I'm Really A Newcomer

Chapter 151 Bond

The tens of thousands of years of wind, snow and elegance in Jiuchuan have been preserved because of the paper documents Frantis fought so hard to protect.

For more than nine hundred years, archaeologists have desperately searched for traces of history from the ruins to fill in the lost praise and lamentation of the years.

What are the differences between the Moon Clan in the Machine Age and the Moon Clan in the Heroic Age?

Are the Moon Clan still the Moon Clan?

Lintian people often stare at the small black dot above the clouds, which looks like a star hanging high in the day.

The stars fell today, carrying with them the last remaining warmth of that great country.

In November, the sky is covered with white bones.

The scarred young man stood there blankly, holding an intact tinplate sword in his hand.

There were countless intact tin swords on the ground, as well as devastated corpses and rivers of blood.

What on earth was he going to do, swing his sword, but his life disappeared in just a moment under the hail of bullets.

How terrible, that era when even gods could be killed.

"But... aren't you a warrior of the Moon Clan just like me?" the young man said helplessly.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and in front of him was the cold and murderous mechanical army.

Their mottled outer armor was covered with human blood, and their comrades were so bloody that they could no longer stand alone as monuments. Under the indiscriminate slaughter of the mecha warriors, human lives are harvested and burned, numbers piled up in history books, and a pool of muddy meat.

Group after group of Jiyue soldiers braved the violent gunfire and then died.

It's your turn soon.

But does this really make sense?

Why do the Moon Tribe people build mechas to kill the Moon Tribe people?

He hated the war.

The young man took two steps back in fear, and the strong wind passed by his ears full of blood.

He turned back sharply.

In the sky full of yellow sand and explosions, a familiar figure was stumbling and running with all his strength.

In the dark night, the young man couldn't see his face clearly until another round of artillery fire exploded the low-hanging cloud shadow.

Unlike the soldiers in black military uniforms, the unkempt middle-aged man was originally wearing a suit and ties, but now he looked disheveled.

"Clan, clan leader?" the young man said in disbelief.

Impossible. How could that big shot that he had only seen from afar appear on the battlefield? Shouldn't he have taken refuge in the underground city of Jiyue Military Camp?

Xu Qingtian is not the ninth-level Ye Jingzhe, he will really die.

The surprise even overshadowed the young man's fear for a moment, but the mecha warrior's gun was already pointed at him.

"No!" Xu Qingtian roared while tugging on his torn collar.

He staggered and ran, holding up the moon ring in his right hand.

In an instant, the ring bloomed with a bright white halo, and a strange ray scanned the irises of Xu Qingtian's pupils. The next moment, a girl with bare feet appeared beside him out of thin air.

Her face was full of tears, as if she were really alive.

"Don't do it...don't do it..." the girl shouted sadly.

After he stopped running, Xu Qingtian held his knees and panted violently. For a moment, the leader of the Yue Clan, who was struggling all over the place, collapsed on the ground in embarrassment due to exhaustion.

Xu Qingtian stared at the girl's illusory blue back and said with great effort: "This, this country does not only have the empty name of the Moon Clan. From the inside out, the Moon Clan is the Moon Clan."

The girl spread her thin arms and stood in the middle of the remaining Jiyue soldiers and the mechanical legion.

The most powerful heavy armor actually stopped moving under those firm eyes.

Nine hundred years ago, Ye Jin, Xu Pan and Li Xingyun rebuilt the Yue Clan in the wasteland and led the Yue Clan through the end of the world. The fundamental reason why the Moon Clan was able to rebuild and develop ahead of the curve was that the three of them found the undamaged backup center of the Moon Clan under the ruins of the original Moon Palace, which was the ring in Xu Qingtian's hand.

The girl is a virtual personality born in the backup center, and she is also an intelligent life form——

moon.

The bond between the Moon Clan has never been broken, even in that near-zero disaster.

"But I came a step too late after all." Xu Qingtian murmured painfully.

Surrounded by broken limbs and broken arms covered with blood-soaked clothing, Xu Qingtian reluctantly pulled out his hands from the muddy pool of blood. The black and red blood slowly flowed to the ground along with the palm prints. On the mechanical watch on his wrist.

As if they noticed something, Xu Qingtian and the remaining Jiyue soldiers turned back sharply.

A large number of soldiers suddenly appeared behind them. The leader was wearing a ferocious green ghost mask. It was Gale who had returned from the Moon Palace.

"Found you," Gale said hoarsely.

"Chief..." the young man shouted in fear.

Under the pressing pressure in front of him, Xu Qingtian stood up calmly, and then straightened his dusty white shirt with an expressionless face.

The man raised the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and at the same moment, the heavy mecha headed by him suddenly made a dull mechanical sound.

"Seraph is connected."

It was a call separated by thousands of years.

From this moment on, the entire mechanical army is used by Yue.

"Seraph! Hurry to the upload location, and the remaining warriors..."

The girl glanced at the calm Xu Qingtian.

"Kill them." The leader of the Moon Clan in suits and ties said softly.

"Boom!"

Since the kinetic energy of the mecha warriors has been nearly exhausted over the past hundred years, they cannot soar as wildly as they did in their heyday, but the situation they create when they run at this moment is still like the roar of the earth.

Amid the rumble of the ground, Xu Qingtian lowered his head in silence.

…

"Thank you." Xu Qingtian said softly.

The young man said in despair: "We are not as good as these mechas, we just die without any purpose."

Xu Qingtian wanted to pat his shoulder, but the young man's shoulders were covered with shocking scars.

"There are many survivors in this city, and their lives continue because of you."

"But their, their, lives can only keep them alive for one more second."

"Just for this second, is it worth it?"

…

"It's not worth it." Xu Qingtian shook his head and said.

"This second is a second for tens of millions or hundreds of millions of people... but it's still not worth it."

“Because it’s not worth it, few people do it.”