Chapter two hundred and forty-four white wings that defeat death, wing trembling
Heroes are always tragedies.
——Lin Shuwen
Twisting and interweaving, piercing and growing.
In a scene that would make ordinary people feel painful just by looking at it, Lin Shuwen, the person involved, raised his fleshy calf with no expression on his face.
The bright red fibrous flesh, exposed meridians, and black leg bones are covered with indescribable blood-red lines, emitting a strange light.
The soil is stained with new flesh, the stones rattle against the bones, and the flesh and blood without the protection of skin tissue comes into direct contact with foreign objects. This should be the pain that should be the limit of human endurance.
But Lin Shuwen couldn't feel it anymore, or in other words, it didn't matter anymore.
He stood in the black thorn forest, and in his ears was the wailing that could only be heard by beings of the same level as the outer gods. Those minced meats, those fragments, those beings that were either called "corpses" or "reunifiers", that kind of thing that is now
It also made him feel a wail of pleasure that was like poison.
He suddenly grinned. In front of the remains of one of his closest relatives, he actually felt happy?
I can actually feel pleasure?!
"boom!!"
"Mo..."
The black thorns that surged again cut and tore more delicately, as if they were dividing the sounds that made him happy.
But it was still in vain, no matter how small he broke the stumps into pieces, the wailing sound would still ring in his ears tirelessly.
"..."
The Wolf King, whose coat turned completely blood-black, walked quietly to his master's side. His original armor was condensed into a collar covered with lines, and his scarlet pupils were fading little by little.
On its back, You Ling, who had lost too much blood, was lying down. In the blurred vision, a scarred and trembling hand reached out to Lin Shuwen.
"Crack."
It was as if the spring breeze had blown away the frost and snow, and the warmth from the palms of his hands was like a faint flame, igniting Lin Shuwen's human warmth.
The palm of his hand gradually became warm.
Yes, fire, even a weak flame, is enough to warm a desperate life.
Just like Mo Yao in that life, or Mo Yunfei in this life.
The flames representing destruction and rebirth once lit up his gradually extinguished humanity and his innocent dream frozen in the abyss.
The dark elements were intertwined and sutured, and You Ling's broken left leg completely stopped the extravasated blood. But unlike Lin Shuwen's recent treatment method, what stopped the blood now was just ordinary sutures.
"Sorry, I'm incompetent..."
The hoarse voice regained its former gentleness. Lin Shuwen squatted down without looking back and collected Mo Yunfei's remains into an urn bit by bit.
It was something he had left for himself. It had a black and gold striped design, and the sides were engraved with the representative symbols of those tokusatsu heroes that he liked. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be for another guy who also loved these images...
Regardless of fate or good fortune, these things always appear in some unpleasant places, which is disgusting and makes people miss them.
(You must have felt it, right?)
(Well, are you awake too?)
In the sea of consciousness, the alien god "Si" whose mission has finally come to an end is weakly contacting Lin Shuwen. The current situation between her and him can be described as a bombed-out ruin.
(There is not a single intact bone in your body. All flesh, blood and meridians are reborn based on mustard particles. If you can still feel pain, you should be hurt to death now, right?)
(The ability has decreased, and you have a disgusting "tinnitus". However, relying on the "fire" left by the original white flame for you, you have finally recovered to a level that can fight. However, that "fire" is enough to make people
The existence of resurrection from the dead, even if it is, it can only restore you to the fighting strength when we first met...)
(The sword has the same fighting method as the sword, and the fist has the same fighting method as the fist. Just kill Damon...)
Lin Shuwen controlled the darkness and carefully placed each of Mo Yunfei's ashes into the urn. In his sea of consciousness, the flash of murderous intent made "Si" shiver deeply.
In the thousands of years of existence, she felt the terror of the existence of "human beings" for the first time.
Weak and powerless, yet struggling with all their might because of emotions. In a life with infinite evolutionary possibilities, this characteristic is enough to make these beings without the possibility of evolution feel a sense of crisis.
Yes, they have indeed become "past".
(I don’t know why, but you have a terrible recovery ability. Originally, this power was restrained to a certain extent because of your “sensitive” constitution. Now, should I say you have overcome it or...)
(Let me tell you the conclusion. Calculated in three hours, how far can I recover?)
(Based on your memory comparison, it’s almost the same as the extent of your actions as “Dagger”.)
"Um."
After finally loading all the wreckage, Lin Shuwen lay down and carefully inspected the ground with a layer of dark elements like a dog.
Just like when he was looking for blood scales, he was unwilling and unwilling to let go of any remaining part.
Time has passed thirty minutes.
The ordinary "Shadow Kill" soldiers who escaped under the protection of Mo Yunfei finally reunited with the large army of Ye Lanxin and others.
Now, there are only 592 remaining troops of "Shadow Kill", and there are still 610 Guiyi people who escaped from Lin Shuwen, including "Jin Ming" who is the commander, Dongfang Li
.
