There was no laughter, and it was not a parting of life and death, a thunder exploded in the sky, diagonally across the sky above Qiantang City, and dozens of fighters took off and slid into the distant sky.

As soon as the cold wind passed, the heavens and the earth were depressed, and the last few dead leaves were plucked from the dry branches in late autumn, and the whole earth seemed to be alone, only some ruins and wreckage, only some abyssal plants, struggling in the dust.

"Salute!" Zhang You shouted, taking the lead in saluting, no matter what, as a soldier, the other party has fulfilled his obligations and duties, and this time the people brought by Chen Zifeng were killed and wounded.

Bang bang bang!

Several salutes were fired, and finally the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, drifting far, far away.

Ye Mo's eyes flickered, he was wearing a military uniform today, his eyes were focused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Qian Haoyue's face on the side was a little gloomy, the folding fan on her waist was gone, empty, her hands were down, and her eyelids were flying.

"On our earth, a celebrity once said that the love of young people should be vigorous, as bright as summer flowers, dare to compare with heaven and earth, dare to compete with the sun and the moon." Ye Mo tilted his head slightly, looked at Qianhaoyue and said.

Qian Haoyue glanced back and said, "What's the name of this celebrity?" ”

"Ye Mo." Ye Mo said cheekily.

Qian Haoyue rolled her eyes, and then smiled as well: "I didn't expect that you would even dare to tease my sister-in-law." ”

Ye Mo was a little surprised by Qianhaoyue's character, this girl had always been more dignified before, but he was not easy to mess with.

Ye Mo looked Qianhaoyue up and down, until he saw Qianhaoyue hairy all over his body, then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled contemptuously: "Hey, at your age, I can't say that I disrespect the old man if I am obscene with you......"

"You!" Qianhaoyue frowned, although the life span of a witch was originally long, but the fact was that she was really dozens of years older than Ye Mo, and she could be a grandmother on earth.

It's a pity that when Ye Mo finished saying this, he had already started the shadow sneak and fled.

……

In the corner of the military area, the huge monument fell heavily on the ground like a lonely tomb.

The ground here is clean and clean, and it is cleaned regularly every day, and it is inscribed with the names or nicknames of the dead soldiers.

The monuments have long been densely packed, and countless names are piled up messily, like corpses that have fallen on the battlefield.

The corpses were strewn with dazzling and terrifying.

Ye Mo came over with a bottle of wine, many soldiers died in the battle of the Skeleton Priest, but he didn't remember the name, but Meng Luogang really died in front of him.

However, Ye Mo was a step late, and Tang Chen had already arrived.

Tang Chen, who is in his twenties, is at the peak of his life, and as a powerful demon hunter, he should have been extremely energetic, but at this moment, like an old man, he is gloomy, this is a temperament, a tired breath, completely unresisted, exuding from the inside out.

There was a spear next to him, or the spear of the military soul, Ye Mo had observed, and the spear knights in the army liked to use this spear very much, perhaps because of the name "military soul".

A soldier has a soul, and his body is destroyed but his soul is immortal.

The spear is still stained with blood, and it is desolate.

When Tang Chen saw Ye Mo coming, he just nodded slightly and said hello, then he once again took the sharp stone, and carved the names of the soldiers one by one.

Ye Mo sat on the stone steps, the ground was a little cold, and the ice that had just formed on it was cracked open, making a slight sound.

It's far away, straight to the heart, like the dead are talking to you.

"Old Meng ......" Ye Mo found Meng Luogang's name at a glance, his handwriting was vigorous, stroke by stroke, upright, not in line script, nor in cursive, but in very regular script, just like the style of a soldier, there is rigidity in softness.

"Yan Zhenqing's body, I didn't expect you to be a delicate person." Ye Mo said with a smile, Tang Chen's appearance and his handwriting are very different, but what is shown in the words is his true character.

Ye Mo found that most of the names here were from Tang Chen.

