"I quickly organized the panic-stricken junior brothers together and counted the number of young monks who could go out to help. Some young monks opened their doors early and learned martial arts at a young age. They were only seven or eight years old.
I have the ability to protect myself.
I asked them to take sticks and guard the little orphans and some children who were unable to move independently in the temple. The remaining half-year-old boys were all armed and followed me, going out to help the surrounding neighbors.
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Before setting off, I carefully tied the treasures my master left me in layers inside my chest, so that they would never be lost in battle.
After he made all these preparations, we opened the temple door with weapons and rushed to the street.
Then I saw the appearance of the monsters mentioned by my senior brother, and finally understood why they were called monsters.
Their bodies are as dark as the sun. They should have been the transformed bodies of humans or animals. They have no souls.
They carry a rotten stench. Their eyes are hollow and have lost their eyeballs, but they can still hear and find their prey through sounds and smells.
At that time, I was in a daze when I saw the green-black monster, while the timid juniors behind me were so frightened that they cried.
The huge cries all around and the voices of people running away and asking for help finally brought me back to reality.
As the person with the highest physical value among them, I am also known as the future and genius of the temple. I pick up my stick and go up to help those in need.
The strength of these black monsters that somehow got into the city is not very high.
I quickly wiped them out, earning the thanks of many people around me sobbing.
But when I was puzzled and tried to find the source of the fish that slipped through the net.
In front of me, where these black monsters once appeared, there was a huge roar and more crying sounds.
The city where my brothers and masters had been stationed for more than a month was breached by that demon.
Those low-level monsters just rushed in through the broken gaps.
And those screams were the sounds of ordinary people running for their lives. While fleeing, they did not forget to remind other families in the city to use their own methods to save the lives of the pigeons.
Because they don't have to take any chances anymore, probably no one can help them.
The crowd crying and fleeing was full of despair. The words I shouted made my hands and feet feel cold at that time.
Because these people shouted like this: The city was destroyed, the entire army was destroyed, and the monks of Dahuguo Temple died for their country.
When we heard these words, we were all stunned on the spot. Some of the younger brothers who could hold back their tears at first started to cry together.
At this time, I looked around blankly and realized that I had become the most senior person in Daguo Huguo Temple.
When I was a child, I also dreamed about how glorious it would be to become an abbot.
Now, this important task has fallen on my head inexplicably.
I looked around at a loss, but found that no one taught me how to be a good abbot, and what should an abbot do?
But I know that now is no longer the time to ask for advice on these unnecessary things.
Now it's a matter of how to survive in the midst of that vast black army.
I held a stick to resist the black monsters that rushed toward our temple one after another. I reminded the junior brothers behind me to run back to the temple, cover the door, and open all defenses.
I know clearly that those actions are useless. In the end, everyone in the temple will fall into despair, but I still hope that a miracle will happen. If I persist until the end, maybe the dawn will finally come.
And I will fight for as much time as possible for my brothers and sisters. If possible, it would be a good idea to drag this devil to death together.
Thinking of this, I touched my chest and thought of Xanadu, the sacred weapon of the Buddhist Kingdom. This is my last trump card and confidence.
The juniors who listened to my order quickly closed the door of the temple, but at the last second, I kicked the last junior next to me in and sealed the entire door from the outside.
If the monsters break through here, it doesn't matter whether the gate is sealed or not. If the monsters can be beaten back, there will naturally be survivors who can gently remove the shackles for them.
I just need to stop them briefly and don't let them reopen the door because of me.
Then I sat quietly in front of the temple, waiting for the arrival of the real leader of the monster army that had taken over the royal capital city.
Conquering this royal capital means that he has captured the last royal capital. As the final winner, he will definitely come to Daigokoku Temple to see the results of his battle.
What I have to do now is to ensure that I don't die among these dark monsters and wait until the person I want to wait for.
This process is really very long. I have always thought that I am a very powerful person, because both my master and my master say that I am a genius in our generation. I have already reached the level of a grand master at a young age.
realm.
But when the demon I wanted to wait for came, the corpses of mushrooms were already all around me. Only then did I realize that the Grand Master can also be dragged down by monsters like ants.
Just when I thought I couldn't hold on, a huge shadow appeared above my head. When I raised my head, I could tell at a glance that that was the culprit that caused all of this, and was the real demon I had to wait for in the end.
head.
I have never seen a person whose entire skin was blue and whose hair was red.
The burnt-yellow fangs stretched out from his mouth and shot straight into the sky. Just like the real devil among the monsters I saw, he had already lost his human form.
But his green eyes contained human wisdom and cunning.
He was probably also surprised as to why the master who has persisted here for so long is just a young monk who looks very young, right?"
Having said this, the Supreme Master smiled softly. For him, these experiences were not horrific at all, but something he was proud of. He was heroic and did not feel afraid even before he died.
Results.
If there are still human beings in their 12-country continent, today's stop will make his name the most famous scene among the 12 countries.
He will be recorded forever by sung poets and historical researchers.
As long as the person he protects lives, what else does he have to regret and fear?