Chapter 646: Yim's Failure and Another Beginning
Jinan's eyes were still cold, the blade embedded into Yim's body, blood gushed out like a red river, staining her robe red.
Although Yim's expression was distorted and his eyes revealed unconcealable shock and pain, Jin'an had no mercy at all. His eyes were fixed on Yim's figure that had already lost its edge.
He slowly retracted the blade and stood in front of her, his eyes as cold as ice, calm and expressionless.
"You lose, Im."
His voice was low and full of an indescribable determination, it was hundreds of years of suppressed anger, the desire to resist, the last burst of power.
As soon as the words fell, the entire battlefield fell into silence.
Time seemed to freeze, and all the battles seemed to have stopped at this moment.
What followed was a wave of cheers that instantly swept across the entire battlefield and resounded through the sky.
"we won!"
Some rebel soldiers were so excited that they could hardly control their emotions. Tears welled up in their eyes and their shouts were filled with ecstasy and relief.
“This is our victory!”
Another soldier hugged his comrade's shoulders, his voice hoarse but full of power.
At this moment, all of them felt a sense of relief and glory that they had never felt before.
Be it physical and mental exhaustion or decades of oppression, they no longer matter at this moment.
Jin An stood in a pool of blood, alone, and still did not move.
He knew that although the war was over, the responsibility on his shoulders was still heavy.
He could clearly hear the cheers and celebrations on the battlefield, but the calmness from the bottom of his heart made him sigh silently.
They won, but victory brought not only glory, but also endless heaviness and thinking.
As the cheers of the rebels grew louder, Jin'an's gaze gradually shifted away from Im's body and turned to his surroundings.
On the battlefield, soldiers fell and blood was spilled everywhere. Enemy bodies were scattered all over the ground, and the members of the resistance army raised their hands one by one, crying, laughing, or hugging each other tightly, releasing their emotions.
At this moment, everyone knew that they had finally won the war against the powerful.
"This war is finally over."
Jin An muttered to himself, his voice so low that almost no one could hear it, but he knew that it was the voice from deep in his heart.
He took a deep look at Im lying in a pool of blood, and finally turned his gaze to the sky.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, and the warm light penetrated the smoke above the battlefield, illuminating his tired but determined face.
"it is finally over."
He whispered again, this time, it seemed as if he was talking to himself, and also seemed to be talking to every soldier on the entire battlefield.
Although he felt a little tired, the joy of victory still made him raise the corners of his mouth slightly. Although the smile seemed a little tired, it was particularly real.
Behind him, the cheers of the rebels grew louder as his comrades swarmed over and surrounded Jinan, waving their weapons and raising their fists to express their endless gratitude and respect to him.
"Jin'an! Jin'an!"
The soldiers shouted his name, and the sound echoed on the battlefield, as if turning all the pain and all the sacrifices into these calls.
Complex emotions surged in Jin'an's heart. At this moment, it seemed that all the pain, sadness, and struggle had found a home in this reverence.
He nodded slightly and looked back at every soldier on the battlefield with a firm and gentle gaze:
“This is your victory.”
"No, Jinan! This is our victory!"
A familiar voice sounded. Loki was lying on the side, but he was also laughing. His skinny body seemed to be infected by the joy of victory, with a helpless smile.
"You're such a bother, but without you, we wouldn't be here today."
When Jin An heard these words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he quickly put away the smile.
He knew that the battle was far from over. They had won the war, but the road ahead was still long and difficult.
At this moment, everyone was celebrating the victory, as if there were no more enemies under the sky that could stop them.
On the battlefield, the sounds of celebration were still echoing, but at this moment, an ominous sense of oppression suddenly emanated from the jubilant atmosphere.
Jin An raised his eyebrows, and the alertness in his heart almost exploded instantly.
Just when he came to his senses, Blackbeard had become a puddle of mud and blood all over his body, but he still had not completely lost his fighting ability.
A scarlet laugh flashed across his distorted face, and this laugh contained unprecedented madness.
"Do you think this war is over?"
Blackbeard's hoarse voice came out of his mouth like a poisonous snake, filled with strong malice.
His body suddenly moved violently, like a messenger from hell, he suddenly soared into the air and pounced on Im in the distance with unparalleled violence.
Jinan's eyes suddenly became sharp, realizing Blackbeard's crazy behavior at this moment.
He didn't have time to think, as his alert consciousness made him react quickly, but he couldn't suppress the anger that surged in his heart.
impossible!
He actually fought back again!
The moment Blackbeard leaped up, all eyes on the battlefield followed him quickly.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze.
"what you do!"
Em, who was barely staying awake, hardly reacted. She was overwhelmed by the pain in her body. Just as her body relaxed, she suddenly heard a sharp sound of wind.
She turned her head sharply and saw Blackbeard's figure appear before her like a ghost.
"what!"
Yim tried to use the power in his hands to fight back, but found that he had already fallen into a vortex of darkness.
The power of Blackbeard's dark fruit instantly devoured her body.
Her body seemed to have entered an endless abyss. The darkness around her expanded rapidly, leaving her no time to react.
A trace of astonishment and unwillingness appeared on her face, and the fear in her eyes gradually replaced the previous calmness and determination.
No...impossible!
How could I lose to him!
However, Blackbeard's laughter echoed in the darkness, crazy, triumphant, and destructive.
"Thief hahahaha,"
His voice cut through Im's struggle, with a frantic roar,
"Finally caught you!"
The dark vortex quickly engulfed Im's figure. Im tried to break free, but no matter how she resisted, the power of darkness bound her body tightly like a cage.
She couldn't escape.
Jin An stood in the distance, witnessing all this, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He couldn't explain what he was feeling at the moment, only anger was burning in his heart.
He knew clearly that Blackbeard's crazy actions were far from over and all this was not over yet.
In this dark world, Yim's voice gradually disappeared, and her figure completely dissipated in the darkness.
"Hahaha,"
Blackbeard's laughter resounded throughout the battlefield, and his entire figure quickly blended into the depths of the darkness, like a ghostly presence.
"This victory has already been mine!"
Jin An clenched his teeth, anger and unwillingness surged in his heart.
This was not the ending he wanted. Although he had already foreseen that Blackbeard would not give up easily, his feelings were so complicated that they were beyond words when he saw Im being swallowed.
"Damn Blackbeard!"
Jin An roared in his heart, clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands, and fixed his eyes on Blackbeard who disappeared in the darkness.
Although his body was still a little tired, he did not hesitate and decided to give chase.
Blackbeard's conspiracy must be stopped, Im's fate is still uncertain, and this battlefield cannot rest on such an incomplete victory.
But he knew very well that Blackbeard's cunning and strength were far from something that ordinary people could easily deal with.
At the moment, the struggle between Blackbeard and Im is only a temporary pause, and the next round of undercurrents is quietly approaching.
He took a deep breath and immediately rushed to the center of the darkness. A voice came from his heart - this battle will never really end.
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