Chapter 51

When the Demon Flies or the Nurgle Demon Fly Knights had just left the front line of the Nurgle Demon Army, the light of the bombardment began to flicker again - the anti-aircraft fire accurately struck the Nurgle Air Force, and a large number of Nurgle demons were burned in the flames like a torrential rain. Falling towards the dirty ground.

"Air forces, continue the charge, land forces, attack and advance."

Listening to the short screams of the Nurgle monsters that kept coming in the wind of plague, listening to the Great Unclean Ones who were watching the war and not joining the battle - even the grandfather god's murmurs of dissatisfaction with himself. Mortarion, who understood that this battle was won and that the result would be a 'classic Imperial victory', felt that his heart began to sink faintly. At the same time, the answer he had been avoiding just now became more and more obvious in his heart. Make it clear...

"Is my current opponent really him? If it is really him, then was he already there at that time?"

——————————————The dividing line among hammer guys——————————————————

"This...Nurgle's troops were bombed so badly."

"There's something wrong with this style of play. It was covered by a large square formation without even covering it up. Leng rushed over from the front - and then stepped into the shooting range and was hit all over the head. Still didn't adjust his tactics, and continued F2A——Isn’t he afraid that his loving father will be displeased if he sends too many units?”

Since there is no need to fight at the moment, the God's Choice, who is sitting under one of the commissar's vehicles in a very un-Astartes manner, can't help but sigh with emotion as he pulls the combat information board in front of him with his finger.

"If he doesn't fight like this, it's hard to use other ways of playing. There are too many Nurgle demons under his command this time, and he doesn't support micro-management at all. Moreover, the ground around us has been burned to a white ground. In theory, those Nurgle things can't be bypassed. It's quite time-consuming and labor-intensive, so from a subspace perspective, it might be better to just F2A. After all, the messy winds of plague lingering around Nurgle Demons can help them defend against long-range attacks, and they are also thick-skinned. The word for having a lot of blood, assuming that the shells blasted out by our vehicles are normal material shells, it is the Emperor's blessing that these few waves of shelling can take away a bunch of plague zombies - it's really too fancy, with the Nurgle Demon, it's better than a disaster movie. The mobility of a disaster movie will most likely lead to an end in which a tiger cannot turn into a dog.”

Egg used the advantage of the Grenadier's chess piece to quickly analyze the battlefield combined with the characteristics of the Nurgle Demon, and came to the conclusion that "Mortarion's style of play does not have much problem."

"Indeed, from the very beginning, Mortarion's tactics were very clear. He used a large number of Nurgle miscellaneous units as cannon fodder and bait. Mid-to-high-end Nurgle psychic units combined with those Nurgle demon engines and war weapons continued to attack us. The position carried out a push-type suppressive artillery bombardment - his biggest mistake was that he did not recognize that the first wave of shooting was biased towards decoys. As a result, the general layout of his military formation was immediately seen by Senior Sister Fei, who immediately took advantage of the targeted firepower. cover."

Because I considered that if I used the Advent Body of the Forbidden Army to coordinate with the Curse when the battle officially started, I switched the Advent Body to my Legendary Shadow Sword Commander, and temporarily stayed with my Castle Lord Chess Pieces and other units. The political commissar sister at the rear raised her head slightly, looking at another line of fire across the sky, smacking her lips at Ferus's precise battlefield control ability - she guessed that there must be some money in the support that Big E was going to send them. After Senior, the Hammers did nothing but entrust the command of a lot of vehicles to Senior Fei through Big E, and the Primarch of the Iron Hands did not live up to the expectations of the Hammers. , using the Hammer Guys' vehicles to dismantle Mortarion's entire tactics in a few clicks - especially the first three waves of strikes directly destroyed most of the long-range firepower operations of the Nurgle Plague Army, which can be called Art!

"However, at this relative speed, Lao Mo's troops will soon be attached to our real front line of defense, right?"

Abathur, who was observing the situation in Warhammer, said this - it is true that without the long-range firepower equivalent to the Hammermen's troops, Mortarion's troops will suffer huge casualties every time they advance, but Nurgle's troops The number is so terrifying that they are still approaching unstoppably, approaching...

"Warhammer wars are like this. Long-range strikes can hardly be the decisive factor. The final victory or defeat is often decided by sword and fire - of course, before engaging in battle..."

