Chapter 88 Death is complete and liberation

"General, wake up, wake up. Those things you just saw are all fake!" Wang Zhongli held a short knife in his hand and cut a bloody cut in his arm fiercely, frowning in pain.

At the moment when the moon was completely swallowed up, he also saw the most feared memories of his life and reappeared in front of his eyes. But after following the lord of Shangji City for so many years, he knew more or less about these secrets. As soon as those memories appeared in front of him, he decided that it was false. No matter what appeared in front of him, he always insisted that it was false! Several times, he couldn't help wavering and immersed himself in the happiness and pain of memories. He bit the tip of his tongue and kept awake with tingling.

Pain is an excellent way to relieve the illusion and stay awake. He does not hesitate to cut his arm and let the severe pain disperse the illusion in front of him.

He pounced on General Yan, cut his arm with a knife, patted him on the cheek, and tried to wake him up from his hallucination. Wang Zhongli looked around, and all the warriors seemed to be stunned. The weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a bang, and their eyes were distracted. At the moment when the lunar eclipse came, the most feared memories in their hearts were awakened and repeated in front of them over and over again. For the first time, he felt that this black man was sinister. He must be a guy who knew the weaknesses of human nature very well. He knew that human beings had the most tenacious will in the world. As long as his will was not extinguished, these tens of thousands of warriors could still fight to break the net, so he simply disintegrated the warrior's fighting spirit from his heart and stabbed everyone's weakness fiercely.

Many warriors knelt wildly, held their heads in their hands, cried desperately, grabbed the soil with their hands and sprinkled them on their scalps, and hit their foreheads desperately. Their heads were bleeding unconsciously. Even those zombies pressed their white teeth against their necks were indifferent.

Wang Zhongli bit his lip and tried his best to stay awake. He shook General Yan's shoulder, cut a deep cut on his arm with a knife, and slapped him on the cheek. At this time, he didn't care about the following crimes. As long as he could wake the general from his hallucination, he was lucky.

This feeling made him creepy, as if everyone walked to the cliff without hesitation. He was the only one who knew that there was a crumbling death ahead. He desperately wanted to stop them from moving forward and lead them to the right road, but found that no one listened to him.

Zombies finally began to enjoy the fresh human flesh that they had coveted for a long time. Their mouths were wide open, and their rotten cheeks were torn apart from the corners of their mouths to the roots of their ears, as if they were showing a tremly and terrible smile, belonging to the zombie's's smile.

Like hunting an irresistible lamb, countless warriors were torn open their throats by zombies in an instant, and the smell of blood spread, like a white fog floating out on the night after the autumn rain.

"The common people, this is the punishment given to you by the gods. Don't blame the gods. He tries to redeem you with great compassion. He endures the grief and punishes you in order to let you learn from it, follow the rules of this world, and maintain fraternity and peace forever." The black armored man said majestically, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, filling everyone's ears, as if pressing people's eardrums and roaring.

He no longer paid attention to this predetermined battlefield. These people will only become food for zombies, and the task assigned by the great master is about to be completed.

This Qinghe City is the death place prepared for Yin Cangyan, the most powerful man in Fanyang. After the death of the man who supported Fanyang's army, no one can stop Mengyang's iron horse. His Majesty Lin Xi's road to hegemony is smooth, and the supreme glory is waiting for Mengyang, a The great dynasty is about to be established on ruins and blood.

His face hidden under his face smiled softly, tired and weak, far from the majesty of calling himself the messenger of God.

All human warriors are immersed in an inextricable fantasy, and all the zombies enjoy the joy of a corpse, and he is the only one walking on the condensed battlefield.

Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone?

In fact, he is just a soulless walking corpse. Compared with these biting and cannibal zombies, he is just more advanced.

A slimming shadow blocked his way, and his coral-red eyes glowed with cold light.

"Brother." The night stars shouted softly.

