"Father, co out."
"Father, please wake up."
"Father, humanity is about to be destroyed."
"Father, our kingdom is dood."
"Father..."
Regarding the "Tong Ming" ntioned by the old man with a white beard, Chen Yu had always been clueless about its aning.
Now, he understood.
It turned out that "Tong Ming" ant standing outside the ancestral tomb of the human race, continuously calling out without stopping.
"Father! Father!"
Raising his hands high, the anxious young man in the duckbill cap shouted, "Please fucking co out... "
Floating nearby, the transparent-bodied Chen Yu yawned silently.
It had been eight hours since the white-bearded man had led the team to confront the enemy.
This cheap son of his had been shouting for just about eight hours.
Outside the temple, it had grown dark.
"Your Highness, the situation is increasingly unfavorable."
From the walkie-talkie in the young man’s hand, the frontline battle report ca through.
The young man quickly lifted the walkie-talkie, anxiously responding, "Can’t hold on much longer?!"
"The front line has already retreated over four hundred kiloters. If the foreign alliance army wanted to break through, they would have invaded our human territory by now. They just want to strangle our living forces at this mont."
"How are the three ’Supre’ lords doing?"
"The Supre battle situation...is still okay." The voice from the walkie-talkie hesitated, "The three lords, with the help of the ’Undead Curse,’ barely contained all the A-class Supre of the foreign forces. It’s mainly that on the B-class battlefield, we are at an absolute disadvantage in numbers. The casualties are heavy. So..."
"So what?" the young man in the duckbill cap asked busily.
"So when can the ’Great Emperor’ His Majesty erge from seclusion? We... can’t hold on much longer."
"..."
Hearing this, the young man was silent for a long ti.
Eventually, he could only dryly respond with two words, "Soon."
"...We also ’soon.’"
"Hold on a little longer."
He hung up the communication.
With a heavy sigh, the young man in the duckbill cap raised his voice and continued to shout at the ancestral tomb, "Father! Please co out! Co out! Ah!"
Chen Yu: "..."
Floating, Chen Yu slowly moved into the third layer of the ancestral tomb.
Seeing the real Chen Yu’s coffin, where the occupant still lay quietly, he could only shrug his shoulders and leave the ancestral tomb.
Flying out of the "empty" temple, Chen Yu looked down from a height at the sowhat dilapidated capital city, expressionless.
Visibly, many people were boarding vehicles or carrying backpacks, desperately trying to flee the city.
Because even a heel-driven thought would know. Once the Transcendent realm is defeated, the foreign alliance army would imdiately blood-wash this place.
Although escaping to the outer city would not avoid the inevitable slaughter.
But living another day is still the best virtue of humanity.
(Tsk tsk.)
Chen Yu snorted derisively, closed his eyes, and began to seriously sense the atmosphere from afar.
The auras of the old white-bearded man and the woman in the tight suit, two Supres, were already sowhat weakening. Obviously, they were at the end of their strength.
But fortunately, the aura of the man in the red robe was still climbing.
(This ability really has so substance.)
[Rage Fla: The higher the temperature of the flas released, the more intense the rage consuming it, gradually losing essence and falling into madness.]
Unlimited rage brought unlimited power.
Coupled with his formidable A class strength.
As long as no ’Hero’ class unit from the hundreds of races appeared, the man in the red robe would be one of the strongest Supre existences among all races.
(That’s probably a key factor in why humans can withstand the allied army of myriad races.)
(They’ve been fighting for over two hours now.)
(And that old woman.)
Chen Yu sensed another familiar aura.
(On the battlefield, the ’Undead Curse’ truly belongs to a strategic weapon.)
With just one race’s power, it resisted the offensive of more than twenty foreign Transcendent alliance armies, the current strength of humans could be considered "below a hundred races."
(If the fat neighbor grows up, it will certainly be well known within the hundred races too.)
"Swoosh—"
Just as Chen Yu’s thoughts were drifting more and more, a distant, blurry sound brought him back to his senses.
Turning toward the noise, he saw a small light slowly rising into the sky.
Against the backdrop of the night, it was especially conspicuous.
(The Human Rights Association has also finally begun to act.)
Chen Yu knew that it was the rocket mounted on the "Transcendent Doomsday Cannon" by the Human Rights Association.
Presumably, the scientists had acted ahead of ti upon learning that the myriad races’ alliance army was about to attack.
(Ha.)
At this thought, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
It was ironic how the myriad races’ Transcendent realm, after all the manipulation and struggle, could never imagine that their Achilles’ heel would be gripped by a group of insignificant mortals from a small race.
(It’s indeed almost too late.)
Regaining composure, Chen Yu returned to the temple, bypassing the still-shouting young man in the duckbill cap, and went deeper into the third layer of the ancestral tomb.
