Now, she fell to her knees beside the face of the Faceless God of War, tears streaming from the corner of her left eye to her right.

He was relieved that he had found his name and first love again.

But, it was too late.

His face was still terrifying, the muscles seemed to have been cut with a knife, and the bright red and dark red muscles were tangled together, ugly. But in Joyna's eyes, he is still the same as he was back then.

Fate, jumping and trembling there.

It is difficult to hold on to this unpredictable fate, for the moment when it does come.

The moment the Faceless God of War finally remembered his name, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his trembling eyes looked at the roof of the castle hall, not far away was the throne made of steel, and at this time, a large stone in his heart was finally put down.

This is his fate, from the moment he steps into the petri dish, it is already predestined.

Fate can't be seen or touched, but it's a fart!

My fate is up to me—he used to tell himself.

However, in the end, he still believed in fate and admitted his defeat.

Is it mourning for me, crying? It's a gray and overcast day overhead, is it feeling sorry for me? The cold throne still stands, but he will never be able to sit down.

From the experience of a king to a humble one, this kind of labor pain, I am afraid that only he can deeply understand. In that particular era, the king who seized a specific opportunity and stood at the pinnacle is now in the midst of his death, which is embarrassing.

It was only after the smoke cleared that he understood.

No, he may not understand what he is fighting for and what ideals he adheres to.

Or rather, became a bullet for whom.

In this battle, the collapse of the halberd and sinking into the sand is just his own arrogant and broken dream, and in the so-called steel torrent impact, it is just a big river to the east, and there is no way to look back. How ridiculous and ridiculous and ignorant he is that he wants to do whatever he wants, and what a delusional attempt to transform the world!

All along, he speculated about how he could break down people's so-called mental defenses and make everyone live according to his ideas, ignoring the different thoughts of each individual.

Human civilization is destined to continue.

Time has passed, those same human nature has not changed, hundreds of years later, under the arrangement of fate in the dark, the ideal is just his own wishful thinking after all.

The Iron-Blooded Emperor fell, with reluctance and relief.

Fortunately, in the end, he finally saw the woman he had buried deep in his heart again.

His lips twitched a few times, the strength of his whole body surged out, and his upper body shook violently.

A hint of surprise flashed in Joyna's blank eyes. Suddenly awakened, a pale blue halo appeared on her arm, and she slowly moved her palm at the wound of the Faceless God of War.

Zhuge Yun was silent behind her, silently watching everything.

There was just a faint glimmer in his eyes, and then he shook his head.

It's useless, this powerful man, who has exhausted his life energy. In fact, he was already dead a long time ago, but the powerful power of the "Blood Spirit" mask was constantly controlling him.

"Enough...... Let it go, you've done everything you can......"

Joyna leaned down and looked at him with a sparkling gaze. The four eyes were facing each other, their eyes intersecting and entangled, as if something was communicating through the indescribable gaze, and at the moment when their consciousness had not had time to turn, their minds had already transcended the boundaries of time and space.

The Faceless God of War used all his strength to cough violently, every cell in his body was burning wildly, and the energy he stimulated had already exceeded the critical point that his body could bear, making him feel amazed.

The compressed air in the chest cavity churned, and there was a "hiss-h-la-h

The blood gushing from his throat quickly filled his trachea, but it was forcibly swallowed again.

After a few moments, he barely managed to even out his breathing, his voice choppy ......

"Because I'm ...... Not strong enough to control it all, the world ...... It won't be shaped the way I want it to be at all. ”

Joyna's heart shook violently, tears fell to his lips, at this time, she didn't want to hear this at all, slowly shook her head and said, "You are so stupid! It doesn't matter...... I remember you said once that no matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it is inseparable from the rays of the sun, and although the light is hidden at night, it still shines on the other side...... To me, you are the sun! ”

He blinked hard, his eyes rounding Joyna and looking behind her. This young man's incomparably powerful energy, he had already felt.

The faint breath was still holding on, "No, not now!" Your master...... He is the sun...... I'm just the glow of a firefly compared to him......"

Joyna was silent for a long time, the spiritual power in her hand was still radiating from the emperor's wounds, and suddenly said, "I still need ...... The last thing for you. ”

He looked at Joyna in surprise, and after coughing violently a few times, "No...... There's nothing more I can give you. ”

Her expression was calm and she shook her head slowly.

"Yes, your love."

The Faceless God of War's eyes slowly closed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled bitterly, and the sights that he had seen many times in his dreams appeared in front of him, the figure like the girl next door.

The two have not been together for a long time, but he knows Joyna's various expressions, and every detail is deeply imprinted in his memory, and looking back at this moment, it seems like a lifetime away.

When she is embarrassed and angry, she breathes through her mouth, and deeply; When she is in doubt, she taps her finger to her forehead; When she is emotionally out of control, she raises her eyebrows slightly; When she is so happy that she gets carried away, she will raise her head in the air......

Joyna also remembered him as he was.

Because, when he looks at himself, he is watching him too!

The power of memory is so powerful and subtle that even if time goes by, things and people still retain the imprint of memory.

As recorded in the myth, the story of Orps going down to the underworld to seek his wife, he is deeply caught in love and desperate thoughts, and cannot restrain his actions.

After wandering on the border between hell and earth for so long, he was already satisfied.

Wanting to see Joyna's face, he turned back.

The person who turned into a stone statue was none other than himself, and the story was supposed to be the opposite, but Joyna was still alive and she fell into the abyss.

If he were asked to choose again, he would still choose to see her face, and he would die without regrets!

Maybe he just made a choice, chose to keep the memory of her, so he turned back.

This is the only plausible explanation.

Perhaps, his only fault is his love for her.

What more could he give her?

The emperor suddenly thought of something, and with the last of his strength, he thrust his hand hard. into their chests.

"Here...... Take it...... It's mine...... The heart, which gives birth to a thing...... Eat it, and I'll live in your body forever......"

When Joyna picked up the conceived spirit core, the emperor's arm slipped down in an instant.

He finally muttered "goodbye", but the voice could barely reach her ears, and she fell into the abyss again.

At the last moment, he recognized the other before Joyna.

Enough, even if it was only for a few minutes, it was enough to warm his heart.

The Faceless God of War's eyes dimmed, and Joyna was shocked, holding his hand and roaring, "No—you never loved me, you just liked me and loved you so much!" You- you can't die......"

Tears welled up in his eyes.

She couldn't believe that she had killed the man she loved with her own hands.

But it was too late, and the Faceless God of War felt that his life energy had run out.

Joyna's expression changed in an instant, confused, shocked, dazed, and frightened...... And a sanity that borders on the verge of collapse.

At this time, in the face of the fact that this man is now dead in her arms, she can't shed a single tear.

The fetters that I once relied on too much were buried by myself.

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