The East Continental people's offensive was very fierce. From the beginning, they were ready to cut the interception defense line they arranged into three sections, and then slowly fabricate it... It is a very standard infantry offensive. It seems that it has failed in the ground.

...No, I can't say that, after all, this battle has no chance of winning or winning from the beginning.

The Prince of New Eden looked at the defense line that was being fired in the distance. The Eastern Continental people began to attack, which was different from the New Eden's offensive. Because there were too many undead on the ground, the smoke could not block their infrared vision and perception, so the Eastern Continental people rushed up almost when the shells were blown up.

It is an elite human battle group. The flag prince knows the Sword of the Sky. This battle group has now achieved enough results, including the flags and regiment names obtained in the battle of Chaos, and the glory obtained in the battle of New Eden. In the Battle of Ashbey, their sacrifices allowed them to receive the titles of at least two legendary title groups.

Any such title is enough to be passed down from generation to generation and leave a name that has been praised throughout the ages.

I still remember that when a group of battles on the alpine side won the title of the title, the excitement on the face of the commander of the battles... What a wonderful memory, New Eden, the miracle created by our generation, was dissatisfied with the corruption of the Eastern Continent and the evil nature of the undead. At that time, they chose to cross the mountains and build their own paradise.

That... it was a time when I could hardly remember it, my friend, the battlefield, and I felt so lonely now.

Too many companions have died. They cannot defeat time, time, and even more so, ruthless destiny.

Today there will be some old friends who will accompany me to die.

New Eden, perhaps after today, there will be no old people who survived the first time they came.

This country has changed. The dynasties left by Su Dejin have even been extinct. The current emperor's bloodline is just the descendants of a daughter of the Su family back then.

They do not intend to make progress and do not make any changes. They seem to want to ensure that this dynasty can continue forever, but there is nothing in this world that is eternal... No, there is no eternity in this world. Even gods are just guides shining with light in a certain era.

And those madmen and psychopaths who transformed themselves and tried to rule the country forever would not think about the storm that the young people he put back would cause.

The prince sighed, yes, it was him who personally pushed the country he loved into the abyss.

But he believed that only by rebirth in the fire in this world can the Kingdom of Eden they loved beautified. Some people say that clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as old, but a country needs parts that renew themselves at all times, and those immortal nobles are parts that are covered with rust on the machines called the state.

They must be replaced, these young people who have witnessed the new war must be brought home alive, and they must...make them masters of this country.

Only in this way can we not make the same mistakes in the years to come.

He had seen the flames in the eyes of the young man named Zheng Yaoxian, and could feel the coldness of the smile of the banshee lady beside him, and he had also seen too many young warriors with fear and hatred hidden in their numb and ruthless eyes.

Sorry, everyone, the emperor of this country has pushed you into a hell called war, but there is no rope to save yourself from the edge of this bottomless pit.

So, what I can do now is to let you go home safely, go, children.

The sharp cry around him made the His Highness of New Eden separate from his thoughts. He saw the young soul floating in front of him, without even a body. Such a baby spirit should not have existed, but under the strong emotions of its mother when she died, it appeared.

In the eyes of other undead, this is a great tonic, but he did not eat it, but kept it carefully, like a little pet.

This is not a confession for his participation in this unjust war. He is a soldier who carried out the orders issued by the emperor and the Military Affairs Center. As a soldier, he was loyal to his duties.

Therefore, he instinctively felt that he could not let down the feelings that a mother had burst out when she was dying. He had never met her, but he understood her feelings.

This is her child, even if she has not been born.

This is war, extermination of human nature, cruelty and ruthlessness. Everyone is involved in it, and there is no way to survive and no life.

"Child, follow me and witness the end of my will. Those people will purify you and return to the River of Mana... Go, maybe you will see your mother there." Footing the small group of spirits and looking at the forces of the East Continent, the Prince of New Eden stood up and pulled the long sword that was placed aside from it from the sheath, inlaid with gems and inscribed inscriptions, which was made for him by the former lover, and she had been dead... for a long time.

"The Tang people have a saying that after death, people will always cross the Naihe Bridge." He took a step forward and remembered the smiling girl, with dimples and freckles. She was obviously not a beauty, but she was the lover who most loved her taste.

"Will you wait for me there, or... the wind on the bridge will eventually dilute your thoughts."

I'll find out soon.

My Son of God, where are you? Come quickly, my Son of God, don't let your seniors down... be disappointed.

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The Sword of the Sky, the 11th Squadron, the 7th Squadron, under the Sword of the Sky, was the first to witness the prince. They tried to attack him, but every shot was blocked by the sword saint with a sword, and then the one who cut them over one by one in their screams.

Then there was a team of dwarves. These dwarves of the hills were also hard-working. When they saw the opponent killing their friendly forces, they went up to fight with each other, so they were naturally hacked and killed.

There was only one victim in the third wave, not this iron-headed person, but this long-eared person who felt that he was also a legendary professional Fengxing master, so he didn't have to worry about the sword saint on the opposite side. Considering that the sword saint was so amazing that he used his long sword to block bullets, he drew out his sword and went up to him. He was very smoothly slashed with a deep knife. The knife was stabbed in from the front of his neck, and was stabbed one meter from the back.

Finally, the fourth victim, who was also a person. Seeing that the Wind Walker was taken away by a knife, the Paladin gave him blessings, roared and took the sledgehammer and sent it up to Prince of Sword Saint to a sideways and let him swing. Then the sword penetrated the Paladin's chest armor, and the sword with its own armor and sharp sword killed the Paladin with just one blow.

With so many victims as role models, no one dares to seek death, but begins to summon the powerful people in his own right.

The news came to Marceau. Marceau, who had been sitting in the chair, smiled, stroking Babalim's left hand, retracted it, and pulled out the long knife from her arms: "Help me watch my scabbard, do you understand?"

Babalim pouted, feeling a little unhappy, but she nodded in the end.

Marceau knew that this was the rabbit girl who was worried about herself, but in life, there were always some things to do, even if she would die because of it.

But there is another saying that goes well.

The world is empty, and hell is not alone.
Chapter completed!