When a group of white-clothed swordsmen hung their swords on their waists and looked at this new world with curious eyes, what caught their eyes were densely packed graves with hastily buried people.
There are tombstones cut out of wood everywhere, with names written one after another on them. They are arranged on the roadside, not neatly, just one piece at a time, as if there is no end in sight.
"What's going on?" A swordsman who had just arrived on Planet Hope 2 frowned and looked at the tombstone at his feet, asking in disbelief.
It was really hard for him to imagine what kind of enemy could make his fellow disciples pay such a heavy price.
"Here... there are at least more than 100 new graves, right?" A female swordsman looked pale, looking at the graves one after another, and lowered her voice and said.
"But... where did we, where did we go just now?" A young male swordsman turned back, looked at the "bridge" light beam not far behind him, and muttered in disbelief.
This team of white-clothed swordsmen had just come out of Cambridge of the Heavenly Sword Sect. They didn't even take a good look at the world in front of them when they saw these new graves that disfigured the scenery.
"Let's go, maybe they were transported here and buried to remind us not to underestimate the enemy." A swordsman glanced at the tombs on the roadside and continued to walk forward.
After hearing his words, several swordsmen calmed down and continued to follow the crowd.
Above their heads, airships transporting swordsmen passed by one after another, transporting fully loaded swordsmen to further places.
On top of the flying boat, a swordsman lay on the side of the boat and looked at the ground beneath his feet. He saw fragmented boulders embedded in the ground in the distance. These sights were obviously not naturally formed.
Of course, he didn't know that these huge rocks were actually the "corpse" of a sword. He couldn't imagine what a terrible scene it would be if a sword was shattered.
At the height at which the flying boat was passing, he could not clearly see some details on the ground, and he did not know that what he was passing by were the graveyards of swordsmen from the Sky Sword Shen Sect.
The swordsmen walking on the ground finally began to realize that something was wrong. They could see some fragments of sword blades, because some broken glazed tiles and broken giant wooden red pillars could also be seen on some rubble. These things they all
Nothing could be more familiar.
A swordsman walked to a stone, stretched out his hand and touched the loose soil on it, then looked at his fellow disciple behind him and said, "This is a whole piece of spiritual stone... It is something only used on the sword's edge."
"Its energy has been completely exhausted...the peak-protecting formation has been broken!" Another swordsman also recognized the stone. If the energy had not been exhausted, the stone should be emitting a faint light.
But now, this stone is lying here like this, dim and dull, almost the same as an ordinary stone. If they hadn't seen too many spiritual stones that exhausted their spiritual power, these swordsmen might not be able to identify it.
"Senior brother! Senior brother!" A young swordsman hurried over, stood behind the two swordsmen, clasped his fists and said, "There is another cemetery over there... it is even bigger, and there is no end in sight at all."
The swordsman frowned slightly when he heard the report from his fellow disciples, and then walked quickly over with his men. After bypassing a huge boulder stuck in the ground, they saw another new cemetery.
There are some fallen branches on the ground with white flags tied on them. Many graves were damaged due to the impact of falling boulders.
Some white clothes can still be vaguely seen in the soil, as well as some broken swords or other random things buried with them.
What shocked them even more was that not far away there were some corpses of swordsmen in white waiting to be buried. Apparently no one paid attention to them.
"Exposed corpses in the wilderness?..." This thought appeared in his mind, making the leader of the white-clothed swordsman look even more ugly. The Heavenly Sword Sect has a tradition of placing the corpses of fellow sect members, and there are not many cases where such corpses are left aside and no one cares about them.
See.
unless……
He walked over quickly and saw a swordsman guarding the body, sitting on a stone in a daze.
"What's going on...where did so many corpses come from?" Walking up to the dazed swordsman, the male swordsman with the highest status among the new swordsmen asked.
The swordsman who was sitting on the stone guarding these corpses raised his head, smiled bitterly and replied: "There are too many dead people to bury. You are finally here. Help me to bury the corpses of these fellow disciples."
Let’s bury him in the ground.”
"That's unreasonable! We are here to fight, we don't have time to care about this!" A newly arrived swordsman snorted and argued.
"Ha... don't be anxious, don't be anxious... you will understand soon!" The swordsman guarding the corpse shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and continued to look at the corpses in a daze.
In his opinion, these new fellow disciples do not know the horror of this world! They have never seen those terrible explosions, the light that destroys the world, and the deafening sound.
Most of the 10,000 sect disciples have turned into corpses before actually fighting the enemy face to face.
This is the most cruel war he has ever seen! Compared with the war in front of him, those previous wars may not even be considered a joke!
Only by experiencing all this personally can you understand that this is not the heavenly paradise of the Heavenly Sword Sect at all. This may be a hell, a life-devouring... terrible hell!
There is still a smell of dust in the air. After all, the fall of a mountain peak is not a trivial matter.
Those destroyed cemeteries were still surrounded by endless cemeteries. The death of thousands of people was not a trivial matter for the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect.
"We must seek justice for our dead classmates!" Looking at the graves in front of her, a female swordsman clenched her silver teeth and said fiercely with her fists clenched.
"That's right! We want to seek justice for these comrades who died in the battle!" Another male swordsman shared the same hatred and immediately shouted loudly.
Their shouts filled the entire marching team with a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Every disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect was determined to punish those damned enemies.
"Speed up and move forward! Master has your destiny, speed up and move forward!" A high-level swordsman flew in the air, loudly delivering the message.
The team of swordsmen walking on the ground were no longer in the mood to look at the graves buried on the roadside, and began to rush forward quickly.