"I think the anesthetic is not enough. The bone must be completely broken. Lewis, what do you think?" Lin Guang gritted his teeth.
Su Mingan didn't care at all.
He still has his wheelchair, so it doesn't matter if his whole body is crippled. If he can hold on until the war is over, his bones can be reattached.
"Click", another crisp sound of broken bones, this time coming from the left leg.
Because the anesthesia in his body had not yet worn off, he even felt numb, as if only a branch was broken instead of his bones.
He saw the fire in the distance getting stronger and stronger, and dozens of black shadows fighting in the air. At this moment, everyone was in the torrent of fate. Whether it was the soldiers and civilians far away on the battlefield, or the two people on the rooftop of the City of God who were also covered in blood.
——Lin Guang, the strongest agent of the Gods’ camp, and Akto, the supreme leader of the Freedom Camp, are the source of the torrent of destiny.
As early as the moment he first met Lin Guang, Su Mingan knew that this person was dangerous. Now his premonition was correct. At the last critical moment of the Dawn War, it was indeed Lin Guang who fought with him. Only they were qualified to fight, and there was no one else.
They began to test each other from the first time they met, from the Garden Villa, to District 11, to the Beacon Gathering Place, to Doomsday City, and then to the City of God... Lin Guang was a mountain he could not climb over. Unless he overturned this mountain, this war would never be declared over.
At the time when the war was raging, some people said that they did not want "one general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers", and they did not want to become cannon fodder in history to help others achieve success.
——However, "one general succeeds", and the "general" is also the person who bears the most responsibility. If the general fails in the end, his "ten thousand bones" may not even be recorded in history books, and human civilization ended on the Fuyuan Festival in 49 years.
After three sounds of breaking bones, "click", "click", and "click", Su Mingan could only move his right hand.
Glancing at the direction of his clone, Su Mingan knew he had won.
He suddenly raised his hand, and a flash of judgment passed by, freezing the light in an instant.
"Shua!" At this moment, the long sword from the clone Ming fell from high above, piercing through Lin Guang's body and coming out from Lin Guang's chest. Blood fell like raindrops, dotted on Su Ming'an's chest, and the warm touch was like a warm rain in the heavy snow.
Lin Guang's expression changed from anger to confusion. He stared at his chest for a second, lost his strength and fell down. His clone Ming immediately reached out and pulled Su Ming'an to the side.
With a "puff", Lin Guang fell on the cold snow, his pale face buried face down in the thick snow blanket, with a large amount of blood oozing from his chest.
"..." Lin Guang didn't say a word, and didn't even have the strength to look up.
Su Mingan called back the wheelchair and rushed into the night without stopping.
"You can't move anymore, main body, your injuries are too severe--" Ming's voice came from afar.
"Don't worry about me, you just need to stop the nuclear explosion." Su Mingan said.
He rushed into the night without looking back.
This time, he was ten minutes faster than the previous round, and rushed towards the blood pool following the traces left by the army.
Soon, he arrived at the location of the God's Army, which were gathering on the ground like ants.
"Su..." Edward didn't even have time to say a word when he saw Su Mingan.
Su Ming'an raised his only remaining right hand slightly, and the next moment, the scarlet light of the scales rose above the heads of the Gods' Army. The strong spatial vibration swept across the land like a hurricane, and broken bones, pieces of meat, cloth... were like being thrown into a blender and blended into pieces.
Edward's golden hair was blown high, like wheat straw growing in the wind under the sun. His expression remained in shock. He could never have imagined that Su Mingan could arrive in time.
This time, Su Ming'an felt no emotion. In his eyes, Edward was like an NPC who was destined to die.
Even if there are tens of thousands of comments, in his eyes, everything happened.
After killing Edward, he rushed into the pool of blood, his wheelchair speeding all the way. Six minutes later, beside the pool of blood formed by coal-gray corpses, the black-haired girl lay quietly.
Since Su Mingan arrived twelve minutes earlier, the burns on her body were obviously lighter.
"No need to save me..." Yueyue said.
Su Mingan pulled her up with his only remaining hand. He didn't even have the strength to move himself. He could only lean half of his body to one side, with his entire body almost hanging on the armrest, looking as funny as a piece of bacon on a barbecue.
His injuries were much more serious than in the previous round.
But her injuries were lighter than in the previous round, and that was enough.
He would save her, just like he saved Lu Shu who died with Edward after the end of the fourth world, and just like he saved Noel who was bewitched by the sea monster in Praya in the seventh world. He saved them all, and she would definitely be able to do the same.
—He will save her.
"Can you talk to me for a moment?" Su Ming'an said.
He turned his head to look at her, who was leaning in the wheelchair like him. She was just as unstable as he was, and both of them looked like a piece of barbecue hanging on a wheelchair, which looked extremely funny.
Normally she would have laughed, but now she didn't even have the energy to do so.
"Yeah." She just responded softly.
"So what do you want to hear me say?"
"I want to hear your story." Yueyue said: "Anything... is fine."
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