On a barren island, there were many tombstones.
This was an island within an island. On its periphery, an even larger island base had been artificially filled with earth. At this moment, it was already filled with people.
This was not the first time Mo Qiong had seen Soul Island.
However, this was the first time Mo Qiong had attended a funeral here.
In this war, a total of 3,955 members had been sacrificed. Most of them were only Alpha and Beta Grade.
Among them, all the newcomers who had graduated from Limit Island in the past two years had been sacrificed.
To a certain extent, the Blue White Society had been cut off.
If it weren't for this war, at least half of them would have gone through some training and become the mainstay of the Blue and White Society in the future.
However, Mo Qiong was now the youngest member of the Blue White Society …
Society members weren't suited for war in the first place, so they should be using their powerful containment logic to take advantage of strange anomalies, rather than being killed by a rain of bullets in a so-called war.
However, there was no other way. If they were allowed to continue hiding, they would end up dead.
Furthermore, not every trick would work. Fighting against the five Universal Civilizations at the same time, the current result was already a good result that he had painstakingly planned.
When Mo Qiong rushed to the battlefield at Karman, there were only about a thousand members left who could still fight.
He tried his best to save them and sent three thousand dying members to reincarnate. Only then did he manage to save a large number of survivors.
After that, there were still 12,500 outer members and 114,700 American soldiers. They were all saved through reincarnation.
However, there were still 3,955 members and close to twenty thousand outer members who were completely dead.
Mo Qiong could save those who were not dead, but he could not do anything to those who were already dead.
Nature was cruel. The souls of the dead would disappear in an extremely short period of time. Mo Qiong had tried to find souls that were completely annihilated. In the end, he found a person whose soul was similar to his in the low-dimensional virtual world.
He was not a dead person. He was just virtual data that looked the same. His personality and memory were completely different. He did not even know what the Blue White Society was and had nothing to do with the dead members.
When a member died, there would be a group funeral on Soul Island at a fixed time. Especially when a large number of members were sacrificed, everyone who could come would come.
At this time, Mo Qiong and the other members were silently listening to the last words of the deceased.
"F * ck!"
These were the last words of the first tombstone, followed by the second, the third …
"Hehehe …"
"Tsk, there's no need to hide."
"They take two seconds to reload and five seconds to recharge their hand cannons!"
"You want to be a soldier?"
"Do you see that? This is the Hungry Ghost's ultimate explosion!"
"Dude, do you have candy?"
"They're building spaceships under Washington!"
"Luo Yi, hold on."
"You think I can't kill people just because I only have a head?"
"It can't be your first time participating in a mission."
"I'm a dog if I lie to you. I live in Moscow!"
The last words of the dying echoed in front of the tombstones one after another.
This was the special characteristic of the Spiritual Island. Only the dead would have the Spiritual Island's Last Words.
On the other hand, with the Last Words of the Spiritual Island, it meant that he was completely dead.
Many of them didn't have any last words, perhaps because the situation was tense. If they weren't grumbling, they were cursing.
Some didn't realize that they were going to die and were just chatting.
There were also some who used their last words to pass on information.
Some of them even made use of this to joke with the people who would be attending the funeral on Spiritual Island in the future.
Most of them were joking. That was because this was a joke that could only be made once in a lifetime.
"Everyone on the Spiritual Island, attention!"
"Those who survived, come to the Spiritual Island and stand as punishment!"
"Is my tombstone number 9527 …"
"Is this the only song played on the Spiritual Island? Change to another one! "
"Ring ring ring! It's time to go to work! "
"Ah! I forgot my last words! "
"I've already thought of my last words … It's … cough cough cough … wear … wear … grumble … hahaha …"
All kinds of last words were triggered by the special characteristics of the Spiritual Island as they were buried.
This group of sacrificed people didn't just joke around. They even interacted with the tombstones.
Soon, a voice came from the tombstone. "Martin, sing a song!"
In response, the members of the Spiritual Island Society who were attending the funeral looked at each other and looked for their comrade called Martin.
