When a red flag was thrown down from the lookout,
The people on the ground saw the black ash rolling up in the distance at the same time — the army of the Zhiyuan race had arrived. The war drums sounded.
There was no such thing as a sneak attack,
The beetles pressed over in the most primitive flat formation,
Almost instantly, they rushed to the front of the first wave of resistance of the Ming Army and swept across like a furious python. The first wave of blood melted the black snow and seeped into the ground; two teams of Ming Army soldiers stabbed into the battlefield from the sides like two daggers, and more soldiers followed as a shield.
People had long understood that this was not going to be a war with balanced forces.
From the moment John led his twenty-one inmates out of the Scottish concentration camp, they understood how sacrifice was inevitable. They had to pave the way with the flesh and blood of their comrades. So more infantrymen held bayonets flat,
They advanced calmly under the gunfire,
They arrived at the front line and put their weight on the alien invaders' mecha,
Forming a wall.
Behind them, people were surprised to find that,
The eternally gloomy sky was unusually bright today, and there was even a hint of dawn,
It seemed to be determined to shine on everyone's face,
To play up the atmosphere for something that was about to happen, even if murder was happening less than 100 meters away.
Behind the bunker,
People in the fortress kept sending out stones, tables, chairs, and dilapidated mattresses, so that the soldiers could build the bunker as high as possible,
Although everyone understood that this was not enough to resist the cannon. The Ming Army, who had sharpened their swords and arrows, seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding,
As another wave of serious rumbling approached with heavy footsteps, they looked up at Big John.
About John was standing on the bunker,
He stood taller than the others,
Staring ahead,
An unusual light fell from above on his black hair and black eyes, shining with bright golden light. Behind the leader, Peter and Jacob, the other two outstanding leaders of the Ming Dynasty's army, were also looking ahead, deep in thought and worry.
Finally, the smoke of gunpowder was close in front of them. John exhaled and spoke before someone behind the bunker sighed.
He looked back at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Let's fight."
The artillery was the first to blow up the bunkers. The Ming Dynasty army was in a mess. The bullets caused thick smoke to rise. In the blink of an eye, there were soldiers who pretended to be asleep in front of the advancing artillery fire. Some watched as the people around them shattered and fell down. But no one retreated. The Ming Army fiercely resisted with their flesh and cold weapons. The bunker was covered with hot fire and cold light. Both sides were attackers, like a lion biting a group of dogs.
After a tragic moment, the bunker was almost razed to the ground. It shook off the attackers and revealed its charred black body. The Ming Dynasty army was forced to retreat. They no longer had any cover. Their faces were a mixture of shock and horror. It was a shocking fact that this was the first time most of them had faced the Zhiyuan Beetle.
Joshua made a few hand gestures, and Peter followed his instructions. A portion of the Ming Dynasty army continued to retreat, retreating into the fortress to meet up with the other portion of the army. The remaining portion gathered behind Joshua. They formed a sharp arrowhead, facing the mecha battle team that had also been defeated.
The Zhiyuan Army moved forward silently. A doubt echoed in the cold head of the leading officer. They wanted to end this war without a doubt, but the Ming Dynasty army insisted on continuing to fight — to fight to the end without a doubt. It was redundant. Redundant resistance.
"Orlando, what are you still doing here?" Peter couldn't help but roar when he saw that the red-haired boy who should have retreated to the rear was still following closely behind him — or rather, behind John. But Orlando didn't respond.
However, Orlando did not respond to him. He clenched his dagger tightly. His bayonet had been lost in the previous wave of attacks, but he kept the dagger and left a scar on the shell of a certain Zhiyuan beetle. He was proud.
Peter couldn't drive Orlando back, so the arrowhead trembled as it moved forward. There were more than a dozen haggard, tattered, and exhausted people here. Almost everyone was injured. Blood flowed from the holes in their heads, arms, and clothes. The only weapons they had were homemade guns and dull knives, but they intended to fight the giant Titan.
Perhaps it would be more appropriate to compare the Zhiyuan Army to a giant dragon. A cluster of flames could destroy the remnants of the army in front of it.
Peter subconsciously looked at Big John again, and then found that he was the only one who was not injured, but he had lost his weapon, so he casually reached out and pulled out a broken knife from Jacob's hand.
After that, the soldiers on the fortress witnessed a strange battle. Under Hardedef's command, the dozen or so soldiers on the ground raised their weapons and rushed forward. Their momentum was astonishing. When they rushed towards the formation of the Zhi Yuan Army, an invisible depression was created. But the leading beetle soldier didn't have much mercy. He raised the neutron cannon on his left arm, intending to annihilate the human leader in one fell swoop …
John raised his broken knife without any change in his expression, as if he intended to cut off the enemy's arm before he died …
Peter's face changed as he watched the red-haired boy nimbly rush to the front, rushing in front of John …
(A small figure lying in a pool of blood.)
