On January 1, 72nd year of the Cataclysm, the War of Dawn was declared over.
Under the ginkgo tree by the river, a blond boy gazed at the wild flowers all over the mountains and hundreds of black coffins slowly passing by.
In his field of vision, thousands... no, countless people were following these coffins. As the sun set, people's robes were stained with golden color, like a flowing river.
This river flows from the city to the outside, through the streets and lanes, through the wide squares and narrow alleys. It seems that a silent, vast, and heavy force has gathered and crushed the light spots on the ground with their footsteps. The funeral procession stretches for miles, from one end of the sky to the other.
What they were surrounding were coffins that were as black as ink.
Because there were so many casualties in the war, the names of many people cannot be verified. What are contained in these coffins are not the bodies or ashes of any specific person, but the relics left behind by countless victims.
Some are a blood-stained cord, some are a broken family portrait, some are a torn handkerchief, and some are even a feather or a piece of tea... These relics are not collected completely and cannot cover every victim, but their bones have been integrated into this land over a long period of time.
Home is right under your footsteps.
“Hua La La—”
White birds flapped their wings, and snow-white feathers fell from the sky. A child looked up at the golden light under the sky. The sun was especially bright today, and even the cold rain that had fallen all night in the city-state was dried up. When the child looked up, his pupils were filled with warm golden light.
The sunshine is so nice that it makes people want to cry.
It seemed as if it could burn away the heavy snow that had been simulated 2,300 times and lasted for forty years.
Suddenly, a loud voice came from the hillside. A middle-aged man led a team towards the farewell team.
"——Five hundred and sixty-two soldiers of the Free Alliance bid farewell to the five hundred and three thousand six hundred and four thousand soldiers who died in the war."
At the head of the team, a white-haired old lady glanced at them and nodded. They naturally blended into the farewell team, and slowly moved forward with the team, like a long winding black dragon.
"——One thousand two hundred and thirty-six judges of the Inquisition bid farewell to the five hundred and thirty-three million six hundred and forty thousand soldiers who died in the war."
Another sound was heard, and the city gate opened wide. A very long team walked out, each holding a small black box in their hands.
The team continued to expand, with more and more teams joining in, just like a river flowing into the sea.
"——The 2,564 residents of Hope City bid farewell to the 53.64 million soldiers who died in the war." The gray-haired city lord Yalin arrived with a huge crowd, and everyone had a solemn expression.
"- One thousand six hundred and fifty-eight residents of the city of Antofa..." Another team followed.
"——The 1,344 residents of Roco City..."
"——The 1,168 inhabitants of Hebmith..."
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More and more people joined the funeral procession. Each team represented various forces that had participated in the war in the past forty years. Each of them had participated in this cruel and long war to a greater or lesser extent.
Rivers flow into rivers and merge into new rivers. Gradually, rivers become seas, and rivers flow into seas, endlessly.
Until a clear voice...
"—Two members of the Chapter, bidding farewell to the 53.64 million soldiers who died in the war."
This is the force with the smallest number of people. Compared with the large forces of hundreds or thousands of people, it is simply too small.
There were only two of them.
In the breeze, Che strode forward, his blood-red cape fluttering behind him. Next to him was a girl with a rapier on her waist, also wearing a blood-red cape, and holding a pitch-black urn in her hands. In the box was the monument of mankind.
A pure white lily was tied to the urn, its petals wet with dew.
The first bunch of lilies of spring has withered, but the second, third, and thousands of lilies of spring have the opportunity to bloom. The white-haired old man of the Celstia family has already walked with his granddaughter in the bright sunshine.
"—— Rongyuan, one of the Nine Alliances, bids farewell to the 53.64 million soldiers who died in the war."
A red-haired man came over. He also did not lead a large group, and his voice was not loud. He just whispered something and blended into the crowd.
"—— Free Force Violet led 129 mercenaries to see off the soldiers who died in the war."
Violet led the voluntary players to participate in this funeral. This war infected these players who called themselves the Fourth Calamity, and they came to participate even though there was no system reward for participating in the funeral.
"——Hawk dogs Dongxu and Xudong led 394 hawk dog guards to see off the soldiers who died in the war."
"——Eden Meila and Cheng Luohe led 298 researchers to see off the soldiers who died in the war."
Next came old lady Mela wearing the badge of the Garden of Eden, and the sniper Cheng Luohe who had lost an eye.
"——Yaoguang Anita..."
"—Six hundred and eighty-five residents of Thirteen Cities..."
Soldiers, generals, ordinary residents, street children, mercenaries, players, students, farmers... people from all walks of life gathered in the team.
Amid the surging crowd, some people shed tears silently, while others looked solemn. As the sun set, even the coffins glowed with a layer of golden light.
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