It is said that Sunset Town has the most beautiful evening scenery in the world. Thinking about it, it should be like that, otherwise this southern wilderness town would never dare to call itself sunset.

In Dong Hong's description, whenever the sun sets and the sky is full of sunset, the soft sunlight splashes obliquely on the palm leaves, dyeing everything into dazzling gold; the dark blue water of the Danjin River sways the golden waves, slowly passing away, as if humming the lullaby that the old woman is most familiar with; the undulating green fields, the rising sun side seems to be burning with flames, and the shady side does not dissipate the warmth, just enough to accommodate three or two pairs of lovers ambiguously separated by each other, softly singing love songs in a minor key......

But now, the legendary beauty has been shattered, and only the bloody remnant sun remains, mercilessly burning layers of thick clouds. The green steppes were no longer full of life, they were covered with dull scorched mud, whether the thick mud was stained by the blood of the warriors, no one could tell, but the real blood could be seen - the bright red floated in the river, so thick that it could not be dissolved or dispersed.

The air was filled with blood qi, and from Dawu Mountain to the middle of the Tianlong Bridge, the steaming dark red aura could be seen everywhere. The blood made the scene in front of him blur and distort, as if it carried infinite pressure, making it difficult to breathe and making people feel tight.

Shen Sushan was arranging the shroud, and inside was his good brother Xu Yuanyong, the skilled archer who had had his throat torn by a spotted cat, Baggy, Quill covered in blood, his Tyrant Tiger sword had been broken in two, and he was bargaining with Atcha for a ninth-quality long sword, Dong Hong and Liya Azhuo sat back to back, speechless, and Klettu's heavy sword was stuck deep in the bridge, and the brave warrior had already been planted in the river. I don't know where to go with the current.

The Hope Legion, which has the strongest overall combat effectiveness, was damaged by nearly half. Francis lost his left arm. His girlfriends, Catherine and Wilson, were by his side. As if to comfort him that the limbs he had lost would be recovered sooner or later, just like Wilson himself, the broken leg had now become a superweapon, Sainsbury and Habakak were helping Mirong transport their brothers who had died in battle, and the pair of soldiers who were usually the most joking soldiers were now stiff, and Joanna had countless wounds on her body, especially a centimeter scar on her pretty face, but she forgot to come to Igru for help at this moment, because she and Lucy had a lot of wounded men to take care of。

All 800 of the Dongyi Rangers were killed, and a new group of warriors was being replenished from the fortress. Some of them, enduring the severe pain in their hearts, were disposing of the mutilated horses, and their only way to deal with them was to accurately plunge their swords into the horses' hearts.

More than 20,000 Spinners lost 30 percent of their soldiers, and even Captain Alfred was shot through the head by a stray arrow and was martyred. But it was their hard work that ensured that none of Bucky set foot in Sunset Town behind them.

For a whole day, the warriors repelled nearly 100 attacks by Baji, and destroyed more than 20,000 enemies, nearly half of which were attributed to the six groups of strong men who were at the forefront of the battlefield. Qi Lang alone killed nearly a thousand Baji masters. However, Badge's speed is simply too fast, and their combat strategy is relatively flexible. The combined attack on both sides of the bridge and under the bridge made the warriors take care of one and the other, so more than 10,000 Baji successfully broke through the defense line of the long bridge and fought with the humans on the battlefield on the north bank of the river.

On the side of the multinational coalition, there are more than 30,000 soldiers on the banks of the river who have entered the battle, and they are all the top human warbands such as the Whirlwind Army and the Rangers, but compared with those natural warriors, the human warriors are still slightly inferior in combat ability, although the number of comparisons has almost reached three to one, the casualty ratio is almost exactly equal to the enemy.

Qi Lang was genuinely worried. After a day of thrilling battles, he had a deeper understanding of the contrast between the strength of the enemy and the enemy. You must know that almost all the elites who are guarding the front of the position, and Baji's side has only sent a herbivorous group, and the powerful Tiger Head Baji and Bear Head Baji have not yet launched an attack, and in addition, Rebens, who has the super strength of the ten-stage beast body, has not even shown up.

