In the Fu Clan world, the army was resting on the spot. This battle was more difficult than they imagined.
Originally, they thought that as long as they broke the exit, they could easily rush into the 'delicious' world and start killing crazily.
For them, this is not a war, but a gourmet feast!
However, the cruelty of reality hit them hard in the face!
The world they regarded as food actually fought back so violently that it not only blocked their invasion plan, but also sealed the entrance.
He even hurt their king.
The Titan with the golden tent on his head sat quietly on the ground. The Queen of the Talisman Tribe has been sent back to the golden tent, and outside the golden tent, many black Talisman commanders are kneeling in silence.
They waited quietly until a violent cough came from the golden tent, and they raised their heads.
"My king!"
They said with concern.
"I'm not dead yet." The voice of the Queen of the Rune Tribe came from the golden tent.
From the sound of her voice, it was impossible to tell the extent of her injuries. That kind of calm, without any ripples.
"My king, now that the entrance is sealed, we..." A black talisman commander said hesitantly.
"Seal? Huh!" The Queen of the Rune Tribe sneered disdainfully. "A seal, like stopping my clan's progress? It's really a foolish dream."
The black talisman commanders kneeling outside the golden tent all exchanged glances with each other, not understanding what the talisman queen meant.
"No matter what method you use, you must break the seal as quickly as possible." The Queen of the Rune Tribe ordered.
There was confusion in the eyes of the commanders, but they could not refute the queen's order, so they had no choice but to find a way.
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Linchuan, the bottom of Wuwang Sea.
The sea water here has been drained and turned into a basin.
Perhaps, in thousands of years, rainwater will accumulate here and form an inland sea again. It is also possible that it no longer holds water, but grows vegetation and becomes a forest.
Despite the vicissitudes of life, nothing remains unchanged.
The battle here has ended, and all the invading Rune clan have been annihilated.
It's a pity that the characteristics of the Fu Clan cause them to turn into nothingness after death, leaving no opportunity for the gods and demons to even whip their corpses to vent their hatred.
However, this is still a battlefield!
The corpses of the Fu clan disappeared, but the corpses of Linchuan soldiers and gods and demon warriors still covered the bottom of Wuwang Sea.
After the fierce war, what remains is sadness.
The living people stood silently in this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, speechless and unwilling to say anything.
After the battle, the soldiers from various countries in Linchuan who were thrown out of the Wuwu Sea dragged their exhausted bodies and slowly crawled or walked into the bottom of the Wuwu Sea again.
The war is over, but their mission is not.
They also want to collect the bones of their comrades.
The sun sets at dusk, and the sky has long since returned to calm. The orange afterglow falls on this land, giving this battlefield a magnificent color.
Mu Qingge stood among the corpses, holding an exquisite gun in her hand, and the wind blew by, making her shirt rustle. In her ears, there were waves of suppressed cries.
She didn't look at it, but she knew that it was the sorrow of a living person who found the corpses of his fellow villagers, comrades, and even brothers and relatives.
Her back remains tall and straight, unbroken by the pressure of the sky and unbent by earthquakes.
However, in this scene, there is a bit more desolation and loneliness.
Si Mo stood beside her, not disturbing her, but just staying with her quietly. He could feel that Mu Qingge's emotions were very complicated at this moment, but he didn't know why she was acting like this suddenly.
Is it because of these soldiers who died in battle
The soldiers in Linchuan were collecting the corpses of their comrades, and the same was true for the people in the Gods and Demons Continent.
It seems that this is the only thing they can do and want to do at this moment.
For a long time, Mu Qingge's eyes slowly lowered and landed on a covered corpse in front of him.
There was nothing special about the body, except that it had died a violent death. What made Mu Qingge's eyes linger on him was just because a thumb-sized brand was exposed on his broken armor.
Mu Qingge was very familiar with this brand.
She bent down, pulled the sign out of the body, and held it in her palm. On the front of the brand, the word "mu" is engraved, and on the back, his name and place of origin are engraved.
This is the military card of the Mu family army, and its only function is to distinguish the identities of the enemy and ourselves when clearing the battlefield, help the martyrs gather their bones, and send them home.
Behind him, footsteps came and stopped beside Mu Qingge.
"How many people died in the Mu family army?" She already knew his identity without looking at the person. It was her grandfather, Mu Xiong, the old commander of the Mu family army.
Mu Xiong's armor was covered with wounds, mixed with blood and dirt, his helmet was missing, and large pieces of his shoulder armor were broken.
He was so embarrassed, but he was holding dozens of ropes tightly in his hands. At the end of the ropes, each one hung a brand that was the same as Mu Qing's singer's Zhongjun brand.
These signs are all stained with blood. The blood has dried and cannot be wiped off.
After hearing Mu Qingge's words, Mu Xiong said: "Your father and brother are still counting. The 10,000 Mu family troops stationed in Luodu have all gone to fight. There are 3,762 corpses that have been collected now." His eyes fell on Mu Qingge's hand, tears flashed in his eyes, and he said firmly: "Including the one in your hand, there should be three thousand seven hundred and sixty-three."
Mu Qingge felt sad and her eyes suddenly turned red. She gritted her teeth, pursed her lips tightly, and the veins on her forehead stood out.
She didn't know if she had seen all the tens of thousands of Mu soldiers who went to war. However, when Mu Xiong told the data of 3,763, what came to her mind was that she had selected personal guards from the Mu family army, fought against the Mu family army, and played games and drank with them. picture.
Those innocent and persistent faces and simple smiles disappeared in the war.
"Grandpa, I hate war." Mu Qingge choked.
When she said this, tears had already filled her eyes, but she held them back and did not fall.
She is not afraid of war, but she hates war!
Mu Xiong smiled silently, but his smile was very sad. "Those who have never been on the battlefield will never know the cruelty of the battlefield. How many bones are needed behind the illustrious military achievements? Ge'er, although our Mu family army was born to fight, no one is willing to fight. Today's battle, you don't want to Don’t think too much and don’t feel guilty. This is our own choice and everyone is willing to do so. They are all good sons and daughters of our Mu family army and our heroes in Linchuan."
hero!
Mu Qingge raised her head and looked at the rose-colored sky. The tears in her eyes were swallowed into her heart.
"Emperor Mu Shen, excuse me. I would like to ask, is this entrance completely sealed?"
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