Rebirth of the National Male God

Si Huang's smile was a bit contemptuous and cold, but his voice was low-mellow and gentle, "As a newcomer in the entertainment industry, it is incomplete without being deliberately suppressed by seniors. That level was too decent for you."

"..." Lei Yu felt like he was digging a hole for himself to jump in, but instead of being angry or afraid, he was aroused by interest, "Come on, I'm afraid of you! You don't know that I am more and more courageous. Is it?"

Si Huang's eyes narrowed.

The more frustrated you are, the more courageous this sentence, if you understand it a little more crookedly, it is masochism.

The conversation between the two ended with Xiao Jin's shout. The filming crew was ready, and the other extras also finished their positions.

"action!"

Si Huang entered the play instantly, the lines on his face were still soft but more cold than ice and snow could not melt, and his clear eyes were filled with bottomless mystery.

Lei Yu was right behind her, but fortunately, he had raised his spirits long ago, so he was not panicked by the aura that Si Huang said would change.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The two of them walked silently, and it seemed that there was no problem, but the director Xiao Jin noticed something, and his expression changed a little.

Is it an illusion?

"Sir Bishop..." Lei Yu shouted in a low voice.

The camera was naturally aimed at him, to clearly capture his expression at this moment.

However, the silver-haired priest in front did not stop, as if he did not hear his shout and continued to move forward.

Lei Yu had to keep up, this time his voice couldn't hide his anger, "Bishop Metheus!"

The camera also missed staying on his face for a few more seconds. This time, when we were going to continue shooting, the silver-haired young priest suddenly stopped. Even so suddenly, it made people take it for granted.

He looked at the young man with a pair of dark golden eyes. The commoner armor on his body was obviously damaged, his hair was messy, his face was sunburnt, and he looked very embarrassed. Proof of fighting and surviving on the battlefield.

"Why did you do this?" The young man's upright personality and doubts about the bishop made him unable to choose to remain silent, "Why do you want to abandon them? Look at them, they are the ones who protected this country, and this group of people. The warriors who fought to the death on the battlefield made your lives in the royal city safe and sound!"

The young man gritted his teeth angrily and shouted, "While you are eating delicious food and drinking fine wine, these soldiers can't even get enough to eat! When you are having fun, they are struggling between life and death! In order to defend the country, they use their own Flesh and blood to block the enemy, even if they die, even if the body is cut off and the last hand is left, they will drag an enemy to death with their swords, and if there is one mouth left, they will also bite a piece of flesh from the enemy's body! It is for the motherland, for the whole people, not for the worms who abandon them in battle and fear death!"

This part is undoubtedly well performed, Lei Yu's frowning brows condensed complicated emotions, like a hero who was provoked.

Xiao Jin signaled to the film crew to seize the shot to highlight the charisma of Lei Kui's outburst this time. However, a figure moved slightly and missed the connection point between Lei Kui and the lens just right and right, so that the lens could not be seen on Lei Kui. If you stay too much, you can only let it fall on the figure, otherwise it will cause the entire shooting to stop and fault. This is a very low-level mistake, and the photographer should not make it.

Xiao Jin frowned.

One time may be an illusion, two times is definitely not an accident, Si Huang is really deliberately suppressing Lei Yu.

Could it be that Lei Yu tried to provoke Si Huang just now?

No wonder Xiao Jin thought so, because he felt that Si Huang would not take the initiative to deal with Lei Yu for no reason.

Up to now, he can't be too biased to call NG, he can only look at the next shooting first.

"They are warriors."

The silver-haired priest stood on the edge of the city wall, standing there without any movement, exuding an unspeakable charm all over his body, from the blown silver hair to a finger, it seemed to reveal a divine brilliance.

"A soldier's job is to fight."

"Warriors deserve to die on the battlefield."

"Fleeing is a disgrace to a warrior."

His tone was calm, yet there was a power that shook people's hearts. why? Because the sound is so magical that it can cause a human physiological response? Or those eyes... those eyes that were staring at the soldiers below, deep and quiet, revealing incomprehensible emotions.

