Agree?

Refuse?

In silence, snowflakes fell, falling on the pale hair of the Speaker, on the emaciated shoulders of the blood pupils.

Neither of them spoke, but silently felt, feeling the rare silence, and the breath of the imminent battle...... The hardships, struggles, missions, and pursuits of human beings pass through the hearts of the two like movies, scene by scene, picture by piece, so clear.

"Let me die on this glorious battlefield......"

"I'm not dead yet."

"Come to me! We block them!! ”

"Charge! Die on the way forward!! ”

"Gather fire on me! I'm going to hold them back!! ”

In the battle of the kingdom, and even in the wars with human beings as the main body, the figure that crisscrossed the starry sky, and the roar in front of death, all seemed to be only yesterday. Unconsciously, the blood pupil's gaze was a little confused. Once he was one of these warriors, and he also paid for the evolution of humanity. But I don't know when I quietly changed my identity. Transformed into an identity that even if humans stand in his way, they will be broken through by him.

With a sigh, the blood pupil got up and walked out the door.

"Let me think about it."

"I understand." The Speaker replied, without looking up.

This is not an easy decision, in fact, except for the blood pupil, no one knows what hole cards he has and how much hidden power he has. The Speaker doesn't know, but he can feel some things with his strong analytical talent. It's a pity that he didn't know that this part of the power was not just a help for the blood pupil, but also a burden and heaviness.

Crodier's years of suffering, those insistences, the despair that vanished...... One qiē and one qiē are now burdened with the blood pupil, how difficult is it to make a choice for him to expand this civilization to the universe again? Do you want to let the conquerors who have died in battle. Back to the battlefield on earth again? Experience the end and despair again?

So what is their life? They fought hard, and what did they pay for?

Crodil is gone, so it should be laid to rest...... Returning from hell is not the happiness of being born again, but the sorrow of the dead.

The blood pupils walked in a daze, unconsciously returning to their own ragnarok. As soon as he entered the bridge, Robbie was keenly aware of his mistake and asked with concern.

"What's wrong?"

"A little trouble." The blood pupil replied, but silently walked to the captain's seat and sat down, playing with a crystal hourglass in front of him. His eyes were unfocused, clearly still immersed in his own thoughts.

Robbie's brows furrowed, and he glanced at the twin siblings next to him, both feeling the strangeness of the blood pupils.

From the time they realized it to the present, when had the blood pupil been so confused? In the past, the blood pupils, no matter how big the difficulties were, no matter how strong the enemy, they never flinched. He is a beast that has come out of the last days, and his tenacious body is a fighting spirit that boils like blood. It is also such a strong self-confidence and fighting spirit. to hold up the sky of this squad. Let every team member feel at ease and peaceful.

But today...... Why...... Will the blood pupil be confused?

Robbie is strange, but he also knows that people like Blood Pupil can't be comforted, because the more determined they are, the more closed they are. The strong do not need mercy. Just lick your wounds when no one is around.

So Robbie could only give the twin siblings a look and leave with the two little ones.

Looking at the gradually closing hatch behind him, Little Posey said worriedly. "Brother Blood Pupil's state is a little strange, don't you want Xiao Boxi to create a spiritual world for him? Maybe we can make him feel better. ”

"You better not make a mess." Robbie smiled wryly. The twin siblings and themselves are both specialized in the spiritual realm, but there are still fewer strong people in the ability department that the blood pupil has seen? Expecting to rely on mental power to affect the blood pupil, it is better to find a piece of tofu and kill it.

The three of them faded away. And in the bridge behind him, the blood pupil also got up and stood up.

He didn't say anything to the crew who ushered in him, and just walked out of the bridge and turned to go up to the rooftop platform at the top.

In front of him, there was a vast and endless starry sky. In the distance, the human POS group slowly stretched, like a black oppressive cloud. POS spheres that look like they're only the size of a fingernail are pierced through the complex pipelines, like grapes that are swaying. And the little light on each grape is a window.

Looking at these POS groups, the blood pupil seems to be able to feel the life and vitality in them, the pieces of laughter, children's play, and adults' laughter and scolding.

It was a human scene, simple, yet real.

And what about yourself?

Blood Pupil lowered her head and looked at her hands......

Do you want to protect them?

With that heaviness and sorrow? That power that doesn't belong to the human world??

Quietly, the pupils of the blood pupil began to change. A small red dot appeared in the center, then thickened and enlarged, gradually taking up the entire pupil. The blood-like red substance began to swirl, forming a vortex. The next moment, the consciousness of the blood pupil came to the blood sea space. The vibrant POS group is gone, replaced by a tumbling sea of blood and a pungent fishy smell.

Claudil, the King's Land.

Crodil is an artificial race, to be precise, except for the first king, the first generation of Crodil people are simply stacked with carbohydrates. Originally, it was used as a test subject and a slave. So they don't have souls, and they can't be reborn. It was the king of Claudir who discovered the way to use his will to give birth to his soul, so that the people of Claudil had the power of their own soul.

Unfortunately, this approach is also imperfect. Therefore, the Crodil people will not die and return to reincarnation like other native races, but will die out completely. In addition, only the underworld of Hades and the sea of blood of the king can preserve the half-souls of these war dead. Be the resting place of the conquerors of Crodir.

However, there is a slight difference, and that is that the Underworld of Hades is reserved for resters who are tired of fighting. And the king's sea of blood retains the heroic spirit who is eager to fight and has an unquenching fighting spirit.

They roared and fought in a sea of blood, and they would not stop even if they died. They hope that one day the king will lead them back to the world and continue the legend of Claudir. Death does not stop them, nor does it consume them. They are strong men born to fight, warriors who can never give in.

Floating above the sea of blood, the blood pupils looked at the blood shadows roaring at the bottom of the sea, the powerful, yet fierce vague human forms. Speechless for a long time.

"Why...... Can't rest in peace? ”

"Is there too much hatred? Or are there too many regrets? ”

"Even if you die, you have to fight in the sea of blood, and even if you die, you don't want to return to peace. You guys...... What the hell are you thinking? Is the power of hatred so great? Or is it for that unattainable fantasy? ”

"Crodir...... It's gone......"

Above the sea of blood, the blood pupils silently lowered their heads, and their eyes became more and more sad.

He just stood silently. It seems to have forgotten time, and it seems to have forgotten reality. The wind is blowing...... A pungent bloody wind swept past the blood pupils, blowing the corners of his clothes and ruffling his hair.

Finally, he silently stretched out his hand...... Unfold a ...... to the Sea of Blood (To be continued......)