The Tree Demon Golem only wreathed in the crowd for less than a minute, but in this short period of time, it caused more than 4,000 people to be transformed into Tree Demon puppets by the Destruction Toxin.

At this rate, if the Tree Demon did not die, it would take less than half a minute for the remaining 6,000 people to fall completely.

In one minute, nearly half of the people were poisoned and transformed into tree demon golems, which can be called bacterial multiplication.

The unfortunate ones, with their bodies blue and black, stood motionless like statues. These people, some are fathers, some are wives, and some are children, and in a very short period of time, countless families have been damaged.

Even victory could not wash away the great sorrow in people's hearts.

"Mom~I want Mom~"

A little boy clutches the legs of a blue-black woman and weeps bitterly.

"Ah~ Tenjin, why are you doing this to me? Why wasn't it me who died! ”

A gray-haired man knelt in the cold mud, holding his poisoned son in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

"Woo~~Woo~~"

A teenager hugged the cold body of a young girl, crying silently.

"Hahaha~~Hahaha~~Hahaha~~~ Your skin is so dark, it's funny."

There was an old woman who went crazy and clapped and laughed at a poisoned old man.

More people are silent.

Some stood dumbfounded, some leaned weakly against the wall, and some sat on the mud floor, their expressions numb, their eyes still full of fear, and they had not yet recovered from the strong psychic shock caused by the monster's wreaking havoc.

Monsters are so powerful, and yet they are so powerless. Overnight, the homeland fell, and in a matter of seconds, relatives died, they were the real ants, and in the face of fate, everyone, whether rich or poor, rich or noble, could only be ravaged helplessly.

After more than half an hour, Rosen barely recovered from the wound on his heart, Morbius and Fellman also regained their mobility, and Veronica woke up again, although her face was as pale as paper and her path was unstable, but her life was unhindered.

The four of them stood around Wei Ge's corpse, their faces heavy.

"Perhaps, I can try to turn her into an undead, and if she succeeds in her transformation, she may wake up." Morbius whispered.

"It's useless, her body is completely ruined, and her brains are gone." Veronica shook her head.

"Don't bother her, let her go quietly."

Rosen shook his head, rejecting Morbius's idea. He gathered the fragments of Wei Ge's limbs into one piece and lit a fire, and the raging flames quickly consumed the corpse.

In the flames, the young sorceress turned into a puff of ashes, and the river breeze blew, and the ashes gently carried away with the wind.

The four watched in silence.

After a long time, Morbius whispered, "Sometimes, I'd rather die early." In more than a hundred years of my life, I have never felt the malice of this world so strongly! In this world, life ...... There is no point in it!"

The undead's voice was desolate and silent, like a lifeless wasteland.

Veronica nodded slightly: "Old friend, this time, you said what I wanted to say. Look at the mortals, look at ourselves, look at the city, senselessly gone, meaninglessly falling. If there is a god in the world, he is either too weak to stop evil, or he is the spokesman of the devil! ”

Hearing these words, Fellman looked helpless: "Hey~ guys, don't do this, at least we're still alive now, aren't we?" Isn't it a lucky thing to be alive? ”

Morbius glanced at him: "I've lived long enough, it's boring for a long time!" ”

Fairman looked like a failure: "Isn't it just a failure?" Besides, we didn't lose, we won, although the loss was a bit bigger, but we killed that tree demon! ”

Morbius smiled and turned his head to point to the crying crowd: "Do you think the disaster is over?" No, we're just getting started. ”

Veronica sighed weakly, "Yes, the Dryad is dead, but there are many, many monsters, and the mysterious Great Lord. This time, the sage is dead, and the thunderbolt is dead, and next time, which strong man will sacrifice his life for this? Could it be Lawson? No, I don't want to see such an ending! I don't want to! ”

"The Great Lord is here, let's continue to it!" Fellman shook his fist, the action of which touched the wound in his arm, and he bared his teeth in pain.

"Hehe~~" Veronica shook her head and smiled, her eyes seemed to see an ignorant child.

"Hey~~" Morbius also laughed, it was a sarcastic laugh, a weak laugh.

"What's going on with all of you? Are you scared of all the beatings? Fellman felt a little angry, he turned his head to look at Rosen: "Rosen, why don't you speak, are you also afraid?" ”

Rosen did not answer.

He listened to the cries one after another, saw the sad or desperate faces in his eyes, and his heart was also surrounded by a strong sense of powerlessness.

Yes, defeated the Dryad, and the Great Lord. One day, if you are lucky enough to defeat the Great Lord, there may be a stronger devil. He won by luck this time, and next time, will he still be able to win?

