In their minds was the raw recruit who vomited uncontrollably after being forced by the young lady to cut off the enemy general's head.
In their minds, there was that cheerful boy with a bright, sunny disposition.
In their minds was that young general, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, leading his soldiers to swiftly and decisively overcome all obstacles.
Before them stood the marshal who had become the only Martial God on the Noah Continent for so many years, a marshal who, at just over twenty years old, sacrificed himself to raise the flag and dignity of the Holy Glory Empire at the city gate!
His blond hair was disheveled in the wind, his body remained as still as a mountain, and the phantom behind him still supported the golden barrier of the Holy Glory Empire, as stable as ever!
Despite the presence of enemy survivors, reinforcements continued to launch relentless attacks, holding the line.
Even though he is already dead and his soul has vanished.
Even though he was too weak to roar.
His body remained standing, and his strength continued to sustain him!
Belief... what kind of belief is it exactly?
Time flies so fast... How did everything turn out like this?
Everything has changed.
The people who once promised to live together.
They all left one after another.
Everyone was unable to control their tears, not even the most hardened soldiers.
How they longed to go up and embrace their dear comrades, their dear marshal.
But they knew all too well that it was precisely at times like these that they could not afford to waste any sacrifices.
On one side, a general shouted:
"Let him be buried with the Holy Funeral!"
"Give me, Quan Qingchi, the Grand Marshal of the Holy Glory Empire!"
"To the millions of fallen warriors and people of my Holy Glory Empire!"
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