The Buckies had died down, and the wild donkey's head Sossi unilaterally declared a truce, and his reasons sounded very unpleasant, saying that Bucky's eyesight was surprisingly good, and that it was easier for him to use his strengths at night, and that in order to avoid an unfair fight, Lord Rebens wanted all battles to be fought only during the day. For this reason, Quill scolded for a long time, and he even asked to organize a commando detachment to fight to the other side of the night and fight the heads of those beasts to the death. Qi Lang did not hesitate to veto Quill's idea, because he knew very well that what Soxi was telling was indeed the truth, and that at night Baji not only had a visual advantage, but they also had a keen sense of hearing and smell, and it was only self-inflicted to kill him. Qi Lang had lost enough of his comrades in the whole day that he didn't want to lose Quill or any other warrior.

It's just the first day of fighting, and then there's a second day, a third day...... Perhaps, the battle will continue forever until humanity or one side of Bagji is completely wiped out. It was not the death of these warriors in front of them, but the death of an entire race. This war will probably last for a long time, maybe ten or eight years, maybe hundreds or even thousands of years -- judging from the history of human development, war is such a trajectory of development, there is never a real compromise between different races and different beliefs, and disputes go from brewing to erupting to hibernation, and so on and so forth, and there will never be peace.

Qi Lang was tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

Qi Lang had never felt so tired, and even that walk in the Four Yang Illusion Realm, which had lasted for tens of thousands of years, had never brought him the same fatigue. He was sure that he still had the strength to swing the holy sword in his hand and kill more than a hundred seven or eight-stage beast body strong hands in one go, but now he was not sure whether there was any meaning in such an act - Baji could not be killed, and the extremely simple hatred in their hearts would not be wiped out with the swing of the holy sword.

He even began to wonder if the so-called "glory of our race" that he had spoken of before the war was really as simple as it sounded, just to fight against foreign aggression, and if that made sense, then the Bagies would have the same noble motivation to fight, because their glory was on the opposite side of humanity.

It's an unsolvable loop, and even if Qi Lang could have a brain as smart as Jira, he wouldn't be able to figure it out.

The sky was dark, and the sun was sinking between the distant mountains in the west, like the holy sword in Qi Lang's hand, gradually fading its brilliance.

Bonfires were lit on both sides of the wide river of blood, and the bages on the other side were still grateful to Gulf for his generosity, which saved them from the cold of the night. As Sosi had said, outside of wartime, Badge was friends with the human race, and he should have lived in peace, and if he had met in the market, he could have said hello with a smile, a few words, and a friend.

Along the riverbank, Qi Lang walked slowly, greeting every warrior. Everywhere they passed, whether they were seriously injured or healthy, they would raise their right fists towards Qi Lang and shout, "Glory belongs to my king!" They all saw with their own eyes how the young king stood on the bridge, fearlessly fighting against thousands of fierce attacks. In their opinion, Qi Lang is the best warrior in the world, and being able to fight side by side with him may be the most worthy of repeated mention in their lives.

Qi Lang smiled and nodded to everyone, but was speechless in his heart. He didn't think those high-pitched shouts would really bring any glory to him, especially after paying such a heavy price, when real victory was still far away, and hidden behind this battle, there was an even greater crisis that did not know when to come.

Among the warriors who sat around the fire, there was no racial distinction, and the yellow-skinned and white-skinned sat together, and even the language barrier did not prevent them from communicating in sign language. Qi Lang even noticed that one of the Junior Dou Zun of the Dragon Legion and Qiu Qi were sitting shoulder to shoulder, discussing the tactics of the coordination between the archers and the stormtroopers. Speaking of the more than 100 soldiers of the Dragon Legion who should have been imprisoned, after the Hope Legion killed more than a dozen people, they rushed into the battlefield on their own initiative and helped Joanna and Mi Rong solve a lot of troubles in the bitter battle. The reason why they survived that civil war was mainly due to their relatively strong combat effectiveness, especially the five or six Douzun-level masters, after receiving the help of Lu Huan's decoction, they had all recovered their combat strength, and each of them had killed nearly double digits. If you don't think about your original position, these people can be called hot-blooded warriors.

In this unprecedented catastrophe, past grievances have been put aside, and all the warriors of the human world have united to stand behind the formidable King of Zonghao and fight for common glory. But as Jenny Billy has said, this joint operation is only a stopgap measure, and when the greatest troubles are resolved, the ambitious Otto empire will sooner or later revivenation.

Peace, perhaps, can be guaranteed in Jenny's generation, who has found her conscience, but what about the more distant future? No one dares to promise it, and even if it does, it is only an empty phrase, because strife and disagreement are the eternal themes of this world—those noble kings, who have always adorned their personal ambitions under the cloak of glory, and who have instigated the ignorant warriors to step by step on the road of self-destruction...... (To be continued......)