"Can you still win?" He asked himself.

No one gave him an answer, but the experience of fighting with the Tree Demon made him feel discouraged for a while, the opponent was too strong, and he was able to win this time, a large part of it was just because of luck, and the bigger reason was because the Tree Demon was seriously injured and weak.

At this moment, Rosen's will has never been more depressed.

"Rosen, are you really scared?" Fellman asked again.

His voice was very loud, and many people around him were alarmed and turned their heads to look. Their eyes were filled with horror, as if they were afraid that the protectors would leave.

Rosen also saw these gazes, and his heart shook violently.

Am I just resigned to my fate? ’

'The enemy is strong, am I just throwing in the towel?' ’

'Did I just give up?!' ’

Rosen suddenly thought of his homeland on Earth. He remembered the heroes and martyrs at the beginning of the founding of the motherland, who also faced countless strong enemies, but they fought all the way, struggled all the way, never flinched, never gave up, and never compromised!

By the time he had traveled, his homeland had become one of the most powerful countries on earth.

The feats of the martyrs infused Rosen with great spiritual power, and he suddenly remembered a song on the earth, called "Dream Chasing Pure Heart". When he was in school, whenever he was depressed, whenever he felt lost about his future, when the song sounded, he could get the courage to keep going.

At this time, he was experiencing unprecedented confusion, and the familiar melody of the song naturally came to his mind, and he couldn't help but sing along.

'Where the hell is the world full of flowers?' ’

If it really exists, then I will definitely go. ’

Rosen's voice was low, hoarse, and with a thick confusion, he sang the longing in the hearts of everyone present, and the song was not heavy, but it hit everyone's soul at once.

Morbius's eyes were confused, he remembered his alchemy room in the warehouse in the docks, and remembered the days when he was free to pursue alchemy.

Veronica froze and asked herself, 'Does a beautiful world full of flowers really exist?' ’

The song continued, and Lawson drew strength from the song, his voice getting louder and louder, almost roaring.

"How can you see the sparkle of life if you don't stick to the end, it's better to burn it than to linger."

'One day it will sprout again, and after failure, it will be depressed, that is the sign of a coward, as long as there is a breath left, clench your fists! ’

Rosen sings in the lingua franca of the North, and the lyrics are not beautiful after translation, but they still contain great spiritual power, which nourishes Rosen's dry soul and nourishes the hearts of all the unfortunate.

At first, he sang alone, singing and singing, and everyone sang along.

At the end, everyone was roaring hard, and the song was getting louder and louder, like thunder rolling in the sky.

In the midst of the song, the kneeling man stood up and clenched his fists; The numb man burst into tears; The eyes of the confused ones lit up again.

Where is the world full of flowers?

A world full of flowers is created by your own hands!

Instead of lingering, it is better to indulge in burning!

A true warrior, even if he lies in the ice and snow and is frozen into an ice sculpture, he never leaves his position, and he always holds the steel gun in his hand!

A true warrior, the fire is also waiting for you!

Compared to these warriors, what are the difficulties he is experiencing now?

Rosen's heart was full of blood boiling, full of unprecedented fighting spirit, he stood up straight and roared angrily: "No matter how powerful the devil is!" No matter how scary the monsters are! We never say never! ”

"Never Say Never!" Fellman followed with a loud roar!

"Never Say Never!" In the crowd, many young people clenched their fists and yelled.

Rosen roared: "As long as you don't die, you will definitely kill all the demons!" ”

"Kill the demons!"

"Kill the demons!"

More people stood up, young people, old people, and even children, all stood up and roared with all their might!

More than 6,000 people roared together, and the sound rose to the sky, like thunder on the ground.

This situation, compared to the initial despair and fear, is completely two extremes.

Morbius felt his soul shaken by the roar, but this time, he didn't feel the slightest resistance, he felt something strange come to life in the depths of his body.

Eternal life is tiresome because it has no meaning to exist. But now, he's finding meaning in Rosen.

Veronica was also deeply shocked, she didn't expect that the roar of mortals would also shake her heart so much.

"Rosen, can you really get revenge?" She asked softly.

Rosen nodded: "One person can't, two people can't, ten people can't do it, but ten thousand, even one hundred thousand, a million, all take the musket, you can!" ”

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, a million musketeers?

Veronica was taken aback by Rosen's words.

In the crowd, a young bard took a piece of paper from his pocket, and wrote quickly: 'In the darkness of the night, his whole body glows, like the center of the world.' People surround him, worship him, follow in his footsteps, and hope that he can create a beautiful new world full of flowers! ’