Chapter 13398 Attacking the Heart

Chapter 13398 Attacking the Heart
When Hun Canglan heard this, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his face was filled with excitement and anticipation:

"Yes, will! This is the biggest difference between us and the enemy. I don't want to go back to being a rat in the gutter. I want to live in the light, even if I have to die for it!"

His voice was firm and powerful, as if at this moment, he had put his own life and death aside and only hoped to contribute his own strength to this land and this light.

Ling Xiao looked at Hun Canglan, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He patted Hun Canglan on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Then you must survive, for this land, for this light, and for yourself."

His voice was low and powerful, as if at this moment, he had condensed all his blessings and expectations into this sentence.

Hun Canglan nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination: "The same goes for you, Ling Xiao. We all have to survive, witness the victory of this war together, and welcome the bright future that belongs to us together."

"Everyone is the same." Ling Xiao responded with a smile, his eyes full of expectations and longing for the future.

Hun Canglan smiled, turned and left.

His steps were firm and powerful, as if at this moment he had thrown all his fears and anxieties behind him, and only hoped to be able to join the battle as soon as possible and contribute his own strength to this land and this light.

Ling Xiao stood there, watching Hun Canglan's back gradually go away. An inexplicable sense of loss welled up in his heart, as if at this moment, he had already sensed the impending separation and sacrifice.

Is everyone the same? This question echoed repeatedly in Ling Xiao's mind, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions.

Can all of them really survive? He knew very well that it was almost impossible. The cruelty of the battlefield had already left a deep mark in his heart.

Even if they win in the end, more than half of them will die. This is the price of war, and it is a reality that every soldier must face.

Ling Xiao's mind flashed with the brothers who had fought side by side with him, their smiles, their bravery, their sacrifices...all of this made him feel heartbroken and helpless.

"Grandpa, father, mother..." Ling Xiao muttered these relatives softly, and a deep longing surged in his heart. He seemed to see his grandfather's kind smile, hear his father's strict teachings, and feel his mother's warm embrace.

These relatives are the most important people in his life. They give him strength and courage, allowing him to persevere on the battlefield.

However, now, he may have reached the end of his life. This battle may be his last battle. He took a deep breath, as if to concentrate all his thoughts and reluctance in this moment.

He knew he could not retreat or give up, because he was a warrior and the protector of this land.

Ling Xiao looked into the distance, his gaze piercing through the smoke and flames of war, as if he saw that quiet and peaceful home.

There, there were his relatives, his friends, and everything he had. He silently told himself that no matter what the outcome, he would fight and sacrifice for that piece of land and for those relatives.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's heart was filled with determination and courage. He knew that he was ready to face the upcoming fate. Whether alive or dead, he would be worthy of this land, his relatives, and himself.

……

Time passed slowly like fine sand, the night lost its mysterious veil imperceptibly, and a faint fish belly white gradually appeared on the horizon.

This touch of white is like a farewell to the night and also like a preview of the day, heralding the arrival of a new day.

After a while, a red sun seemed to be held up by an invisible hand and slowly jumped out from the end of the sky, spreading golden light all over the earth, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to this world that was about to fall into war.

However, this peace and beauty did not last long. The enemy's defense line in the distance began to stir, as if a group of long-imprisoned beasts had finally waited for the moment of release. The dark cloud of war once again enveloped the sky above Luanmo Castle, making people feel cold.

At this moment, a man rose into the air, like a god descending from heaven, overlooking the entire Chaos Demon City. His figure appeared particularly tall in the morning light, like an insurmountable mountain, which made people feel awe.

This person was none other than the fourth high priest of the Holy Temple of the Soul-Calming Palace. He was dressed in gorgeous robes and had a golden crown on his head. There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.

He floated quietly in the air, and after a moment, his gaze swept across the endless army beneath his feet like a sharp sword.

His voice, with the blessing of the source of power, was like a loud bell, resounding throughout the entire Chaos Demon City: "Listen up, rebels of the Demon Suppression Mansion! The Holy Hall upholds the virtue of loving life, and we are unwilling to kill innocent people. This time we are only here to kill the main culprits - Long Yingtian, Cheng Shifei, Hun Huan, Hun Yu, and Ling Xiao! As long as you are willing to surrender and lay down your weapons, we will forgive the past and let you return to the right path!"

With the blessing of the source power, this sentence spread quickly throughout the entire Chaos Demon City like a rolling torrent. Whether it was the soldiers guarding the city or the people in the city, they all heard this sentence clearly. It was like an invisible force that impacted everyone's heart, making people think and make choices.

Although everyone knew that these words were undermining the army's morale, they were like an invisible knife, silently carving a crack in everyone's hearts.

But it was also the most useful, like a strong medicine, which ignited a desire to survive in the hearts of those who had already held the intention of death. This desire was like a weak candle flame, swaying in the darkness, and it was impossible to ignore.

Long Yingtian shook his head helplessly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. This is reality, cruel but real. The oppression of the temple is like a huge rock pressing on everyone's heart, making it difficult to breathe. He knows very well that it is not easy to maintain the firmness of the army in the face of such an opponent.

He took a deep breath, making his voice particularly clear in the noise: "If you want to surrender, surrender now. I don't want to be stabbed in the back while fighting." There was a hint of determination and helplessness in his tone.

He understood that once he said this, it would mean that he would have to accept those who chose to surrender, and that his team would no longer be complete.

As soon as he said this, some people in the crowd began to waver. Their eyes flickered with hesitation and struggle, as if at this moment, they were making the most difficult decision in their lives.

Finally, someone took the first step and surrendered to the Templar Alliance.