Long live, long live, long live humanity!
Long live, this was the blessings from the bottom of everyone's heart. As humans, they hoped that their civilization would be able to continue on for tens of thousands of years.
Their voices were like huge waves, unceasing and unending.
A strong will that was as immovable as a mountain could be sensed.
This kind of will was boundless and limitless, able to break through the sky, shake the earth, and move the mountains and seas …
The Star Battle Marshal pressed his hand down again, silencing their voices as he spoke again.
"Although we obtained a strategic victory, we mustn't forget our comrades who sacrificed themselves in the war. They gave up their precious lives for the continuation of our civilization. They are courageous and fearless heroes, but they are also martyrs that can't be forgotten! Even if they die in the future, their spirits will remain eternal and will be with all of us … "
As he spoke, the Star Battle Marshal's voice grew increasingly heavy and forceful, containing the power to shake the hearts of everyone.
Everyone fell silent, no one made any strange sounds. There was a deep silence as everyone reminisced the past. Their expressions were solemn and there were even people who were silently shedding tears.
Among those martyrs who sacrificed themselves, there were their friends, relatives, brothers, sisters, lovers …
Compared to the vast population of the entire universe, these were just pale numbers. But now that things had come to an end, they couldn't help but feel sorrow in their hearts.
In the thousands of years of war, humanity had truly sacrificed too much. Faint sounds of sobbing rang out, filled with an indescribable sense of sorrow.
There was sorrow and joy in the human world. At this moment, it was vividly displayed.
The expressions on everyone's faces were solemn, reflecting their respect for the martyrs. However, there were even more people with cold and stern expressions in their eyes. It was an undisguised killing intent, a desire for revenge that would not rest until one of them was dead.
In this war, even blood had been drained, let alone tears.
What was left was the strong will that wouldn't bend no matter what. If they didn't kill all their enemies, they wouldn't rest.
The hearts of people could be used!
When Feng Lin sensed this strong will, he increasingly understood how strong humans were. This wasn't because they were born strong, nor was it because of science and technology. Rather, it was the strength of their hearts.
No matter what difficulties and dangers they experienced, they wouldn't waver in the slightest.
This will could shake the heavens and earth, and nothing could block it.
No matter what setbacks, as long as they couldn't be killed completely, as long as they could catch their breaths, they would become even stronger!
"Now, we will announce the casualty data and the name list of the martyrs!" The Star Battle Marshal's tone was heavy. Everyone held their breaths.
"The death rate of the final battle is 71.3%, the heavy injury rate is 15.9%, the light injury rate is 9.1% …
Not even one out of ten remained. Not even one out of ten remained.
The intensity of the battle was beyond anyone's imagination.
These people were all the most outstanding elites among the human cultivators. Even the numbers were dripping with blood. With such heavy losses, even the Star Battle Marshal felt his heart aching.
"We humans will never coexist with the Spirit Race!" His voice was filled with hatred as he gritted his teeth.
Everyone's eyes turned red when they heard this, and they gritted their teeth so hard that they almost broke.
The deaths of their compatriots made them sad and hateful, but they also rejoiced at the fact that they had survived.
No matter what, he was still alive!
Feng Lin also had a solemn expression on his face.
Only after personally experiencing this battle did he truly understand the true plight of mankind.
It was truly a precarious situation. The slightest mistake would result in the extinction of their entire race.
From the perspective of the humans, this was a battle that involved the fate of all races.
If the Great Wall University was breached, once the spirit race penetrated deep into the Milky Way Galaxy, they would immediately spread out and become a calamity that would plague the entire interstellar space.
But to the Spirit Race that spanned over ten star systems, this was merely a branch of the Spirit Race.
Just this alone was enough to pose such a huge threat to humanity.
If the entire Spirit Race came, that would truly be terrifying.
This wasn't a simple guess. It was a very possible future.
The Spirit Race was a formless lifeform that represented the negative energy of the universe. They were naturally on opposite sides to humans who had material bodies. This was an unresolvable enmity between them.
