Four hundred and sixtieth chapters Thirteen promises
"Huh?" Thirteen didn't expect to get such an answer at all. This feeling was like walking into a big hotel in Dongguan wearing Armani and a gold chain around his neck, and throwing a huge sum of 100,000 in front of the young lady.
I want to have some fun. But the lady looked down on you and said, "We are resisting Japan today."
"Why don't you want to? This is your only chance to leave here. Don't you want to leave? There isn't even a blade of grass in this damn place?" Thirteen wondered.
"Mr. Thirteen, what can you think of when you look at this?" The village chief ignored Thirteen's incredulity and just picked up a sword from a pile of corpses of demon soldiers in front of him, turned around and handed it to Thirteen's hand.
inside.
This magic weapon no longer had any spiritual power, and the dim sword blade was full of gaps and pits left by the battle. Thirteen seemed to understand this dead weapon at once, and it had experienced a life of fighting. That’s right.
, Demon soldiers are born for fighting. They are always shuttling in the world of blood and roars. Peace and ease have never belonged to them.
Heaven is not their creator, human beings are their masters, and this master has no mercy at all. The life given to them is used to deprive others of their lives.
"What you want is...peace?" Shisan suddenly understood what the village chief meant.
"It's not that what I want is peace, but that we should have peace. None of us who were abandoned in this Demon Soldier Cemetery are survivors who have experienced many wars. We have seen too much blood, too much
Why can we never enjoy peace despite so many deaths?
Even in the most comfortable era, we are still used for killing, hunting, conquering territories, and assassinating. The demons naturally decide our uses but never ask us how we feel.
Why has it given us life but not given us the equality of life?
Yes, I believe that now you only need to shout outside to take everyone away, and many people will follow you, without even asking why they are following you.
However, this is just going from a hell of despair to a hell of endless fighting.
We are not afraid of war, but please let us also enjoy the peace brought by war, even if it is just a brief flash in the pan, at least let us know that our efforts are rewarded." The village chief said, his body trembling slightly.
"What do you need me to do for you?" Thirteen gently put the broken sword in his hand on the ground, as gently as putting down a sleeping baby.
"No, what can you do for us?" the village chief said meaningfully.
After a conversation, Thirteen asked the village chief to issue a rallying call. In the vast Lost Territory, every demon soldier gathered in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain. There were more than a dozen giant demon puppets.
The shoulders were filled with various forms of magic soldiers, and if they couldn't be squeezed in, they turned back into the form of magic soldiers, which were smaller and easier to stack. Everyone didn't understand why they wanted to listen to this outsider's speech, but the village chief stood beside him all the time.
There is nothing to worry about around me.
This was not the first time that Thirteen had faced a crowd of deceivers, but this time the number of people was the largest. Not only that, those pairs of hostile eyes seemed to be ready to eat him alive at any moment.
If looks could kill, Thirteen's body would have been crushed to ashes now.
"To put it simply, I can travel through this space and take you away. I only take the demon soldiers who are facing life and still have hope for freedom. Those who follow me will face a difficult war. The people outside
World, I will have a shameless and shameless war with the main city of the Kingdom of Satan. My troops are sparse. Many people say that I am a mantis trying to beat a chariot, and a mayfly can shake a tree. But sometimes, there are some things that we cannot escape and have to
Do.
I know that you are tired of wars and being thrown into the battlefield endlessly." Thirteen said this, turning his head and looking at the village chief beside him, "Here, I promise you in the name of the overlord of the Taotie Kingdom, as long as it is
Those who participated in this war, no matter whether you win or lose, you will be qualified as human beings and live in the Taotie Kingdom. No one can claim to be your master anymore. You can build your own towns, and other
The country trades, travels where you want to go, and defends your own land!
Now, who wants to come with me?"
Thirteen's speech became more and more exciting as it went on, and even the concluding remarks were heart-warming and uplifting, quite reminiscent of those possessed by the souls of Hitler, Socrates, and Crazy Li Yang.
But down below, there was total silence. A pair of big, cute eyes looked at Thirteen, just like the monkeys in the zoo looking at humans. All they thought in their minds was, "These hairless idiots are here again, don't you?"
You're just having fun when you touch them, Dasha x!"
Just when I thought I would be taken for a joke, the audience finally cheered, and all kinds of shouts of "Me! Me! Me! Me!" were practiced.
Just like the village chief said, the vast majority of the people in the Lost Realm will not refuse Thirteen's request. Their cheers are not because they can leave here, but because after the war, many of their magic soldiers will have
Qualifications to become human beings. They were accepted by a country for the first time, and had land they could call home for the first time.
