Chapter 1187: People who cannot leave their names behind, time and space that can be changed
"... Let's go! I'll cover you. Don't let the monsters return to the ground."
"Remember, after you leave, everyone must defend the 200-mile battle line outside of Layer Rock!"
"The monsters underground here have been lured away by us, and the monsters on the ground are just rootless duckweed."
Thunder crashed down the cliffs, and lightning turned into bright dragons and snakes, bound by the dark beast tide.
On one side of the cliff was a four-armed Yaksha, and on the other side were the Qianyan Army, who, after being instructed, gritted their teeth, held their guns, and looked at everyone.
Everything went according to plan.
A steady stream of magical beasts were introduced and driven into the mysterious underground palace.
"Roar!" The evil spirit surged like clouds. It was ferocious and violent, with distorted postures. Big and small monsters appeared in the darkness, revealing a pair of ferocious bloodshot eyes.
They are the true superiors in the Warcraft lineage, and any one of them is thousands of times more powerful than the beast hounds that are still alive five hundred years later.
Dragons rolled over across the thousand-mile land, and lava gushed out from the abyss.
The black bloody mud burned living things, brought whispers of mental frenzy, and devoured all human souls.
The figure of the four-armed Yaksha moved rapidly, and one turned into eight. The purple thunder turned into giant palms that covered the sky and the sun, one pair, two pairs, three pairs... sixteen pairs.
"Suppress the demon!"
A giant hand containing tremendous lightning blocked all directions and suppressed them.
"Filthy monsters, so many people have died because of you!"
"I led you to the underground space because I discovered your weakness!"
"Die here with me!"
The eyes revealed on the terrifying purple Nuo mask were burning with blazing lightning. There were no whites, no pupils, only pale purple.
Bright and crazy, it brings endless thunder punishment.
More terrifying than evil spirits and more ferocious than monsters.
Black blood, flesh, internal organs, bones, scales, and sharp teeth splashed on the ground. The strange roar of the monster turned into wails. The air from the earth swirled up, pushing the cliff to crack into countless lines, and thick black mud flowed out of the dark cracks.
"boom!"
The inky black karmic energy obscured the figure of the four-armed Yaksha like a dark cloud.
"The stars are spread out, and the mighty spirit descends quickly!
"The demons are evil and all the thunder is released!"
"Capture the spirits and subdue the ghosts, and let the true Qi flow!"
"The Emperor's command cannot be delayed for long!"
Inside and outside the mysterious underground palace, Boyang, Rong Zhao and many other sorcerers chanted spells together.
The stars are shining, thunder is like the sea, and the natural energy is rotating in all directions. Rotating and circling golden spells and interweaving ancient seals flowing up and down are all over the entrance of the underground palace.
Jiang Yi's black clothes fluttered, his body was overflowing with the power of the abyss and nothingness, half of his face was covered with scales, but he still offered his big hole magic power.
Everyone made hand seals and pointed at the Taiweiyi disk floating in the air.
"Hurry, hurry—as the law commands!"
Everyone shouted loudly.
One after another, magical powers, mixed with Jiang Yi's big hole magical power, continuously flowed into the Taiwei Yipan in the underground palace.
A heavy and mysterious magical weapon of the immortals, with a gray cloud-patterned chassis and a blue spirit bead as bright as a planet in the center. A pointer of energy spreads out, pointing to the eight ancient seals on the golden outer ring, and circles of blue spiritual light spread out.
Brilliant pillars of starlight shot up into the sky, like bright stars, turning this place into a clear blue sky.
The four-armed Yaksha injected immortal power.
"The power of Huang Tian, the gods of the five directions. The Yaksha people, all hold the balance..."
Rong Zhao and his companions who remained outside the underground palace were pushed away by the force, and watched as the physical energy transformed into an enormous magic circle that separated the inside and the outside.
"I will use my body to protect the formation!"
"Seal the surface!"
A majestic and ferocious power emanated from the Nuo mask of the four-armed Yaksha. There seemed to be shadows of other Yakshas around it, temporarily replacing the gods of the five directions and closing the gates of the five directions.
Huangtian Emperor Que, the ancestor of all immortals.
The emperor's chariot moves with the stars.
Use the instrument as evidence to determine reincarnation and death.
The power of heaven and earth seals the sky and locks the earth, and the vast magic circle like stars and flowers blooming continues to spread.
"...Yaksha clan!"
“…We should fight for this world.”
The four-armed Yaksha exhausted his strength and lowered his eyes. He looked down and saw a figure falling.
he is……
Yasha found that he couldn't remember the other person's name.
The black feathers bring out the fine scales, the face is like jade, the hair is flowing, and the jade crown has been dyed black.
Jiang Yi closed his eyes. The power of the abyss and nothingness surged around him. Suppressed by space, the poisonous wind and clouds that spread out corrupted everything.
Then, the smoldering abyss fire melted through the space, and the purple and black colors turned into the most ominous filth.
"Brother Jiang Yi..." Boyang looked at Jiang Yi who fell into the monster tide, causing many powerful monsters to subconsciously avoid him.
The other party's identity is a mystery, his origins are a mystery, but he is undoubtedly on the side of humanity.
……
The seal was completed and everyone stayed underground.
The Qianyan Army searched day and night and confirmed that the ferocious beasts were severely restricted after entering the underground palace, as if they were corroded by some force.
Boyang and a Qianyan soldier carried the unconscious Jiang Yi on a stretcher.