Once humanity revealed the slightest sign of defeat, the Spirit Race would definitely come and devour humanity in one fell swoop.
A momentary victory wasn't enough to protect them forever.
Ultimately, humans were still too weak.
Feng Lin could feel this point.
Not only was strength extremely important to him, who was still weak, but it was also incomparably important to the human race.
Humanity didn't lack experts, but what they lacked was someone who could suppress the entire race …
God!
In this era where strength belonged to oneself, the number of races, the number of battleships, and the size of a star region weren't the most important.
The continuation of a race would often be determined by their combat prowess or technology.
According to the information obtained from the battles with other extraterrestrial races.
Gods controlled the laws of the universe and had an undying nature. They had the ability to open up a space that could be called a divine country or a heavenly realm.
The Gods themselves represented a race.
As long as a god wasn't destroyed, a race wouldn't be destroyed!
And this was precisely what humanity lacked.
If a race was destroyed, how could an individual survive alone?
The dark universe was like an incomparably gigantic monster that could devour all weak individuals and races until not even dregs remained.
No matter how high one's cultivation was, if one couldn't become a god, it would all be for naught!
Feng Lin's eyes turned deep as his gaze gradually turned incomparably resolute.
"Now, announce the identities of those martyrs!" The Star Battle Marshal announced loudly.
"Li Tianjiao, from the Huaxia Star Republic's Taiji Planet; Wu Leshan, from the Freedom Federation's Capital Star; Canberra Rado, from the Europa Alliance's British Star System …"
Many interstellar warriors from different star regions and countries in the Milky Way Galaxy were announced. Their origins and identities were all different, and they weren't born in the same year, month, or month. But there was one similarity …
They died in the same year, month, and month!
All of them were buried in the final battlefield.
No matter what, with the companions of the same race, these people wouldn't feel lonely after they died, right?
As the names were read out one by one, the A.I. of the Great Wall University would project numerous silhouettes floating in the air. Their faces and voices were vivid and lifelike, as though they were real. Their appearances when they were alive appeared before everyone.
A commotion broke out in the public square, and there would occasionally be sobs. These were all their kin and friends. Now that they saw them again, they were already worlds apart. Such pain made it hard for them to breathe.
They revealed a bone-deep hatred for the spirit race, as well as hatred for themselves for being weak.
The cruel universe, the dark forest. Without strength, you could only be trampled on by others.
They were meat on someone else's chopping block.
At this moment, they had an incomparable thirst for strength. They wanted to be strong enough to wipe out the detestable spirit race. Everyone was no exception.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
On the public square, numerous gigantic metal towers rose up from the ground, reaching a height of a thousand meters. Densely packed names were written on them, and each name belonged to a martyr who had sacrificed himself in the war between races.
The metal towers were memorials to humanity's martyrs.
"Martyrs and heroes, eternal glory! Recite the sacrificial rites together with me! "The Star Battle Marshal started to recite. Everyone followed suit.
The voices gradually converged into one, leaving behind only a single voice.
"The brilliant universe, the spirit of the land, the outstanding talents; constantly striving to become stronger is a great cause.
Cautiously pursuing the distant, cherishing the memory of the primordial era; born in the primordial era, history has civilization.
Taking advantage of the time to rise up, at the banks of the clear river. Observing the laws on the earth, observing the phenomena in the sky.
The people lived in a desolate place, eating raw meat and drinking blood; starting to make nets, fishing and hunting.
There's such a stage in the development of history; like the budding grass, like the first dawn of the night.
…
Respectfully paying respects to the ancestors, expressing our determination; for humanity, we will build up outstanding achievements.
Honoring! "
It was as though they were conversing with the ancestors from the river of time, offering sacrifices to the ancestors and worshipping the heroic spirits.
When the sacrificial rites ended, there was another long period of silence.
At this stage, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heroic spirits of the ancestors had ended. Next, it should be time to evaluate the contributions and rewards.