Although the battle against Satan will be extremely difficult, and many of them will not survive the moment of owning land, the most important thing in life, or in a devil's life, is hope.
Only with hope can the demon soldier, like the demon man, embrace the true meaning of life.
Seeing the people who had been groaning in this deserted town for so many years erupting into such enthusiastic shouts, the village chief was also particularly pleased. Just as everyone surrounded Shisan, he threw him dozens of meters into the air and then caught him in celebration.
, the village chief has quietly returned to the holy mountain.
He found a relatively clean stone and sat among a pile of corpses of lost magic soldiers. The noise outside seemed to have nothing to do with him.
The four-armed black iron tower Xiba (Simba) also walked in, his dark body like a piece of machinery.
"Simba, don't you go outside to celebrate with others?" the village chief said with a smile.
"No, Simba hates busy places, but he still wants to be by the village chief's side." Simba stood beside the village chief like a loyal warrior.
"I know you are worried about my old bones. After you leave, those corpse-eating demon soldiers outside will not let me go. For many years, I have been preventing them from entering the Lost Realm. The hatred is too deep." The village chief said deeply.
Sighed deeply.
"I won't let them touch you. I will protect you and the holy mountain." Simba said firmly.
"Oh, Simba, we will die eventually. Whether we die by being cut into pieces or waiting to die in despair, the difference is actually not big. I know you don't like Thirteen, because he is a human being, and you were indeed abandoned by your master.
Demon soldiers, you hate them. But, haven't you noticed? From the moment they met, whether it was his provocation to you or the words he spoke to you, he never thought of you as a demon soldier for a moment.
He chose to come to such a dangerous place to withstand hostility and take you away, instead of taking away those zombie-like guys outside, which already shows that he wants companions, not just tools." The village chief came into contact with Thirteen.
It didn't take long, but I got to know this person quite well.
"Village Chief, stop talking... I just don't want to leave you." Simba lowered his head.
At this moment, Thirteen, who was almost pushed to the ground by the excited demon soldiers, wiped the drool on his face and came back. He left the Sword Niche Ghost outside, specifically for those demon soldiers to have sex with.
, although the space inside the sword niche ghost is infinite, these demon soldiers must be classified before swallowing. In that scene, hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers lined up to enter the body of the sword niche ghost. In the human world, the sword niche ghost must have broken
Gillies World Record - "Enter the most people's bodies per unit of time".
"These friends are so enthusiastic, I almost couldn't hold it in anymore." Shisanxiao walked over and looked at the four-armed black iron tower.
"Siba (Simba), don't you want to leave?" Thirteen's thoughts were quite delicate.
"I won't leave with you, I want to stay with the village chief." Xiba said firmly.
"The village chief can also go with me. There is no need to fight. I can arrange a special car for you to return to the Taotie Kingdom and let you choose a place. In fact, to tell you the truth, the Taotie Kingdom has been quite miserable in recent years. It has been destroyed by Satan.
It’s so frustrating, so you’d better have the idea of a paradise, your home still needs your own hands to build and protect it.” Thirteen was quite embarrassed by the appearance of the Taotie Kingdom.
"It doesn't matter, they don't expect to go out and just sit back and enjoy their lives. Everything about the magic soldiers is the result of fighting." The village chief smiled, "But I won't go out with you, because I... don't have time..."
The village chief raised his palm, and the old arm began to slowly disappear.
"Village Chief!" Simba shouted.
"Wait for me, I have a soul crystal, go get it right away!" Thirteen turned around and wanted to get it.
"No need, Mr. Thirteen." The village chief stopped him, "I have lived for so long that I have almost forgotten how I came to this place. In fact, I was on the verge of exhaustion a few years ago.
, has managed to hold on till today.
I have always hoped that there is someone who can bring hope to everyone. It seems that my persistence is not unrewarded. Mr. Thirteen, I just hope that you will remember what you said, give them freedom, let them build their own homes, and swear by their souls,
It is not the soul of the demon god, but your soul as a human being." The village chief's hands have disappeared.
"I swear, after the battle in Satan City, they will not be involved in a war because of me. They will have their own lives and enjoy the same freedom as humans." Thirteen said with great sincerity.
"This puts my mind at ease. Simba, leave. You should embrace that kind of freedom." After the village chief said, the white robe on his body peeled off, and an old sword blade leaned against the stone surface.
The story of the Demon Soldier Cemetery ends here...