John didn't stop the killing move in his hand. His terrifying strength shook the steel arm, but the rest of the Zhiyuan soldiers raised their weapons at the same time. John was smashed into pieces by the cannon fire almost at the same time as the Zhiyuan officer staggered. His comrades couldn't hold on for a long time.
Rage and despair swept through the fortress.
To put it simply, John and his small team were like the last door in front of the fortress. Now that the Zhi Yuan Army had broken through this door, the last possibility of victory was gone. As a result, the battlefield fell into a hysterical atmosphere. The Ming Dynasty army that had lost their leader was furious. The desire to survive and the despair of the end of the world collided here — — — — -
Harry, who was on the observation deck, clutched his throat and rolled. He saw everything that happened under the fortress — the fall of Orlando, the death of John; he also saw what was about to happen under the fortress — the end of the human race.
Harry fought with the invisible enemy on the cold and stiff wooden board. He spat out a cold sneer from his throat, "It's your turn."
Almost at the same time, a sudden gust of cold wind blew through the fortress and the battlefield below it. The Ming Dynasty army and the Zhiyuan Army subconsciously stopped their actions — lightning gathered in the dark clouds, and the rain hadn't fallen yet. But that was only a matter of a moment.
Probably to contend with it, somewhere in the rear of the battlefield, a strong and dazzling golden light burst out. The light lasted for about ten seconds — longer in the perception of the soldiers. Then they saw a man coming out of the light: black-eyed, black-haired, with a long sword in his hand. Without any hesitation, he killed his way to the rear of the Zhiyuan Army.
The vision disrupted the situation. Big John, who had returned to the battlefield, was unstoppable. What was more terrible was that there were thunderous cheers from the top and bottom of the fortress. The soldiers who killed their way down were all bathed in blood. They had the momentum of killing all the way to hell. And those on the top of the fortress turned everything they could touch into weapons and threw them down from the top. More people died, more blood was left on the ground. Except for cruel heroism, there was nothing here …
But —
The people on the observation deck slowly calmed down. He curved the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile.
Only a few people on the battlefield noticed a gray-blue bird skimming across the sky and flying above the dark clouds.
Panic and despair condensed into dark clouds of varying depths. The tears of the world could pour down at any time. And Nihon's palace towered above the clouds, forming a black hole, like a dark eye overlooking the earth.
The gray-blue seagull rushed into the black hole and landed in front of the Nihon's palace. After the feathers opened and closed, Harry stood steadily in front of Maya.
Nihon's palace was empty. Marble bricks covered the floor and walls. Maya sat behind a desk of the same color in the middle, waiting for Harry to come to him. He did not dress up as Ze Ruo, but used the image that Harry saw many years ago. A man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a dull face, wearing a medieval monk's robe.
Harry walked to the opposite side of Maya and waved the golden thread in his hand, transforming it into a chair for him to sit on the same level as Maya. After sitting down, he looked straight at Maya and waited for him to speak.
Maya was not pretentious. He even gave Harry a smile, "You have improved a lot since the last time we met."
Harry looked back at him expressionlessly.
Maya's smile deepened, "You have created — used this massacre. You have really improved a lot."
The golden thread under Harry's hand weaved the shape of a cross. Maya glanced at it and seemed to understand.
"This is a story from the fourth century BC." Harry patiently weaved the victim with a crown of thorns on his head and bleeding hands, "At that time, the world was full of sin. Jehovah sent his only son to Israel to preach the doctrine and the kingdom of heaven. But people did not understand the deep meaning of his words and did not believe in the existence of the kingdom of heaven. So Judas betrayed him, and Pilate whipped him and nailed him to the cross …"
He pulled out a half-genuine smile, "But three days later, Jesus rose from the grave and appeared, confirming the existence of his preaching. You see, in order to gain the power of faith, Jehovah could arrange the death of his only son. People did not strengthen their faith from the words of Jesus, but from the resurrection of this sinless man … "
"So you arranged John's death …" Maya nodded, and then seemed to remember something, "Ah, it should be said that you faked John's death."
Harry shrugged, "Deadpool's exclusive skill, plus a little magic trick." The original plan stopped at the death of Big John, but the addition of Deadpool made the play a little more exciting, and the fact was as Harry speculated, the people were angry because of the death of their leader, and the crowd was excited because of the resurrection of their leader …
"And you gained power from it." Maya smiled, "I want to praise you, my brother. Before, you would not take the initiative to create tragic stories to gain energy, you would only secretly play some children's games … "
The golden thread in Harry's hand gathered into a ball, and a storm gathered in his eyes.
Maya continued to fake a smile, "But, the war between us is still without any suspense."
Harry stared at Maya for a moment, pinched the golden ball, and smiled, which made Maya puzzled.
"I say, Nihon, Maya, my brother – you just called me that, right? Does the war between us really exist? " Harry stood up and leaned on the table, getting closer to Maya. "You want to kill me, don't you? And the unlucky Oulopolos, only when we are all dead, you can really die, right? Do you call this a war? "
Harry suddenly reached out and grabbed Maya's collar, "We usually call this kind of life and death together …"
"Dying for love?" Maya's expression did not change.
