He should be lying in that peaceful world, waiting for the arrival of a prosperous era.
The next moment, Qing Chen ran several dozen meters before crawling again, and then ran several dozen meters after the artillery fire stopped.
He had begun to forget the pain, and he was even starting to forget where he was.
Only one thing remained in my mind: going home.
go home.
Qingchen got up and lay down again and again, but at that moment, the enemy suddenly adjusted the distance of their artillery, and a shell landed just three meters away from him.
In an instant, even though he and Shadow managed to stabilize themselves, they were inevitably thrown away by the shockwave from the explosion.
Fortunately, the main shadow blocked the direct damage for him from this direction, otherwise he would have died on the spot!
Qing Chen was thrown into a nearby crater and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood... all his internal organs were displaced.
But he ignored all that and before the smoke cleared, he immediately crawled out of the crater to check if Boss He was alright.
Qingchen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief; Boss He was unharmed!
He chuckled hoarsely and said, "Mr. He, you're in luck!"
However, Qingchen himself was not so lucky.
He looked down and was horrified to see a piece of shrapnel the size of a palm lodged in his abdomen, with blood gushing out. If the wound had been any larger, his intestines would probably have spilled out.
The next second, he stood up again and tried his best to pick up Boss He again. He gritted his teeth and roared as he stood up.
They continued to walk forward, swaying unsteadily.
"Boss He, let's gamble on whether our lives are tough enough! If not, wait for me down there, I'll be right there! We'll go to the Underworld and cause a huge scene, and cross our names off the Book of Life and Death!"
With only two hundred meters left to the woods, Qing Chen roared and sprinted forward, with his main and secondary shadows flanking him on either side. He was gambling on whether he could make it through!
But his luck wasn't quite there. A shell spun out of the cannon, and the end of its curved trajectory was right in Qing Chen's direction.
Here's a little-known fact.
When you hear the strange whistling sound of artillery shells approaching on the battlefield, don't think about anything else or harbor any illusions; that shell is headed straight for you.
Qingchen heard the shriek.
The shell pierced through layers of smoke and fog, passing through the predetermined fate.
It is often said that when a person is about to die, they will review their life like a revolving lantern, as if time has frozen, and even death will grant you a few seconds to look back.
Ke Qingchen did not look at his life before the age of 17, a life that seemed shrouded in shadows and devoid of any notable good deeds.
There's nothing worth remembering.
Qingchen's life took a turn for the better after he turned 17.
It started in Prison No. 18.
In that instant, it felt as if he had returned to Prison No. 18.
The place where that dream began.
He sat down opposite his master once again, just as he had done before.
A cannon shot came flying overhead.
The fierce soldiers crossing the river.
Everything seems to have returned to where it started.
Qingchen said, "Master, I may be dying. Thank you. If I hadn't come here and become your disciple, there probably wouldn't have been so many stories later. Of course, I might die at 18, but these past six months have been more precious to me than life itself. Master, I'm leaving."
In that moment in his mind, Li Shutong suddenly looked up and earnestly gazed at his apprentice: "You won't die."
Qing Chen: "Hmm?"
The shells are falling!
With a loud bang!
Chapter 893, Kill!
Qing Chen slowly opened his eyes on the battlefield. He was surrounded by a blue light, and there was someone else beside him... Zheng Yuandong.
Boss Zheng held the black Eye of True Sight in his hand, his entire being as sharp as a drawn sword.
It turns out that before this time travel, Boss He had already given the Black True Sight Eye to Boss Zheng and asked Boss Zheng to pass it on to Qing Chen.
But then they saw ice walls constantly forming above their heads, and Boss Zheng stood motionless in place, blocking all the incoming artillery fire.
At this moment, Boss Zheng turned his head to look at He Jinqiu on Qingchen's back.
For some reason, Qingchen had never seen such a complex and sorrowful look in his eyes before. He only looked at it for a second, but it felt like ten thousand years had passed.
In those ten thousand years, everything changed, the sea turned into mulberry fields, mountains became plains, and birds disappeared without a trace.
At this moment.
"Boss!" someone shouted excitedly, "Your limited edition skin looks a bit pathetic!"
Qingchen looked down and saw Zard poking his head out of the soil.
Zard looked at Qingchen, whose body was riddled with shrapnel and whose abdomen was gushing blood. Although it was a bit gruesome, Zard actually found it kind of cool...
Qing Chen forced a smile: "What brings you all here?"
Zard said, "We tried the Key Gate hundreds of times, and finally managed to open it in Silver City, but you guys have already opened it."
Zheng Yuandong said in a deep voice, "Now is not the time for idle chatter. The enemy's artillery fire is probably all coming this way."
