Deyu's body trembled slightly, he walked his tired body towards the body of the Great Sacrifice Deyong, and several guards around him anxiously wanted to step forward to help but were pushed away by Deyu one by one, and he wanted to personally go up to support the Great Sacrifice Deyong.

There are some things that others can't help or replace.

When he was still a few steps away from the Great Sacrifice Deyong, Deok Woo staggered to his feet, and he knelt deeply in front of the Great Sacrifice Deyong with the salute of a junior.

The rest of the many soldiers in De'an stood in shock for a while, and the scene was quiet for a long time.

No one expected such an inexplicable situation.

The brows of the Great Priest Deyong trembled violently, and suddenly he coughed violently and rapidly a few times as if he had unloaded the strength of his whole body, and then said softly and slowly to Deyu who was kneeling in front of him: "Yu'er, do you know what is wrong?"

Deyu's expression was focused and sincere, he looked at the great sacrifice Deyong standing in front of him like a solid mountain, his heart was chaotic, and he wanted to be brave and strong a little more and share the heavy vision on his shoulders for him.

Yu'er knew that she was wrong. Deyu's voice was calm, and he exhaled the turbid breath in his abdomen deeply, quietly waiting for the next treatment of the Great Priest Deyong.

At this time, all the De'an warriors were nervously watching every move between the patriarch and the great sacrifice Deyong, and the joy that had just come from the tragic victory disappeared silently, and no one dared to do anything that caused misunderstanding at this juncture.

After all, no one dares to shake or question the prestige that has been accumulated over the years.

"Since ancient times, men have gold under their knees. Yu'er, since you already know your mistakes, then wait until the war is over, go to the ancestral hall of the temple to face the wall for half a year, and think about your own patriarchal position. The old man failed to save many De'an people today, and he is ashamed of the ancestors and martyrs of the De'an tribe, and he will punish himself and continue to retreat and think about his mistakes. The sound of the Great Sacrifice was neither light nor heavy, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of most of the De'an people present.

The many De'an people around whispered to each other, and a few hot-tempered and upright De'an generals were about to stand up and plead for the patriarch Deyu, but they were all stopped by Deyu with cold eyes.

There are many words that you really understand when you understand them.

"Okay, do you still want to kneel here for the rest of your life, come to my side, I still have some things to discuss with you slowly. The words of the Great Sacrifice Deyong continued to come.

"Thank you for your great sacrifice! Deyu, I will protect the De'an clan for the rest of my life!" Deok Woo still knelt quietly on the dry and cold sand, and he replied solemnly in a heartfelt voice.

The Great Priest in front of him gradually showed a smile, and on his old face, there was more of a longing for the future of the entire De'an tribe. He quickly smoothed out the strands of white hair that covered his face with his remaining right hand, and a tear that no one could see quietly dripped on the dust of the sand ridge of the Western Regions, which carried hope and blood.

"Perhaps, it's really me who is overthinking. Deyu thought silently in his heart.

Immediately Deyu shook his body slightly, and he stared seriously at the teacher in front of him, at this time, even if there were a thousand words, they were buried deep in his heart.

Silence is better than sound, the heart has arrived, where else do you need more words?

Deyu got up quickly, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the great sacrifice Deyong, whose face was getting worse and worse, there was still a distance from the medical aid station in De'an City, and he was worried that he really couldn't wait for that moment.

"Where's the accompanying medic, bring over the N168 stimulant! Hurry up!" Deok Woo nervously looked at the big sacrifice in front of him, and he yelled at the De'an soldiers beside him, regardless of his identity.

A De'an warrior who was still carefully supporting the Great Sacrifice Deyong in front of him was trembling nervously, he gritted his teeth and responded, "Patriarch, I have already given the Great Sacrifice 2 injections in a row, this is already the limit of our body, and it really can't be used anymore...... It's all my fault, I'm useless, there's no better way......"

The sudden situation caused a commotion and panic among the De'an warriors who were paying attention around them, could it be that the new naïve that had just appeared in the Dao'an group was really about to collapse like this?

Deyu's hand trembled violently, and when he was supporting the Great Sacrifice Deyong, he clearly felt that the old man next to him, who was thinking about everything for the De'an race, had suffered a huge amount of damage at this time, relatively speaking, the damage to his body was really pitiful. And right now, it is full of luck that the Great Sacrifice Deyong can still survive until now, and it is really the special tenacious vitality that only warriors can have that involves the last trace of vitality.

The face of the Great Priest Deyong suddenly burst out as pale as paper gray, his whole body was stiff as wood, and the breath of life that was still in his body suddenly extinguished and disappeared for a while. Deyu's hands trembled even more, and he couldn't really feel the body temperature and heartbeat that a normal person should have.

The day does not wait for the De'an tribe also.

Deyu shouted silently in his heart, "Don't!

Suddenly, the original pale and gray face of the Great Priest Deyong suddenly burst out of his neck with a flush of qi and blood, and he coughed violently again, and then a more powerful and ferocious warrior aura swept through the many De'an people around him.

