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Winnington was still standing there.

The spear in his hand was still the same.

The earth is calm, and the sky is cloudy.

The sun shone down on his silver-white armor, and a flower emerged from his shoulder.

The iron wall wall, the thousand-year-old royal city, the army is like rain.

He was white and saffron, standing with a spear up.

Such a scene is indescribably iron-blooded and tender.

Enough to get into the picture.

If anything, it's to put everything else aside.

If you don't look at the knife that has fallen.

If we say, today is not the day of life and death.

That's really, the country is infinitely beautiful.

Pity......

Pity.

The next moment, more flowers came out of his body.

One, two, three, four, five.

Until his whole body was covered with flowers.

The iron spear also turned into a flower branch.

The flowers haven't stopped growing yet.

They continue to grow until they cover the entire plain.

paved, all over the plain.

Plain of flowers.

A plain with infinite life.

But I don't know why, looking at Wennington standing in this plain of infinite flowers.

But people thought he was standing in a grave.

These flowers are flowers for his funeral.

"In September, on the plain of the death of the gods, there are flowers. Someone watched this scene and recited an ancient and meaningful verse.

When this verse ended, suddenly, the silver-white armor of Winnington's whole body was torn, like a river thawing in early spring and a maple leaf falling in autumn.

In the sound of small shattering, the dragon slaying spear in his hand, which had been inherited for thousands of years, was also turned into ashes at this moment with the smoke and dust of the years.

When the iron gun dissipated, it was like some kind of signal.

Or maybe Winnington really couldn't hold himself anymore, and he fell to his knees, among the flowers on the ground.

In a word, it is nothing more than that.

"You lost. Tiefutu put away the iron knife, and the chilling murderous aura in his whole body also dissipated cleanly.

After the nine knives, all those past events, anger and murder, have been put into account and cut off.

After that, what happened to Winnington, whether he died or not, it had nothing to do with him.

He glanced up at the sky, and silently said in his heart, Your Highness, you can rest in peace, and then without looking at Winnington, he turned around and walked into the military formation.

Between the lines, there was an indescribable otherworldliness, like after the nine swords, he cut off all the bonds between himself and this world.

Since then, there is no longer the Iron Float in this world.

All that remains, a brand new, different Iron Float.

"I ...... Lost. Looking at the back of Tiefutu, Wen Nington, who was kneeling among the flowers, said those three words in a tone that seemed to be both envy and regret.

Although Winnington spoke in a low voice, everyone heard these three words.

On the walls of the Central Royal City, all the human soldiers had a look of despair in their eyes.

Although, Winnington is not dead, he just lost, and there are still so many alienated Ancestor Sect Demon Seeds behind him.

The walls of the central royal city are also standing upright and have not fallen.

But, yes, I lost.

Winnington lost.

Then the war is lost.

Because, no matter how much the human soldiers hated, hated, and couldn't accept Winnington before, he just stood there, so as to give people the impression that this war was not over yet, and his back would always be full of confidence.

But now, people look at his back again.

I just think he's ...... It's pathetic.

Yes, maybe they themselves are pitiful.

"I'm losing, yes. Wen Nington was silent there for a while, and then he probably felt that there were too many people pitying him, he smiled, stood up again, looked at Su Junyan, who was also standing up in the distance, and said, "But you haven't won yet." ”

This sentence may sound a bit morale-boosting, but in fact, looking at Winnington is almost the meaning of hard support.

It's like, yes, I lost, but you didn't win, it's a big deal that we both lose.

No one wants to win.

"Su Junyan, I'll wait for you in the city. With that, Winnington got up and flew towards the Central King's City.

It seems that all this has nothing to do with him.

"Boss ......" looked at Winnington's resolute back, even Gyllenhaal, who trusted Winnington's 120,000 points, was a little lost.

He didn't understand, why did he suddenly lose all his fighting spirit?

Didn't you say that you want to create a better world?

Clearly......

"Gyllen......" It was at this moment that Winnington's voice rang in Gyllenhaal's ears, with a kind of exhaustion that he had not shown outside.

"I think I got it wrong from start to finish. "A word, no head and no brain, but, extremely bleak words.

"You go first, and I'll come later. This sentence is almost equivalent to confessing the last words.

"Boss ......" Gyllenhaal felt like he had lost his strength.

But Winnington didn't respond to him.

And at this moment, under the Central King City, the charge of the demon seed was launched again.

The heavy sound of iron hooves kicked Gyllenhaal back from his lost soul, and he slapped himself hard, forcibly pulling his attention back, looking at the soldiers all over the city, and the solid ground under his feet, telling himself, we haven't lost yet, we haven't lost yet, and there are still fights.

And some of them hit!

"All listen to the !!order," he shouted on the army's combat channel, "I, Gyllenhaal, will fight with you until the last moment of my life!!

"The Central Castle will never fall!!"

With such a shout, Gyllenhaal took the lead in rushing to the top of the city, raised a magic power gun of the largest caliber, and began to shoot at one of the demon cavalry who rushed to the front.

Although the other human soldiers were also in a trance, they were still somewhat aroused by Gyllenhaal, and they also returned to their combat positions one after another to prepare for battle, or to fight back.

Under the city walls, those alienated Ancestor Sect Demon Seeds also opened the battle formation again according to some kind of procedure that had been set up a long time ago, blocking the front of those demon cavalry who were surging like a tide.

Everything looks like there is still a lot to be done.

But I don't know why, it's just that I feel that there is no chance anymore.

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