Chapter 1253: Chapter 246: Divine Martial, the Indomitable Battle Flag! (2-in-1)_3
Zhang Duo’s gaze lifted, looking beside him, familiar curve of the side face, familiar brows and eyes, the old man’s eyes widened, his body trembling slightly.
“You, you are… ”
Wang Anfeng did not directly respond, he did not know how to respond.
Accompanied by the calm gaze of a certain scholar, in the void, illusion transford into reality, black iron appeared between this heaven and earth, heavy and hard, forming a complete set of armor, Zhang Duo’s expression changed, that armor was so familiar, how could it not be familiar.
“Mingguang Armor…”
The expression of the Khan King of the Xiongnu Tribe suddenly changed, still in doubt, he shouted:
“Who on earth are you?!”
“Divine Martial, armor up!”
With a clattering sound, the armor decomposed in the air, floating towards the young man in black clothing.
Blue thunder roared above the earth, yet the roaring thunder was so silent, accompanied by a poignant whistle, the armor covered the youth’s physique, on the armor, plasma flowed.
Zhang Duo looked at that back, that back was too familiar.
He saw the white jade plaque on his hem, saw the words that appeared due to movent.
Wang Clan, Wang Clan…
Zhang Duo’s vision blurred for a mont, the owner of this armor seed to walk out of faded past ti, facing countless enemies, still fearless, devout and arrogant, overlooking with ease—
Who fought a battle?!
It was a sound and language that had been heard countless tis, accompanied by thunder, it was the invincible spear within the entire Divine Martial Mansion, and that long absent voice now reappeared in his mind, accompanied by cold and dry air.
Will the will of the Divine Martial disappear?
Soone seed to ask.
mory and reality, two voices, the sa back, the sa thunder, resounding identically.
They responded across a long span of over twenty years.
“Great Qin, Wangxian County!”‘Great Qin, Ningqing County!’
“Divine Martial Mansion, Wang Anfeng!”‘Divine Martial Mansion, Li Qidao!’
Whirr—
The final armor fit onto the body, scarlet cloak billowing as it flew past the old man’s sight, as if walking out from mories. mory and reality t in the next mont, he almost couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality.
Only soone shouted angrily.
“Here, et the challenge!!!”
Clang!
The heavy banner was lifted by younger, stronger hands, then struck down onto the battlefield, a clear sound rang out, as one after another, it was sonorous like war drums.
Zhang Duo looked at that banner.
Once again, tears flowed not from pain and humiliation.
He had once been abandoned by the entire Jianghu, half a life pursuing aninglessly, but, yes, new dreams and aning, imnse trust, when that word was spoken, were regained.
“Zhang Xiao, can I entrust this great flag to you?”
“You and I, comrades, once more shoulder to shoulder.”
The battle-scarred old man was in tears.
In this life desolate, once embarrassed by love and hate, once torn through battlefields for the greater good of the world, also once for those he cared for, comrade brothers, at all costs, yet there was no need to deny or defend, in extre pain, there was no need to argue nor seek anyone’s pity.
Enough brightness and splendor, enough blood and dirt.
This was Zhang Duo.
Lv Yingbo, several thousand steps away, watched those shadows lying on the ground shatter piece by piece, those unwilling ones, even when broken, still clutching their weapons, those struggling reflections, covered in blood, gradually grew peaceful, disappeared.
Satisfied indeed…
If truly returned from the land of the dead, then perhaps only such a question would remain.
Are you all alright?
Is Divine Martial still alright?
…Really?
Then we are satisfied, without the slightest regret.
Lv Yingbo, bewildered, saw that instinctive creation, a slight quiet smile on her lips, his face stained with blood, clothes in tatters, yet as if in death, he saw the most beautiful and aspired things, the smile warm and pure.
Amidst worldly chaos, how can there be peace?
Amidst worldly chaos, peace has now been attained.
Great Qin.
Yong’an.
They were once the most outstanding and proud warriors of a past era, dying in battle, still harboring great ambition and pride, twenty-three years of longing and reluctance, transford here into flowing light, disappearing, completely, the last traces vanish.
And at this mont, the aged hands no longer need to support that heavy banner alone, slowly slipping, blood-stained white hair scattering behind him, upon his hands, the old man in tears, whispered in satisfaction.
“Ah ah…”
“This ti…I have no regrets…”
Thirty years as a Jianghu guest, ten years as a martial soldier.
The old man who could once never accept the disappearance of the Divine Martial Mansion, after standing alone against ten thousand troops, with tears streaming down, said this ti there are no more regrets, lost his final breath.
The Divine Martial banner heavily slamd onto the ground, like a war drum.
Successors used all their strength, announcing towards the elite of ten thousand riders in front, announcing towards heaven and earth.
“Divine Martial—”
“Zhang, Duo!”
Clang!!!
PS: Today’s update is presented…
Wrong is wrong.
The rediscovery of himself by Zhang Duo ans survival, without rely living on.
The word count is not much, but really difficult to write…
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