Harry punched Maya in the right eye and said, "We don't have such a cold joke friendship."
Sitting back in his seat, Harry continued the previous topic, "We have a symbiotic relationship. So, I'm sorry, you can't kill me. Unfortunately, I can't kill you either. "
Maya rubbed his eyes, "That's why I tried so hard to make you kill yourselves."
"But now that I'm sitting here, it means that I don't intend to accept your proposal." Harry tapped the table, "And that time loop, I'm sorry, as you can see, it can't trap me."
"It's surprising that he chose to stand on your side." Maya touched his chin, "I always thought I had a better relationship with him."
"You think too highly of yourself."
"Really?" Maya frowned, as if he was distressed, "Then I don't have to feel guilty for cutting him into a mess."
Harry's pupils shrank, and he made a seal in his palm, "What did you do to him?"
Maya still looked distressed, opened the drawer of the desk, and took out a crystal ball, in which floated a mess, it was the dismembered Oulopolos.
Harry felt a chill.
"I really can't kill him. But, my brother … "Maya smiled," I can tear him into pieces. "
(At the moment of her death, she was torn into countless pieces and thrown into this world. So, behind those similar names stood a her at the same time. She lived and died in the entire space and time, just like … an echo.)
Harry clenched his cold fist, "Jia Mei."
Maya looked at him in surprise.
"The riot at the border of nothingness was caused by you. Jia Mei never found out that Maya was Nihon. Of course, she couldn't realize that existence and nothingness were twins. She didn't know that the riot that caused the library to collapse was caused by you. She wanted to help, so she took out the Heart of Babel Library … "
Then she was torn into pieces.
"But she survived." Maya lowered his head, thinking about something.
"You only found out after that that you couldn't kill the librarian."
"How ridiculous." Maya almost sighed, "Time and existence are meaningless to me, aren't they? Why can't we cooperate? You see, aren't you and the Oulopolos torturing each other? Can you get anything from time in the world where everything is coming to an end? I just want to delete this too long and meaningless story. "
He was truly sighing. "Time and existence are on the same side. That's just too ridiculous."
Harry was unmoved, "You know we can't persuade each other." They were twins, and their thinking was so similar.
Maya stroked the crystal ball, "I've been wondering why I'm always the oldest. Maybe it's because I'm the one who makes the seemingly wrong but necessary decisions. "He stood up, and the black tiles quickly gathered behind him, turning into a thick black fog.
Harry shook his body, and his perception of the whole world was shaking. He realized what Maya was doing — the war on the ground was over, and now he needed a rain.
“I
Win. "Maya smiled and disappeared in the black fog.
"Come quickly!" Harry took out his magic wand and grabbed the crystal coffin of the Oulopolos the moment he disappeared.
Maya seemed to have not expected that Harry could still think of magic tricks when the two gods were confronting each other. Harry's tricks were not limited to that. His next spell was to summon the God's Guard. The giant silver snake was covered with a texture woven with golden threads, so it was half-materialized. Harry rode on the giant snake's head and let it cross Nihon's palace. The black fog hurriedly retreated, but there was still a sneer in the air.
We can't kill each other, how ridiculous.
The strange phenomenon of the giant silver snake rolling in the air also alarmed the people below.
The Zhi Yuan Army had already retreated. At the last moment, Nihon's instructions arrived and forced them to stop the battle — he needed to draw despair from the remaining defeated soldiers. So when the last Ming Army walked back to the fortress, they saw the giant silver snake with golden light. It swept through the dark clouds and dispelled the haze that had accumulated for years.
But the haze would eventually come back, and Harry knew this better than anyone.
After John settled the wounded soldiers and comforted the frightened civilians, he dragged his injured leg and climbed to the observatory. At the door, he met Snape. Snape was half-dragging Wade Wilson, who was healing himself. He had died once for John, and the leader should have thanked him. But the blood of his comrades was still flowing outside, the dead had not been put to rest, and the war had not been won.
Snape healed John's injured leg with a magic spell, then looked at him and said, "Potter is not a god."
He had never promised victory.
"I know."
Snape put down Wade and went to treat the wounded soldiers. The leader continued to climb up and finally reached the observatory. There, Harry was lying on the ground coughing, holding something shining in his arms. Hearing the footsteps, Harry looked up.
John was suddenly speechless. He had never seen such a strong sense of guilt on a person's face.
Harry did not say sorry. He just stood up with the Oulopolos' crystal ball in his arms and walked past John to go out.
John hurriedly supported him, grabbed him, and said hesitantly, "You can't be blamed for this … The man said, you are not a god …"
"Then I'm sorry." Harry gently but firmly pushed his hand away and looked back at the leader, who had a complicated look in his eyes. "I really am a god."
Leaving the stunned leader, Harry ran straight down the fortress, rushed through the crying, fainting, or seriously injured crowd, and rushed to Snape. "Professor, we have to go back immediately!"
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