"Haha, sure enough, the sky is endless, my De'an clan, the old man just put him to death and came to life, and he really broke out of the ghost gate. The Great Priest Deyong said excitedly to the panicked De'an soldiers around him.

"You ......" Deyu's hand holding the big sacrifice tightened and tightened, loosened and loosened.

Many of the surviving De'an soldiers around were even more joyful and sad by this series of events, and a few De'an soldiers who were not brave enough and were seriously injured actually fainted in the accident just now, but fortunately, it is now a gratifying scene.

Immediately, under the arrangement of the Great Sacrifice Deyong and De'an, a varying number of De'an soldiers with sufficient mobility were left to clean up the battlefield, and more wounded and sick were urgently sent to the city of De'an for further secondary or in-depth treatment.

All the follow-up work of the war was carried out in an orderly manner by Deyu and the elders under his hands, and the beautiful beginning was slowly revealed.

This may also be the fundamental reason why a race can survive for a long time, the gains and losses and sublimation in one tribulation after another, and the spiritual connotation that the De'an ethnic group wants to inherit and retain from generation to generation.

The reason why many De'an elders are nervously gathering here is because in the patriarch's seat, which has collapsed most of the house, a person wrapped in a black combat uniform, revealing a cold and thin face under a half-covered chemical protection mask, and it is this young man who suddenly appeared, who is sitting leisurely on the wide seat of De'an patriarch Deyu at this time.

Not far from him, there were groups of De'an warriors who were ready to fight.

A person who can be so bold and arrogant in the Patriarch Battle Chamber carefully consolidated by this De'an clan can imagine the level of ability he matches and the meaning he represents behind it.

The deeper you think about it, the more fetters are involved, and the more pressure the many elders in De'an are facing now.

The young man's cold and half-thin face was expressionless, as if everything outside did not have any brilliance in his eyes, he stood cold and stared at the increasingly gloomy sky in the distance, countless inky clouds gathered and came together without wind in the high sky of De'an City, as if there were a pair of invisible big hands controlling the change of the sky outside, indescribably weird.

But at this time, there were not many De'an soldiers who were still in the idle mood to pay attention to the clouds and mist gathering overhead.

What they face is the invisible pressure of this mysterious man who suddenly appears.

Because what is even more terrifying is the fluctuation of the energy level coming out of this young man's body, flickering and flickering, strong and weak, as if he was an ordinary person who was powerless before, and in an instant, he had the magic of overwhelming power.

Several Elder De'an, who were obviously not strong enough. One after another, he fell down and panted to the side, causing a low sneer from the bewitching man.

Approaching the field, more De'an fighters were innocently affected in this invisible energy struggle, and from time to time a certain fighter fainted weakly.

Several De'an elders were shocked, angry, and terrified, what kind of origin did this mysterious man come from?

Under the young man's shiny and clean combat boots, there was a shivering man kneeling and kneeling, if you watched carefully, you would be surprised that this man was actually the second son of the Yunfeng Zhao Group - Zhao Zikang.

Zhao Zikang, who had been suppressed and bound by the joint efforts of many elders in De'an City, had been freed from the shackles of shackles, but at this time, his situation seemed even more tormented and helpless.

He struggled violently, yelling at the smug masked man, "Why? Tell me! You're not number one, who are you?"

"How is this possible? Are you from my eldest brother's side? Answer me!"

......

"Ahh......h Please, give me a knife and kill me...... Ah, kill ...... Me...... Ah......h

Zhao Zikang then trembled in pain on the floor of the conference room full of rubble and dust, his face suddenly gushed out with sauce-colored poisonous gas, and then he let out a heart-rending wail again, his whole body trembled and there was a fine dense gnawing sound, inky black blood kept seeping out of his ear canal, his eyes bulged out deadly, and his feet and hands tore at the flesh and blood on his body with terrible force.

All of a sudden, a thrilling ink-colored picture slowly smudged on the dust where Zhao Zikang was lying and struggling, with a strong smell of blood in the cold and evil nature.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Zhao Zikang at this time in the state of the walking dead.

One or two discerning and knowledgeable elders in the audience were shocked, and they realized that Zhao Zikang, who was tied up, had been secretly sealed by someone at some point, and he had planted the rumored "Blood Withering Gu" in the world alive.

I heard that where this Gu worm passed, it would definitely be devastated, and its own toxicity may not be strong, but the terrible thing is that this Gu worm often has an extremely terrifying reproductive ability, and it is a kind of dioecious mutant creature.

And in its current form, this is to refine the second son of Zhao from the Tang and Tang families into the bloodline carrier of the "Blood Withered Gu", which is really a terrible premeditation.

The eyes of several De'an elders had already changed from solemnity when they first came to anxious and worried now, this is to change the entire Sand Ridge Western Regions into heaven!

This kind of cruel and perverted torture method can only be done by those gate valve clans, and now it is used on Zhao Zikang's body, which is not an irony of fate.

However, this Zhao Zikang is a child of the family, if he really dies here, the entire De'an clan may really have to be buried with him.

It's been a change!