Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 292 Martyrs

Wang Li walked out of the dark and smelly cave of corpses and stopped in front of a turbid puddle.

A vague shadow of Wang Li was reflected in the puddle.

Because there was no one left to care about, and because world civilization had collapsed and all basic supplies had long been consumed, Wang Li had not taken care of himself for a long time.

At this moment, my reflection in the puddle has a fair face, and my gray hair and beard have turned shiny black without me noticing when.

He was no longer the same as before, his body was haggard and he looked like a man in his sixties!
Especially the radiant light in his own eyes, the irrepressible spirituality, so dazzling that even Wang Li himself found it blinding.

Is this me?

How could this be me!

"Hey, this, this...what's wrong with me?"

He knew his own body clearly, and Wang Li had been prepared in his heart. If nothing unexpected happened, his death would happen in the next few days.

It was clearly just the last desperate cry before his death, but why...

In a trance, Wang Li recalled the dream just now. Everything about it seemed like yesterday, and yet it seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Everything in the past is like yesterday's death, and everything in the future is like today's birth..." Wang Li seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence in a trance.

Wang Li wandered around in this ruined city.

It was a dark and gloomy day when time had passed, but Wang Li's heart was still filled with starlight, which made his blood, which had long been cold, begin to burn again.

Wang Li could clearly feel that his life fire, which had long been dim and about to go out, was now blazing with flames, almost burning up the sky!

It was obvious that before, he kept dreaming about the past, dreaming about his parents, brother Yuanzhu, sister Qingfei, and his younger brothers and sisters.

It is said that when a person is about to die, he will dream about the past more and more frequently. Wang Li thought that his death star was probably already shining in the sky, and it was just a matter of time before his soul returned to his hometown.

But now...

Wang Li glanced at the sky.

The gloomy sky, like layers of dark clouds covering everything, enveloped the entire planet. There was no sunlight or moonlight, only a vague halo.

The halo is of unknown size and distance, and it seems to encompass the entire world and make it one of them.

That is the legendary courtyard of the gods, the arena of the gods!

Twenty years of foreign wars have changed so many things.

Twenty years ago, the gods invaded the earth and launched a war that seemed to destroy the world with an almost sweeping gesture.

The Han Federation resisted all the way, but its resources were exhausted one after another. The former martial arts masters all died out, and the civilization system collapsed completely. The cultural level of more than 99% of the new generation is only able to write their own names!

The world of Earth eventually evolved into the cruel and deformed world of today, like the ruins of the end of the earth...

Without state suppression, the remaining creatures on Earth have long lost sight of what order is.

One ruling class after another sprang up in the ruined cities, relying on exploitative sucking of the last bit of the old era, struggling desperately in the end times.

For them, in this doomsday world where resources have long been exhausted and there is no civilization left, nothing is useless!
Even a piece of waste paper has its value!
And in such a world, what is the most valuable?
Not surprisingly, it’s – people!

What are living beings without civilization and order?
They are living flesh and blood consumables!

It is a sacrifice to please the gods! It is a walking spiritual nourishment!

Hair, skin, flesh, bones, and even souls, nothing is unusable in this apocalyptic world after the gods’ realm was destroyed!

Not only the living beings themselves, but also their descendants are the same. Generation after generation, their descendants are like the cattle, horses, and lambs they raise in captivity, or even far inferior to them!
Why did Wang Li, like a silent ghost, return to Laijun, a city that had been destroyed twenty years ago and where perhaps only his own city was left?

In addition to wanting to die at the place where his parents and relatives died in battle, he also wanted to live a miserable life and not be a slave.

The ultimate form of all the flesh and blood corpse workshops on this earth is the [Arena of the Gods] at the highest point of the sky!
High in the arena, the gods stood together, overlooking the universe and the planets.

In the arena, there are strong men from the world who were captured by the gods.

They constantly staged bloody competitions in the arena and killed each other's compatriots in order to pray for the favor of the gods and obtain the gods' gifts, so that they could break free from this doomsday world, enter the realm of gods, and get the life they expected.

“Heh…” Wang Li looked at the halo at the highest point in the sky and sneered.

But the next moment, he lowered his head again and continued to fiddle with the extraordinary things he had plundered bit by bit in the ruined city of Jun over the past decade.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but on the dark and messy ground, Wang Li had already completed the placement of a magic circle that was so shabby that it was unsightly, but had all the necessary nodes.

What he lacks most now after being reborn is strength, the infinite power that can set things right in this terrible world and turn back twenty years of miserable time!

The best would be the kind of power that can reach great perfection in one day, become extremely powerful in seven days, and become invincible in heaven and earth in fifteen days!
After all, who can guarantee how long this reborn state of one's self can last?
Who knows, he might send it directly in the next moment!

But how could there be such an extraordinary system in this world that is completely impossible and completely beyond understanding?

Even if there was, Wang Li didn't think that kind of extraordinary system was something that could be understood by someone like himself who had practiced martial arts for twenty years without any achievement, and had not studied for another twenty years, becoming almost semi-illiterate.

However, if he wanted to settle for second best, Wang Li still felt that he had a chance.

That was what he had set out at the moment, this magic circle of sin and evil that was said to have come from the depths of the gods' realm, the sin of God!
Again, twenty years of war have changed too many things.

During these twenty years, much of the knowledge in the world of gods has been transferred to the earth.

Just like the magic circle that Wang Li set up at this moment, it is one of them.

According to legend, through this magic circle, people can reflect the dark demons and evil creatures hidden deep in their hearts.

If one's desires are strong and one's mental fluctuations are drastic, one can even reach great heights in one day and possess the power to look down upon gods and demons!
However, in the past twenty years, ever since this magic circle spread, its harm has been endless. Even the demise of the Han Federation is actually inextricably linked to this magic circle!
Even Wang Li had seen more than one person being defeated by the evil creature summoned from deep within his own heart using this magic circle, and finally being devoured by it, crying in despair as he died without hope of reincarnation.

Wang Li was deeply frightened and had not dared to have the slightest thought in the past twenty years.

Wang Li originally thought that he would never be able to manipulate this magic circle in his lifetime, but now...

"Hehehe! Come on! Let me see what the strongest dark monster in my heart looks like." Without any hesitation, Wang Li directly activated the magic circle.

Endless light submerged Wang Li.

Wang Li was in a trance, and the voice of his youth seemed to come to his ears again: "I have to say, this magic circle is really interesting."

"By the way, have you ever thought about what you will give birth to? A god? A demon? Or something even more terrifying?"

“Forget it…” Wang Li replied, “Forget about gods and demons. If possible, I would rather be a martyr who is scarred by the final struggle of this world but always full of all passion!”

“Martyr,” my younger self seemed to be thinking, “If that’s the case, how can I not follow my own heart?”

“Hahahahahaha…” Wang Li was laughing, laughing wildly!
(End of this chapter)