In the Safe Zone, flas soared high into the sky. The massive vines of the Withered Rose were all burning, turning the Safe Zone into a torch in the darkness of night.
The swirling snowflakes in the sky shimred with a crystal-clear brilliance under the firelight.
Many snowflakes lted into droplets before they could reach the ground, falling like rain in a soft patter.
"Do you hear it?" asked the Crying Hero, who stood at the edge of the deep pit. His tone was surprisingly calm, as if he was discussing with an old friend.
Li Changhe slowly made his way up from the depths of the pit.
It was only then that Li Changhe could take a close look at this familiar stranger. Perhaps because of their special relationship, he wasn’t affected by the Crying Hero’s influence, and didn’t shed tears. But he could still feel the contained sadness and pain.
The Terror Devil of the Holder was a burning and driverless truck, which Xiang Wu had split in two with an axe.
The little girl’s Terror Devil was a crazed human trafficker, whom Chen Yu had crushed without the girl even knowing.
And this man... he was his own Terror Devil. The first seat of the Council Terror Demon, the Crying Hero. A World Destruction Level Terror Devil, along with the Insect Queen and the Robot Factory.
As a Terror Devil, he didn’t imdiately attack his own Shaper. That rare rationality... was it because of the Will of Desperation?
He was dressed in the sa style of Mountain Pattern Armor as Li Changhe, but his was full of cracks and missing pieces, bearing the marks of various weapons. His cape, too, was torn and tattered.
The elbow of his right arm was chopped off, the severed point mixing with the rainwater to drip black droplets. Strung at his waist was a crystal skull, which seed alive, ’watching’ Li Changhe.
If Li Changhe, wearing the Mountain Pattern Armor, resembled a majestic and powerful general, then the Crying Hero seed like a defeated commander.
And indeed, he was a defeated commander. He had lost battles he shouldn’t have, unable to protect anyone he held dear.
Li Changhe ascended from the pit, gripping his Mo Blade and Old Lead tightly in his hands, and asked, "What do you an by that?"
"Their cheers, listen... they are cheering for their hero," the Crying Hero said as he caught a snowflake in his left hand, which didn’t lt but turned pitch black instead.
He was right. Following the death of the Rose Duke, the human warriors in the distance were indeed shouting his na.
And certainly, Li Changhe’s record of accomplishnts was indeed uplifting.
In the despair of the disaster fog, people received bad news every mont.
One Safe Zone after another was breached, one killing squad after another scattered, one player after another killed in battle...
The obliteration of humanity seed irreversible.
Yet Li Changhe’s record of accomplishnts was exceptionally dazzling.
He killed the Abyssal Worm that had breached the 19th Safety Zone, and worked with the Holder to kill the Six-winged Gatekeeper, ranked tenth.
He supported the northern battlefront, broke through the encirclent of Terror Devils, and killed the Faceless Man, the fourteenth mber of the Council Terror Demon.
Then ca tonight.
The Safe Zone was under siege by tens of thousands of Terror Devils, and after the breach, they had to face three mbers of the Council Terror Demon at once.
Everyone who received this news shook their heads in pain.
But then Li Changhe successively killed the Gray Knight, ranked ninth, and the Green Lion, the Withered Rose, ranked seventh.
Just now, the Rose Duke of the fifth seat had been finished off by him.
By this count, there were already five Council Terror Demons who had died at his hands. It wasn’t an exaggeration to call him a hero.
"People always view those who give them hope as heroes. Just like you who were victorious in Great Tang... you’ve probably already been bestowed the title of a hero. How does it feel to save the world? My other self," the Crying Hero asked in an indifferent tone.
"Actually, it’s not like that, as you know. At the ti, I went by Brother Dong’s na," Li Changhe said truthfully. "If you go out and ask about Brother Dong, you’ll hear praises like ’Brother Dong, the Eternal God’."
"Ha ha... Brother Dong, of course, is a hero..." The Crying Hero’s voice, a mix of both laughter and tears, was very low, "After he saved ... he bled out in front of . Ultimately swallowed by the Blood Tide, I couldn’t even find his bones..."
Li Changhe fell silent. Was that the ending he had lost to?
Yes, if he had lost, the Blood River would not have retracted the powers of their believers. They would be sacrificing continuously, summoning massive hordes of Chaos minions. Transforming into a Blood Tide that devours the world.
"The Box died a fighting death, never falling until his head was chopped off. I always thought he was the Son of Destiny, but in the end, he was dragged down by . He never used the Escape Coin even in death," the Crying Hero walked towards Li Changhe, and as he stepped forward, the wind and snow fell silent and the flas died out. The ground was gradually darkened as well.
In Li Changhe’s shadow, Dog Brother let out a terrified growl, but could not escape. The Crying Hero looked down at Dog Brother but continued to speak, "Brother Ting was swallowed alive by a Demon, the sounds of his flesh tearing apart still echo in my mind. He kept telling to go faster, and faster... Chen Yu’s neck was broken, his chest pierced, but he climbed over a mountain of corpses to use the only Holy Healing Potion on . And then he died right before my eyes..."
Li Changhe sighed in sorrow but said nothing, and the Crying Hero had already approached him.
The Safe Zone was completely overrun by the spreading black sludge, and the eerie sphere floated above his head like a black moon.
For a mont, Li Changhe saw the imnse and bizarre black throne before his eyes.
Below the throne, countless lost souls scread and wailed.
And the figure on the throne opened his eyes.
The God of Sin and Vengeance was unleashing his boundless rage and sorrow.
"The lass... In order to save from Xue Shen’s hands, she went berserk with her Divinity, turning herself into that eternal glacier." The Crying Hero whispered softly, "She said she loved ... that I shouldn’t die... Like a curse of a plea. Making it impossible for to even die."
"At that ti, I really shouldn’t have agreed to her..." Li Changhe suddenly understood, still pondering over whom precisely his belief was in. It had already taken effect, yet he could no longer detect it.
It turned out that it wasn’t so being... but a vow. The vow that the girl had made with him.
That night, by the dim bedside, the girl kissed his lips and urged him not to die, and he had agreed.
On that night, atop the blazing Yuezhou City, he had consud the Divine Gifted Grass.
Again, he heard her plea... and he agreed...
Thus, her request beca a vow, and even more so, a curse.
Death itself drifted away from him, and he completely transford into a monster of vengeance.
"Li Changhe, you tell ..." the Crying Hero raised his left hand, and the sphere in mid-air suddenly swelled. It resembled a bloodshot eyeball.
"Why... did I lose!"
With those words, the sphere in mid-air crashed down in an instant.
At the sa ti, Old Lead in Li Changhe’s hand let out a sharp roar. Opening its huge mouth filled with sharp teeth, it charged forth in an instant!
Big Lead VS Big Lead!
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