National Fortune Survival: Assassinate The Savior At The Beginning

the whole process.

Still no one spoke.

Like a silent film.

Their expressions are awe-inspiring and extremely sacred.

Except for the clothes that covered their bodies, all other clothes that were contaminated with their fighting spirit were thrown into the huge pit!

Go on.

They threw the long knives they carried with them into the huge pit!

The blades of these knives are all stained with the blood of the Lich!

After throwing these things away.

Wang Yuan and the others still didn't say a word.

They picked up the hoes and shovels again, and silently chose to refill the big hole.

at the same time.

They also found a ten-meter-high boulder and ground it into a stele with a bone blade!

finally...………

Three hundred people stood in front of the stele.

Wang Yuan spoke the first sentence.

"Who starts first?"

He glanced at the others.

A hoarse voice sounded: "I'll come first.

The first to come out was Zhang Huaimin.

A well-known weapons expert in Kyushu.

He was not a combatant, but he strongly requested to be assigned to the combat group.

Him now.

Without a shirt, showing slightly old muscles.

Holding a knife in his right hand, he approached the stele.

 …

Extend the palm of your left hand.

There was hardly any hesitation.

Raise the knife and strike fiercely!

At this moment, the blood was flowing and rolling out!

But his demeanor was indifferent.

Nothing has changed!

There is no so-called color of pain!

Actually.

This kind of pain, compared with the sadness in his heart at this moment, is too insignificant.

Their civilization, which lasted for five thousand years, has been cut off!

In the heavens and worlds, no compatriots with Yanhuang blood can be found anymore!

After the blood splattered.

He covered the stone tablet with his left hand and began to write the first stroke!

Blood flowed and soaked the stone tablet.

Very dazzling!

"Global Disaster" live broadcast room.

Helen also looked dumbfounded.

She imagined that after this group of people found the stele, they would write inscriptions in various ways.

But I never thought about it......

They actually resolutely cut their own palms.

Use your own blood to engrave the stone tablet!

In the live screen.

After Zhang Huaimin.

One after another came out.

Their expressions were calm and extremely solemn, and their movements were almost the same.

Hold the knife, raise your left hand, and slash hard!

While the blood is flowing.

Write what belongs to them.

This scene was extremely shocking.

It is constantly washing Helen and the cognition of the survivors from various countries.

An aura called tragic generosity lingered in their hearts.

they never thought

Just put up an inscription.

It can be so thrilling!

Even through the screen, they are all a little excited!

"Huh? They've finished writing the characters, what are they going to draw on the stele now?"

In the live broadcast room.

The survivors from various countries soon discovered one more thing.

Following the three hundred people drawing together, three large characters full of bloody and ferocious aura appeared on the stone tablet.

"Kyushu Monument!"

The three characters are ferocious and towering, as if baring their teeth and claws.

But if you look closely...

You can see the unspeakable sadness inside.

That is condolences to the dead compatriots!

That is the loss and hesitation of the heavens and the world, who will never see the Yanhuang bloodline again!

That is a heartbreak for the sudden collapse of a civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years!

After writing the three big bloody characters.

They haven't stopped yet!

While the blood on their palms was still wet, they continued to draw on the lower part of the stele without saying a word.

Every stroke, they portrayed very carefully.

For fear of staining something.

Blue Star, Yinzhou State.

Survive Chinese and Western.

Zhou Qu watched the scene where 300 people collectively drank blood...

The body couldn't help shaking with excitement.

Blood!

This is a word unique to Kyushu!

Looking at countries around the world, none of them have this tradition!

Once this kind of thing happens, it is often a major occasion.

It's either life or death, or life at stake!

This is a testimony unique to Kyushu!

He kept his eyes on the whole time, staring at the three hundred followers.

Each of them wrote the three characters "Kyushu Monument" on the inscription with the blood of their palms.

After finishing writing.

It was engraved on the inscription again.

The outline of the lines is messy, as if ghosts draw peach charms.

Survivors of the nations do not recognize what it is.

But he is a native of Kyushu.

But he recognized it at a glance!

"They are painting Kyushu!"

"They are drawing the territory and terrain of our Kyushu!"

Zhou Qu could only feel his heart beating faster.

A pen drawn with the blood of the palm.

Very familiar.

That is the land of Kyushu engraved in the hearts of people in Kyushu, and will never be forgotten until death!

Mountains, rivers, mountains, plains...  

Terrains appeared on the stone tablet one by one.

There is the Kunlun Mountain full of mythology. According to legend, the Queen Mother of the West lives on it, and the elixir of longevity is enshrined!

There is the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, which stretch for thousands of kilometers and have nurtured a civilization of five thousand years!

There is a majestic Mount Tai, on which countless generations of emperors enshrined Zen and sacrificed to heaven, Qin Huang Han Wu, Tang Zong Song Zu!

There is the Great Wall to resist the invasion, guarding the north, stretching for thousands of years, and it has not collapsed yet!

 …

Almost every time a line appears on it, Zhou Qu can guess what it is!

It's not just him.

This moment.

On the land of Kyushu, countless people were raising their heads, meditating on the terrain outlined by Wang Yuan and others.

"..Yangtze!"

"Yellow River!"

"Kunlun!"

"Great Wall!"

"Tarzan!"

"Five Sacred Mountains!"

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That is the terrain that bears the imprint of five thousand years of civilization in Kyushu!

That is rubbing in everyone's bones, something that can never be forgotten!

Even in a foreign land.

Even in the Ten Thousand Races battlefield.

Three hundred followers, still not forgotten!

They are using their own blood to outline the land of Kyushu in their memory!

In their view.......

Although Kyushu is dead, it will always live in their hearts!

Outside Kyushu City.

The expressions of the three hundred people were extremely pious, and they carefully outlined the lines.

finally…………

Gathered into a magnificent map of Kyushu mountains and rivers!

Go on.

Three hundred people worked together to set it up, and firmly inserted it into the grave!

Each of them brought a bowl of clear water and dripped their own blood in it.

After exchanging with each other.

Drank it down! (Denuo's)

survival center.

Before he knew it, Zhou Qu burst into tears.

I can't wait to rush into the battlefield of ten thousand races now and tell them that Kyushu...

not dead yet!

Kyushu City, outside the city.

After the bloodbath is over.

Three hundred people faced the monument of Kyushu, facing the mountains, rivers and land of Kyushu on the monument...

Performed a ceremony of kneeling three times and knocking nine times!

The breeze blows.

Each of them is topless.

The lich on the tower kept wailing and cursing.

But no one cares.

Everyone was staring at the blood monument in a daze.

The rivers and mountains in the memory...

It seems to jump out of my eyes.

in the crowd.

Another hoarse voice suddenly sounded Gan.

"I'm... a little homesick."

Home.

the word.

It hit everyone's heart hard.

This is a place that used to be incredibly warm.

And now...

Another extremely cold word!

ps: I will continue to code, as long as the code is not dead, I will code to death!.