This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 273 Hello, Eluma
Five seconds.

The second hand strikes.

click.

In the frozen picture, Istar raised his right arm high, and the monstrous flood rushed straight into the sky, but his bloodless face was filled with anger.A tentacle full of filth was embedded in his chest, but it was difficult to penetrate half an inch because of a diamond-like halo.

Holding the tower shield, Don Quixote bent over, and the pitch-black spike pierced through the barrier, but stagnated in front of the guardian's shield.On the sassy face, there was only chilling intent, Don Quixote's eyes were fixed on False, but her defense did not deviate from Elma in the slightest.

The Knights Templar had already established their posture, like a torrent of steel, they were like a sharp giant spear, firmly nailing those evil creatures who wanted to step over them to the spot.In one day, they lost the best captain and the best general, but they did not lose the courage and glory that Christine brought them.

False tentacles are everywhere, his anger and fear are mixed together, and those hell-like pupils are full of absurd colors.He didn't understand why human beings organized a counterattack so quickly, and he also couldn't understand why they dared to face themselves and the existence they couldn't fight.

Even the grotesques that are born with power can't resist me, why do you have?
three seconds.

The second hand turns.

click.

False long mouthparts, turbid corrosive liquid condenses in it.Now he just wants to kill these humans, kill these humans who dare to challenge the ancient gods, as long as he kills them, he still has a chance to become the god of literature.

Elma closed her eyes tightly, she could feel how brutal the fighting on the battlefield was, and she could also feel Don Quixote's dull cries when he was stabbed in the chest.When she just stood there quietly, the blue long dress was like a bright pearl in this bloody and sharp land, giving everyone spiritual strength.

This is not a time for despair.

two seconds.

click.

Thick, dizzying acid liquid burst out from the false mouthparts, and everyone could see the rotten breath in it.

"Array!!!!"

No one chooses to back down, and no one chooses to avoid it.They didn't look back, but they saw Elma, the girl holding a scepter and a clock, waiting for the last moment.

They can see that outside the real world, a brave man named Zhou Li is looking for hope.

The Knights Templar had listed their posture early on, and they raised their heads, glaring at the destructive and terrifying acid.The shields and swords in their hands exuded dazzling light. This was the most precious gift left to them by the name of General Christine.

Holding the tower shield, Don Quixote stood on the front line and bowed her head slightly. She didn't pray, nor was she cowardly.She just remembered that Zhou Li once told her that the virtue of a knight is to preserve oneself and deal with the enemy, and dedicating such things is the most stupid behavior.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhou Li."

Slightly parting his vermilion lips, Don Quixote closed his eyes, and the emblem of the Guardian's Shield began to shine like a diamond.Behind her, a hundred sworn knights stood in place, their beliefs united as one, condensed on the rose-like girl.

one second.

The acid corrosion caused the first Templar soldier to lose his arms, but he didn't have any "instinctive reaction". Liquid, let out a final roar.

Don Quixote's shield had been corroded into a huge hole, a trace of acid completely disintegrated the gauntlet of her right arm, and white bones were exposed from the hole.She didn't feel any pain, nor did she feel any pain. What she did now was to raise the shield to protect the girl behind her.

ended.

At the moment when the acid was about to engulf the Templars and corrode Don Quixote, time froze.

To tear, to ache, to tear apart.

For the first time, False couldn't describe what happened in his body in words. At this moment, all he could think of was the tearing feeling that hit the soul directly.It was a hollow, painful echo that he couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't dare to hear it clearly.

No, no!
False's huge body began to shrink rapidly, and the acid turned into a pool of harmless sewage and fell on the ground.It yelled in horror, but it couldn't yell out any characters anyway.

It began to fear and tremble. It didn't know what happened to itself, and it didn't understand why it was in such pain.

"Everything you've done has been futile."

Among the dark clouds, golden sunlight penetrated the black curtain and fell on the earth.In this Jordan, which has not seen the scorching sun for a long time, False tore his body, crying silently in pain.

Zhou Li slowly walked out from the side, holding a pen in his hand, a pen without any power, only half filled with ink.He looked at the hypocrisy, and said lightly: "Even if you really succeed, you use the most beautiful soul of human beings to write your own works, you still can't become the god of literature."

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Hearing this sentence, False suddenly trembled crazily. He stared at Zhou Li viciously, and roared angrily: "As long as the work is completed, as long as the work is completed! I can gain the recognition of the literary authority, and I can become the leader of literature. God! You are lying to me, you are lying to me!!”

"Do you know why you can never become a literary god?"

Zhou Li's sudden words stunned False, and just as he was about to refute, he glanced at the pen in Zhou Li's hand out of the corner of his eye, and then, he seemed to understand something, as if struck by lightning.

"When you think that the essence of literature is falsehood and human self-deception, you have already lost the qualification to be the god of literature."

Walking on the sunny stone road, Zhou Li's soft leather heels made a dull sound. He bent down, with panic and falsehood in his eyes, and said calmly: "True literature is love."

"impossible!"

Roaring, like a fox under the guise of a tiger, he shouted in despair: "You human beings are all selfish and full of hatred. You only know that there are empty fantasies written on the books, and you will always use pens and The paper pours out its own desires. The love you speak of is nothing more than your hypocritical kindness, disgusting! Disgusting!"

"The god of literature was born out of love for mankind, and died out of love for mankind."

Gently resting the nib of the pen on False's body, Zhou Li looked at False, but that gentle man whom he had only met once appeared in his eyes.

"Literature is created by human beings."

The pen pierced False's heart, and at the last moment, False understood the words in Zhou Li's mouth, and a dead gray color appeared on his face, as well as deep despair.Because he finally understood that everything he did was just a joke.