Stopping in front of the tomb of the real Chen Yu, he closed his eyes and silently waited.
This would be his last mont of calm.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours...
Ti, flowing at an unprecedentedly slow pace, gradually passed.
After five hours.
Accompanied by a surge of atmosphere, he departed.
Chen Yu opened his eyes.
(It’s the fatso.)
(B now.)
(B level, paired with a Hero class ability, humans could hang on a bit longer.)
With that thought, he moved on.
He continued to close his eyes in wait and fell into deep contemplation.
Today’s subject of contemplation involved the Transcendent hierarchy carrying out massacres of pregnant won and infants...
(Driven by an underlying helplessness and hypocrisy, they considered themselves tools of a higher other, inflicting pain on those beneath them.)
(They deeply believed that they loved humanity, and their own power made them indifferent to the "misunderstanding" of the lower levels.)
(But it was rely their hypocrisy.)
(For they still remorselessly carried out various bloody acts, bringing humiliation, pain, and death to the victims.)
(In this regard, they felt sad. They believed they had no choice, that it was all for humanity as a whole.)
(They considered themselves tools of an inevitable and lawful higher will of history.)
(Thus, they absolved themselves of their sins...)
Six hours.
Seven hours.
Eight hours...
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"Thud!"
Suddenly, a muffled sound roused Chen Yu from his ditation.
He imdiately opened his eyes and looked toward "his" graveyard.
The next mont.
"Creeak--"
Pushing away the dirt, the coffin lid opened with a noise!
True Chen Yu crawled out of the grave.
"I am Chen Nan, I have... died, yet... I have resurrected..."
(At last.)
Virtual Chen Yu took a deep breath, no longer glanced at True Chen Yu, and floated out of the third layer of the ancestral tomb.
According to the predetermined course of history.
It wouldn’t be long before True Chen Yu entered the fourth layer and began his own cycle of ti repetition.
(And I will truly be born.)
Flying to the third layer’s compartnt of the ancestral tomb, Virtual Chen Yu turned back and glanced at his youthful self, his lips curling into a slight smile.
(Chen Yu, good luck to you.)
...
Leaving the ancestral tomb.
Stopping at the periphery.
Chen Yu saw the young man in the duckbill cap still couldn’t stop shouting.
"Father King, co out."
"We’re about to be finished."
"If you don’t co out now, you never will."
"Father King..."
Chen Yu: "..."
The young man’s voice had beco hoarse.
And his heart was turning to despair.
A day and a night!
He had been "Tong Ming" for an entire day and night!
And his Father King hadn’t even responded once.
This made him begin to doubt whether the "Great Emperor" had already died.
’If the human race doesn’t have the Great Emperor...’
’Then I should be the Great Emperor!’ he thought distractedly.
"Your Highness, has His Majesty not yet finished his retreat?" the radio crackled, cries of despair sounding: "We are vastly outnumbered and have already suffered a great defeat."
On hearing this, the young man in the duckbill cap was shocked and fearfully picked up the radio: "What about the three highest lords?"
"They... can’t hold on much longer either."
"What about the general manager’s side, has the enforcent city sent support yet?"
"The general manager also asked to ask you if the Great Emperor’s support has arrived."
Duckbill cap young man: "..."
Radio: "..."
Young man in duckbill cap: "Who is commanding the front lines now."
Radio: "No one is commanding anymore; it has beco a total ss. Our people are fighting individually, with at least half being killed. And now without the support of the three highest lords, casualties will soon skyrocket."
Young man in duckbill cap: "..."
Radio: "Your Highness, why not escape now. It’s better to preserve the green hills."
"Nonsense!" the young man burst out in anger, took off his cap, and violently threw it down: "As a prince, how can I not share the fate of the human race!"
After speaking, he cut off the communication and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Chen Yu asked.
"I’m going now to preserve the green hills, waiting to later share life and death with the human race!" the young man didn’t turn back.
Chen Yu: "..."
Duckbill cap: "..."
His footsteps slowed, slowed further, then completely stopped.
The young man in the duckbill cap seed to have seen a ghost, disbelievingly stiffening his neck to look back.
He saw a burly, dignified middle-aged man with an emotionless face looking at him.
On his forehead was written a large "King" character.
"Boom!!!"
The young man in the duckbill cap was as if struck by lightning.
"You... you... you... you are..."
Chen Yu remained silent.
"You..." tears stread down the duckbill cap young man’s cheeks as he trembled, "You... you are my... father whom I’ve never t?"
"Yes." Chen Yu revealed a gentle smile: "And you, are you my never-before-t son?"
"Father!"
"My boy."
"Father!!!"
"My boy!"
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