The companion goddess knew she had fallen into a trap the moment she turned around. Her expression turned ferocious, and then she showed a resolute look as she slashed at Jiang Yuan with the Heaven-Mending Stone Sword. The not-so-sharp stone sword cut through Jiang Yuan's abdomen and down to his shoulder as easily as cutting tofu, leaving a sword mark across his upper body.
Subsequently, the ghost burial erupted, completely engulfing the companion god.
"hiss!"
Jiang Yuan gasped, blood gushing from his wounds, which he couldn't stop even with his energy.
And that wasn't the most fatal part. The opponent's Heaven-Mending Stone Sword, like the Judgment Greatsword in the Red-Robed Judge's hand, carried a healing-preventing power. The deep wound was impossible to repair due to the life attribute and self-healing potential. Blood flowed all over his body, which was extremely gruesome.
"Jiang Yuan!"
Just as both sides were severely injured, two voices arrived following the energy fluctuations, and Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing them.
"Jiang Yuan, I will definitely kill you!"
A shrill sound came from the ghost burial site. The companion god, carrying its full power of devouring gods, shattered the void and then retreated quickly.
"call!"
Jiang Yuan did not try to stop the Companion Goddess. In fact, the Companion Goddess was far more troublesome than he had imagined. She had survived eight battlefield calamities and made it to the final battlefield, so her methods must be quite formidable. Therefore, killing her was far more difficult than defeating her.
The power of the Heaven-Mending Stone Blade continued to invade, but Jiang Yuan still held on until the two women arrived.
"Get treatment quickly!"
Liu Zhaodi had seen the shocking wounds on Jiang Yuan's body as soon as she arrived. She wanted to give Jiang Yuan some medicine, but he refused.
"No need for treatment. Help me suppress my injuries. I have some things to take care of!" Jiang Yuan refused Liu Zhaodi's concern. Even he was helpless with this kind of injury, let alone anyone else.
For now, we can only suppress the injuries and then rely on the self-healing potential with life attributes to repair the wounds little by little.
"That won't do!" An Xiaoyu refused to believe it and insisted on treating Jiang Yuan.
Liu Zhaodi carefully examined the injury, tacitly agreeing with Jiang Yuan's statement, and nodded, saying, "This is the Heaven-Mending Stone Blade, Nuwa's magic weapon from the Eighth Battle of Gods' Fall. It retains its peak condition. If a god wields this blade, it can even kill the Heavenly Dao of the battlefield, let alone living beings."
Liu Zhaodi's words made Jiang Yuan even more certain that the companion goddess was Nuwa. This kind of woman was used wherever she went, and she really didn't let go of any of the battlefield prodigies of each generation.
"It's alright, just suppress the injuries, I'll treat the rest slowly!" Jiang Yuan comforted the two women, as if they were the ones who were injured, not him.
"That woman has caused you so much suffering, and you can still laugh!"
An Xiaoyu's face turned red with anger, but she still used the power of the God of Light to help Jiang Yuan suppress his injuries.
"Zhao Di, thank you for your luck this time!" Jiang Yuan returned the borrowed lucky set one by one.
"Save your thanks for my father. He won't marry his daughter to you just because you say thank you!" Liu Zhaodi said coquettishly. Clearly, Jiang Yuan's successful tribulation had greatly stirred her emotions, and she was already waiting for Jiang Yuan to propose marriage.
"You remember it so clearly!"
Jiang Yuan gave a wry smile, and after seeing that his injuries were under control, he said, "Okay, I will make arrangements after I finish these tasks."
"What else are you busy with?" Liu Zhaodi glanced at the ruins of Nancheng with a sense of unease. This was their place of sorrow, and Jiang Yuan's busy work must be related to Nancheng.
"The restoration of Nancheng is still missing something, but some of the deceased have already received the honors they deserve!"
Jiang Yuan looked towards the southern city, where countless people had died in battle. Some of them didn't even leave behind a trace of their souls, and didn't even have the chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Jiang Yuan, his body wrapped in bandages, walked step by step across this land. He could even clearly remember what every inch of this land looked like in the original Nancheng. This was where they had shed their blood, the source of countless deaths. Here, they erected a divine source for the world and won unparalleled honor for China.
Because of its origin, China was able to develop so rapidly after the Apocalypse Era, rising to the top of the entire battlefield in just five years, and even standing shoulder to shoulder with the two strongest races, the Holy Spirit Race and the Demon Spirit Race.
"pledge!"
"Crimson Blood Army!"
"Northern Alliance!"
"The Heaven and Earth Society!"
"Camp!"
As each name was read out, it represented the forces that had once left their mark here, for better or for worse, all of whom had displayed their glory in the final moments.
Jiang Yuan bent down and kissed the earth. This place had destroyed him, but it had also given him a new life. If it weren't for the millions of dead souls in Nancheng helping him seize the Demon Lord's body, he would have ceased to exist long ago.
Liu Zhaodi and An Xiaoyu watched quietly from behind. They might not have seen the scene from back then, but they could definitely empathize with it.
"Lu Xingyu, I've come to pick you up!" Jiang Yuan said with reminiscence.
He could become the Grim Reaper, but he could not resurrect the eighteen brave men who detonated the nuclear bomb and sacrificed their lives for their country. They shattered their own cycle of reincarnation to support China.
Jiang Yuan scooped up a handful of yellow earth from the ground, looked up and said, "Major General An, the highest leader of Jietian Prefecture!"
"What's wrong?" An Xiaoyu hadn't come to her senses yet.
"Confer titles of honor upon the martyrs, award them medals, and bring them home!"
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