The scales on the opponent's body, like those of the twisted monsters, had been corroded by some kind of force. The power that had been spreading out was now completely restrained, but there was naturally a heavy aura on the body, which made the surrounding dark monsters hesitate when attacking, giving them the opportunity to kill it.
They didn't know why Jiang Yi had such a strong power of the abyss, but no one regarded Jiang Yi as a monster.
During the battle, some soldiers were wounded, some were sacrificed, and some were lost in a trance and got separated from the main force and never returned.
However, the number of ferocious beasts was decreasing just like them.
The four-armed Yaksha worked tirelessly day and night to clear out the beast tide.
"...Will the ferocious beast disappear just like that?" someone asked.
No one answered.
Everyone was moving deeper into the underground palace.
The restraining force on ferocious beasts there is stronger and it is far away from the seal.
Someone took out a clock and watched it over and over again.
The whispered discussions suddenly revealed a strange phenomenon.
Some said it had been more than ten days, some said only three days, and some said more than forty days...
"I want to go home!" Someone couldn't help but speak, and everyone fell silent.
I want to go home, but I can't.
They looked at the team whose numbers were dwindling.
I don't want to argue anymore, how much time has passed, who is right, who is wrong.
Walking in silence.
"Lord Boyang, do you have paper and pen?" a soldier suddenly asked.
"Yes!" Boyang said.
Although he couldn't go back, both the letter home and the last words were a thought that kept him from collapsing, so he handed over a pen and paper.
Some soldiers began to write, and those who could not write had their brothers next to them help them write.
"I asked Lord Boyang to borrow paper and pen to write a letter home, but I didn't know what to write..." The writer suddenly laughed at himself, thinking that this letter would never be seen by anyone.
He hesitated for a long time and wrote: "...I hope everyone in my hometown is doing well. I miss my daughter very much."
"Although dying to protect others and pursue what you want is indeed a good thing. However, if you think about it carefully, it is just like a fish diving into a deep pool or a bird falling into a deep valley."
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the blood in the cavity brought a strong taste of rust.
The severe pain woke him up and he looked at the words he had written.
There were faint whispers in my ears, murmuring continuously.
He couldn't help but write again.
"Although it can achieve self-satisfaction, it is unknown to the public and will eventually be forgotten. We mortals are like a feather caught in a tornado, drifting and falling into the deep space."
"So-called salvation and so-called perseverance are nothing but meaningless things!"
He beat himself, tore up the letters he had written, and threw them into the fire.
The whispers around him shook his heart silently.
A person who cannot leave a name.
He covered his face and cried.
Then, rewrite it, writing only the initial paragraph.
Next to him, someone asked him to help write a letter.
He adjusted his mood and forced a smile.
"I am writing this for Brother Hu Lan. I hope his family is well. If it weren't for this incident, I would have wanted to go back to celebrate the Lantern Festival."
"Daughter of Qiaoyan and Liulijingsha, please don't cry for me."
"I was born in the shadow of Tianheng, and I fight to repay the kindness of the Rock King."
Hu Lan slowly spoke the words she wanted to write.
These words should actually have been spoken on that night, when the night wind was howling and it was the night of farewell.
But the night wind interrupted his words, and he finally left silently only a small flower for his daughter, as a memorial in case he was forgotten one day.
The long hours of fighting with the dark monsters and the lofty ambitions of rushing into the rocky abyss reappeared before his eyes.
"The Yaksha, trusting his life to the four-armed man, walks towards the abyss of fluorescence. The shadowy road of the dark cave, the crystal stone of the suspended rugged rock palace."
"The filthy tides rising from the abyss, the twisted demons lurking at the bottom of the mountains. All the horrors and the unbelievable things will not frighten me."
He held the spear and wanted to stand in front of his grown-up daughter like a hero and tell her about his magnificent experiences and his fearless spirit.
Your father is a hero.
only……
Even heroes have fears.
The ink used to write talismans stained the paper.
"The only thing I fear is being forgotten and lost. If misfortune buries me in an unknown place, please don't forget me..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qianyanjun, who was writing for him, burst into silent tears again.
This family letter is suitable for any member of the Qianyan Army.
Qian Yanjun, who missed his hometown and his relatives, either leaned against the cliff or sat on the ground, writing letters home over and over again. He was never satisfied with what he had written several times, but the amount of paper was limited.
They only make choices and write limited words.
Jiang Yi lay quietly on the stretcher, and the accessories on his body were integrated into his body at some point.
No one noticed, and they didn't remember that he had talismans, immortal spirits, or water bottles on him...
Some of Qianyan’s soldiers were missing fingers, but they were still struggling to write letters with their crippled hands.
"Hu Lan's daughter is two years old this year, and Qing Ming brothers' grandmother is very old, and they are both very concerned about their family. Although I am a single person..." He sighed.
"No one doesn't want to go home. But those of us who stay here are also considered family to each other."
The roar of the ferocious beast interrupted everyone's thoughts.
Thunder and gunlight rose up in an instant.
"kill!"
He dropped the letter in his hand and let it go with the wind.
The Qianyan Army's eyes were red and they roared and killed.
"A thousand rocks are strong and a thousand peaks are immovable."
"To defend the city with military armor, to quell demons and evil spirits."
The never-forgotten motto turned into a thriving military force.
Keep going forward and never regret!
not regret!
The dark abyss where light and darkness are entangled is difficult to resist for long even with the strength of Yaksha, and the Thousand Rocks Army was scattered by the attacks of the ferocious beasts.
The four-armed Yaksha also fell into madness, with karma gnawing at his heart.