"I didn't expect you to recognize you, I thought you were a guy who didn't learn and didn't know how to learn." After Tang Chen wrote his last name, he turned over and leaned against the monument, his palms still had dried blood, all over his hands, and he looked very infiltrating.

"Do you remember their names?" Ye Mo asked.

"Every soldier who fought with me, every soldier who trained with me, every soldier I trained, I remember their names, their appearances, their hobbies." Tang Chen said very seriously.

His gaze looked into the distance, and he snatched a pot of wine from Ye Mo's hand, and poured it into his mouth with a bang.

Most of the drinks were spilled on the floor.

Ye Mo was ashamed in his heart, because until now, he still couldn't remember the names of all the people in the Demon Legion.

"This is the wine I brought to Lao Meng!" Ye Mo snatched it back, but found that there was no wine left in it, and he was distressed, because this was the last bottle of wine that Wang Xiaochun had privately hidden.

Tang Chen let out a breath of wine, and his voice was hoarse: "Lao Meng has a bad liver, he doesn't drink, he usually only drinks West Lake Longjing, you can bring some to him, of course, if you can still find it now." ”

"How long has it been since you showered?"

Tang Chen's face was full of scum, his eyes were tired, his face, clothes, spears, and hands were all bloodstained.

"After that great battle with the Skeleton Priest, I haven't washed it."

Ye Mo suddenly remembered that skeletons were bloodless.

"It's the blood of comrades-in-arms, they are on the battlefield, they are seriously injured, there are too few doctors to save them at all, and many of them have returned to heaven."

Ye Mo was silent, you can imagine how sad Tang Chen's heart was.

When those soldiers, begging him for help, he could only end their lives with his own hands.

His hands were not stained with the blood of the enemy, but with his own comrades.

That's why he didn't want to wash it away, for mourning, for remembrance, for atonement......

Suddenly, a melodious singing voice floated out of the radio.

"You came from the north and landed on the shore of Xizi Lake......"

"You came from Chang'an and landed on the Qiantang River......"

“……”

"We have black pupils, looking for light......"

"We are of the same blood, united ......"

Qiao Xiaoxue's singing voice is wide and far-reaching, but it goes straight to the heart.

"When the men charge...... When the women take up arms, when the old people stand up...... When the children cry out for life......"

"What else can knock us out......"

"Rather be a centurion than a scholar......"

Ye Mo sighed, in the turbulent era, in the dark era, scholars are useless, and fighting on the battlefield is always more important than verbal criticism.

After a song, everyone is still reminiscing, or tears, or sighs, or sentimental.

Tang Chen patted the dust on his body and stood up.

"Pay attention to General Zhang."

With that, he picked up his gun and left.

Ye Mo was slightly stunned, a little surprised, but he had always taken Zhang You's matter to heart.

"Where are you going?"

"There's still unstained blood on the gun." His back was tall and muscular.

Ye Mo understood that Tang Chen wanted to use the blood of the devil to pay tribute to his dead comrades.

……

"Your current spell control is already very good, allowing you to learn one more spell, but don't increase the level for the time being." Qianhaoyue said softly.

"Okay, Sister Yue." Lin Ling narrowed her eyes with a smile, she enjoyed the feeling of being praised, especially by Brother Ye Mo.

Qianhaoyue was about to teach Lin Ling a new spell, when suddenly, her body was stunned.

"The Breath of Divine Thoughts......"

"This is the ...... of the War Walker"

"They want to use prophecy with a hint of divine thought?"

Qianhaoyue quickly reacted, and regardless of Lin Ling's presence, the clover glowed, and the invisible aura spread out.

"Chaos!"

"Shade ......"

There seems to be a mysterious force that covers the entire Qiantang City.

But no one, including Ye Mo, knew.

"The Abyss and the Heavenly Realm, after all, are great enemies, as the descendant of the Empress, I can't let the gods of the Heavenly Realm take the lead in finding a suitable inheritor."

But after a while, her face was complicated, as if she remembered someone, and sighed deeply, there are some things that have to be done.

"The mana has been fully recovered, and it is time to go back, otherwise my mother will be in a hurry."