His voice fell, his consciousness fell, and scarlet blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. The God King used his last strength to open his bloody eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked up at the sky thousands of miles away. He moved his tattered right leg and inserted it into the soil bit by bit.
Bring yourself to a standing position and stand straight.
The gentle sunlight shines on the bloody face and damaged eyes of the God King. They are as majestic and cold as ever, without any sense of embarrassment. What is slightly different is the smile that seems to be absent at the corner of the mouth. Under the sun,
Under the sky, this smile... contains too many meanings.
The wind in the grassland is always fast, making the grass flutter and make the clothes rustle. But in the face of the strong wind, the tall body of the God King stood upright without any bending or retreating.
Arrogantly facing the strong wind, looking up at the sky, and arrogantly looking at the thousands of miles of wilderness.
Majesty, a kind of majesty that defies heaven and earth!
It is the last trace of his presence, pride and dignity that he left to the world!
Gradually, the God King's chest no longer rises and falls, his breathing gradually stops, life gradually passes away, and he returns to silence. However, the tense body still maintains an proud posture, and the right foot inserted deeply into the soil maintains the God King's last breath.
His last wish is to die standing up!!
The life of the God King was a blood-stained life. From his childhood to the present, his life was filled with blood and full of fighting factors at all times. The glory of the warrior has long been engraved in the bone marrow and has its own motto. As a warrior, as a true
A warrior would rather die standing than live lying down.
Even in the most difficult moments, on the battlefield where he knew he would surely die, the arrogance and dignity of the God King would never allow his soul to be stained, nor allow his life to suffer any failure, let alone allow him to
Being ravaged by others.
So... commit suicide! One death will preserve your dignity! One death will shock the world!
Once upon a time, in the Sanuki Mountains of Shikoku Island, Chikas, the immortal war god, fought to the death without flinching or escaping. His last moment of life was also on the battlefield, in a fierce battle.
Today, in the no-man's land of Outer Mongolia, in order to maintain his arrogant dignity and not to leave a stain on his life, nor to leave any regrets for the glory of "never defeated", the God-King commits suicide to understand life.
One is for glory, the other is for dignity. Perhaps their method is too extreme, so extreme that it makes people tremble, but who can deny their decision, and who can not feel respect for these two emperors at the moment of death.
No matter what they have done, no matter what wrong they have done, at least they can be regarded as warriors, qualified warriors with flesh and blood and dignity.
Yang Jing stared blankly at the God King standing proudly, his expression a little dazed. For many days and nights, he fantasized about killing the God King, looking forward to the roaring destruction of the God of War. He also designed many strategies and arranged many things.
Deployment. But when the dream became a reality, when the king of gods fell in front of him, he did not feel the pleasure and joy that he should have.
'Who in the whole world can kill me? Who can defeat me? No one can!!'
"There is only one person who can kill me, myself!!"
The majestic and indifferent voice of the God King echoed in my ears for a long time, and the scene of the prosthetic limb inserted into the chest replayed over and over in my mind, like an invisible little hand playing with the strings of my soul.
Admiration?? Yang Jing suddenly had this feeling that even he had never imagined. The moment the God King smiled, the moment the steel was inserted into his chest, the moment he tried his best to keep standing, that scene, among other things
His magnanimity and dignity deeply touched Yang Jing's soul.
Use suicide to maintain your dignity, use suicide to preserve that glory, do not allow your proud soul to be tarnished in any way, and do not allow anyone to look down in front of them.
Ask yourself, if the God King’s thoughts are too extreme, isn’t that a sign of tolerance?
'Tell Di Cheng something for me, he is the best graduate of Skynet Academy, I... am... proud of him...' Yang Jing muttered this sentence silently in his heart, took a deep breath, and slowly
Exhaled and closed his eyes.
...Skynet Academy...Outstanding Graduates...
Perhaps at the last moment of his life, the God King had figured out a lot and released some of his extreme obsessions.
He was a warrior! During his lifetime, he left countless brilliance to the world; after his death, he returned a wisp of his heroic soul to the world!
"God King, you have lived up to the title of God of War. I, Yang Jinggong, see you off. Goodbye." Yang Jing looked towards the body of the God King, nodded slightly, and bid farewell to this former enemy, now the heroic soul.
Wu Yuniang's cold eyes were slightly dazed. This was the first time she stepped out of Yaowang's Mansion, the first time she came into contact with the outside world, the first time she saw outside people and experienced outside things.
