All kinds of soul beasts receded like a tide, leaving people with blank faces.

"They...... Let's go? ”

"Withdrawn?"

"We won?"

"We won!"

"We've finally won!"

In the sky, the darkness that covered the sky gradually ended, revealing a trace of afterglow sprinkled on the earth, and everyone greeted the sunlight that no longer had the slightest deterrent power, revealing a trace of happiness for the rest of their lives.

Some cheered, some rejoiced, and some sat on the ground, wailing and crying.

"Woo woo, we're still alive......"

The cry was very contagious, like a virus, one to ten, ten to hundred, and suddenly, the battlefield resounded like a ghost crying wolf's howl.

They don't know why they won, and from the moment they set foot on the battlefield, they were ready to die.

Countless comrades-in-arms, relatives and friends are all falling one after another around them, and maybe the next moment, it will be themselves who fall.

They were also afraid and thought about backing down, but in the end they persevered with the determination to die.

The endless killing made them feel hopeless, and even had the illusion that this war would not stop until the city was broken.

Waiting for death is a form of torture.

They had been numb enough to wait for the moment of death in the city, and hope had been lost little by little in the endless slaughter.

But what they didn't expect was that they won in the end, they waited for the victory, and they succeeded in surviving to the end.

The tense spirit was completely relaxed at once, and they could no longer support it.

Strong, fearless, it was just a desperate choice under numbness, and when the hope of life came to everyone again, they let out a cry of joy.

Some people were lying on the ground, holding the remains of their comrades or relatives, tears streaming silently from their faces.

They don't know what the meaning of living is, their relatives are dead, their comrades-in-arms are dead, but they are still alive.

They lowered their eyes, the afterglow shining on their faces, but failing to illuminate their eyes.

Like walking corpses, they got up, picked up corpses that could not even be put together, and walked into the city, their eyes gloomy, as if they had lost the meaning and expectation of survival.

War, leaving people with only a messy battlefield and an unsoothing heart.

During the war, the city was in full swing, as if everyone was fighting with a touch of ferocity and gritting their teeth to protect the city.

Now that he has won, he has lost his vitality and looks a little dead.

"Stand up!"

Suddenly, a low, soul-stirring chant rang out.

The three words were like some kind of strange curse, which made everyone feel a thrill.

This sentence was like a magic sound, and when it spread, the shadows on the battlefield, under all the corpses, began to move, and then, under the shocked gaze of everyone, the corpses were suddenly enveloped.

Those who were holding the stumps of their comrades were directly pushed away by an inexplicable force.

Then, everyone saw that a figure as black as ink stood up from the corpse.

"Ahh......h

Crazy screams came and went, and everyone looked at the "resurrected" comrades in front of them in horror, with a look of disbelief.

They couldn't believe that just before, their comrades-in-arms who had witnessed the death of their own eyes were actually standing alive in front of them.

"It's, it's, those shadow soldiers!!"

Someone recognized their state at this time, wasn't it exactly the same as the shadow soldiers who had supported them before?

For a while, everyone was at a loss, not knowing what the situation was, whether to fight or go up and hug goodbye.

"Stand up! Do you still want to sleep? Your relatives and friends are still waiting for you! ”

There was another call, and there were more and more shadows standing up.

"Soul Curse! Soul Curse! This must be a soul curse! Someone is using soul skills to resurrect them! ”

Finally, someone keenly associated these three words with the shadow soldier in front of him.

They had heard it once when the Shadow Soldiers appeared to support them, but the war was urgent, and they didn't have time to think about it.

And this time, they just connected things a little bit, and they quickly understood the relationship between the two.

Everyone hurriedly searched for prestige, only to see a young man, walking slowly from a distance, he was wrapped in black armor, just like the shadow soldier.

"He's ......"

The crowd's eyes narrowed.

It wasn't until the boy approached that they saw the boy's appearance.

"It's the Holy Son!"

"This is the soul technique of the Holy Son!"

Everyone was stunned, and when Cheng Xiao came to them, they unconsciously moved out of the way, as if Cheng Xiao had some kind of aura on his body, which made them feel afraid.

"Holy Son! You caused this war, so don't you have anything to say to everyone? ”

Suddenly, in the crowd, someone plucked up the courage to shout.

Everyone was shocked and looked over, and the crowd dispersed, revealing him.

Cheng Xiao also stopped, turned his head to look, and what came into his eyes was a panicked teenager, who looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his face was covered with blood at this time, and he looked very embarrassed.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man showed a panicked look.

The people present all secretly admired the courage of the young man, they also wanted to complain, they were unwilling, and even hated, but they only dared to hide in the crowd and say nothing.

Soon, the young man's eyes became firm again, and after the initial panic, he took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth, mustered up courage, and looked at Cheng Xiao.

"Don't you explain anything?" The young man asked.

"Explain?" Cheng Xiao asked rhetorically.

"My brother, my father, all died in this war." The young man wiped his sour eyes indiscriminately, and looked at Cheng Xiao stubbornly, "Die for the Martial Spirit Palace, die without complaint." But what is this war for, and why are those soul beasts coming to you, shouldn't we know? ”

"We can die, but we don't want to die so unclear."

As soon as the young man's words fell, countless people responded.

"That's right! We can die, but we can't die blindly. ”

"We just want to know why."

"I don't want their deaths to be meaningless."

Voices came and went, and the young man spoke their hearts. War is inevitable, sacrifice is already predestined, and the moment they set foot on the battlefield, they are mentally prepared.

But they really don't understand the meaning of this war.

It's okay to let them die, but it's clear that they have to die.

Cheng Xiao glanced around, people seemed to can't stand Cheng Xiao's sharp gaze, they shut up one after another, and the air fell into a solemn atmosphere.

"Since you survived, then live well for your brother, father, comrades-in-arms, and relatives."

(End of chapter)