More than a dozen small spacecraft left the harsh Iron Guards. They entered space and spitted white flames straight for the Fuxi Legion. These spacecraft carried the surviving members of the Shenshu and some injured soldiers of the Marine Corps.

Spacecraft entered the port one after another.

The Fuxi number has made room for them and arranged the best medical team to wait here.

Spaceport Radio: "Welcome home!"

Anbei helped a wounded man walk down from the spaceship.

"Anbei!"

Lin Yun rushed up crying.

Anbei avoided it gently.

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, turned his head and found that An Bei was holding someone in his hand. Her mood, which had just become clearer, suddenly became gloomy again.

She sobbed, "How are you?"

An Bei sighed: "We suffered a lot of losses. Eleven people died, and five were seriously injured."

An Bei felt heartbroken by his companions, and what made him even more uncomfortable was that they had paid a heavy price, but they didn't even see the face of McGma. In the end, the divine weapon fell from the sky to deal with McGma, and they seemed to have died in vain.

The reason is...weak!

These two words deeply hurt Anbei.

An Bei's eyes were filled with sadness and self-blame. He clenched his fists silently, and his fingernails were pinched to the point of whiteness.

Suddenly, a resentful voice came from behind.

Just hearing it can make people feel uncomfortable.

"Only the people in the North Star Killing God Section are humans, and those who come from other places are not humans. Do you mean that?"

This question is very sharp.

Of course, Anbei did not mean this. He just cared more about his partners who were with him day and night, and inadvertently ignored other people.

He whispered, "I'm sorry, offended."

He knew that everyone had experienced a life-and-death experience, and everyone was in a bad mood, so he didn't want to provoke conflicts.

"Haha, get out of here!"

The owner of the voice rushed out from the side and deliberately or unintentionally bumped into the wounded person who was supported by Anbei.

The wounded exclaimed in pain: "Ah!"

Two angry thunders blew up in Anbei's eyes.

She attracted the attention of people around her, and the rest of the North Star Killing Secretariat came closer and surrounded the guy who deliberately hit the wounded.

"What's wrong?"

They looked at this guy with a fierce look.

"There are only twenty people coming to the North Star. Why should ten people survive?" The person who hit the people said with resentment, "There must be something wrong with it. Maybe you have harmed the others."

Lin Yun said angrily: "You are talking nonsense!"

The black dragon battle suit covered the man's face, but Anbei had already heard who he was. Qiao An, a fire god lover. Anbei had an impression of him because he had a younger brother who also participated in the operation. Speaking of which, the Qiao An brothers have always been inseparable, why did he only see Qiao An this time...

Anbei understood where Qiao An’s resentment came from.

"I understand your pain, but you cannot vent your pain on others." He turned his head and asked, "I have not met anyone else in the Kingdom of God. Have you met it?"

The people around him shook their heads: "No."

Joan said hatefully: "Of course you said no!"

He pushed a person away and walked out quickly.

Lin Yun cursed: "Crazy!"

An Bei sighed: "His brother is dead."

Happy people are similar, but unfortunate people have their own misfortunes.

Lin Yun was stunned.

The medical team, who had been waiting next to him, walked up to take away the wounded who was supported by Anbei.

Anbei grabbed Lin Yun's waist and said to the others: "Everyone will leave, have a good rest, and reflect on what I did not do well this time, and try not to make the same mistake next time. I really hope to see you every year."

"I understand, Boss Anbei."

"I'm tired of crying, see you later."

"It's fucking good to live!"

The members of the North Star Killing God Division scattered everywhere. In principle, they had three days off and could move freely.

"Anbei! Are you all okay?"

Tang Xuan and Lin Wan arrived late.

An Bei smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Many people are gone, don't mention this anymore. I have some other gains. Do you want to hear it?"

Tang Xuan nodded: "Of course."

Anbei recalled: "I met a very special person in the Kingdom of God in Magma..."

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

The three generals of the Joint Fleet did not explain any information to the bottom, but simply silently closed hundreds of millions of space buoys and sent warships to send the people from the Killing Shensi back to the North Star.

North Star prepared a funeral for all the victims.

Rush rust...

The sparse black umbrellas walked into the rain, and they gathered together in groups of three or three, moving in the same direction silently, with heavy weight on each of them.

The cemetery was built on the back of the building and was built very large. There were not many participants, and only less than thirty people survived.

The fresh life quietly turned into black and white photos embedded in the photo frame. In the tray covered with red silk, there were black boxes containing ashes and medals recording merits. This was the last thing the deceased left to this world.

Watching trays buried in the cave. Some people look complicated, some are crying in tears; some are crying unscrupulously, and some are crying silently. There is no need to say anything at this time. When the aura of sadness spreads, the scene of getting along with the deceased will naturally flash in your mind, and thus create huge sadness that can touch you.

The funeral Zhibin, wearing a black suit, said with a solemn expression: "Nothing in the world can last forever. If it flows, it flows away; if it exists, it drys up; if it grows, it witheres. The difference is what is left after it leaves.

......

May every window have a warm dream, may every candlelight have a romantic figure, may every festival have joy and sorrow, and may every season have happiness through. There are 365 wishes a year, which are the peace and tranquility you let us fly."

"In another world, I hope you are happy."

At this time, the rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

Is God sad?

"salute!"

Everyone raised their hands.

Tang Xuan could not describe his mood. He did not expect that he would approach death in this way.

The first time he attended the funeral, the people buried were all young people of his age, and several of them had talked to him. From then on, he could not see their faces again, could not hear their voices, and even whenever he thought of them, he would think of black and white photos and urns, and he couldn't help feeling desolate in his heart.

It ended his life so young.

What a pity.

"I wish you could come back."

Tang Xuan heard An Bei's humming beside him.

He sighed softly: "I really hope this is just a nightmare. When I woke up, I found that everyone was still there."

Something unexpected happened to Tang Xuan.

A low male voice rang deep in his mind:

[Hero's Power] Launch!

You can meet this need!

Because you have become... [Lord of Heroes]!

[Lord of Heroes]: You can summon heroes nearby who are willing to serve you to become your relatives, share some of your power and charge for you.

[Hero's Heart] Launch!

You will upgrade [Lord of Heroes] once!

Please describe the upgrade direction in your mind!

[Hero Armed] Launch!

You have obtained the [Temple of Heroes]!

[Hero Spirit Temple]: A powerful heroic spirit treasure with shelter, nourishment and healing effects. The basic state can accommodate three thousand heroic spirits (can be upgraded).

A series of prompt sounds bombarded Tang Xuan.
To be continued...