The music was impassioned and had reached its peak at this moment, causing everyone's hearts to beat wildly. It was as if their hearts were going to jump out of their chests at any moment, making their blood boil.
Dong!
As Ding Ning's slender fingers tapped down, a heavy note fell, and a scene reappeared in everyone's minds.
They saw an invading army expert dressed in golden armor and holding a halberd shoot out like lightning. Before he even arrived, the terrifying halberd light seemed to tear through the sky, piercing towards the Five-Colored War God with a destructive might.
"Ah!"
Everyone felt their insides shatter, and they could not help but close their eyes and cry out. It was as if they were watching a 3D movie, feeling as if the halberd was stabbing at them.
It wasn't until the Five-Colored War God immediately slashed down with his saber and blocked the halberd that everyone came back to their senses. Their faces were filled with shock and they felt something sticky on their backs. Only then did they realize that their backs were drenched in cold sweat.
However, they could not care about anything else and continued to watch attentively. They discovered that the Five-Colored War God, who had always been invincible in their hearts, had been forced back over a dozen steps before he was able to neutralize the terrifying power of the halberd.
This filled them with worry. The Five-Colored War God was humanity's last hope. If even he was defeated, humanity would be doomed.
What happened next caused their hearts to tremble, and they were filled with despair. Behind the golden-armored warrior, over a hundred silver-armored warriors with auras that were even more terrifying than those experts from before had appeared.
These silver-armored warriors did not attack the Five-Colored War God together with the golden-armored warriors. Instead, they forcibly cut off the connection between the Five-Colored War God and the wolf riders and attacked the wolf riders.
In an instant, the situation was reversed. The golden-armored warriors held off the Five-Colored War God, and although the wolf riders were brave, they were no match for the golden-armored warriors individually. Very soon, their formation was disrupted, and a large number of casualties began to appear among the wolf riders.
The Five-Colored War God was also forced to retreat by the golden-armored warrior's superb halberd. He could only block and could not fight back.
The room fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's expressions were grave, and their hearts were heavy. The defeat of humanity seemed to have become a foregone conclusion that no one could change.
Even though everyone knew that this wasn't real and that it was just an illusion created by the song that had captured their attention, they still couldn't accept such a miserable ending.
After all, that feeling was too real. It was so real that they felt as if they were there themselves.
Dong dong dong!
As the three heavy notes fell, an iron-blooded and austere aura leaped from the zither, causing everyone's eyes to instantly turn red. They couldn't bear to watch, but they couldn't help but want to.
One of the wolf cavalrymen let out a fearless roar and charged at a silver-armored general like a moth to a flame. However, the general shattered his shoulder blade with a single punch, and his arm hung limply by his side.
However, the wolf rider continued to smile viciously, as if he could not feel any pain. Like an eight-legged spider, he tightly hugged the silver-armored general, allowing him to beat him with all his might. Blood continued to flow out of his mouth, but even in death, he did not let go.
The wolf cavalry seized the chance their comrades had created for them. Like a human pyramid, they charged forward, clawing with their hands and biting with their teeth. Only after paying the price of several hundred wolf cavalry did they manage to tear the silver-armored general to pieces.
This scene was only one corner of the battlefield. Over a hundred battles were taking place in similar scenes.
Despite being at an absolute disadvantage, the wolf cavalry used their fearless determination and their lives to grind down the terrifying Silver-armored Warrior General to death.
The price they paid was so heavy that it was unbearable to watch. Of the tens of thousands of wolf riders, less than a thousand had survived, and all of them were injured. They could only support each other to barely stand.
This tragic scene made everyone feel as if their hearts had been blocked by a boulder.
It was as if a boulder had been blocked in his throat. His nose turned sour and tears trickled down his face.
However, the battle was not over. Whether or not the Five-Colored Wargod could defeat the golden-armored general was the key to victory.
"Ah!"
Under the terrifying attacks of the golden-armored general, the Five-Colored War God vomited blood from his mouth and his clothes were stained with blood. He was forced to retreat again and again, and perhaps because he sensed that his subordinates had suffered heavy casualties, he was filled with grief and let out howls like a wounded beast.
In the next moment, the Five-Colored Wargod's armor shattered and suddenly turned into a five-colored blade, revealing a tall and thin figure. However, the visor on his face was still there, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.
Diba's expression suddenly became strange. She subconsciously looked at Ding Ning, who was still playing the piano. Perhaps other people could not see anything, but how could she not see that the Five-Colored Wargod's figure and back were exactly the same as Ding Ning's?
This guy, even when he made a song, he used himself as the model. He was really narcissistic. Did he really think he was a god of war?
Diba thought to herself. But precisely because of this, she became even more worried for the fictional Five-Colored Wargod. Her heart tightened, as if it was not a fictional character, but Ding Ning.
Perhaps the five-colored blade had a magical power, or perhaps the deaths of his brothers had stimulated his potential.
The Five-Colored Wargod went crazy, and his combat strength increased greatly. Soon, he turned the tide and gradually gained the upper hand, forcing the golden-armored general to retreat.
However, the price he paid was extremely heavy. His snow-white clothes were stained red with blood, and his body was covered with cuts and bruises. It was painful to look at.
Although she knew it was fake, Diba still teared up. Her heart ached, as if the person who was injured was really Ding Ning.
