honor me as god

Chapter 907
Since when did it become like this?

Since when did things get out of control?

Or from the beginning to the end, they were never in their own hands.
When should you stop in the first place?
Maybe stop before that snuggle by the lake and kiss him?
Maybe stop before that all-hands meeting to cheer him on?
Maybe it should have stopped before that extraterrestrial attack, riding a horse to save him from desperation?

Maybe we should stop before that long conversation under the moonlight, and the heart-to-heart friendship?
Do not.
Maybe earlier.
As early as the very beginning.
Maybe the first time I met him, I should have stopped
Solandelle stood in the public cemetery of Wangcheng, her azure blue eyes reflected the flying snow all over the sky, and they were all deathly gray.

Now is the season of red lotus, which should be the beginning of summer, but at this time, Wangcheng presents a rare celestial phenomenon in ancient and modern times, the sky is crying, red lotus is flying snow.

Solandelle, dressed in black to comfort the dead, with fluffy snowflakes on her shoulders, is participating in the mass funeral of the fallen soldiers in the "Battle of the Apocalypse" in the cemetery.

The sky was full of haze, and the dim light turned the pure white snowflakes into gray. The team of the family members of the deceased formed a long line, which could not be seen at a glance.

There were no remains for this funeral, because there were too many dead, and it was impossible to bring them back.

Those soldiers who fought fiercely on the front line, some cut off the heads and limbs of the same kind with blades, and some smashed the flesh and blood bodies of the same kind with heavy weapons. They obeyed the words of the gods and fought to the death without retreating.

In the end, their bodies will be buried forever in a foreign land. Only the nameplates with their names engraved on them will be placed in public coffins, buried in the soil, and monuments will be erected to symbolize that they have been to the world.

The family members of the deceased came to the public coffin one after another, or mourned silently, or wept uncontrollably. After a procedural mourning, they knelt down on the ground and put the plaque in their hands with the name of their father, husband, or son on it. The nameplate was placed in the coffin, completing the final farewell.

The snow kept falling and getting bigger and bigger, but no one wanted to leave. More than 2000 family members of the fallen soldiers stood in the snow and wept quietly.

At the same time, there are more than 1200 million family members of soldiers in the vast land outside the royal city doing the same thing.

A mother and son stood beside Solandelle. Their life was as usual. The young woman got up early, made breakfast for her son, and sent him to school.

The little boy was reading, writing, and playing with his new friends at school. When the sun was setting and the class bell echoed in the evening wind, he ran out of the school yelling, threw himself into his mother's arms, and asked his father what time to go home.

Mom told him that Dad would be back soon.

quickly
But in the end, they didn't wait for the man who came home, only his nameplate.

At this time, the young woman was in tears and could not accept the fact that her husband had sacrificed.

On the contrary, the little boy was calmer. He looked at the public coffin with wide eyes and did not cry.

Maybe it's because children at this age still don't understand what parting between life and death is. They feel that their father is just away from home, and they will wait for him to wake up tomorrow morning, and say good morning to him gently.

However, when the little boy saw layer after layer of soil being dug into the pit and the public coffin covered and buried, he suddenly realized that he would never see his father again.

The little boy's wide-open eyes were covered with mist, and he clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, looking at Solandelle beside him with an almost pleading look, his voice became hoarse with crying: "Your Majesty, Is my dad a hero?"

Are you a hero?

From the facts, there is no doubt that it is.

After all, this was a mass funeral attended by Her Majesty the Queen in person, and the fact that the mother and son were qualified to stand beside Her Majesty showed that man's outstanding achievements.

It was an offensive and defensive battle that took place on the 17th of Booting. The man's position was violently attacked by the elite troops of the imperial court. Ten of his comrades were killed or injured, and they ran out of ammunition and food.

At the end of the road, as the commander of the commander, he did not abandon his position and retreat, but painted his whole body with fire oil, and led the remnants to launch a counterattack brazenly.

In the end, he broke through the enemy's line, rushed into the fire mine storage point, shouted "Glory to my Lord" and ignited the fire oil on his body, detonating a large number of enemy fire mines, and directly killed more than 100 Far East fighters.

This incident has been regarded as a model by the Royal Army since then, and it has attracted many soldiers to follow suit when they are desperate. This man was also appointed as a hero by the Lord Regent.

However, at this time, facing the inquiry of the orphan of the hero, Solandelle gave a completely different answer. Her eyes were as dark as stagnant water, and she said quietly: "No, your father is not a hero. He died meaninglessly. .”

Everyone around was stunned by this answer, and the young woman covered her mouth in horror, shed unbelievable tears, and sobbed, "Your Majesty, how could you say that?"

The little boy stood there blankly, his eyes glazed over, and he was at a loss.

Gradually, almost distorted flames ignited in his eyes, and he clenched his fists and shouted hoarsely: "It's okay! Dad is not a hero, and I will become a hero in the future! When I grow up, I will follow my lord like my dad, Kill those Far East dogs! Kill them all!!!”

If Solandelle was enduring before, then at this time, the uncontrollable sorrow completely broke her psychological defense.

Whether it is the people of the dynasty or the people of the kingdom, every human being was once a baby conceived in October, and was brought into this world with great difficulty by a great mother.

The little boy in front of him should have had a happy childhood, and would thrive under the care of his parents, from an innocent child to an upright man.

All of a sudden, gunpowder smoked, his father died, and that existence that was revered by the world left a curse in his heart, telling him to hate other human beings and telling him to kill them when he grows up.

Years later, the little boy who grows up will remember the words of the gods, keep angry forever, remember hatred forever, cry out for war, and long for revenge.

He would howl and stab the knife into the heart of the "enemy" to become a "hero" like his father, but he forgot that everyone was once a naive child and should have a completely different and beautiful life.

Solandelle's wailing burst out, she hugged the little boy into her arms, clasped his back tightly with her fingers, as if she wanted to grab him from the edge of the abyss.

"I'm sorry," she said tremblingly.

The little boy completely froze in place, the burning hatred in his eyes slowly faded away, turning into a daze, he asked at a loss, "Your Majesty, why do you want to apologize?"

Solandelle clenched her teeth tightly, blood oozing from between her teeth due to excessive clenching, her eyes were filled with unprecedented resentment and determination, as if she was staring at a certain existence through the snow.

"I released a monster with my own hands"

(End of this chapter)