Ochi, who was often teased by his colleagues as a melancholy young man, now had blood on the corner of his mouth—the blood of the old man, Kloninte.
A mixture of bewilderment and bloodshed etched on the young man's face—a poignant irony...
The eyes beneath the glacier are watching this scene.
The heartbeat, like a war drum, grew increasingly intense! Like a gust of wind rustling through the forest, the sound was incessant.
Every moment! Every second!
It was so intense it was heartbreaking!
The researchers who had just regained their senses were thrown back to the back of their minds!
They bared their fangs!
Jiang Cheng continued walking forward regardless, his gaze sweeping over the faces of every researcher lying on the ground, yet none of them dared to lay a hand on him.
This was the person they once admired immensely, the person they ran so hard to stand beside.
He is the king of mankind.
The heavily armed soldiers responsible for protection raised their riot shields to block the researchers' attacks. They used stun guns and restraint nets to subdue these people, not wanting to pierce the heads of their mindless comrades with bullets.
Jiangcheng passed through the crowd.
These countless steps correspond to the long road he led humanity in fighting against the invasion.
Shouts and roars echoed from behind.
Gray dust swirled, yet the stillness of the air felt as if there were wind.
Jiang Cheng smiled and looked at Cronin's corpse at his feet.
The other person's eyes remained open, filled with humiliation and resentment, their expression a mixture of horror and pain.
Jiang Cheng knelt down beside him, reached out and placed his hands under the old man's neck and knees, and lifted him up.
Life.
Its bittersweetness is like a song...
Tears streamed down his face, and he decided from then on, he would never cry again...
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