Chapter 1271 Can You Have Some Integrity?

Zhao Yin said: "Silver Armor of the Tenth Battlefield has already died because of you. Silver Armor's betrayal is already irreversible!"

"After leaving Silver Armor, where can you go? Who would dare to take you in?"

"In the end, the only way left for you is to return to the Angel Clan again and become enemies with the human races in other domains!"

“Once you start on some roads, you can never turn back.”

After he finished speaking, Zhao Yin raised his hand, and the power of space boiled, instantly transforming into two space cages.

"Brother Qinglang!" Mei Feng shouted in despair.

At this time, after being enchanted by Shi Xiangquan, Zhao Yin, even without using a dagger, had enough attributes to crush Ji Xiao and Mei Feng.

Both of them found that even escape had become impossible at this moment!

The next moment, Zhao Yin grabbed with one hand and squeezed hard.

The two space cages instantly turned into countless space weapons, instantly turning the people coming in into a hornet's nest.

Just as Zhao Yin was about to teleport the corpse into the core world, Wang Chunhua suddenly shouted, "Zhao Yin, wait!"

Zhao Yin looked up and saw Wang Chunhua jumping down from above: "Leave one for me."

Zhao Yin immediately understood something. At this moment, Wang Chunhua's eyes were flashing with excitement.

After she got the enchanted armor, she hasn't enchanted it yet!

Although this attribute is nothing to her, she always wants to give it a try.

Zhao Yin threw Ji Xiao's body to her. Wang Chunhua caught it and closed her eyes, as if sensing how to use the enchanted armor. Then, a stream of enchantment rules spread out from the enchanted armor on her body.

Wrapping Ji Xiao's body... the body immediately transformed into a vigorous vitality, sinking into the enchanted armor on Wang Chunhua's body...

"Fun!" Wang Chunhua laughed immediately.

There was a flash of helplessness in Zhao Yin's eyes. He hesitated slightly and looked at the blue wolf on the sinkhole.

"Brother Qinglang, these are your former brothers, so don't use them to enchant!"

“It’s not the case anymore!”

There was deep sadness in the blue wolf's eyes, and he also jumped down and landed at the bottom of the sinkhole.

Qinglang took Meifeng's body, and the next moment, he also began to enchant...

His attributes broke through to the king level again!

At this moment, in the tiankeng, nearly four thousand silver-armored rebels were still standing there.

Zhao Yin was also in a state of hesitation. The yellow-armored miners he had captured earlier had now been used as food reserves for the demigod.

Should these people in silver armor be left behind to be miners, or should they be killed by Blue Wolf to vent his madness?

Just as Zhao Yin was hesitating, a middle-aged man in silver armor suddenly dropped the pickaxe in his hand.

This is an SS-level human, his abilities are not outstanding, his strongest is only A-level wood type.

When Zhao Yin thought that he was going to beg for mercy like Ji Xiao, the middle-aged man in silver armor suddenly knelt on the ground.

He looked up at the top of the sinkhole and found that he had already burst into tears without knowing when.

"The human race has been deceived and betrayed. We are ashamed of our ancestors and our crime is unforgivable!"

The middle-aged man named Hou Pan had a voice full of sadness and self-blame.

It seemed that Zhao Yin’s previous words had made him suddenly wake up.

"Hou Pan can only wash away his sins by death!"

Hou Pan suddenly drew his sword and slashed hard at his neck.

The neck was cut directly and the head rolled down.

The bright red blood was steaming... The headless corpse, still wearing the silver armor, slowly fell to the ground...

Zhao Yin was stunned.

He was used to seeing death and all kinds of tragedy.

But I have never seen anyone completely cut off his own neck...

What kind of courage and determination does this require?

At this moment, Zhao Yin also vaguely understood something.

"The high-ranking members of the Silver Armor Group all know the truth about the betrayal. Those who are still alive now are all deserving of death... but these ordinary Silver Armor Group members...!"

“Although their strength is average, perhaps some of them are deceived!”

While Zhao Yin was in a trance, another young man in silver armor, also crying, fell to his knees with a thud.

He drew out his sword and put it on his neck: "Silver Armor Li Yun, I have failed the Lord and the only option is death!"

puff!

He cut half of his neck and fell limply.

At this moment, some people are terrified, some are angry, and some are sad...

There were thousands of silver armors, and it was hard to tell which ones were deceived and which ones were truly betraying...

An old soldier, with snow-white hair, also held a sword in his hand and chopped towards his own neck.

Qinglang's pupils shrank, and he flashed in front of him, reaching out to grasp the blade.

The old soldier raised his head and looked at Qinglang: "Brother Qinglang...!"

His eyes were complicated.

Qinglang's situation is equally complicated. The veteran in front of him is an old acquaintance of his.

Because he and Qinglang came from the same ancestral world, the two had a connection.

"Uncle Qingmu, are you also deceived?"

"No!"

The old soldier shook his head: "Although I don't know, several kings died because of traitors, but I also participated in the betrayal and strangled my comrades who refused to surrender!"

The old soldier's tears fell from his eyes: "We have sinned deeply and there is no turning back."

Qinglang was silent, recalling what Shi Xiangquan and others had said before.

If Zhao Yin hadn't pointed it out, even Qinglang himself would have found it difficult to distinguish right from wrong for a moment.

He thought of the silver armor that surrounded the Glorious King.

The veteran in front of him, although deceived, had done the same thing.

"A traitor is a traitor, and he has only one choice: death!"

The veteran soldier resolutely pulled out the sword from Qinglang's hand and put it on his own neck again...Puff!

Heads rolling down...

Blood spurted all over Qinglang's face, and he stood there like a wooden sculpture.

He didn't want to see his former comrade die in such an aggrieved way...

But Qinglang couldn't tell which people were truly repentant and which were just making excuses...

If we let them go, will we become enemies of the human race in other regions?

Can we be fair to those comrades who died and refused to surrender?

"Stupidity is also a sin. You can't shirk all responsibility by saying you don't know!"

Zhao Yin stood behind Qing Lang and said in a low voice: "If you don't stand with your comrades who refuse to surrender, you are a coward!"

"Even if they didn't know they were wrong, they should have known that their comrades who refused to surrender were right. But they still wielded their butcher knives!"

"Did they really not think about this when they killed their comrades who fought side by side with them?"

"My remorse at this moment is just my confession before I die, knowing that I have reached a dead end!"

Zhao Yin was not only talking to Qinglang, but also to himself.

When a man is about to die, his heart is good.

They just had the righteousness in their chests that had not yet dissipated, so they chose a more dignified way of dying!

Human beings are complex beings, and for many things, we cannot just look at appearances.

Qinglang's eyes gradually became clear.

At this time, as the old soldiers fell, no one had the courage to commit suicide.

Inside the tiankeng, most of the men in silver armor were already kneeling on the ground, kowtowing in the direction of Zhao Yin and the others, begging for mercy.

"Why can't you walk away with some dignity?"

Qinglang's voice was hoarse, and he pointed his silver spear at the corpse of the old soldier on the ground: "Just like them, it will not be a disgrace to my human bloodline!"