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Chapter 817 - 480 Recollection

Chapter 817: Chapter 480 Recollection

The city walls were covered in bright red, as the blood on them dripped down onto the ground, pooling into a small puddle of blood.

Then, extreme cold descended, and the puddle quickly froze over.

Countless glimmers spread from afar. The girl’s voice echoed in the sky as if it were also whispering in his ear.

She seemed to be saying something, but unfortunately, he couldn’t hear anything.

His severed right hand that held the sword lay before his eyes. He still hadn’t managed to make it before the end of the Extraordinary Soldier... just one step away!

’He’ groaned in pain, wanting to rise and approach the girl in the distance.

Black patterns started weaving over the girl’s graceful body, standing out starkly and seductively against her fair skin.

She looked back, and her parting gaze filled ’him’ with terror. It signaled a farewell, it was... the final glance.

Come back... come back! ’He’ bellowed as loudly as he could, trying to prevent some terrible ending.

However, the girl exploded into dazzling light, as the eternal glacier mercilessly descended, freezing the entire Yuezhou City.

In that moment, ’he’ felt his heartbeat stop.

The middle-aged man with a square face grabbed ’his’ shoulders and tried to rush out, ’he’ seemed to have lost the ability to speak, only able to roar hoarsely.

Reaching out to grab something, but catching nothing at all.

"I heard your request, I won’t let him die!" The middle-aged man’s face was splattered with a mix of blood and tears as he charged back into the Blood Tide.

Blades and claws pierced through the middle-aged man’s body, splashing blood on ’his’ numb face.

After what seemed like ages, the middle-aged man also halted in his tracks. He knelt on one knee amidst a desolate plain, his blood seemingly drained from his body.

"Take him... survive... there’s still a chance... go join them... meet..." The middle-aged man seemed to be saying something: "Li Changhe... survive..."

Then he spoke no more.

Unable to move, ’he’ was carried away by the retreating troops, and after that, ’he’ encountered a badly damaged box.

The box had retreated from the battlefield of the North Desert.

The box tightly embraced ’him’ and said, "Brother, I’m so glad to see you. Come on! Cheer up, and after you recover, let’s exterminate that scum!"

"Right... exterminate that scum!" The Elder Sister within him also murmured comforting words.

Yet, after a skirmish, they were gone.

He became an icy corpse, fallen in battle on the cold wasteland, clutching a long spear.

She too, in an attempt to save the immobile ’him’, had been flayed alive by the enemy and devoured.

At that moment, ’he’ really wanted to die...

’Let me die, kill me,’ ’he’ lying on a mountain of corpses desperately longed for death.

But a petite figure was slowly crawling towards him over the mound of bodies. Her waist was crushed, and with every little advancement she dragged out a trail of blood, causing her unbearable pain.

"Chen Yu... don’t come here!" ’He’ spoke with difficulty, trying to drive her away.

But the short-haired girl didn’t respond and instead struggled to crawl to his side, leaning on his chest to catch her breath for a while before whispering softly, "You’d better not die... otherwise, this pose is too misleading."

Then, she took out that vial of Holy Healing Potion.

"Do you know what she said at the end?" Chen Yu injected the needle into ’his’ chest, while her own gaze began to fade: "She said..."

"Don’t die and... I love you... so cheesy... at a time like this, making me third-wheel..." Chen Yu’s eyes gradually dimmed, and at last, she leaned on ’him’ and hummed softly, gazing into ’his’ eyes as she whispered her farewell: "Goodbye."

’He’ watched with open eyes as the girl’s pupils gradually dilated in his arms, her eyes slowly filling with dust...

After everything had calmed down... ’he’ understood.

He ultimately had nothing at all.

Lover, brother, friend... he had protected none of them... not a single one... not a single one!

He couldn’t even commit suicide; the plaintive plea ’Don’t die’ was like a command etched into his soul. Any thought of wanting death was forcibly erased.

So, that day... the Sinful Evil God, with endless malice, decided to retaliate against all living creatures in the world!

Millions of Chaos creatures died under his Heavenly Punishment, several Chaos God’s Chosen had their heads furiously ripped off, ribs broken, bodies torn in two.

His revenge was not over; he would not stop until he was completely killed. Blood River... Blood River!

’Click’

The Crying Hero slowly opened his eyes, the blade in his hand now twisted into a corkscrew.

Killing the Mercury Angel earlier must have drained quite a bit of his physical strength. He had even dreamed such an unpleasant dream... or should he say... a false memory?

"Turns out, even a Terror Devil can dream," he said with a self-mocking laugh.

He casually tossed the bent blade aside.

Then, he glanced at the New Bionic that had been standing vigil beside him.

This was a battle-form Bionic, it seems the Duke had started to be suspicious, no, or rather, had already become wary of the Crying Hero.

The Crying Hero didn’t care and muttered to the Bionic, "Look at that worthless Blood Clan, can’t even use time stop! And he accuses me of being a renegade, he must be up to something! After shedding blood and sweat for the Terror Devil, does he expect me to shed tears too?"

Why should the Blood Clan be able to stop time? Even the high-speed operation of the robot factory couldn’t figure it out.

"But... Commander, aren’t you always crying?" the Bionic responded, eyeing the tear stains on the Crying Hero’s mask.

The Crying Hero clearly froze for a moment, then suddenly slapped it across the face, knocking it to the ground: "I told you to evolve higher intelligence, not to become a quarrelsome stickler!"

His mind, however, sneered, the Duke was certainly sharp.

It seems his plan to kill him had been noticed.

Indeed, one should never underestimate these beings...

And the robot factory was not as simple as it appeared to be.

It had clearly taken this into account as well, otherwise it would not have initiated a remote conference.

If all these dangerous Terror Devils were to gather in one place, it would actually make the Crying Hero’s actions much easier.

Hmph... well, there will be a chance.

The Crying Hero thought, then sat on a sofa in one room, tapping a crystal skull in one hand while recovering from his previous exertion.

This crystal skull was the remains of the Mercury Angel, and its power could be put to some use...

And the Bionic that had been knocked to the ground slowly stood up. It showed no anger or retaliation but silently stood beside the Crying Hero, bowing like a butler.

....

Elsewhere, Li Changhe also received the instruction to retreat.

It was said that the Plague Horror had been dealt with, and the players had enthusiastically cremated the Plague Horror. Rumor had it they even scattered the ashes; no idea where they picked up such a bad habit...

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