If nothing else happens, this is a dead end.
"Weak fire, but it needs to be about a thousand degrees Celsius; there are more than 700 people who will turn the killed humans into compatriots. Complete obliteration needs to be destroyed to pieces, otherwise they will be reborn indefinitely..."
Ye Lanxin summarized the current important information. Looking at more and more entries, Ye Lanxin's mood gradually sank.
This is a dead end! But it is a game that must be fought!
Not to mention that both sides' escape routes are blocked by Canglian's ability. Even if there is a retreat at this moment, these people on our own side cannot retreat.
Once these monsters are allowed to run towards civilians, it will be a disaster that will destroy the entire planet!
"This is Lingjiu. Damon has led his troops back to the center of Xushan. On our old camp, there is a newly built strange-shaped communication tower."
"Received, if within two hours..."
Two figures rushing from the front and rear interrupted Ye Lanxin's order. She signaled Tuberhao beside her to go to meet the people coming from behind, while she met the advance team members running from the front.
If she remembered correctly, this vanguard's ability seemed to be shorthand.
"Second Miss! The enemy has 610 people left and they are coming here. The eldest lady and others have already encountered them and are conducting a security interception. No one has been found, "Yan" team."
"What else did you see?"
"A black thorn forest reaching the sky, the ground is full of the remains of those monsters, but nothing else."
"It's him, he's alive."
Ye Lanxin's eyes clearly lit up, and the stone hanging in her heart finally fell to the ground.
After regaining rationality, Ye Lanxin's brain became obviously more active.
"My lady goddess."
Tuberhao's voice suddenly sounded from behind her. Ye Lanxin turned back and saw a fat young man carrying a huge equipment bag.
"you
Is she the mercenary’s wife?”
The boy's opening sentence was like a sniper rifle with the most precise timing, hitting Ye Lanxin's heart. Although her expression remained calm, her cheeks were turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Ahem, that's right. What did my husband ask you for?"
It was as if a sound of "ohhhhhhhh" suddenly sounded in the sky, and Mo Wei and Canyue, who were recuperating next to the ambulance, struggled fiercely.
Even Feng Xuyuan and Mei'er, who were standing not far from Ye Lanxin, cast dangerous glances at Ye Lanxin.
But the so-called "main palace" means to ignore these threats and defend one's status unwaveringly.
"Then I found the right person. So, where is the programmer who has been cooperating with me?"
"Who...?"
Ye Lanxin looked around the location of the information unit with dignity, but what she didn't expect was that "Jiu Ba" beside her suddenly walked towards him holding the computer.
"Now for one last test?"
"Well, please."
In front of everyone's confused gaze, Wang Qiyuan handed the data cable to "Jiu Ba" very skillfully, and Jiu Ba naturally inserted it into the computer connected to the socket on the back of his neck.
He sat down cross-legged and started programming as if there was no one else around.
Time seemed to have stood still, if Xu Feng hadn't arrived suddenly.
"Second Miss!"
Xu Feng and Julang both looked scarred. In order to cover the escape of the ordinary "Shadow Kill" warriors, they blocked at least eleven Returners by themselves.
He even returned to Mo Yunfei's location in order to lure them away, but he only saw...
"Sorry, Mo Yunfei confirmed the sacrifice."
The first words he spoke made everyone's expressions filled with sadness and respect. The soldiers who survived under his protection all cried uncontrollably.
"What's the current situation?"
Ye Lanxin forced herself to remain calm as a commander. She was saddened by the heroic sacrifice of Mo Yunfei, a true hero, and worried about that man's mental condition.
If nothing else happens...
"Lin Shuwen killed more than a hundred Yiyi people in one breath at a certain moment. You should have heard that sad cry, right? That should be the moment of Mo Yunfei's death, but at the same time, until I left, that
Not only is there no movement in the black thorn forest, but it has a clear tendency to dissipate."
"I'm afraid, he himself has also suffered a lot of injuries. I suggest that the deployment of the battle is based on discarding his combat effectiveness. At the same time, the "fat" who was originally hiding in my shadow, You Ling, has also disappeared."
"Two captain-level combat powers and one god-level combat power. I understand. You can rest first."
Ye Lanxin's body swayed a few times, and the devout Tuberhao behind her supported her body with a wink. Ye Lanxin nodded slightly to him, and then stood up straight again.
She can't fall yet, and neither can they!
Even if sadness and despair fill the air, they, the "Shadow Killers", will never fall!
They are not heroes, but they must not retreat here!
"Everyone, this is a battle to the death. We can only struggle to choose one path."
"Fight or run away?!"
"beat!!!"
Deafening shouts resounded through the sky, and Lin Shuwen in the black thorn forest raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
The sky was split in the gaps between the black thorns, and it seemed as if a few broken lights were spilling down.
(I think, protect those beautiful and "broken lights".)
At that moment, he no longer felt pleasure from wailing.