Volume 3, Chapter 64: Silent Victory.
Gradually, after another day of fighting, the war came to an end.
The roar stopped, and the Dharma image that had previously covered the sky and the sun also disappeared. The black palace that originally stood above the star road was now razed to the ground.
The mountains and rivers also glowed red under the starlight, and the Nine-Generation Black Lotus was constantly absorbing the power of death and the aura of murderous intent that permeated the scene.
It seems like it is trying to fill in the missing corner in this way.
On the battlefield, sparse groups of people gathered in one direction.
Ye Tingmu stood there, his sword robe stained with blood, his armor cracked, and his bloodstained face looked even more fierce.
Around him were Qingfeng, Fenghe, Li Gou, Ye Nian, the little monk, Hua Zhilu, Ye Qiqi... They were standing one by one, looking ahead with indifferent expressions.
Without exception, their bodies were stained bright red.
In front of them, next to the barrier, a figure sat there alone, blood dripping from her palms, staining the ground beneath her red.
Her eyes were filled with coldness and endless sadness, but she was still holding a dagger about one foot long in her hand, and she never let go.
She was defeated, and there was only one person.
The battle has reached this point, and victory or defeat seems to be unimportant to them, because they have paid too much for it.
With a hint of sadness on her lips, she looked at Ye Tingmu and murmured something.
"Congratulations, you win! Proton of the Changhe River."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu looked behind him. There were three thousand people there, but now after counting carefully, there were less than eight hundred people left.
Did he win? He asked himself in his heart, maybe he did.
But the price was far beyond his ability to bear.
If it weren't for the participation of the Star Turtle and the Frost Dragon, perhaps after this battle, there wouldn't even be these hundreds of people left.
He retracted his gaze and said lightly: "Everything has just begun."
He raised the long sword in his hand and was about to bring it down, killing her and there would be no aliens left in the sea of ​​boundaries.
There was also calmness in the eyes of the elf messenger. At this moment, she chose to accept death.
She slowly closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.
"Come on, take me home..."
The sword arrived as promised and fell without being blocked by anything.
He shattered the inner elixir of the powerful Immortal Lord and severed her last connection with this world.
The battle ended here.
The three thousand emperors wiped out the invading enemies.
Everyone quietly put away their weapons and looked at the corpse. There was no pain on her expression.
They knew that they had won the battle, but there was no cheering at this moment.
They chose to remain silent, whether out of respect for their opponents or because the death of their comrades made them simply not happy.
Ye Tingmu thought that the latter should be more common.
"Bury it."
He said softly, then turned and walked towards the battlefield.
They began to clean up the battlefield, began to find survivors in the ruins, and began to provide treatment.
War is cruel. It not only takes people's lives, but also makes the living suffer.
"Gather all the wounded and treat them as best as possible...quickly."
After the bloody battle, there was busy rescue and cleanup.
They began to look for their former comrades on the battlefield.
Some are still alive, but dying, and can still be saved.
"Here, there's a living person here. If anyone has a soul-restoring pill, give it to me."
"I have some here, give it to him quickly..."
Some are still alive, but are beyond cure. They only have one last breath left, and they are dying in this world relying on their will.
"It's useless, there's no way to save..."
Some were already dead, their bodies covered with intricate scars that looked creepy and shocking.
"Rest in peace, brother..."
Some died, but no remains were left. All that could be found were a few traces of them, such as a storage bag or a broken sword.
"No....."
"Why?"
Some people began to cry and wail. Even the warriors who had not cried during the most brutal battle, shed tears at this moment.
They held the bodies of their former comrades and the belongings of their former relatives, letting tears wet their eyes.
They cried like little children.
The dead lost their lives, and the living bear the pain at this moment.
This is war, a war the emperor has never experienced in three days.
Each of them is an invincible existence in the Changhe plane, a high and mighty existence, but after leaving the sea boundary, they realized that the life of an emperor is so fragile.
One war claimed the lives of nearly three-fifths of the three thousand elite soldiers.
Ye Tingmu was treating a great emperor. Most of his dantian was shattered and his body was in great tatters.
But fortunately, I am still alive.
He tried his best to repair his wounds bit by bit and pulled him back from the brink of death.
When the man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Sword Master in front of him, a hint of flattery flashed in his weak eyes.
He asked cautiously, using all his strength.
"King, did we win?"
Ye Tingmu looked at him and nodded heavily.
"Well, we won."
When he heard Ye Tingmu's answer, his eyes flashed with excitement. At this moment, even death was worth it for him. He even forgot the pain in his body and spoke excitedly.
"Great, that's really great... ahem."
Ye Tingmu helped him up and handed him a drop of Immortal Emperor's blood.
"Eat him."
"King, no need, I can do it."
Ye Tingmu looked at the young face, patted his shoulder and said, "This is an order."
The man was about to stand up and salute, but he couldn't stand up for a long time. He was really injured too badly.
Finally, he could only give up and replied, "Thank you, King. I forgive me for not being able to salute you."
Ye Tingmu smiled gently and hit the man lightly on the chest with his fist.
Said: "Okay, have a good rest, you performed very well, your grandfather will be proud of you."
The man heard this, and a trance flashed in his eyes. "Wang, do you remember me?"
His tone trembled a little because he was not sure, or he did not dare to believe that the king would remember him.
"Wu Ze, the eldest grandson of King Wu, was born in the 28th year of the New Dynasty. He became a saint at the age of 67, and then followed me to heaven. He became an emperor in 2000, ranking 2356th in the sequence of immortal emperors. You also have a younger brother named Wu Chuan, who died in battle on the Heavenly Road and was buried in Grave No. 5412 of Broken Sword Mountain... I'm sorry to your grandfather for not taking good care of you."
He sighed, with a hint of sadness and self-blame in his eyes. All the saints ascended to heaven, but how many of them are left now?
He promised to take good care of them, but these younger generations followed their fathers' wishes and died in battle for him. He felt ashamed of his old friends in the four realms of the human world.
As he said this, he headed to the other side because there were people there who needed his treatment.
Looking at his back, Wu Ze's brain was confused, and his mind was buzzing. He gritted his teeth, tightly grasping the blood of the Immortal Emperor, and a drop of blood and tear slid from the corner of his eye across his blood-stained face.
"Brother, did you hear that? The king has always remembered us. He has always remembered us. He has never forgotten."
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