Wu Xiangnan clutched the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, two black suns burning in his eyes, and the law of the sun in his body poured into Susano'o's body along the hilt of the sword.
boom--!
Wu Xiangnan's left hand burst into a ball of blood mist, turned into thousands of white threads, and disappeared without a trace.
His eyes flashed with murderous intent, he clenched his teeth, held the hilt of the Amancongyun Sword in his right hand, and slashed down along Susanoo's throat!
The sharp sword slashed through the huge body, leaving a shocking sword mark. Wu Xiangnan held the sword and fell on the ground. The Tiancongyun Sword in his hand was stained red with blood.
The hot divine blood spilled from the air, dyeing the light blue cloak with blood. Wu Xiangnan raised his head and looked at Susano'o, whose vitality was quickly extinguished under the law of the sun, and slowly closed his eyes...
He took a deep breath and let it out,
The frustration and hatred that had been lingering in his heart for the past few years disappeared with this breath of filthy air.
He had been waiting for this moment for nearly ten years.
"I killed him." Wu Xiangnan murmured to himself,
"It's a pity that you can't see it anymore..."
boom--!!
Susano'o's huge body crashed to the ground, billowing smoke and dust flew up, blowing the light blue cloak away.
A streak of blood mist burst out from Wu Xiangnan's right arm. His flesh and blood dissipated, and his figure became a little transparent again. The blood-stained Tiancongyun Sword in his hand also fell into the earth and was deeply submerged in the soil.
Two figures, dark gray and dark red, walked behind him.
Wang Mian and Lin Qiye looked at each other with complicated expressions, but neither bothered the man who was standing in front of Susanoo's body, muttering to himself.
Ball after ball of blood mist exploded on Wu Xiangnan's body, and his figure gradually dissipated. Finally, he slowly turned around. This man, who was already thirty-four or five years old, had tears in his eyes.
He looked at Lin Qiye and Wang Mian and smiled:
"Thank you."
"You don't need to thank us. You have been preparing for ten years alone. You have planned boldly and left no escape route. You deserve to get to this point." Wang Mian couldn't help but sigh, "You Wu Xiangnan killed gods with your mortal body.
He is the first in the world... and perhaps the last."
Three artifacts, three forbidden spell formations, a human ceiling, an agent who was boosted to the divine realm by a futon, and an immortal swordsman who briefly gained the power of the law through rebirth... Many factors merged, and after many experiences
After a lot of hardships, he barely managed to kill a god.
This process cannot be copied or repeated.
Wu Xiangnan looked at Lin Qiye with gentle eyes, "Qiye, after all the work is done, if you have time, go back to Cangnan and have a look... Hongying and Qimo, they are all waiting for us to go.
When the time comes, if they ask me, just say..."
Wu Xiangnan lowered his head, glanced at his body that was about to dissipate, and smiled bitterly, "Just say that I'm a little busy and can't go back for the time being."
A feeling of sourness came over Lin Qiye's heart. He looked at Wu Xiangnan, overlapping his weather-beaten face with that of the deputy captain in Cangnan's office, and nodded heavily.
"Don't worry, I will go back."
Wu Xiangnan looked at him deeply, like an old father who had witnessed his child's growth, his eyes full of joy and pride.
"I am leaving."
Wu Xiangnan turned his head and dragged his dissipating figure towards somewhere in Gaotianyuan, as if he was looking for something.
A hazy blood mist enveloped his body, and white threads floated out. The almost transparent figure finally stopped on some broken ground.
He slowly squatted down, his blood-stained light blue cloak draped on the ground. He stared at the nothingness at his feet and closed his eyes.
This is where his teammates are buried.
It is also his final destination.
boom--!
The last cloud of blood mist burst out, and Wu Xiangnan's body turned into white threads, which faded away little by little. He opened his lips lightly and said with a smile:
"Wu Xiangnan, the survivor of [Lanyu] team, requests to return to the team..."
His last murmur echoed in the air.
The blood-stained light blue cloak fell gently on the ground, like an unnamed tombstone engraved with meritorious deeds, causing the souls buried here to fall into eternal sleep.
…
A pale golden light shrouded the figures of Lin Qiye and Wang Mian. They looked at the floating blue cloak in the distance and fell into silence at the same time.
"The [Lan Yu] team finally disappeared completely..." Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.
"[Lan Yu] will not disappear. Their names will be engraved on the obelisk of the Night Watch forever."
"Obelisk?"
"At the Night Watch headquarters, there is an obelisk that records the names of all special teams. When a special team disappears or is disbanded, their names and achievements will be engraved on it." The corner of Wang Mian's mouth appeared.
A touch of bitterness,
"Now, the [Mask] should also be carved on."
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, "But as the captain of [Masked] is still alive, your number should not be cancelled, right?"
"The [Mask] with only me can no longer be regarded as a [Mask]." Wang Mian shook his head, "At this point, we can no longer stick to this number, but we must pass it on and let it pass on.
Fresher blood flows in...just like the [Blue Rain] back then.
If Wu Xiangnan hadn’t canceled the 005 number of [Blue Rain] back then, there wouldn’t be you [Nightfall].
After engraving the name of [Masked] on the monument, I believe that it won’t be long before a brand new Special Team 004 will appear in Daxia, and they may have more hope and vitality than us.”
"……I see."
Lin Qiye felt mixed emotions in his heart.
Is there an obelisk engraved with the name of the disbanded special team... I wonder if the name of [Nightfall] will also be engraved on it many years later?
By then, what achievements and legends will be left behind their names?
Perhaps after that, their 005 will also be passed down, and a brand new young special team will carry their will and hope and rise strongly.
Perhaps, this is the fate of the special team.
"I'm going to get something."
Wang Mian said, walked up to Susanoo's body, reached out and groped on his chest for a long time, and took out a broken red magatama.
The moment he saw this magatama, Wang Mian's eyes brightened.
Gao Tianyuan's artifact, the eight-foot magatama.
This is what the God of Time asked him to obtain.
Wang Mian put the magatama away and immediately rushed towards the gate of Gao Tianyuan together with Lin Qiye.
But before they could get far away, the second red moon hanging in the sky suddenly burst into dazzling light!