Hold under the indestructible armor, Ye Yuanhong still trembled, and this brother was enough to crush all his disguises.

He lifted his armor and showed a pale face without any blood. Wearing heavy armor is extremely heavy on his body. He looks tired and weak, and the shadows of his eyes are thick and terrible, as if he will fall down at any time.

"Star, as long as you kill me and kill me, these zombies will fall and tens of thousands of warriors can be saved. You are the greatest contributor to this battle. Li Xim, the commander of the Cang navy, is dead, and Yang Yu, the commander of Aoyu's long shooting, is also dead. Wang Zhongli, the commander of the Yanzi Army, is about to die. Yin Cangyan, the general of the imperial palace, is a must-death man. These old brothers who may hinder your way will be removed one by one for you. As long as you kill me and cut off my head, it will be a supreme merit. You can ascend to heaven in one step, you can With this great achievement, he directly stepped into the top of Fanyang.

"Brother--" Xing Chen lowered his head, and his soft hair hung down, covering his eyes. He stood with his back to the firelight, and the dazzling flame outlined a halo around his body, like a god descending to earth.

His voice was infinitely sad, "Brother, is it worth doing this for me?"

Ye Yuanhong smiled softly and said, "It's worth it! I should have died in the battlefield of Yining City five years ago, because of Shura, I could have survived like a walking corpse. Brother has nothing left. You are the only person you care about in the world, and you are different. There are too many things waiting for you to do, and there are too many people waiting for you to save. You have the power to compete with Shura, you have the mind to plan, you have people who need to protect, you have people who care about you, there are only these things that your brother can do, pave the way for you, let you step on my shoulders to ascend to the sky, the rest of the road has to rely on you to go alone, don't blame your brother, brother can do for you, only There are so many!"

At this moment, he seemed to return to the time when he was still in the King's Palace at night. The two brothers ran against the wind in the palace and watched the kite fly higher and higher, and the blue feng feng swayed in the courtyard. Their laughter was clean and clear, just like the quiet and clear stars of the night country.

Xingchen's eyes couldn't help getting wet, and tears rolled in his coral-red eyes.

"At the moment of the lunar eclipse just now, the fantasy I saw was the memories of being with my parents and being with you in the night country, as well as the memories of Su Iller and Yu Meng on the far north grassland. I know those are fake. I think about those memories over and over again. I'm afraid that I will forget them. The fantasy just now just made me repeat it immersively... In fact, I really want to stay in the fantasy like that without waking up, and I can be with my father, you, mother, Su Rile, Yumeng and others, and never again. Don't separate..."

His voice was low, as if these memories were in his throat and he couldn't even breathe freely.

"You are one of my most precious people. How can I kill you if you want me to kill you? How can I kill you?" He raised his face, bent down and roared, with tears rolling down from his eyes.

Brother Yuanhong was manipulated by Shura like a puppet and became a ghost. How he wanted to kill Shura now and give his brother freedom.

Ye Yuanhong smiled gently and whispered, "Silly brother, I am a mortal person. I should have died long ago. I have done too many evils. Killing me is a relief. It's better to die than to live like a walking corpse. Dear brother, I'm really tired of it. It's my request. Please kill me and kill me. You can climb to the sky in one step, save tens of millions of twists and turns, and directly become a new star of Fanyang, and my brother can also be freed. You don't have to be controlled by Shura anymore, which is good for us!"

His smile is as quiet as the starry sky on a midsummer night, as gentle and touching as a rose, but his eyes are as firm as a sharp blade.

He reached out and pulled down the armor on his helmet, covered his smile with steel, slowly retreated, and shouted again in a majestic voice: " mortals, come and kill me! Do you think your ant-like power can kill me? I am the messenger of God, and the light of the gods covers me. Even if you stand still, you can't help me at all.

He turned around and rushed into the flame array and ran to the gate of Qinghe City as high as ten feet. The night stars followed closely, and tears flew in his eyes.

