Even if Chen Zhuoqu unleashes a powerful move at the last minute, this knight demigod is covered in wounds and will soon be exhausted!
Everyone was in despair.
People say that before the light arrives, there is always a long, suffocating night.
But this long night is too dark and too long, with no end in sight.
This made everyone wonder if the light would ever return.
Compared to the vast army of the dead, the parents' association was insignificant.
On the battlefield, some began to cry out in anguish: "Why? Why can't we kill them all no matter how hard we try? Why won't the parents wake up? Why are there no more reinforcements?! Why?!"
The cries were heart-wrenching. The person crying wasn't really complaining about anything; they were just unwilling to accept that everyone had given so much, yet they still couldn't reach the end!
Seven thousand kilometers of travel, through clouds and moonlight, is it really coming to an end here?!
This time, even Xiaoqi didn't know how to encourage those who fought alongside her.
However, Luo Wanya suddenly spoke up. He pointed at the crying family member and said, "Your father was a gambler, and you used to be a thief in the third district of City 10. You owed usurious loans and had to hide. But when the rat swarm came, you rushed to the front line with a kitchen knife."
As he spoke, Luo Wanya pointed at another person: "You, your father beat your mother to death with domestic violence. You used to be a lazy good-for-nothing, but during the 7,000-kilometer trek, you were always helping others. When you found food, you gave it to women and patients first, and you wouldn't eat a single bite yourself."
Luo Wanya said loudly, "I, Luo Wanya, used to be a wanderer, and it seems like I spent my whole life on the run. But now I stand here and fight alongside you. This world is not fair. We cannot choose the family we are born into, and we cannot choose the fate of the first half of our lives, but we can choose when to change and how to die."
"Although failure will be a part of our lives, we can choose how we react when we fail."
“I do not believe in an endless night, because the torch is in our own hands.”
The parents gradually stopped crying, stubbornly wiping away their tears and calming down.
Luo Wanyi stopped hiding behind the giant and stepped onto the defensive line. He came to the outside of the line and roared, "Kill!"
This time, they were no longer timid and hesitant, but bravely and fearlessly charged out!
Stop begging for a savior.
This is our own war.
...
...
Just then, heavy snow suddenly began to fall from the sky.
Snowflakes fall under the polar night sky, complementing the ribbon-like aurora borealis in the sky.
Xiao Wu stared at the heavy snow, lost in thought: "It's so beautiful. It's a pity that Xiao Er and the others didn't get to see it. It wouldn't be bad if we could see the aurora borealis and the snow before we die."
The army of the dead has already rushed down the hillside. The new army of the dead is mixed with beastmen, members of the parent-teacher association, and the corpses of giants. The more than four thousand giants, under the control of the scepter of the dead, have become a real trump card.
Amidst the fervor of despair and rage, the sound of an ancient steam whistle drifted from afar.
Luo Wanyi suddenly turned around and saw a black steam train speeding towards him on the distant mountain ridge.
"This is……"
"Boss Zheng!"
"Boss Zheng is here!"
Xiaoqi wanted to cheer, but found that her throat was completely hoarse and she couldn't make a sound at all. She could only utter syllables very softly.
He felt tears streaming down his face involuntarily, not from sadness, but from joy!
This war has lasted so long that it feels like we've spent a hundred years in hell.
At that moment, a beam of light shone into hell once more, proving that all the suffering had not been in vain.
The next moment, the steam train was seen cutting off the ever-appearing army of the dead along the mountain ridge!
Back then, this steam train could even penetrate giant pythons in the south, so smashing through some legions of the dead was nothing to it now.
The steam train's locomotive spewed thick black smoke and emitted a melodious wailing sound!
The steam train then traveled through the battlefield and finally stopped in front of the defensive line.
Before the parents could even celebrate this great reunion, the doors of the steam train opened, and Lu Yuan and a group of golden figures carried 120 iron doors off the train.
Luo Wanya asked curiously, "What are you trying to do?"
Xiao Qi, Xiao Wu, and the others were also stunned.
Prior to this, they knew that Boss Zheng had taken away almost all the Eyes of True Sight, which meant that there weren't many Eyes of True Sight left on the battlefield that could be used to open the Key Gate.
Without the Key Gate, the parent-teacher association's mobility is greatly reduced. Otherwise, if the giants had won on the A3 front, the A5 front could have simply smashed the Key Gate and brought them over.
However, without True Sight, everyone had to abandon this support tactic.
However, some people were curious about what Boss Zheng intended to do with the Eye of True Sight.
Now, here are the 120 key doors.
Time seemed to stand still.
The hustle and bustle of the world seemed to disappear.
Everyone looked toward the key doors.
In an instant, Zhang Xiaoman, the heroic spirit of the Northwest Army, arrived at the door and roared, "Kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
On the vast battlefield, the sounds of battle echoed.
Golden figures emerged from behind the door, the heroic spirits displaying remarkable order, much like disciplined soldiers who remained composed amidst the chaos of the battlefield.
"Who are these people...?" Luo Wanya asked in surprise. "Their fighting is so organized, much better than our parent-teacher conference. Look, each of their squads doesn't need communication equipment; they just need to pass instructions to each other one by one."