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...
A moment ago, in the Silver City Army Group, Lao Wu stood in the command vehicle, coldly watching the holographic sand table, which was already covered in smoke.
However, at that moment, Lao Wu's pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw that at the edge of the area covered by the artillery fire, a layer of ice wall suddenly condensed rapidly, forming an ice-blue dome amidst the smoke.
With a loud bang, the grenade that was supposed to hit Qing Chen instead blasted into the ice wall, creating a large hole in the newly formed ice wall.
However, there was another ice wall inside that ice wall.
Moreover, on top of these two ice walls, a new layer of ice walls has been formed again, seemingly endless and unbreakable.
Soon, the outer ice wall re-froze, repairing the hole in the blink of an eye.
No one knows how this ice wall appeared, or why it is hard enough to withstand artillery fire.
The fifth brother knew that the Joker must be there!
He shouted, "All artillery units, listen up! Adjust your guns and bombard that ice wall!"
On the position, the artillerymen quickly adjusted the parameters, and the muzzles of the cannons rapidly rotated on the motor rails, all aimed at the target.
In an instant, the shells roared and flew out. In the history of human warfare, there have been very few instances of hundreds of self-propelled artillery pieces simultaneously bombarding the same location. This kind of attack, driven by hatred and disregarding the cost, is the most ferocious.
Hundreds of shells landed on the ice wall, instantly shattering it into dust.
Just after the twelfth shell fell, all three layers of ice walls vanished.
But that wasn't the end of it; hundreds more shells followed, like finishing blows.
The fifth brother didn't say anything more. He silently waited for the smoke to clear, wanting to see if there were any Joker's remains in that huge crater.
The smoke dissipated in a gust of wind, and Lao Wu was suddenly stunned as he looked at the holographic sand table transmitted by the satellite.
The charred crater looked as if it had been struck by a meteorite... but beneath that charred crater, a tunnel more than two people wide was revealed!
The fifth brother was stunned. What was going on? Why would a tunnel suddenly appear under the bomb crater?
Who dug the tunnel, and when?!
"Damn it, Joker isn't dead! Someone rescued him!" the fifth brother shouted angrily. "Quickly, send out all the drones to scout! Search for him! Report his coordinates immediately once you spot him!"
On the battlefield, when the number of soldiers exceeds ten thousand, they can form an endless sea of people. These three divisions have a total of thirty thousand men. When they split into three groups and rushed into the forest to encircle it, they were as overwhelming as a tsunami.
At that moment, Zard cautiously emerged from the ground and glanced at the surrounding woods: "Safe!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Chen and Zheng Yuandong emerged from the tunnel, while Da Yu, Qing Ji, Li Tongyun, and Black Spider were already waiting there.
Li Tongyun asked, "Brother Qingchen, how are you?"
Qing Chen did not answer, but turned to Zheng Yuandong: "Boss Zheng, I'm leaving Boss He in your care."
After saying that, he fainted, and Qing Ji caught his falling body.
Everyone stared silently at the shrapnel in Qing Chen's body, finding it hard to imagine what he had just gone through.
Qing Ji opened the Shadow Gate, only to see Chen Zhuoqu, Hu Jingyi and others carrying out three door panels. Behind each door panel was a key gate leading to the Forbidden Forest!
At this moment, the giant prophet and the second-in-command emerged from the key gate first.
This was their first time meeting this friend from the great prophecy, but they never expected that their first meeting would reveal such a miserable state.
The second-in-command asked curiously, "What's wrong with the leader?"
Da Yu's face darkened: "Who taught them this? A perfectly good regular army has suddenly been turned into bandits by some label. Is this acceptable? Zard, did you teach them this?"
Zard paused for a moment: "How did you guess? You're the one in my belly..."
Da Yu interrupted expressionlessly, "I am the traitor behind your head."
Zard: "..."
At this moment, Zheng Yuandong explained to the second-in-command of the giants: "They had just gone through a great battle and killed the Silver Duke. Now, in order to bring back He Jinqiu's body, he was bombarded by the Silver City Army Group."
The giant prophet nodded: "I see."
The next second, the parent-teacher association member who was in charge of reconnaissance ran back: "The Silver City Army has entered the woods!"
Zheng Yuandong silently looked at He Jinqiu's corpse, then at the bullet wounds on Qing Chen's body: "They used an aerial fortress, hundreds of airships, and tens of thousands of soldiers to besiege two people. Now, He Jinqiu is dead, and there isn't even a single intact piece of skin left on Qing Chen's body... But they outnumber us, and we have just as many."
Zard crouched down and pointed at Qingchen, seemingly doing something.
Da Yu frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"