Near the wall, Ye Yuanhong jumped up, inserted his hand with metal gloves into the hard masonry wall like piercing tofu, and climbed to the head of the city, like a bird about to break free from the cage. As long as he climbs to the top of the city and jumps down, it is a free world.

Wang Zhongli roared, "Night stars, don't let him go. Kill him earlier, and our warrior will die one less!"

He didn't expect that this young man could stay awake and not fall into a fantasy. He has been following the city lord for many years and knows a little about these secrets so that he can stay awake with pain after falling into a fantasy. What's the ability of the stars on this night that they can not be affected by the illusion? You should know that even General Yan, who has shocked Fanyang for decades, has fallen on the weakness of people's hearts and can't help themselves in the fantasy.

Soon he was relieved. The city lord must have chosen Night Star. It is not surprising that this young man has something extraordinary.

I thought it would take a lot of effort to create an opportunity for the night stars to make contributions.

Now it seems that this young man has stood at the turning point of this battle. What a fool! As long as the black armored man is killed, the zombies will fall, the warriors in the fantasy world can wake up, and Fanyang will not be depressed.

As long as he is killed, it will be a first-class achievement, and he will have the confidence to recommend talents to His Majesty. Isn't the position of the commander-in-chief of the two powerful armies of Cang Navy and Ao Yu's long shooting been vacated now?

He took a deep breath. It's still too early to think about these. Night stars, great opportunities. Don't miss it. Don't miss the opportunity. Don't miss it again!

The black armor man finally climbed to the head of the city. He lifted his armor and opened his arms. The wind in the city was very strong, and the fierce night wind blew through his face, and the coldness penetrated his bone marrow, although his body temperature was already few left.

As soon as he turned around, the night star had climbed up the head of the city. His hair was blown up by the wind, and his shadow disappeared like a sharp knife, like a god in his hand.

"Stars, come, kill me. This place is very high. The moment you kill me, the illusion will be lifted. Everyone will see that you killed me. You have made supreme merit. You can climb straight to the sky in one step. You can go to Fanyang Emperor to see your beloved woman. You can have countless loyalty. The samurai! Just kill me and it's all over!" Ye Yuanhong opened his arms. He was wearing heavy armor, but he was like an old eagle, which would fly away at any time.

Night Xingchen's hand holding the knife trembled, and his heart seemed to die.

Ye Yuanhong raised his face and looked at the night sky. The swallowed moon showed a bright tooth.

"Let's do it quickly. After the lunar eclipse, even if you kill me, it won't help. You can only wait for these zombies to completely decompose before they can be eliminated. The power of the fantasy and zombies is an opportunity. If the lunar eclipse is over, it is equivalent to missing this opportunity. We can only wait for the illusion to automatically lift and wait for the zombies to fall down..." Ye Yuanhong urged loudly.

This is the situation he is most afraid of. He is not afraid of death. He is just afraid that this brother will not be able to do it and make him waste so much.

Taking 100,000 zombies and 100,000 warriors as wedding clothes, it is a terrible price to make a match for the stars. This is a complete gamble.

The dark mountains and fields in the distance became faintly bright in the gradually emerging moonlight, and half of the moon had emerged.

"Star, please, this body is controlled by a poisonous centipede to move freely. I have to suffer from poisonous insects every day. My body has been hollowed out, and my skin is full of insects. Before long, my body will be completely swallowed up and I will die ugly! Star, kill me and let me die with a decent death, okay? I'm really fed up with letting me leave decently and peacefully, okay? I don't regret it, because I died at your hands. I saw you for the last time before I died... My dear brother, kill me and free me, please!"

Ye Yuanhong took a step forward, raised his brother's arm, and put the sharp tip of the god knife against his throat. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry, but there were no tears in his eyes. His face was clearly sad and painful.

"Star, come on, kill me! My brother died in your hands and helped you with his last life. My brother is happy. You are helping my brother wash away his grievances and help him free himself!" He squeezed out his smiling face desperately and reached out to hold his brother's face, like holding a beautiful rose.