Liang Feifan, who still maintained the descendant body of the Gray Knight Paladin, raised the weapon in his hand, locked it forward, and then pulled the trigger hard. A blue and white energy ball with a slight golden light roared out, sending a large piece at the end. The Nurgle daemon ahead was sent back to reincarnation in the warp.

"We still have enough time to 'not talk about martial ethics'."

36. The Battle of Nurgle's Garden - a stalemate battlefield

Ferrus Manus, Primarch of the Iron Hands Legion, was one of the loyal Primarchs who fell during the Heresy.

At the moment when his neck was severed by his friend, Gorgon of the Medusa planet thought that his duty had been forced to come to an end. However, when he was ready to embrace the eternal silence, A golden light brought Ferus to a splendid palace. In this 'afterlife' that he had never seen before, Ferus saw many imperial warriors who had died long ago, and even met this person. The owner of the palace——

A golden shadow, his father's... shadow.

"I see."

from this way

After knowing part of the truth hidden behind the empire's truth from the shadow, Ferus was not angry, nor did he question it, nor was he frustrated because everything he originally believed was actually a sophisticated lie. The steel giant silently shouldered the responsibilities after his death, and led the heroic souls after death into a war that could never end. It is true that the promise his father had made to him had been dissipated, and the rational future of mankind was even more uncertain. Already falling into the laughter of the hungry gods, the empire, which was originally an emergency measure, has become full of loopholes due to the wash of time, and in some places even seems crazier than Chaos. However, Ferus knew that even if there was no hope, even if the future was dim, as long as the human race still existed in the galaxy, he would do his best to open up a road - even if the end of the road was a bottomless cliff.

And today, Ferus, who was called to the battlefield by his father's power, was shocked to find that the inevitable fate set by the dark gods for mankind seemed to have been pried open?

——————————————The dividing line of the battlefield————————————————————

Above the battlefield, thick fog spreads.

Although Ferrus's ingenious command and perfect calculation allowed the Hammermen's long-range fire vehicle units to successfully exert a lethality beyond the Hammermen's expectations, Mortarion summoned from Nurgle's Corrupted Gardens The number of Nurgle demons that came was so great. Therefore, despite suffering all kinds of heavy losses, the frontline troops of the Nurgle Plague Army still managed to make contact with the chess pieces of the Hammermen at the front after withstanding more than ten rounds of artillery attacks - and when the troops of both sides officially At the moment of collision, the sky and the earth, which had become a battlefield of chaos, were silent for almost a second, and then...

A sudden torrent of Nurgle's corruption!

In an instant, the plague spread everywhere, the poisonous rain poured down, the decay spread, and the clouds of plague fell low - the grandfather god who saw the rotten troops in his garden successfully engaging the invaders did not hesitate to take action, killing the children who had been burning him. The golden power suppressed and pushed away, and at the same time, he quickly repaired the physical defects of his children and healed the wounds in their souls. In the blink of an eye, the morale of the Nurgle Plague Army suddenly exploded to a terrifying level. level!

that is......

"?"

With the "generous help" of the great loving father who had been watching the battlefield, the demons of Nurgle, who were angered by the previous artillery attack, waved the rusty or rotten ones on their hands, stained with Nurgle. The poisonous twisted weapons in the garden couldn't wait to send them into the bodies of subspace beings that stood in front of them and looked the same as ordinary mortals, hoping to spread the gifts from their loving father - rushing to the front. Several of the Great Unclean Ones were wielding rusty swords with their right hands and ringing rotten bells with their left hands, trying to spread as many blessings as possible. However, within three seconds of the engagement, these Nurgle demons discovered something was wrong with their opponents. The place.

Why do these things not show any trace on the body after they are blessed by the power of the loving Father? Why do these things leave no trace of their souls at all after they are destroyed? Why...?

Before these "one devil takes the lead", the Great Unclean Ones use their thinking 'organs', which are essentially a bunch of corrupt things, and are driven by their own dark souls to figure out the problems that arise before them. , the chess pieces destroyed by the Nurgle demons suddenly turned into balls of tumbling golden flames, and they were stained with the Nurgle demons closest to them with lightning speed, burning like maggots on the tarsal bones. Burning the essence of these decayed things - in just a few breaths, the Nurgle demons at the front were dead and seriously injured, and a golden wall of flames also took the opportunity to rise from the ground. , firmly blocking the spreading corruption of Nurgle - although the Grandfather God wanted to use his power again to open a way for his children, the crazy increase in the intensity of the war in the other three directions forced him to give up this idea.

