Wu Xiangnan tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, two black suns were burning in his eyes, and the solar law in his body flowed along the hilt and into Susanoo's body.
Bang--!
A cloud of blood mist burst out from Wu Xiangnan's left hand, which turned into thousands of white threads and disappeared without a trace.
There was a murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He clenched his teeth, grasped the hilt of the sword Ame-no-Kume in his right hand, and slashed down along Susanoo's throat!
The sharp sword cut through the huge body, leaving a shocking sword mark. Wu Xiangnan fell to the ground with the sword in his hand. The Ame-no-Kume sword in his hand was already stained red with blood.
The boiling blood of the gods fell from the sky, staining the light blue cloak with blood. Wu Xiangnan raised his head and looked at Susanoo, whose vitality was quickly extinguished under the law of the sun, and slowly closed his eyes...
He took a deep breath and let it out.
The depression and hatred that had lingered in his heart all these years disappeared with this breath of foul air.
He had been waiting for this moment for nearly ten years.
"I killed him." Wu Xiangnan muttered to himself.
"Unfortunately, you can no longer see it..."
boom--!!
Susanoo's huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang, and billowing smoke and dust flew up, blowing the light blue cloak into the air.
A blood mist burst out from Wu Xiangnan's right arm, his flesh and blood dissipated, and his figure became slightly transparent again. The blood-stained sword in his hand also fell to the ground and sank deeply into the soil.
Two figures, one dark grey and one dark red, walked behind him.
Wang Mian and Lin Qiye looked at each other with complicated expressions, but neither of them disturbed the man who was standing in front of Susanoo's body and muttering to himself.
Balls of blood mist exploded on Wu Xiangnan's body, and his figure gradually dissipated. Finally, he slowly turned around. This man, who was already thirty-four or thirty-five years old, had tears in his eyes.
He looked at Lin Qiye and Wang Mian and smiled:
"Thank you."
"You don't need to thank us. You have been preparing alone for ten years, making bold plans and leaving no room for retreat. You deserve to be able to come this far." Wang Mian couldn't help but sigh, "You, Wu Xiangnan, are the first in the world to kill a god with a mortal body... and perhaps the last one."
Three artifacts, three forbidden spell formations, a human ceiling, an agent who was amplified to the divine realm by the cushion, and an immortal swordsman who temporarily gained the power of law through rebirth... After many factors were combined and after many twists and turns, a god was barely killed.
This process cannot be replicated or repeated.
Wu Xiangnan looked at Lin Qiye with a gentle look in his eyes, "Qiye, after everything is done, if you have time, come back to Cangnan to have a look... Hongying, Qimo, they are all waiting for us to go.
If they ask me about me, you can just say…”
Wu Xiangnan lowered his head, looked at his body that was about to dissipate, and smiled bitterly, "Just say that I'm a little busy and can't go back for the time being."
A wave of bitterness rose in Lin Qiye's heart. He looked at Wu Xiangnan, and compared that weather-beaten face with the deputy captain in Cangnan's office, and nodded heavily.
"Don't worry, I will be back."
Wu Xiangnan looked at him deeply, like an old father who had witnessed his child's growth, his eyes full of satisfaction and pride.
"I'm leaving."
Wu Xiangnan turned around and walked towards somewhere in Takama-ga-hara, dragging his disappearing figure, as if he was looking for something.
A hazy blood mist enveloped his body, and strands of white silk floated out. The figure, which was close to being transparent, finally stopped on some broken land.
He slowly squatted down, his blood-stained light blue cloak scattered on the ground, his eyes fixed on the nothingness under his feet, and he closed his eyes.
This is where his teammates were buried.
It is also his final destination.
Bang--!
The last cloud of blood mist burst out, and Wu Xiangnan's body turned into white silk threads, fading away little by little. He opened his lips slightly and smiled:
"Wu Xiangnan, a survivor of the Blue Rain team, requests to return to the team..."
His last whispers echoed in the air.
The blood-stained light blue cloak gently fell on the ground, like an unknown tombstone engraved with merits, causing the souls buried there to fall into eternal sleep.
…
A faint golden light enveloped the figures of Lin Qiye and Wang Mian. They looked at the fluttering blue cloak in the distance and fell into silence at the same time.
"The [Blue Rain] team finally disappeared completely..." Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.
"Blue Rain will not disappear. Their names will be forever engraved on the monument of the Night's Watch."
"Square monument?"
"At the Night Watch headquarters, there is a monument that records the names of all the special teams. When a special team disappears or disbands, their names and achievements will be engraved on it." A bitter look appeared on Wang Mian's lips.
"Now, it's time to carve the [Mask]."
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, "But your captain of the Mask is still alive, so the number should not be cancelled, right?"
"A [Mask] with only me can no longer be considered a [Mask]." Wang Mian shook his head, "At this point, we can no longer cling to this number, but must pass it on and let fresh blood flow in... just like the [Blue Rain] back then.
If Wu Xiangnan had not cancelled the number of [Blue Rain] 005 back then, there would be no [Night] for you.
After the name of [Mask] is engraved on the monument, I believe that it won’t be long before a brand new Special Team 004 will appear in Daxia. They may be more hopeful and energetic than us.”
"……I see."
Lin Qiye felt mixed emotions.
Is there a square monument engraved with the name of the disbanded special team? I wonder if many years later, the name of [Night] will also be engraved on it?
By then, what kind of achievements and legends will be left behind their names?
Perhaps after that, their 005 will be passed on, and a new young special team will carry their will and hope and rise strongly.
Perhaps this is the fate of the special team.
"I'm going to get something."
Wang Mian said this, walked up to Susanoo's body, fumbled around his chest for a while, and took out a red magatama with a broken corner.
The moment he saw the magatama, Wang Mian's eyes brightened.
The sacred treasure of Takamagahara, Yasakani no Magatama.
This is what the God of Time requires him to obtain.
Wang Mian put the magatama away and immediately rushed towards the gate of Takama-ga-hara with Lin Qiye.
But before they had gone far, the second red moon hanging in the sky suddenly burst into a dazzling light!