Puff!
The Five-Colored Wargod traded his injury for his life. He allowed the golden-armored general to stab the halberd through his shoulder. The five-colored blade appeared and disappeared like a ghost, cutting the golden-armored general in half.
Victory!
Although the Five-Colored Wargod was bleeding profusely and could not even stand steadily, he had still won. Everyone's tense hearts were at ease. They smiled as if they had been relieved of a heavy burden, and some people even cheered happily.
But reality proved that they had rejoiced too early. Just when the Five-Colored War God staggered and was about to regroup with the wolf cavalry, an Qi that was not the slightest bit weaker than that of the golden-armored warrior suddenly rose up from the scattered invader army.
Everyone's smiles froze on their faces as they watched another golden-armored general soar into the sky. Instead, they were filled with despair.
At his peak, the Five-Colored Wargod had to trade his injury for his life to kill the golden-armored general. Now, another golden-armored general had appeared. Who could stop him?
At that moment, the Five-Colored Wargod had to rely on his blade to stand firm. He stared quietly at the golden figure rushing over, and a determined look appeared in his eyes.
Just as everyone was in complete despair, the Five-Colored Wargod suddenly straightened his back and swung his blade to meet the golden figure. Blood splattered on the ground.
In the next moment, everyone's minds were occupied by a five-colored blade energy that seemed to cover the sky.
This blade descended from the sky, cleaving apart the world and cutting down the sky.
The heart-wrenching cries of the surviving wolf riders who had knelt on the ground echoed in everyone's ears. The close-up of the golden-armored general's shocked face froze the scene.
The rousing music suddenly eased and became cheerful. The scene changed to show people rebuilding their homes and living in peace.
What had happened? Had the golden-armored general died? Had the invaders been defeated and fled? And what about the Five-Colored Wargod? Was he alive or dead?
Everyone looked at each other, filled with confusion. Their hearts itched like they were being scratched by a cat, and they were filled with a desire to continue.
The melodious sound of the zither drifted through the air. The scene changed again. Under the setting sun, a limping figure with a hunched back and a large bag on his back appeared.
It was not the Five-Colored Wargod, but a wolf rider. This caused everyone to once again focus on the scene in their minds, wanting to know what the outcome would be.
If Ding Ning dared to leave the ending unfinished, they would definitely gang up on him and tear him to pieces.
Diba's heart instantly leaped into his throat. This piano piece had been extremely successful so far. It could definitely be regarded as an unparalleled classic.
But whether it was a comedy or a tragedy, if it did not have a perfect ending, it would be the greatest failure.
It was like writing a novel. No matter how well the opening was written or how exciting the plot was, if it did not have a good ending, it would be a failure that people could not accept.
The Wolf Riders were dressed in tattered clothes and hobbled along. Their desolate backs would make anyone who looked at them feel a wave of pain in their hearts.
The iron-blooded veteran who had once dominated the battlefield was now in such dire straits. Had humanity lost the final battle?
The sound of the zither was low, and the scene changed. A giant wolf ran over happily, rubbing its furry head affectionately against the veteran's leg. Its two front legs knelt on the ground as if asking him to ride it.
The veteran rubbed its head affectionately, but shook his head. He did not ride it, but continued to limp forward.
The giant wolf whimpered pitifully and followed behind the veteran like a child, leaving everyone with the backs of a man and a wolf.
Everyone was immersed in the realm that could only be understood but could not be explained. Their hearts were filled with curiosity and doubt. What was the reason that made the veteran unwilling to ride the giant wolf even though his legs were inconvenient?
Accompanied by the low sound of the zither, it was as if a long lens had been pulled. The silhouettes of a man and a wolf continued to move forward under the setting sun. It looked so lonely and desolate, but it also gave off an indescribable sense of harmony.
Diba slowly exhaled, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face. It was good to end like this. Although it was a pity that he did not explain the ending, it was precisely this kind of ending that was filled with all kinds of imagination that could move people the most.
But it turned out that Ding Ning was a good author who was very responsible to his audience and would never become a eunuch. The sound of the zither continued, and it seemed that the story was not over yet.
This made Diba's heart, which had just calmed down, hang in suspense again. He was secretly worried that if they didn't end it when it was time to end it, it would be too shameful if a classic became a failure in the end.
The veteran suddenly slowed down, and even his weathered face became solemn. His cautious look, as if he was on a pilgrimage, refreshed everyone's spirits. They secretly guessed, "Is the Five-colored God of War going to appear?"
The scene suddenly became a long lens again, and the path in front of the veteran became very long.
At the end of the road, a group of people were waiting for him. Without exception, they were all disabled people with missing arms and legs. If it were not for the fact that each of them was followed by a giant wolf, perhaps no one could recognize that they were the wolf cavalry who had dominated the battlefield and dyed the battlefield with blood.
The veteran took a deep breath and patted the head of the giant wolf beside him. The giant wolf obediently lowered its body and waited for the veteran to mount it. It let out a cheerful howl and quickly ran forward on the road.
Seeing this, the group of veterans who were waiting for him all mounted the giant wolf beside them. No one said anything, but they all straightened their stooped bodies at the same time.
At this moment, their momentum changed greatly. They were no longer the down-and-out scavengers. The wolf cavalry who had fought on the bloody battlefield and were invincible had returned.
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