"Really soulless?"

Of course, Mortarion, who did not care about the loss of these Nurgle demons at all, did not notice the embarrassing situation of the grandfather god - in fact, after judging that his opponent might be one of his dead brothers, Babaru Si's God of Death has always been in a dreamy state - this state made him a little absent-minded when he floated to the front line to harvest ordinary chess units. It was not until the golden flames burned his body that he cleared away the messy thoughts in his heart. Throwing things out, he started fighting with concentration, but with such concentration, Mortarion also discovered the strangeness of these opponents, and - he further revealed the reason for the strangeness!

"No soul? How is it possible! Everything in the subspace operates based on the soul! Even a stone, a puddle, or a fallen leaf has its own soul! Soulless things are impossible in the subspace exist!"

Hearing Mortarion's words as if talking to himself, the Great Unclean One, who had just had three fingers of his right hand blown off by the explosion of a Krieg Death Engineer chess piece when he was about to die, suddenly said, They screamed in astonishment - they, ordinary unclean beings, were not qualified to visit the great and loving father's hut at will, and naturally they had no idea that their great and loving father had realized something was wrong with these intruders.

"That's the truth, they do appear in front of us, they do burn the shells of you stupid things. I would have

I told you that witchcraft and magic cannot explain everything in the warp. Only numbers can perfectly explain everything. "

Motarion answered the Great Unclean One's "surprise" hoarsely, while gently rotating the sickle to chop several Cadian soldiers around him into golden fireballs. He raised his hand and locked several Krieg soldiers who were charging towards him in the distance with the Dark Lantern. A green energy bomb blasted them into sparks. As a demon primarch, Barbarus's death god did not crave souls like the conventional warp demons. Therefore, after confirming that there was indeed a thing called "anti-warp witchcraft common sense" in front of him, Mortarion was even a little excited.

-It was a little less excited than knowing that Typhons was only one breath away from being completely annihilated not long ago.

Of course, the Pale King's excitement did not last long - accompanied by several brilliant golden lights suddenly bursting in the Nurgle demon group, the elite troops of the Hammer, led by Liang Feifan's Grey Knight Paladin squad, under the command of Ferrus, accurately landed near some important units of Nurgle demons, and waved the battle blade spears that spread the Emperor's wrath - the flames of revenge rose, and several Nurgle demons who led key demon troops or supported key psychic energy turned into ashes without even having time to scream. When Mortarion wanted to adjust the formation, he found that these raiders appeared accurately in other places - there was even a round of fire cover.

"You are worthy of you, my brother. "

After flapping his wings again and flying up, he casually used his weapons to knock down several shells flying towards him into sparks. Without caring that he had now become a mockery, Mortarion stepped on a group of plague insects and silently looked down at the array of demons under his command. He could clearly see that his line layout had been completely disrupted, and his anticipated emergency plan had been targeted - his brother did not leave him any room for maneuver, and his Nurgle army was being divided and cut off - yes, Nurgle demons are tough and full of vitality, but on the battlefield of this great game, they are not much better than real mortals.

"All troops, abandon all formations and charge forward. "

After a brief thought, Mortarion decisively came up with the best solution to the current situation - he knew Ferrus's art of command too well, and the command in the warp was not delayed like in real combat, and it seemed that his opponent would not have any "morale" problems at the moment - therefore, turning the Nurgle army into a random punch, and beating them madly and without rules was his only way out. Although this way would bring him closer to the "empire-style victory", however, using other methods, there was no possibility of victory at all!

"Is this your choice? Mortarion? Give up all rationality and hope that "chaos" can lead you to victory?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in Mortarion's ears, and in contrast to this voice, there were thousands of Nurgle demons dying howling, the halo of dusk enveloped the demon array, and Mortarion's familiar yet unfamiliar people had already killed in front of him.

"Ah... It's you, I thought the first person to challenge me would be my stupid brother. "

Looking at the Dusk Raiders in front of him, wearing the power armor of the oldest 14th Legion, sprayed with the same colors and emblems as when he first met them, Mortarion's eyes hidden behind the mask were dazed for a moment, and a feeling that he had long forgotten rose up from the depths of his corrupt and dirty soul. This feeling was so weird and real that Mortarion couldn't help but give up floating in the air, shouted back those around him who wanted to continue - well, the Nurgle demons without order had already avoided this group of evil stars far away - and slowly landed in front of these warriors who had once been loyal to him.