This kind of interaction at the tombstone was common. They would name someone and ask the person who was attending the funeral to do something.
According to the unwritten rules, that person had to fulfill the deceased's last wish unconditionally.
Everyone looked left and right and suddenly froze. Then, they stopped looking.
This was because there was a tombstone beside them. The deceased was Martin.
Martin's last words were, "Mihill, I like you."
Everyone quickly looked for who Mihill was. Unexpectedly, they saw Mihill's tomb again.
Mihill's last words were, "Everyone, clap!"
In an instant, the outer circle of the Spiritual Island was filled with thunderous applause.
Mo Qiong, who was originally grieving, was stunned now. However, he could only clap.
He remembered Mihill and Martin. Back then, when he turned into a cheetah, it was these two members who caught him and brought him back to the Blue and White Club. He didn't expect them to die too.
The three thousand nine hundred and fifty-five club members had all sorts of strange last words.
Many of them were completely unsuitable for the solemn atmosphere of a funeral. Many people didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This custom was said to have started from the third leader. When he died, he left behind a tone-deaf song. "Wishing you a happy birthday ~ la la la la ~"
The third leader had never sung in front of others in his entire life. It turned out that he was tone-deaf. No one knew about this until he chose to reveal his singing voice before he died.
He was the leader. Almost everyone came. In the end, the tombstone reverberated with an unpleasant but cheerful song.
The members were dumbfounded. After that, funerals on the Spiritual Island became indecent.
The fourth leader was even more indecent. His last words were, "If you come to see me, please sign on my tombstone!"
How could everyone not follow his last words?
Therefore, his tombstone was filled with tens of thousands of signatures over the years …
Because the place was too small, those who came later had to practice micro-carving to be able to carve words on it.
Gradually, this became a joke unique to the Blue and White Club. It became a custom because of the tradition.
As long as the Spiritual Island existed, the last words would reverberate here.
"In this incident, a total of 3,955 members were sacrificed …"
After setting up the tombstone and listening to the last words, the funeral was over.
Kamen blamed himself. Then, he asked everyone to disperse.
After most of the crowd had dispersed, Mo Qiong wanted to see how the interrogation of the Arcane Oligarch's captives was going.
Suddenly, he seemed to have heard something. He twisted time and space and blasted a huge hole in an aircraft carrier on the sea.
"Bang!"
"What are you doing! Luo Yi! "
Everyone looked over. On the aircraft carrier, a member was pointing a pistol at him. However, Mo Qiong noticed it in time and destroyed the pistol.
He was Luo Yi. In this battle, he had made outstanding contributions.
One man and one shield, he blocked hundreds of millions of troops and absorbed all the firepower from one direction!
More than 20 billion laser shots, more than 90 million high-energy bombardments, 65 meteorite impacts, and 12 hydrogen bombs with a TNT yield of more than 10 million tons …
These could still be counted. However, it was unknown how many could not be counted.
Although the damage was reflected, the pain was transferred to Luo Yi by the Holy Shield in the form of 'infinite duration'.
Even if it was just a needle prick, the damage would be extended infinitely and become a continuous pain.
A single pain was nothing. However, what about the pain of countless attacks? It was beyond the limit.
When Kamen slammed the table and stood up to launch a counterattack, Luo Yi still held the shield and did not move. It was someone else who carried him away.
It was not that he could not move. It was that he was in so much pain that he did not want to do anything.
The Iron Will allowed him to withstand so much pain and not die. It allowed him to not collapse under any external stimulation …
No one could defeat the Iron Will except for himself.
Luo Yi was injected with a large amount of painkillers, but the effect was minimal.
The stacked pain had long exceeded the physiological limit. It was purely a quantitative accumulation of pain that exceeded the limit.
He was haggard from the pain and torment. It affected his physiology psychologically. His whole person was like a withered twig.
The society did not want him to come. They wanted him to rest. The research department was thinking of ways to help him deal with the situation.
However, Luo Yi insisted on attending the funeral.