Along the way, she admired the wilderness and beauty of the vast grasslands, enjoyed the subtle pleasures of travel, was amazed by the splendor of the world, and also felt a little afraid of facing the unknown world.
Just now, she forced herself into the battle and showed her peerless lightness. This was her first time participating in a bloody battle, her first confrontation with life and death, and she was a little uncomfortable and a little unbearable.
Now, looking at the suicidal figure, feeling the dignity of standing proudly, and the life and death facing each other a moment ago, Yang Jing, who was nodding and saluting at this moment, felt a little confused deep in his heart, and also felt a touch that he didn't quite understand.
But one thing is that she doesn't regret leaving Yaowang Mansion, at least not until now.
"No!!" Not far away, Shenzuo, who witnessed this scene, roared sadly, his eyes were blood red, and he stopped abruptly from the violent attack, staring blankly at the God King in the distance.
After inserting the prosthetic leg into the body, looking at the profile of the face that was slightly tilted up, a sense of sadness swayed in my heart, and a touch of despair emerged in my heart.
God King... we... still have a chance... why...
The whole world seemed to have quieted down, and only the figure standing upright was left in the sight, and only the dripping blood was left. Only the trembling sadness and despair were left in my heart.
But this is still a battlefield, and the fierce attack does not stop at any time. Xu Yun, Zhou Shaohua, Yi Tingxuan, and Yu Xiaotian did not show the slightest hesitation or pity. The offensive momentum suddenly became fierce, accompanied by fierce roars,
The running figure rushed towards him and unleashed his peak attack with all his strength.
Zhou Shaohua's iron fist slammed into Shen Zuo's chest. The fierce momentum and the spiked fist shattered his chest skeleton on the spot; Xu Yun's double swords rolled over, and the sharp edge shattered the bones on his shoulders.
Skin, flesh and bones; Yi Tingxuan's broadsword was the most direct, carrying unparalleled force, slashing towards Shen Zuo's waist, without a doubt... it was deeply embedded. If he hadn't withdrawn his strength at the end, his strength would have been enough to kill him.
Shen Zuo was split in half; although Yu Xiaotian's soft sword was soft, the thrust at the critical moment was quite sharp. When the three of them hit Shen Zuo, the soft sword also pierced the back of Shen Zuo's neck, and the sharp edge killed him.
The entire hole poked out from the front, and blood sputtered out.
Shen Zuo's breathing and thinking stopped abruptly. He did not resist at all, did not leave any last words, and maintained the posture of staring at the God King, maintaining the last touch of nostalgia, his pupils slowly dilated, and his eyes gradually became hazy.
In his sight, the proud figure dissipated little by little.
Gu! His chest bulged for the last time, blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, and his head drooped little by little.
Some are sad, some are sad.
After the God King, this second-ranking figure in Skynet, a strong man at the pinnacle of quasi-emperor...died tragically on the battlefield!
Wu Nong Gu, who had escaped several hundred meters, seemed to be touched. He couldn't help but look back at the battlefield here. The figure of the God King and the tragic situation of Shen Zuo came into view for an instant. The calmness of the battlefield also symbolized the outcome.
Could it be... Wu Nonggu's heart twitched violently, he couldn't help but fall down in confusion, and rolled more than ten steps in embarrassment.
The dilated pupils were fixedly looking at the soil and grass roots in front of his face. Wu Nonggu's hands were tightly clenched, and his body was shaking uncontrollably. A groan mixed with pain was swaying in his breath. Under the cover of the golden mask, his two
Tears streaked down my cheeks.
Dead?? All dead?? The roar of the God of War is over? That’s it??
Why? Maybe I had already prepared for it, but I didn’t expect it to come so quickly and unexpectedly.
He really wanted to change direction and return to the God King and Shen Zuo. He didn’t want to save anything, as long as he could die together! He didn’t want to be a survivor, the so-called ‘lucky one’, and he didn’t want to be alone in this world.
Wandering.
"Ah!!" Wu Nonggu curled up hard, knocked his head deeply on the ground, and let out a sad roar, with tears and snot sliding down his cheeks.
At this moment, he was no longer the roaring strategist of the God of War, no longer searching for Skynet, he was like a child who had lost his parents, wanting to cry, beg, and end on his own.
Until... the dull horse hooves behind him broke the calm. After a brief struggle and hesitation, Wu Nonggu suddenly jumped up from the ground. While running wildly and in pain, he let out a trembling cry in his heart: "God King, brothers,
Wait for me!! Wait for me!! Soon, when I finish the last thing, I will go down to accompany you. On the road to Huangquan, walk slowly, wait for me..."
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