"Now you are completely unqualified to fight Lord Ferrus - the father of genes! Look at what you have become? You have become the thing you once told us you hate the most! "

Before Garro could finish Mortarion's words, a Dusk Raider walked out of the array and shouted at his genetic father. However, after hearing the accusation of his offspring, Mortarion just chuckled.

"I just changed my form, but you have crossed that line and become a puppet of witchcraft - my brother, Ferrus Manus, must be a monster like you?"

"When I was with you on the Endurance before, why didn't I find that you actually had the legendary characteristics of a creature from Ancient Terra? From the moment you chose to betray the Emperor, the Legion, and your own oath to join Chaos, you have been corrupted - escaping cannot change your current essence in the slightest, Mortarion. "

Because there was indeed a bit of twisted logic in what Mortarion said, when the Dusk Raider who had attacked Mortarion didn't know how to answer, Garro pulled the topic back in time - of course, Mortarion was successfully angered by Garro's words and almost raised his scythe.

"What about you? On Terra, you betrayed me, the Legion, and the Great - you did not join my immortality, but willingly knelt to another thing that was essentially a warp - what is the difference between you and me? "

"I never

There is no denying that I have become a creature of witchcraft, the father of genes. "

Speaking of words that slightly changed the expression under Mortarion's hood, Garro sighed and awakened his sword, causing the blue-gold light to wander on it. Then, he stared fearlessly into the depths of Mortarion's hood.

"But, Mortarion, I still abide by my original oath. I still fight for the Emperor, for the Empire, and for humanity. After I became like this, I spent my time in wars with the enemies of humanity anytime and anywhere - and you, what are you fighting for now?"

"Because you killed Typhons like that, I was going to give you a chance to return to my command and become my glorious right-hand man again. Now it seems that you don't want this opportunity - on Terra, I can kill you once, so here, I can kill you again. This time, I won't give you a chance to rise again. "

Completely enraged by Garro's words, Mortarion swung his sickle and slashed at Garro heavily, but what answered him was the light of Garro's sword and the sound of the Dusk Raiders firing.

"Zi-boom!!!" "

Thirty-seven. Battle of Nurgle's Garden (Final) - The Garden of Flames

Garro, former captain of the Seventh Company of the Death Guard, a Space Marine from Terra, a Knight-Errant.

Motarion, Lord of the Death Guard, the Death of Barbarus, a demon primarch under Nurgle.

In this turbid and changeable warp, under the wielding of these two who were once close friends but are now mortal enemies, the battle on Terra reappeared in the chaos. Thousands of years after the two legendary weapons "Silence" and "Freedom" in the real world, they finally collided again. Nurgle's plague swept violently, and the Emperor's sacred wrath rose and fell. The crystal thread of fate rose and fell with the trembling of the two weapons - on the brass skull seat, the Blood God poked his head slightly. Deep in the Palace of Pleasure, Slaanesh screamed excitedly.

"How foolish you are to be so self-indulgent. "

Mortarion's hoarse voice penetrated the buzzing swarm of Nurgle, rubbing Garro's soul like the worst sandpaper. Barbarus's Death easily blocked the Ranger Knight's slash, and at the same time had the spare power to flap his wings to bounce back the projectiles flying towards him - when the bombs or other things flew back in front of the Dusk Raiders, they were all dyed into an ominous rotten green.

"..."

Garro did not respond to his Primarch's provocation. He took a deep and steady breath, feeling the power of Mortarion transmitted back from his blade, stabilizing his legs, keeping his feet firmly on the ground, and resisting the slash from Barbarus's Death God - the golden fire leaped wildly on his body and the blade, devouring the plague, killing the swarm, burning the silent blade, and also "burning" Mortarion's eyeballs.

"Is this your current power? You could have been stronger!"

