In this battle, the three S-level masters of the virus camp fell into dust in the wilderness.

Three days later, the coalition forces broke through the gate of the Fortress of Modu. The Demon Lord Sauron avoided fighting and left five million virus legions to fight at the Gate of Modu. Blood rain fell from the sky, life was tragic, corpses accumulated like mountains, and wailed everywhere.

Five days and five nights, the blood flowed across the river, and all the five million troops of the virus were destroyed, and more than half of the coalition were killed or killed. Even with the plot characters Gandalf, Aragon, Legolas and others helping, and with their own S-level masters in charge, 398,642 anti-virus hunters were still killed in battle, including Xiwen, deputy commander of the Qinglong Legion, Cross, the commander of the Unicorn Legion, Tu Doudou, the commander of the former camp camp, and Shan Gui, the deputy commander, also unfortunately died in the decisive battle.

The battle ends, the Death Arena mode ends, and the World of the Lord of the Rings regains 300 years of safety.

Middle-earth Third Era 3006 on the afternoon of July 15, 3006.

The Gate of Mordor.

Three days have passed since that bloody decisive battle. The surviving antivirus hunters have basically received rewards and left the world. This battlefield will gradually disappear in the next few months, including the existence of those victims, will be permanently forgotten in this world.

The will of this world will slowly correct everything.

"I'm here to worship my brothers and sisters. You don't need to urge me to leave. I'm sorry that I didn't catch up with this decisive battle and could not fight side by side with them, although it was not my fault."

Mu Shaoan walked slowly. On the battlefield, there were still corpses everywhere, broken weapons, burnt corpses, and dead war horses. No one restrained them because there was no need to restrain them. They were like this. They wandered around the world when they were alive and didn't care whether they were wrapped in corpses after death. However, they would solidify into the history that had happened in a certain period of time in the future, just like the gun god who was an S-level gun during his lifetime. In history, they were just a greedy and lustful guy.

In the corpses everywhere, perhaps this image that has been solidified in real history is a chef, this person may be a street sweeper, well, that person may be a successful entrepreneur, this young lady may be a big star, maybe this black brother can be a president, it’s all kinds of strange and funny to think about it.

Mu Shaoan laughed loudly, his stomach hurts and tears burst out. It’s so funny.

A piece of tissue floated over like a ghost, and was thrown away by him.

"Don't disgust me. When will I, Mr. Mu cry? I just think it's funny. Look at these guys, I'm so comfortable. I'll never lick blood from the knife. Hey, what's the feeling of living in history? I can't help but wonder, if one day I also enter history, will I meet this butcher? But Doudou, hahaha, why don't you call this name directly Tudou? This kind of fame can be a little taller."

"Oh, isn't this a mountain ghost brother? You said that your nickname is not good, you have to call it a mountain ghost. Now, you can't be a human being, go to be a ghost."

The setting sun is like blood,

On the desolate battlefield, Mu Shaoan kept laughing alone, identifying every corpse, teasing, bragging, and talking dirty words.

Time seems to be stagnant at this moment, no, in fact it has already stagnated. The will of the world took action, otherwise so many corpses would have been stinking long ago, and there should not be too many flies, maggots, etc., but it can still be maintained at the moment when the decisive battle ends.

After a long time, Mr. Mu became quiet.

"Thank you, you are quite considerate. Oh, his uncle, I'm a little sentimental. It's a lone dog, a life of a rotten life, wherever you die, but I'm ashamed, brother, I have rules, I can't leave you a three-foot place here, I can't let others remember you, and don't be jealous of those big men who can leave their names in history. They have made more contributions than us. I deserve you to be an unknown person, and I'm also an unknown person."

"Oh, I'm so pretentious."

"I have something to say, you guys with a bad life, I, Mr. Mu, are here to recruit you. No matter whether you agree or not, if you don't agree, even if you become a ghost and come to mess with me, I just deliberately, come and bite me!"

"Bang"

On one side, the shield with dozens of cracks hit the ground, and there was no movement, but milky white light kept illuminating on the shield. This is the law of immortality, the immortal will, not the soul, not the reincarnation of the dead, but the transformation of the belief that one must die.

This is what Mu Shaoan can do.

Under the golden setting sun, in a short time, the Immortal Shield was surrounded by a huge amount of white light. This time the belief that must be killed and the immortal will absorbed far exceed all.

Nearly 400,000 people.

Mu Shaoan just watched silently, not wanting to say anything more, what could he say? There was nothing to say.

He knows it.

If one day he would lie here and turn into a corpse, then as a lone dog, he would not allow anyone to cry here, nor would he care about whether there is a tombstone to remember his life, nor whether anyone remembers himself.

Who cares so much!

The sun finally sets.

Darkness enveloped the earth, and the corpses everywhere had disappeared. Even the damaged weapons were decaying at an extremely fast speed. Only the immortal heavy shields were emitting faint white light.

Mu Shaoan, who was like a statue, suddenly woke up and walked forward to carry the Immortal Shield.

"I'm leaving, hope we won't have a chance to see each other again."

After the words came, Mu Shaoan took a step forward, and the surroundings were still dark, but he had already crossed the edge of the world.

"Wait, your reward"

In the dark, a sound seemed to be coming, but Mu Shaoan still did not stop at all. The darkness came again, and the fields were quiet, as if nothing had happened.

The Central Square of the Fourth War Zone is still the same. Because the time is not yet available, the other nine death ring mode worlds have not yet decided the winner, so it is still very empty.

The antivirus hunters who returned from the World of the Lord of the Rings have probably returned to the real world. Although they are disturbed by low-intensity viruses, they are still quite comfortable after all. After fighting for so long, they have a full seven-month holiday now, which is something they can't afford.

Mu Shaoan walked in this central square, looking at the main system and other branch systems that had been transformed into NPC, which felt a little sad. He now understood how hard it was to be a leader. Not everything would go well. Not everyone would understand. If you win, you can cheer or fail, but you can only swallow the bitter fruit. The Chaos Base started from the first era and the sixth era is about to open. No one knows how many people died, and no one knows how many civilizations have been lost.

But all this will be imprinted in the leader's mind, like countless nightmares.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Shaoan walked to the NPC formed by the main system and said, "I want to apply for the assessment of the S-level blank attribute template."

"Young Warrior, are you sure you don't consider taking a break? There are still seven months and fifteen days left before the next death ring is opened."

"No, I want to choose to start the assessment."

"Okay, please wait. The data is being calculated. The number is s-019. You need to enable the s-level assessment to accumulate 10 million merit points. This merit value refers to the original data you accumulated from level C. You now have 9.87 million merit points, so you cannot conduct the assessment. Please improve the merit value and come and apply. Thank you for your cooperation."

The npc formed by the main system smiles very standard.

"You...you sister!"

When Mu Shaoan heard this, he was stunned. Anything is OK? It's only 130,000 points away from merit, which is too crap.
Chapter completed!