Rain, will you be the most heartless thing in this world?

They are flying in this world, bidding farewell to this earth-shattering legend.

The rain was dripping.

"Distinguished Sirs, Friends and Family, Distinguished Guests." A blonde woman in a black ceremonial group swayed her head toward his graveyard, leaning towards the group of black umbrellas standing next to the cemetery.

Silence, such a moment of mourning.

The low mound of earth turned outward, and inside the cemetery, a cold body seemed to have a cold smile.

It was a corpse, a black suit, so neat, and a long green sword lay silently next to his coffin, with the burial.

"On behalf of Lilia, the wife of my most dear friend of my life, and on behalf of all the Carolingian family, I would like to thank you for coming to the funeral of my dearest friend, Jack Niemann. Thank you for coming and sharing our grief with us through your busy schedules. Say goodbye to my dearest friend. ”

The white flowers swayed in the rain, and the bright flowers, together with the dead silence, blurred the line between life and death.

"On this day, we are here to mourn the memory of a brave man who dedicated his life to the peace of all things in the spiritual world, and his life was glorious, glorious, and full of glory. He died in war, but he contributed to peace. His name will be engraved on the monuments of history, and the hymn of peace will forever be sung of his great deeds. ”

The white dove and the olive banner of peace were waiting silently, the awakening of the brave man, the dove looked blankly at the crow in the sky, in the rain, and they seemed to pray for the death of this hero.

"On August 5, 2041 in the Duchy, Jack Nieman, my dear friend, in the battle of the Netherworld, in the decisive battle against the seven great demon kings, in order to save the last fire in the world, in that grief-stricken day, we lost a comrade-in-arms who fought for the cause of peace, and it was he who was brave and fearless, the last fire in the world was preserved, his sacrifice made us grief-stricken, his sacrifice is the loss of spiritual history, his sacrifice, the most noble person came to the tomb, we must be in awe."

The speaker sang in sorrow.

"Let us observe a moment of silence on the passing of this sincere messenger of peace."

The chanting of the song of the elves was accompanied by a gentle cry, and those umbrellas, the rain curtain fell down and poured out, the hatred in the midst of no reason.

As if God wanted him to die, he passed away, leaving no trace.

"In life, he is humble, open-minded, hard and simple, he loves his family, raises his eyebrows, respects each other like a guest, although he has no heirs, but his excellent quality, and noble character are worthy of our learning and practice."

In the sky, crows are chirping.

In this hymn, there is a less beautiful sound, because the crow is the song of the crow, and the crow's song is like a low neigh, so brazen and unpleasant.

The calm, beautiful hymn began to slowly distort, along with the crows, to the absurd roar.

"The life of Grand Duke Jack Nieman is short, like a white horse passing by, fleeting, but Archduke Jack Nieman's great achievements in the monument of human history will be immortal!"

The speaker opened his arms.

Zhengse said: "Please say goodbye to the deceased."

The black umbrellas began to retreat one after another, and they lined up in two rows, sending white flowers in turn.

The flower that mourns the deceased may flutter with the mourning of the past to the other side of the world.

"My dear ......" The first to send flowers was Lilia.

She was dressed in a black gown, and the black flowers swayed in her bun with the wind and rain, and she was haggard and weak, as if she was about to die.

She was speechless, so she hugged the blonde woman, the speaker, and wept loudly.

Patting her on the shoulder, patting her on the back, a little better, Lilia lowered her eyes sadly, silently retreated behind her, and threw the white flowers into the tomb, on the body of the corpse, which was his husband, her dead husband.

Those flowers, with him, will be buried in the earth, even if they are so bright.

"You always tell me to be careful...... a woman with blonde hair slowly stood up, she was wearing a long black trench coat, holding flowers in one hand, and a black painted image in the other, and on the color image, a girl pinched the face of a boy, they both had blonde hair, and they all had happy smiles.

"Now, however, you are gone from me forever."

The golden-haired girl wiped away her tears, and the flower on his hand went into the cemetery along with the painted image, and was buried, green, or red, clay.

"My comrades-in-arms! Salute to you......" A blonde man in a suit and leather shoes put a cowboy hat on his chest, bowed very heavily, raised his head, and dropped the white flowers.

"I hope this is the last of my friends' funerals I'll ever attend." Another man in a suit slowly stepped forward, he placed his double-edged long knife in it, and with two clicks, it made a golden explosion.

It's like a dead salute, so violent, so intense, so fleeting.

"Let's go!" The man quickly stepped back and threw the flower straight into the graveyard.

There are still many people, just silently parting, they are relatively silent, or raise their hats to salute, or bow and salute, but they all have a deep respect.

Only the last one.

Her black eyes shine like stars, and her black clothes also shine, she seems to be just a little sad, but most of them are regrets, he in her beautiful eyes, perhaps, is like a new life, far away.

"I'm sorry."

She said, "I didn't come to you earlier to help you...... Perhaps, there is indeed a misunderstanding between us. Everything about you is so noble, I have long been ashamed of myself, in the final analysis, we are no longer the two children who hid in the corner and watched Li Xiaoyao kiss Zhao Ling'er. I am saddened by your departure, and I admire your deeds, but that's about it. ”

After she finished speaking, it was like closing the door of the coffin, and the green sword was quietly flowing with a green glimmer, as if she was also saying goodbye, and the door of the coffin was indeed closed, which meant that Jack Niemann, who was in the world, had passed away.

Now, people mention him, in addition to the Grand Duke Jack Niemann, there is a resounding title, hero.

The name of the hero is like thunder.

But the crows are still there, and they will open the coffin of the hero, peck at the corpse of the hero, and welcome the end of the spiritual world.