After a stalemate with Garro for almost three seconds, Mortarion, who felt that he would definitely have the upper hand, turned on the taunting mode while shaking his wings violently, rolling up two tornadoes filled with warm and decayed mist, making the mist around him and Garro begin to become worse and thicker. As the mist rose, the tentacles of Nurgle's plague climbed onto Garro's instep, and the voice of the Lord of All Things began to linger in Garro's ears - this fair dark god who loved all life endured the four heart-piercing pains that were being inflicted on him, and promised the Ranger Knight that as long as he was willing to throw himself into his arms, he would be willing to give him a favor that surpassed that of Typhons - even if he just wanted to lie still, the Father of Plague would tolerate his behavior, because the Grandfather God loved him and hoped to give him real peace.

Then, Garro's answer to Nurgle was -

A golden rush that spread out from his body, purifying all nearby Nurgle pollution. Shockwave!

"You refused the last chance, Nathaniel, just like you refused to stand by my side that year..."

Although he was shocked by the power from 'Him' and took a big step back, his hands holding the sickle trembled slightly because of the impact of the power, and there were several burn marks on the corrupted armor he was wearing. However, the Pale King, who felt that there was no problem with his condition, just gently stirred his power, and let himself float in the air several feet above the ground in an 'anti-gravity' posture. He lowered his head slightly and stared at Garro, who was as stable as a mountain, but the flames on his body dimmed a little bit. The demon primarch could see that Garro's form had become slightly unstable because of the energy explosion just now.

"I am loyal to the Emperor, the Empire, and humanity first, and then to you, Mortarion. From the moment you chose to betray, it was destined that we could no longer go the same way. As for the things behind you? "

Under the gaze of his own Primarch, Garro made a very un-Ranger-like move. He cleared his throat and forcefully spat something like spit onto the Nurgle carpet at Mortarion's feet. With the sound of something being eroded and the rise of white smoke, the twisted life at Mortarion's feet quickly withered. The fact that he was insulted by his own offspring began to devour the little sanity in his soul.

"I will bury your soul forever in the Mercy within three moves.

In the Father's Garden, Nathaniel - you don't need to regret now, because in the future, you will have endless time to regret your sins today. "

Motarion swung his scythe hard again, slashing at Garro in an absolutely open and fierce manner, and the answer he got from Garro was a chuckle.

"Huh? ”

——————————————————Dividing line of Nurgle’s Great Demon——————————————————

Ku’gath is very sad now.

Although Nurgle’s chief great demon usually appears extremely sad, now Ku’gath feels that he has broken through the defense in the sense of the warp.

It’s nothing but his friend, his ally, the demon primarch Mortarion, who currently leads a demon army of seven times seven times seven Great Unclean Ones, actually chose to use the simplest and most brutal method to fight with the guys under the command of the guys who were previously collectively called ‘the cursed’ by the demons, who even the demons of Tzeentch may not know how to call them now, and easily caused the eternal death of hundreds of thousands - no, it’s hard to say whether it’s millions of brothers. He himself put on an "I don’t care" look, and fought with a bunch of things that Ku’gath wanted to hide from, and he was obviously enjoying it. ——He didn’t care that the grandfather god, who had been suffering from the pain caused by the four forces, would cry from time to time because of the deaths on the battlefield he was responsible for, and the entire Nurgle Garden was gloomy. The Nurgle beasts were limp and had no energy, the Nurgle spirits looked at each other, the Nurgle flies flew blindly and disorderly, and even the most carefree Nurgle toads...

Looked to be staggering!

Moreover, for Kugath, this matter had another worse problem, a problem that was closely related to himself-because of Mortarion’s poor magic vein relationship, a considerable part of the magic army he assembled was found by Kugath through his own relationship veins for Mortarion. If these great unclean friends of his suffered heavy losses due to Mortarion’s operation...

Although Rotigus was weakened by Typhons’s affairs, his father was still watching them!

“No, I have to go to the front line to help. "

After briefly sketching the consequences of Mortarion's defeat in his soul, Kugath felt a chill in his soul, even though he was the chief demon of Nurgle and theoretically could not be devoured by the plague. So, in order to prevent his worst guess from becoming a reality, Kugath decisively packed up a bunch of bottles and jars, brought his personal demon soldiers, let the Nurglings lift his favorite sedan chair, and personally rushed to the battlefield - the Great Unclean One knew that his move would definitely displease Mortarion, but it had no choice.

However...

When Kugath, with the help of his Nurglings, drove the plague wind of the Nurg Garden and rushed to the battlefield at the fastest speed, a series of golden electric lights transmitted by the Terminators firmly blocked its possibility of stepping further into the depths of the battlefield. Before Kugath could complain loudly, the voice of the Primarch of the Iron Hands came into the ears of the Great Unclean One with a burning sensation.