The real god of literature is not Thomas, nor will he be himself.

Only humans.

Because only human beings are complex, they have pure love, and out of love, hate.They will write about the beauty of human nature in the book, and they will also write about the ugliest human nature.They have virtues that make gods feel inferior, but they also have evils that make demons fearful.They are the most complex creatures in the world, but also the simplest creatures.

When human beings pick up the pen and write the first words on paper, they will use their pure soul to build a colorful world called "literature".

Because they have always possessed the treasure called "Love".

"Your life is nothing but filthy falsehood and deceit. You cannot understand what love is, and you cannot have the emotion called love for any existence."

Seeing the gradual loss of life, his face was full of unwillingness and despair, Zhou Li wiped the pen in his hand, and whispered softly: "You don't even love the words you wrote yourself, so why do you control literature?"

"Even if it is a tragedy, it must be a tragedy that the author loves."

False gods, lost their lives.

The sun fell on the earth, people felt the warm touch, and the joy and sorrow after the war were mixed together.They didn't burst into deafening cheers, or cry frantically, they just stood there silently, saying nothing, doing nothing.

The templar knight with his arms corroded has been saved by his comrades with the life belt. He stared blankly at the empty street in front of him. The potholes made by fakes and the corrosion marks around him reminded him that the war had happened.Everything around him was extremely silent at this moment, and he felt peaceful on this street of the final battle.

ended.

everything is over.

Zhou Li came in front of Alma, but he didn't say anything, because when his figure was reflected in those sky blue eyes that contained all the beauty in the world, Zhou Li felt the existence of life.

He stepped forward and gently held Elma's hand.The scepter was put aside, the Book of Gaia was floating in mid-air, Zhou Li pressed the back of Elma's hand to his forehead, the warmth that reassured him allowed Zhou Li to unload all burdens.

"Elma..."

A dull, expectant voice sounded.Zhou Li felt palpitations at the act of risking his life to travel through an ancient god's soul.But he has no regrets, nor any worries, because he knows...

"I am always here."

Regardless of the blood stains on Zhou Li's body, he hugged Zhou Li into his arms.Elma leaned against Zhou Li's cheek, and her voice fell gently into Zhou Li's heart like a clear spring. At this time, the mist of the Black Emperor also softened and floated lightly beside the two of them.

People's eyes focused on Elma and Zhou Li, their eyes were full of exhaustion, but they couldn't conceal their pure reverence.Whether it was Zhou Li who defeated the ancient god, or Elma who turned the tide of battle, they were all heroes worthy of everyone's respect. They had paid too much for this city that had nothing to do with them.

Sticking it next to Zhou Li's ear, Elma said softly, "Ishtar and Gerost have both gone for treatment, and they're fine."

"Ah."

"Kaya and Linghai have saved many people, so we should praise them well."

"Will do."

"The command of the Al brothers and sisters and the Lin family sisters has protected many civilians."

"They did a great job."

"Don Quixote has also gone for treatment."

"it is good."

"We won."

"Yes, we won."

Raising his head, staring into Elma's eyes, Zhou Li said firmly, "We won."

Holding Elma's hand, Zhou Li turned around. He looked straight at the blood-stained Jordanians with radiant faces, and he swore an oath to everyone in a steady voice that everyone could hear. .

"This is your victory."

"A victory for the Jordanian people."

When Zhou Li spoke, the soldiers and the crowd who were in a trance realized that they had defeated the terrifying ancient god.

victory…

"we won?"

"Won…"

Slowly, some voices came from the crowd, and these voices gathered more and more. The crowd began to talk, and cheers began to sound. After a while, the cheers resounded in Jordan.

Zhou Li and Elma stood hand in hand among the crowd, the sun fell on them, casting a gentle halo on them.They closed their eyes, feeling the boiling crowd and everything that was alive.

Jordan, survived.

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One month has passed since the final battle.The grand end has fallen, and the British South government quickly dispatched personnel to station in Jordan, taking over most of the signals.

When the first batch of officials who rushed to Jordan arrived at the scene of the decisive battle, they were shocked by the tragic appearance of the street.It is hard for them to imagine what happened to this city, what kind of war broke out on this street.

Ruins, corpses, evil corpses, countless wounded, almost annihilated troops, and heavy casualties of professionals.

The city that was once known as the capital of professions now only remains an empty ruin.The remaining breath of the ancient gods and the corroded stone bricks reminded everyone that the tragedy of that battle was far beyond their imagination.

Soon, they got the battle report that Zhou Li gave them.In the battle report, General Christine stopped the falsehood of the ancient god at the cost of his life and prevented further disasters from spreading.Demon hunter Jeslot and General Istar tried their best to trap False in the street.In the end, there were less than 50 members of the Knights Templar left, more than half of the city defense army was damaged, and the injuries of various professional trade unions were also very heavy.

But what surprised these officials was that, despite the horrors of the war, the civilian death toll was appallingly low.In this column, Zhou Li clearly gave the credit to the soldiers and professionals who participated in the defense battle. Outside the battlefield, almost all Jordanian professionals mobilized and built countless forts and passages. Saved everyone's life.

The extent of the destruction of that street can no longer be described in words, and the reconstruction work has given these officials a headache.At this time, the assistance from the Lin sisters and the Ayer Chamber of Commerce made the officials feel like a treasure. Under Zhou Li's guidance, the United Chamber of Commerce took over the task of rebuilding, and at the same time, accepted the task of commemorating the war.

The war that took place on August [-] was deeply imprinted in this city. In the days to come, the British and Southern Government will designate this day as "Jordan Disaster Resist Day" to commemorate the events that took place on Mink Street in Jordan. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and people died in this war.

On this day, the whole country mourns.

(End of this chapter)