Even though there was still sorrow in their hearts, they couldn't help but feel anticipation.
They were clearly aware that their lives were in danger, yet they still wanted to participate in the final battle. Weren't they willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of obtaining the greatest harvest after the battle?
The golden belt of murder and arson!
The spoils of war were often the easiest for people to take revenge on. They could allow people to accumulate large amounts of resources to cultivate to a higher realm.
Rewards for meritorious service was the fairest principle on the battlefield.
They couldn't help but look forward to it.
In truth, the Star Battle Marshal, who was the commander of an interstellar army, naturally understood this logic the most.
"You've suffered heavy casualties in this decisive battle. Meritorious service will be rewarded, and mistakes will be punished. This has been the fairest principle since the feudal era on Earth. This was the Interstellar Era, and it was even more so! All warriors who participated in the final battle will be promoted by three ranks and rewarded with one million merit points … "
His words caused an uproar in the surroundings.
"Three consecutive upgrades! This is the military rank of the Great Wall Army. It's not something that the military ranks of the other human powers, armies, or countries can compare to! "
"If I had known earlier, I would have participated in the final battle too!"
"Forget it! In the final battle, there's no chance of survival. With your cultivation, there's only one possibility of you dying on the spot! "
…
There were vexed voices in the crowd, as well as mocking words. However, most of them were astonished.
Great reward, this was truly a great reward.
Being promoted by three ranks, becoming an official officer of the Great Wall University, and with the support of the Great Wall Army, it was sufficient for them to do whatever they wanted in the human world.
This was completely different from when they were just students or ordinary soldiers. They had ascended to the heavens in a single step, completely ascending to the heavens in a single step!
Those university students and interstellar warriors who had survived couldn't help but feel joy from the bottom of their hearts.
Even Feng Lin was no exception.
In truth, his greatest reward was a promotion of three ranks.
One must know that he was already a captain. Now that he was promoted by three ranks, he would directly become a colonel.
An eighteen -year-old colonel with authority in the Great Wall Army. What concept was this?
If he returned to an interstellar country in the Milky Way Galaxy, his territory would at least be a solar system the size of a solar system.
Ascending to the heavens in a single step, there was nothing better than this.
The Star Battle Marshal's eyes were like torches. He glanced around and saw the expressions of everyone present. He didn't feel troubled at all.
It wasn't a difficult thing for the Great Wall Army to suddenly have so many military ranks.
In truth, there were many military officers who had died in this racial war. These newly promoted officers were merely there to fill up the gaps. In fact, they were still young and had experienced many battles. They could inject vitality into the army. This definitely wasn't a bad thing.
Each racial war was a test of life and death to the Great Wall Army. But wasn't it also an opportunity?
Before a powerful enemy, everyone would be united. At the same time, the internal structure of the army would also be reshuffled, and the authority structure would be reorganized to reach an even stronger state.
Each war was a calamity. After surviving it, not only would the people be reborn, but the Great Wall University and the Great Wall Army would also be reborn and grow stronger!
This was also the reason why the Great Wall University didn't occupy the most advantageous star region in the Milky Way Galaxy.
In the interstellar cultivation world, there was nothing better than tempering oneself through life and death battles.
All these thoughts flashed through his mind. The Star Battle Marshal spoke again, "Those martyrs who sacrificed themselves will also be rewarded! Their three generations of descendants will have a chance to enter the Great Wall University without having to take the examination. Each time, they will be rewarded with one million contribution points! "
The rewards for those who died would be even more generous, but no one had any objections.
Everyone would have the same amount of contribution points, but those martyrs had paid the price with their lives!
This was what they deserved!
Everyone, including Feng Lin and Zhao Yue`e, were filled with anticipation for the Star Battle Marshal's next words.
That was the true reward, and it was also the greatest reward they could obtain from the final battle.
Noticing everyone's anticipation, the Star Battle Marshal didn't beat around the bush and directly spoke.
"Now, we will announce the ten heavenly kings! … "
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