No one knew that this Northwest Army retreated into the mountains after the decisive battle with Zero.
Despite world peace, they still maintain the habit of drills, training, and military parades, and even conduct military exercises in Forbidden Land No. 001.
They have spent a thousand years training themselves, just to wait for a war that will need them, a war whose timing and location are uncertain.
These heroic spirits have an average strength of B-level, which is determined by Ren Xiaosu's level. Before Ren Xiaosu became a god, they were only D-level.
In terms of individual combat, they were naturally no match for the beastmen, but the combat skills they displayed were simply too fierce.
A group of five or six heroic spirits can dismember any undead beast soldiers they encounter.
At this moment, a golden figure appeared on the other side of the ridge. Luo Wanya looked over and found that it was Chen Jiazhang and the golden corpse of the Lian clan.
When the golden corpse rushed down the mountain, Nangong Yuanyu, Qingling, and Li Cheng, members of the Freemasons, arrived with intelligence agents who had fought their way out of Base A02.
This was not the end. After Li Cheng and the others rushed down, all the Time Travelers who had been sheltered on Whale Island, led by Liu Dezhu, Nan Gengchen, Zhang Tianzhen, Li Tongyun, and Jinguji Maki, also charged down!
Although all of Jinguji Maki's shikigami were sealed away, she was still a true knight demigod!
The legion of the dead poured into the battlefield in an endless stream, and reinforcements also poured into the battlefield in an endless stream!
No one was absent from this human catastrophe.
Just as Qingchen had hoped, the world no longer needed anyone to save it; instead, everyone was here, risking their lives for that glimmer of hope.
This is the moment that human civilization is most worthy of being written about.
At this moment, the person controlling the Legion of the Dead also seemed to realize something was wrong. If the endless stream of heroic spirits were allowed to break out, the Legion of the Dead would suffer heavy losses!
But then the more than four thousand dead giants charged forward, leading their legion of the dead to quickly press on, blocking the spirits at the entrances of the key gates.
Even if there were many heroic souls of the Northwest Army, it would be of no use if they couldn't break through.
Zheng Yuandong placed the Key Gate directly in front of the position to prevent more parents from dying at the parent meeting, so that the spirits of the Northwest Army could shelter the parents behind them from the wind and rain.
However, this led to them being blocked by the Legion of the Dead.
Luo Wanyi shouted, "Boss Zheng, take the Key Gate and leave. Go somewhere far away from the battlefield. As long as we win the war, we'll be fine!"
However, Zheng Yuandong simply replied, "No need, we're not the only reinforcements."
Luo Wanya was stunned. That's right, how could Boss Zheng make such a basic mistake? He must have a backup plan... But where is that backup plan?
The Whale Island Timewalkers, the Ripple Clan, and the Freemasons are insufficient to determine the outcome of the battle on the entire battlefield.
That's not enough to open a path for the Northwest Army's heroic spirits to charge forward. So, who is Boss Zheng waiting for?
"Look at the sky! A blue ox!" Xiao Wu shouted.
Everyone looked up and saw Li Shutong flying in from afar, sitting sideways on a blue ox, his sharp aura like a crescent moon in the sky.
In the snowy night, the demigod took a deep breath, and the wind and snow swirled like a dragon, as if he wanted to suck even the magnificent aurora and starry sky into his mouth.
Breathe in the air!
Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come down from the sky?
It flows to the sea and never returns!
A cloud of mist poured down from the sky, like a river or a waterfall, carrying with it a blizzard as sharp as a knife.
The densely packed legions of the dead charged across the ground, only to be washed away by the clouds and reduced to scattered bones.
That wasn't enough. Li Shutong actually took out a power bank and recreated the terrifying Milky Way from before!
Snowflakes washed over the mountains and rivers, opening the way for the heroic spirits of the Northwest Army to charge forward. The wind howled across the battlefield, like a song from the heavens!
For some reason, Luo Wanyi's eyes welled up with tears. He felt that when you don't want to give up, the world will surely resonate for you.
The next moment, more and more heroic spirits of the Northwest Army rushed out of the Key Gate, just as they had done a thousand years ago, and once again stepped onto the battlefield to save the world!
The boundless gold collided with the gray of the king's army, and the gold became incomparably brilliant and glorious, shining with boundless light!
However, even heroes can die. After suffering fatal wounds, they will transform into a golden light and fly to the northwest to return to the Temple of Heroes to recuperate.
Zhang Xiaoman rushed to the front and shouted with a loud laugh, "I'll go first!"
The conman swept across the battlefield like a tank. He was an A-rank in life, and now, with the blessing of Ren Xiaosu's Hall of Heroes, he broke through the A-rank barrier early on: "I'll hold on a little longer!"
During the battle, each heroic spirit transformed into a stream of light and left the battlefield, like the Leonid meteor shower in the sky, weaving and spinning, dazzling to the extreme.
The heroic spirits charged into battle laughing, and when they encountered living humans, they would laugh and say, "We won't die, we'll go first!"
Luo Wanyi observed the situation and suddenly asked, "How many heroic spirits are there in the Northwest?"
Zheng Yuandong said, "278,911 people were expected to attend, and 278,911 people actually attended."