Lei Yu was dumbfounded for a moment, looking at the silver-haired priest whose hair was blown by the wind, revealing his entire face. He looks so perfect as a god, is this god really cruel? Why can I calm down when I look at him, and I can't help but respect him? !

The duty of a warrior is to fight! Soldiers deserve to die on the battlefield! Running away is a disgrace to a warrior! So the generals who were running away were actually the ones who were most tortured by their inner condemnation?

Lei Yu couldn't help but start to think. He didn't realize that he was in the play. He was reminded by Si Huang's previous words that his thinking in acting was no longer rigid, and he even thought about the emotions of false characters in the play.

"The warriors of Aegros." The gentle voice of the silver-haired priest reached everyone's ears.

The warriors under the city walls should not have heard her voice, but Xiao Jin has long discovered that Sihuang has great control over the voice, and does not need a late-stage seiyuu at all, and even his voice can resonate more than a professional seiyuu. , so he had expected this situation for a long time, and specially set up a broadcaster. Under his gesture, the extras below also clearly heard Si Huang's voice.

Together, they bent down their steel-like waists, willing to bow their heads for the faith in this man.

"The last food in the city has been handed over to the women and children who are about to retreat. You must stay in the city and fight at the last moment."

Lei Kui suddenly raised his head and stared at the silver-haired priest in disbelief. He actually told the cruel truth to the soldiers in a straightforward, direct, peaceful tone and without any compassion.

There was a momentary commotion in the group of warriors, and then they heard the voice of the silver-haired priest.

"Your relatives are behind you, and you will protect them with your own flesh and blood."

"Your names will not be remembered by everyone. God's last gift to you is to die on the battlefield."

"Your bones will be buried in this land."

The words of the silver-haired priest represented death, proclaimed their death, so plainly that there was no disguise.

The heavy atmosphere squeezed people's hearts.

The taste in the wind seems to have become more bitter.

"Lord Bishop! Will we win—?" A hoarse scream rang out.

This is the soldier in charge of guarding the city wall. He looks very young, only fifteen or sixteen years old. The cloth and armor on his body do not fit, and he is holding a flag in his hand. On the blue flag is Eger. Flag of Rus country.

"Yes, we will win." The silver-haired priest turned to look at the terrified little guard, "Hold the flag in your hand tightly, and don't let it be broken by the enemy."

"Yes, Lord Bishop!" The little soldier lowered his head, his shoulders were trembling, but he held the flagpole in his hand tightly, "We will win, even if one person dies, we will pull two enemies to death, and prevent him from invading the motherland. An inch of land!"

"I am with you," said the silver-haired priest.

What does it feel like?

The soldiers below couldn't see the expression of the silver-haired priest, but they could see clearly as the photographer and Lei Kuo.

How to describe it? The words seem to have become empty, it is a kind of feeling that hits the heart, like a sharp thorn piercing the heart instantly, it is painful and stuffy but not repelling.

On the expressionless face of the silver-haired priest, in those dark eyes, he seemed to have seen the future, and saw the real mountain of corpses and blood, which was desolate.

Did he predict all this? Did he recognize death? What was he thinking? Is it really hypocritical comfort to say 'we will win' and 'I am with you' when you really don't care about the deaths of these fighters?

Lei Yu remembered in a trance that Metheus said 'we'! And he, who just mentioned the soldiers below, said 'them'!

"Raise your heads, straighten your waists, and pick up your shuriken."

The following soldiers have done obediently.

"Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that after losing faith, the soul has nowhere to go, and finally falls into the abyss."

"You are warriors. Death is not the end. Glory and faith are forever."

The warriors raised the swords in their hands, raised them high and dropped, raised and dropped again, over and over again as if they were tireless, shouting in their mouths: "Glory -- glory -- fight for the glory of Aegros. Fight for the glory of warriors! Glory and faith are forever!"

city ​​wall.

Lei Yu was suddenly absent-minded, and his eyes unconsciously stared at the profile of the priest in front of him. His blood was boiling and his thinking was confused.

In this scene, the protagonist is no longer him, but all the soldiers present, the silver-haired priest who is the focus of everyone's attention.

However, no one cares about that anymore.

Their hearts were silently ignited.