How could Yan Yuntian not hear the girl's words and friendship, but at this moment he was inconvenient to say any more words, he slowly walked to Tiffany's side, Tiffany looked at Yan Yuntian approaching, and was happy in his heart, thinking that he had something to say to himself.

Yan Yuntian suddenly crossed the knife and slashed at Tiffany's back, and Tiffany fainted.

The rest of the people around were shocked, and the king of the mountains, Osf, wondered: "Yan Yuntian, my friend, what are you doing here?"

Yan Yuntian supported Tiffany, who had fainted, turned his head and explained: "When I took her to the battlefield, I promised her father that I would bring her back alive. ”

"Adjutant!" Yan Yuntian shouted loudly.

"Yes, General. The adjutant not far away responded.

"I hand over Tiffany to you and take care of her. Yan Yuntian handed Tiffany over to the adjutant.

"No, General. The adjutant helped Tiffany, who was unconscious, to answer.

Seeing this, Nalan Xingtian said to himself: "It turns out that history is like this, one of the only surviving nine heroes. ”

Yan Yuntian pulled out his long sword, the blade pointed at the dazzling god in the air, and said slowly, "Then, let's start fighting now." ”

Osf, Kante, Mazara and the others looked at each other and nodded slowly.

The god-killing sword and god-sealing spear floating in the air made a "smack" sound, and they seemed to understand Yan Yuntian's words.

Yan Yuntian stood on the high platform and launched his final speech: "My warriors, my friends, my brothers, the next wave of beast tides is coming, even if we resist the next wave, we can't resist endless waves after waves, maybe we will die here today, maybe we will fall again today, maybe we will never be able to go home and see our relatives again." ”

"However, our alliance army is the last strong shield of the Dusty Continent, the last barrier, if we don't solve the so-called creator of the divine world, after we die, it will be our family, our friends, our children who will face divine punishment, do you want that to happen?"

"No!" the standing warrior roared.

"Do you want to see our city, our civilization burning?"

"I don't want to!!"

"Do you want to see the powerless, humble, and fearful faces of your family and children in the face of divine punishment?"

"Don't want to !!"

"You will retreat from the battle and be cowardly without a fight, so that those who will later face the fear of divine punishment will point to our bones and shout: Look, those are cowards!"

"I don't want to !! and never back down!! fight to the death!!"

"Then, follow me, let us charge together in the gap between this beast tide, even if we face God, let us die in the glory of battle. ”

"Never back down!! fight to the death!!"

The big war is on the verge of breaking out.

Nalan Xingtian's eyes widened, his pupils shrank, and at this moment, he felt that all the blood in his body was burning, and the turbulent emotions spread and spread.

Yan Yuntian and various heroic leaders attacked in the direction of the gods, and the dazzling colorful light of the gods-killing made everything in heaven and earth dim.

The pitch-black body of the god, the endless tension, and the mysterious momentum unexpectedly contrasted with the colorful light.

Swords, guns, heroes, the distance from the gods is getting closer and closer, and the red rays outside the seven colors of the gods-killing are like snake letters, and the sky and the earth have become bleak in this battle.

The sword cut through the void, the spear broke through the long wind, and the light shot out at the place where the man and god were fighting, and everyone's vision was only white.

After a long time, when everyone regained their sight, there was nothing in front of them, only an empty piece, as if nothing had happened, everything seemed to be a dream, but the corpses full of wolves seemed to tell the tragedy of the battle with God.

The surviving warriors stood tall on this blood-stained land.

Tiffany, who was being supported by the adjutant, also woke up, and she listened to the adjutant tell what had just happened, and she was gloomy for a while.

"Why, in the end, you still have to leave me. Tiffany looked at the eastern sky, the fuchsia haze had slowly receded, and she looked up at the sky, night had fallen, and the rising moon was shining brightly on the earth.

She reached out and touched her face, and it was indeed wet, and a line of tears flowed uncontrollably.

Yan Yuntian and those fighting partners were still floating in front of her eyes, and all the things that flowed through her mind yesterday were like pictures, and she couldn't control her emotions anymore and whimpered.

The mountains and beasts scattered in all directions, and the birds and birds gathered in the air also scattered as if they had broken free from some kind of control.

Tiffany's whimpering echoed in the night, and the moonlight shook the shadows of the crowd so long that it looked so bleak in the night wind.

The warriors looked at the place where the eight heroes who had fought against the gods had disappeared, and the deep, deep gaze and the shadow of the warrior were bleak, and it was a silent elegy in the moonlight.

The final picture suddenly froze, and everything froze here.

Nalan Xingtian stood next to Tiffany, looking at the virtual figure, which was extremely beautiful, and a line of crystal tears still hung on his face.

"Your sadness, sadness, although I have never experienced it, but I understand it. Nalan Xingtian sighed.

"I know the rest of the story, after this is the first year of the dust, the reputation of the Nine Heroes has been passed down for centuries, and Master Tiffany & Co. started a sect, and the hardships of the process can be imagined. I just didn't expect that the real history is indeed so heroic......" Nalan Xingtian said here after a pause, looked at the corpses around him, and continued, "And tragic. ”

Nalan Xingtian calmed down the emotions stirring in his heart and asked, "Apocalypse, after you read this scene for me, do you want to tell me something, or convey something?"

"Didi...... Find the truth and improve the database. ”

"What's the truth?" asked Nalan Xingtian again.

"Didi... The facts of history, the truth of the gods. ”

"Gods?" Nalan Xingtian muttered, his mind thinking rapidly, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, "Could it be that the creation of the world has not been destroyed?" or are there more gods, they are not a few separate individuals, they are a race?"

"Didi... Insufficient information, unable to answer, find the truth, improve the data, fix the function. ”

"It turns out that you are also a broken body. Realizing that he couldn't learn more useful information here in the Apocalypse, Nalan Xingtian didn't ask about it.

"The gods are resurrected again? Are they a race? I really watched too many movies. Nalan Xingtian laughed at himself.

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding scene was torn apart like a broken mirror, shattered, fragments of the scene scattered and scattered, and finally disappeared, and the whole world returned to darkness.

Nalan Xingtian seemed to hear his own heartbeat, and then, there was a light in the dark world, and he knew that he had woken up from the dream.