Unexpectedly, he was about to commit suicide when he returned to the aircraft carrier. Mo Qiong noticed in time and stopped him.
"We have already sacrificed 3,955 people. Don't take it too hard," Mo Qiong said.
"It's 3,956 … and me." Luo Yi trembled. His eyes were bloodshot.
"What are you talking about! Luo Yi, I'll take you back to rest. "Wei Lan rushed up, supported Luo Yi's body, and brought him to the island.
Luo Yi said, "Even if I pass out, I will wake up in pain … Why should I rest? The price of the Holy Shield will not end as long as I am alive. Actually, I am already dead. "
Everyone knew that at this moment, he was bearing the aftereffects of the previous battle.
And this price was eternal. Even the Lan Bai Society did not know how to get rid of it.
Wei Lan hugged him tightly and said anxiously, "You are still alive! We will find a way to get rid of it! "
Luo Yi shook his head and said, "Don't talk about it. I should have died on the battlefield."
"Add me to the list of deaths."
Wei Lan hugged him tightly and cried, "Don't you have Iron Will? Don't give up! "
"I'm sorry. I really can't hold on. Once I give up the protection of Iron Will, I will immediately fall to the ground and die hysterically in the torment. That's too ugly. Give me a gun. "Luo Yi said.
Yes, if he wanted to die, no one could stop him.
He just needed to give up Iron Will.
However, he did not do that. Instead, he insisted on attending the funeral. However, there was a limit to human strength. The price was eternal. His will was not.
He was very calm now. He cherished this calmness. At this moment, he just wanted to kill himself with a gun and die with dignity.
"I'm sorry. I also thought I could hold on, but I overestimated myself."
"Don't stop me, Mo Qiong." Luo Yi stared at Mo Qiong.
Mo Qiong said, "So many people died. You barely survived the battlefield. Now that we have won, you didn't give up on the battlefield. Are you going to give up now?"
Luo Yi said, "I can't die on the battlefield. This is my mission. Now the mission is over. "
"I realized that I don't have the courage to live … really … I mean it …"
Everyone was silent. They did not know what to do.
Luo Yi suddenly pulled out Wei Lan's gun and pointed it at his head.
However, the trigger was blocked by an air wall.
With so many people present, countless air walls instinctively acted.
"Hold on a little longer. Do you believe me? I will find a way to save you. Give me some time. "Mo Qiong said seriously.
Luo Yi shook his head and said, "Don't break your promise, Mo Qiong."
"I believe you, but I can't wait any longer. Let me decide while I am still calm. "
"I brought you to Meng Island, but I didn't expect you to be the most important harvest of the 21st century. I am honored, Mo Qiong. You can save many people, but please don't save me. Let my soul dissipate, please. "
Mo Qiong felt like he was struck by lightning. He could save many people, but he could not save a person whose heart had given up.
He did not know what to do. A brother was begging him not to save him.
Everyone silently retracted their air walls. The others did the same.
Only Wei Lan was still holding on to Luo Yi. She said, "Stop … stop … stop …"
"I'm really sorry, Wei Lan. I'm really sorry." Luo Yi broke Wei Lan's air wall and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
"Ah!" Wei Lan screamed in pain.
Mo Qiong's eyes widened. His eight senses allowed him to clearly see Luo Yi's soul vanish into thin air.
He clenched his fist. Kamen sighed, "It's very powerless, isn't it? This is my responsibility. "
Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong did not discuss powerlessness with him. Instead, he looked at him and said, "I want full command."
"…" Kamen looked at him, speechless.
Mo Qiong said word by word, "David, Kamen, are you willing to give me command?"
This was against the rules. The three commanders on Earth, Mo Qiong, Kamen, and David.
Mo Qiong actually wanted to command the arbitration!
David was shocked by Mo Qiong's aura. He looked at Kamen.
Kamen frowned and said, "Calm down …"
"I am very calm. You, on the other hand, have you considered the threat of the Apocalypse?" Mo Qiong said.
"Uh …"
Mo Qiong said seriously, "A greater danger may appear at any time. I hope you will give me command."
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