"Ah--" The night stars closed their eyes and roared loudly, like a desperate beast.

The ink knife body of the divine knife finally pierced Ye Yuanhong's throat. The cold wind and snow sprayed in his hand, covering the whole knife body. The divine knife became crystal clear in an instant, and the magic power was poured into Ye Yuanhong's body by the blade, as if the cold metal blade would be destroyed and brought to the body. Every corner.

The crystal clear ice crystals grew crazily in Ye Yuanhong's hollowed out body, like sharp ice crystal vines. His indestructible armor was cut into pieces like a piece of paper under the ice blade and cracked, and countless wounds appeared all over his body. Countless insects crazily emerged from every inch of the wound and creaked like night. Yuanhong's body is not flowing with blood, but these fine black insects.

They climbed along the ice blade in an attempt to bite the person who dared to destroy their residence, but as soon as they touched the ice blade, they were annihilated by the thin wind and snow and turned into a wisp of black ash blown away by the wind.

A dark shadow suddenly emerged from Ye Yuanhong's body. The night star rubbed his fingers into a knife, scratched the void, and the ice blade emerged from between the fingers, cutting off the dark shadow and falling to the ground.

It turned out to be a long centipede, with a dark and shiny shell on its body. Even if the body has been broken into two, the abdomen and foot still crawled towards the stars with the first half of the body.

He pulled out the divine knife, rushed down with the tip of the knife, let go of his hand, and the long knife fell to the ground. The tip of the knife completely killed the centipede, the culprit who controlled his brother's body, and the eyes of the zombie array.

A happy smile appeared on Ye Yuanhong's face. He reached out with his last consciousness and strength and stuffed a neatly folded piece of paper into his brother's hand. His body quickly collapsed without the support of these insects. The body, which had died five years ago, quickly collapsed, like burned paper. With a slight touch, it cracked and turned into ashes.

His face also gradually dried up, his smile was fixed, and the skin on his face became dry and clung to the skeleton.

The night star knelt on the ground with a plop and picked up his brother's only body - the mummified skeleton, crying desperately.

His tears wet the note stuffed in his hand before his death and trembled. It was his brother's beautiful and powerful handwriting:

My brother Xingchen, this battle is to achieve my brother's supreme achievements with death. Don't be sad. This is my brother's heart. Don't touch it.

This battle was so powerful that it died at the hands of my brother. My brother's road ahead was smooth, and the clouds went straight up to the sky. However, since ancient times, it has been rare for a master to have a good end. His younger brother is not probable of temple disputes, and it is inevitable to meet. It is better to meet. It is better to step out step out, swallow the dragon with a python, replace the Huangfu family, and become the emperor independently, so that the sea and the sky can be wide.

Based on Fanyang, you can compete with Mengyang and compete with Shura. The battle of Mengyang Fanyang is not a battle of slaughtering geometry and shaling a few lands. It is a battle of social luck. When the emperor ascended the throne and the people worshiped, it was a manifestation of momentum; the gathering of luck and the edict of fate was a hidden momentum. The hidden momentum is indispensable, and it is imperative to show the hidden momentum to become the right master of the world.

My brother's road ahead is full of thorns. For my brother's ability, he will definitely achieve supreme glory.

For the spirit of my brother in heaven, may my brother live a long life, and may my brother's hegemony be smooth.

Respect Yuan Hong.

The night stars have looked at it several times, as if they want to engrave every word into their hearts. He held the note in his hand, covered it in his chest, and stuck it to his heart.

Tears broke the dike at this moment and raged on his face.

Just now, the brother who loves him the most in the world died in his hands, as if something broke down in his heart.

How much else does he have? How much more can you lose?

He has lost nothing.

The night sky and the moon reappear, bright and bright, the moonlight pouring, and the earth is peaceful.