"Nurgle's filthy creation - your opponent is me. "

——————————————————Mortarion's dividing line————————————————————

Swinging the scythe again and again.

Mobilizing the power of the great father again and again.

Pulling the trigger again and again.

The demon primarch named Mortarion is still fighting, still continuing a duel that he thought could have ended long ago - there are more burn marks on the armor he is wearing, and even a few obvious sword marks. The vicious plague cloud rolling on his huge scythe is now thinner than at the beginning, and the plague insect swarm flying behind him has been damaged by more than half - the rotten ulcers growing on the ground under his feet have long disappeared, replaced by pure white.

Pure white as if there is nothing.

"Is this the power you get after selling out everything and betraying everything? Mortarion? How many moves have you made now? The tenth move, or the twentieth move? "

Galo of the Dusk Raider was still fighting, although he looked broken, the double-headed eagle on his chest was full of cracks, his right shoulder armor was missing, and only half of his left hand guard was left, revealing the golden body inside - except for the free sword in his hand, which was still surrounded by blue light and the wrath of the Emperor.

"But you are about to lose, Garo - I have prepared a tomb for your soul, an eternal tomb."

Motarion used his skinny hands to stabilize his scythe to prevent it from being knocked off balance by Garo's counterattack, and took a deep breath at the same time - this instinctive behavior of the living has long been forgotten in the soul of the Pale Lord, but now, the Death God of Barbarus needs to use this action to force himself to return his attention to the collision of the blades.

"Really? Are you so sure that you can take my soul from 'Him'? With your courage that doesn't even dare to face 'His' flames? "

Although he was covered in wounds, Garo's sword moves were still steady, and the sword light of the Ranger Knight was no longer filthy in the air.

The golden winds rolled up one after another, forcing the demonic original body of the Death Guard, forcing him to continuously use stronger and heavier attacks - the swords and sickles kept hitting each other, and the collision sound turned into a sound in the subspace. Rolling thunder.

finally.......

In the process of retreating after another collision, Garro, who was already at the end of his strength, revealed a fatal flaw. Of course, this flaw was captured by Mortarion, who had been looking for a way to end the existence of his heir again with one blow. , the Death God of Barbarus raised his scythe high, split the remaining fog in the air, and slashed hard at Garro's chest - the powerful power of the devil's original body swung away Garro's hastily intercepted power sword, and he was stunned. It cut into the position where the knight errant's heart should be, and firmly suppressed it on the ground - just like before, just like the battle on Terra.

"As you can see, He cannot keep you."

Seeing the power of the great and loving father begin to circulate on Gallo's body, Mortarion's face under the hood finally showed his first smile since the war began. He stirred his scythe harder in order to let It can penetrate deeper into the soul of his own heir - he wants to take Gallo's soul away, and he has arranged a cemetery for the soul of the knight errant - an eternal tomb in the festering fungus next to his rotting hut. .

"Um???"

Suddenly, a strange, unprecedented feeling swept into Mortarion's heart, causing the demon primarch to involuntarily twitch his weapon, spread his wings, and quickly move away from the body that should have been lost at the highest speed. Garro had lost his fighting power - and his judgment was undoubtedly correct - when the Nurgle corrosion given to Garro by Mortarion infected every inch of Garro's body, the knight errant's body showed no signs of it. It turned into a blazing fireball!

"Ha-is this your ending? He actually wants to use such a trick to hurt me?"

Mortarion, who easily figured out the 'reason' why Gallo became like this after being killed by him, had just let out a short laugh, and Gallo's deep voice caused his movements to press the stop button - -The soul of the knight errant did not dissipate, but shone brightly in this fire. But, how is this possible? He obviously has already! ! !

"It's really sad. Now you can't even tell whether your opponent has been defeated - where did the God of Death of Barbarus go?"

Standing in the flames, Garro stared at Mortarion's movements with his pupils, and at the same time, he was secretly shocked by the power the Emperor had given him this time - just now, he had actually prepared for the worst outcome. However, the scattered body on his body turned into the purest power, firmly supporting his soul again - even Jia Luo could clearly hear the purest emotions surging in the hearts of his comrades. , hear what they crave most!