Chapter 1250: Chapter 245: This Body Here, Legend Reborn
“Do not die!”
Facing the approaching formation of iron cavalry, Zhang Duo slowly stepped forward. He had already reached his limit, with less than three months of life remaining. Though he was preserving so-called heartless things, he had no regrets.
He earnestly stretched his body, gripping the spear in his hand tightly.
A relic of a past era should et its end in a manner befitting that previous era.
He strode toward the front, towards the last battlefield of his life, alone, rushing towards the ever-adjusting military formation, as if marching toward death.
There were old and lonely roars echoing between heaven and earth.
“Wind!”
The reflections, writhing in instinctual agony, suddenly froze.
Their battle robes were already torn, their armor rely illusory; so had even lost an arm. They were the last mories before death, the final instincts before death, and all they could leave was this.
What should have seed like a joke—watching an old man charge into death alone.
But now, all who had died, and all those things, suddenly lifted their heads.
They looked toward the old man running alone to et his death.
Their gaze fixed on that tattered flag.
There was an eerie stillness in the air.
The next mont, as if flas were burning in the eyes of these pre-death instinctive reflections, the scorching light nearly seared the eyes of the beholders. The expression of the old man who had previously sched against Zhang Duo froze, his eyes widened slightly.
This, impossible…
A righteous military presence rose from that ragged reflection.
Even above the Xiongnu cavalry.
They still had no logic or thoughts, only instincts. They were originally the most intense emotions of the martial soldiers before they perished.
Imprinted in the deepest part of their souls, sothing they wouldn’t let go of even in death.
Do you have it?
A synchronized and unified five thousand seven hundred ‘Divine Martial Mansion’, suddenly stepped forward.
A loud clap.
An invisible wave spread out.
In the sky, the military soul which shouldn’t have appeared, reerged here, silent for twenty-three years, distant for twenty-three years of soaring dragons.
The Fortress Leader of Great Wilderness Stronghold murmured:
“re reflections, instincts before death.”
“No, this is impossible…”
Ti, the long expanse of ti and the breadth of life and death, is enough to make the ambitions of a hero vanish, to turn the love and hatred of ordinary people into ashes, to transform sturdy edifices into ruins covered in desert sands, yet so things, even ti and death, cannot erase.
A burning aspiration, an ambition to swallow the heavens.
Ti’s polishing only makes it shine brighter.
The once legendary army, with each person gathered under this banner for the sa wish, in their final monts of death, still holding on to hope, manifested here as reflections, fleetingly reappearing through the grandmaster’s conceptual world.
This was more than twenty years of solitude carried on their backs.
This is a miracle impossible to replicate, even with the legendary immortal arts.
Life and death, the long passage of ti is no longer a hindrance.
This dream unfolds before them once more.
Wearing their broken armor, they hold their chests and heads high. They appear weak as if they could crumble at a touch, yet they are so strong as to be fearless, drawing out non-existent weapons from their hands, and with a loud clap, they uniformly stoop low.
The fragile reflection bodies have already begun crumbling from the edges.
But the repressed flas blaze fiercely in their eyes, which should have been dim.
As if oblivious to this scene, Zhang Duo scread hoarsely, a second ti.
“Wind!”
The old voice carried far and wide.
Lonely and desolate.
Then, as if stepping out from the passage of ti, the sound of five thousand seven hundred fallen warriors roaring in unison surged to the sky, a roar deeply imprinted in their souls, all fear of pain, all fear of death, vanished completely.
Is there sothing more valued than life itself?
Between heaven and earth, there was only the simplest, yet most exhilarating roar—
“Great Wind!!!”
“Divine Martial!!!”
Zhang Duo was already in tears.
PS: Today’s update is here…
Can’t write anymore, can’t write anymore… I hope you’ll like it
Evolution failed…
There’s a small bug with the tiline, it was off by a day, apologies, it will be corrected so that Anfeng and the others arrive at Loulan Ancient City on the next day.
Please allow a leave of absence yesterday (24th)… (Burned out, exhausted…)
I was diligent in writing, but achieving the right feeling is difficult, so difficult…
It’s rare that I stayed up all night, feeling old, can’t keep going
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