Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Hearing this, Hun Canglan's eyes suddenly shone brightly, his face was filled with excitement and expectation:

"Yes, will! This is the biggest difference between us and the enemy. I don't want to go back to being a rat in the gutter. I want to live in the light, even if I die for it, I don't care!"

His voice was firm and powerful, as if at this moment, he had already put his life and death aside, and only hoped to contribute his own strength to this land and this light.

Ling Xiao looked at Hun Canglan, and a warm current surged in his heart. He patted Hun Canglan's shoulder and said earnestly: "Then you must survive, for this land, for this light, and for yourself."

His voice was low and powerful, as if at this moment, he had condensed all his blessings and expectations into this sentence.

Hun Canglan nodded, his eyes flashing with determination: "You too, Ling Xiao. We all have to survive, witness the victory of this war together, and welcome the bright future that belongs to us together."

"Everyone is the same." Ling Xiao responded with a smile, his eyes full of expectations and longings for the future.

Hun Canglan smiled and turned away.

His steps were firm and powerful, as if at this moment, he had thrown all his fears and uneasiness behind him, and only hoped to be able to join the battle as soon as possible, and contribute his own strength for this land and this light.

Ling Xiao stood there, watching Hun Canglan's back gradually go away. An inexplicable sense of loss surged in his heart, as if at this moment, he had already felt the upcoming separation and sacrifice.

Are everyone the same? This question echoed repeatedly in Ling Xiao's heart, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions.

Can all of them really survive? He knew very well that this was almost impossible. The cruelty of the battlefield had already left a deep mark in his heart.

Even if they won in the end, most of them would die. This is the price of war, and it is the reality that every soldier must face.

Ling Xiao's mind flashed with the brothers who had fought side by side, their smiles, their bravery, their sacrifices... all of which made him feel heartbroken and helpless.

"Grandpa, father, mother..." Ling Xiao gently muttered about these relatives, and a deep longing surged in his heart. He seemed to see his grandfather's kind smile, hear his father's strict teachings, and feel his mother's warm embrace.

These relatives are the most important existence in his life. They gave him strength and courage to enable him to persist on the battlefield.

However, now, he may have reached the end of his life. This battle may be his last battle. He took a deep breath, as if to condense all his thoughts and reluctance into this moment.

He knew that he could not retreat or give up, because he was a soldier and the guardian of this land.

Ling Xiao looked into the distance, his eyes passed through the smoke and flames of war, as if he saw the quiet and peaceful home.

There, there are his relatives, his friends, and everything he has. He silently told himself that no matter what the outcome, he would fight and sacrifice for that piece of land and for those relatives.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's heart was full of determination and courage. He knew that he was ready to face the upcoming fate. Whether he lived or died, he would be worthy of this land, worthy of those relatives, and worthy of himself.

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Time passed slowly like fine sand, and the night unknowingly faded its mysterious veil, and a faint fish belly white gradually appeared on the horizon.

This white, like a farewell to the night, and like a preview of the day, foreshadowing the arrival of a new day.

After a while, a red sun, as if lifted by an invisible hand, slowly jumped out from the end of the sky, spreading golden light all over the earth, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to this world that was about to fall into war.

However, this tranquility and beauty did not last too long. The enemy's defense line in the distance began to become restless, as if a group of beasts that had been imprisoned for a long time had finally waited for the moment of release. The dark clouds of war once again enveloped the sky above Chaos Demon City, making people feel cold.

At this moment, a man rose into the air, like a god descending from heaven, overlooking the direction of Chaos Demon City. His figure appeared particularly tall in the morning light, as if he was an insurmountable mountain, which made people feel awe.

This man was the fourth chief priest of the Zhenhun Palace Holy Hall. He was wearing a gorgeous sacrificial robe, a golden crown on his head, and his eyes flashed with cold light, as if he could see through everything in the world.

He quietly floated in the air, and after a moment, his eyes swept across the endless army under his feet like a sharp sword.

His voice, with the blessing of the source power, was like a huge bell, resounding throughout the Chaos Demon City: "Listen up, rebels of the Demon Suppression Mansion! The Holy Hall upholds the virtue of loving life, and we are unwilling to kill innocent people. This time we are only here to kill the main culprits - Long Yingtian, Cheng Shifei, Hunhuan, Hunyu, Lingxiao! As long as you are willing to surrender and lay down your weapons, we will forgive you and let you return to the right path!"

This sentence, with the blessing of the source power, was like a rolling torrent, quickly spreading throughout the Chaos Demon City. Whether it was the soldiers guarding the city or the people in the city, they all heard this sentence clearly. It was like an invisible force, impacting everyone's heart, making people think and make choices.

Although everyone knew that this sentence was to disintegrate the morale of the army, like an invisible knife, quietly carving a crack in everyone's heart.

But it is also the most useful, like a strong medicine, which makes people who have already held the heart of death have a desire to survive. This desire is like a weak candlelight, swaying in the darkness, which cannot be ignored.

Long Yingtian shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of complex emotions. This is reality, cruel and real. The oppression of the temple is like a boulder pressing on everyone's heart, making it difficult to breathe. He knows that it is not easy to maintain the firmness of the army in the face of such an opponent.

He took a deep breath, making his voice particularly clear in the hustle and bustle: "If you want to surrender, surrender now. I don't want to be stabbed in the back when I fight." There was a hint of determination and helplessness in his tone.

He understood that once this sentence was said, it meant that he had to accept those who chose to surrender, and this also meant that his team would no longer be complete.

As soon as he said this, some people in the crowd began to waver. There was hesitation and struggle in their eyes, as if at this moment, they were making the most difficult decision in their lives.

Finally, someone took the first step and surrendered to the Templar Alliance.