In the vast and dark space, all the survivors of the Zhongzhou team stood silently.

Standing at the head of the team, Zhengyan wrapped himself in armor as usual, but only wore a simple and solemn monk's robe, and the plain Zhengyan looked a little shorter than usual, but on the side of the others, it seemed to be taller. The sound hands that stretched out from the sides of the robe were still miraculous even with the medical standards of the Empire, which once again confirmed the unfathomable depth of the main god system.

But no matter how perfect the restoration of the Lord God is, there is a limit.

Yes, the Zhongzhou team defeated the strong rival Yinzhou team, and only lost three people, in terms of the prosperity of the team, this is a glorious victory, but for those who are still alive, what is lost, no matter how much they get, they can't make it up.

Ming Yanwei's spirit body was asleep in the freezer, although the body was miserably divided, but the corpse was intact, and it could be buried after the main god repaired it, compared to the other two, it was already extremely happy that they couldn't even find the bone slag.

The funeral was presided over by Zhengyan, after all, he was the only one who had some relevant beliefs and knowledge among the people present, and these people would not even think of doing it if he hadn't mentioned it. Having said that, every time he survived the crisis in the original work, Zheng Zhe returned to the room for the deceased, even if it was a very close person, that is, he recalled their brilliant moments, and the others did nothing, should this be said to be strong or affectionate?

“...... May the emperor bless her soul from this moment to peace......" The funeral process was relatively brief, after all, the only man here who was considered her relative was still adjusting his emotions, and the others could only say a word or two according to the impression they had when they met, and even the righteous words of the hundred days of her companion could only send her the eulogy she deserved as a warrior. In fact, no one here should appear at the funeral of Ming Yanwei, a woman, after all, they are just people who meet in Pingshui, they don't know each other's past, life trajectory, and a short encounter makes them trust each other, but they can't make them feel good.

However, perhaps it is precisely because of the brevity, precisely because of the meeting in Pingshui, that the mood of the people present is not inferior to the so-called "friends", in the final analysis, the reincarnators are all lost in the labyrinth of life, strange people with no home. Compared to the days when he wore a mask and lived in reality like a walking corpse, the time of struggling in this land of Shura is probably the most real and fulfilling moment for everyone. There is no deceitful getting along, only the loyalty of life and death, and those who cannot integrate into the group will eventually die alone, and who can conclude that there is no trace of affection for those who stay?

"In this way, the deeds of our departed comrades should be recited for all eternity, and they should be honored by the side of the emperor with a fair and unequivocal record of their courage. Zhengyan read the last prayer in the heaviest tone, and the funeral officially came to an end, and Ming Yanwei's body was officially stored in the frozen coffin, and it was stored in Valhalla along the way.

... Silently put the broken women's helmet at the foot of the memorial monument erected in Valhalla, Zhengyan squinted at Zhang Heng, who was kneeling in front of the memorial monument and crying like a tearful man, and looked back at the name engraved on the memorial monument. Time is almost meaningless in the world of reincarnation, and even if a tombstone is erected, it is impossible to determine the moment of the deceased's death, so this tablet is only arranged in the order of death of the deceased, including those who have been eliminated when they first come to this space, and they have not even had time to leave their names behind.

A horizontal line describes those fleeting existences, lamenting their fate and warning the living of their situation, in this space, the only truth is themselves and their teammates, and if they are not careful, even their names will be completely forgotten.

...... Zhengyan silently swept the familiar or unfamiliar names on the memorial monument, they came to this world inexplicably, and died inexplicably. In the past, they were just characters in the book, used to entertain the public, but now for him, they are flesh and blood, with whom they once had a relationship, and are forced to commit their lives to each other because of irresistible forces. And now, these passions, or indifference, or cheerfulness, or despair, or justice, or selfishness, but yet the same living lives have passed away one by one, as the living, what should they do to bear the sacrifice of these people?

... Turning around, Zhengyan strode out of Valhalla, contemplatively walking towards the dark corridor.

The answer may be where it was in the first place, or it may not exist at all.

At all costs.

His path will not change.