Douluo: I level up alone.

Chapter 314 The first step in creating a god

All kinds of soul beasts receded like the tide, leaving people with blank faces.

"Are they... gone?"

"Return?"

"we won?"

"we won!"

"We finally won!"

In the sky, the darkness that covered the sky gradually faded away, revealing an afterglow that shone on the earth. Everyone faced the sunlight that no longer had any deterrent power, showing a trace of happiness after the disaster.

Some people cheered, some jumped for joy, and some people sat down on the ground and howled.

"Woooooo, we're still alive..."

The cry was extremely contagious, like a virus, spreading from one to ten, and then to a hundred. Suddenly, the battlefield resounded with a cry of collapse like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

They didn't know why they won. From the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, they were ready to die.

Countless comrades, relatives and friends are all falling down one after another around them. Maybe they will be the ones who fall next moment.

They were also afraid and thought about retreating, but in the end they persisted with the determination to die.

The endless killings made them feel desperate, and they even had the illusion that the war would not stop until the city was broken.

Waiting for death is a kind of torture.

They have been waiting numbly for the moment of death when the city is broken, and their hope has been lost bit by bit in the endless killing.

But what they didn't expect was that they actually won in the end. They waited until they won, and they successfully survived to the end.

Their tense spirits suddenly relaxed completely, and they could no longer hold on.

Being strong and fearless was just a desperate choice under numbness. When the hope of life came to everyone again, they cried happily.

Someone was lying on the ground, holding the remains of his comrades or relatives, with tears streaming down his face silently.

They don't know what's the point of living. Their relatives are all dead, and their comrades are also dead, but they are the only ones who are still alive.

They lowered their eyes, and the afterglow cast light on their faces, but failed to illuminate their eyes.

Like zombies, they stood up, carried corpses that could not even be put together, and walked towards the city. Their eyes were dim, as if they had lost the meaning and expectation of survival.

War leaves people with nothing but a messy battlefield and an inconsolable soul.

During the war, the city was in full swing, as if everyone was working hard to protect the city with gritted teeth.

Now that he has won, he no longer has that vitality, and instead looks a little lifeless.

"stand up!"

Suddenly, a low and soul-shaking chant sounded.

These three words were like some kind of strange curse, which made everyone tremble.

This sentence was like a magic voice. When it spread, shadows began to move under all the corpses on the battlefield, and then, under the astonished eyes of everyone, they suddenly wrapped the corpses.

Those holding the stumps of their comrades were pushed away by an inexplicable force.

Then, everyone saw a dark figure standing up from the body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Crazy screams came one after another, and everyone looked at their comrades who had been "resurrected" in front of them in horror, with disbelief on their faces.

They couldn't believe that the comrade they had witnessed dying just before was actually standing in front of them alive again.

"This is, this is, those shadow soldiers!!!" Someone recognized their current state. Isn't it exactly the same as the shadow soldiers who supported them before?
For a moment, everyone was at a loss, not knowing what the situation was, whether they should fight or go up and hug each other goodbye.

"Stand up! Do you still want to sleep? Your relatives and friends are still waiting for you!"

There was another call, and more and more shadows stood up.

"Soul curse! Soul curse! This must be a soul curse! Someone is using soul skills to revive them!"

Finally, someone keenly connected these three words with the shadow soldiers in front of them.

They had already heard about it once when the shadow soldiers showed up to support them, but the war was urgent and they didn't have time to think about it.

But this time, they just connected things slightly and quickly understood the relationship between the two.

Everyone quickly looked for the sound and saw a young man walking slowly from a distance. He was covered in black armor, just like the shadow soldier.

"he is……"

Everyone narrowed their eyes.

It wasn't until the boy came closer that they saw his appearance.

"It's the Holy Son!"

"This is the soul skill of the Holy Son!"

Everyone was stunned. When Cheng Xiao approached, they unconsciously moved out of the way, as if Cheng Xiao had some kind of aura that made them feel afraid.

"Holy Son! You caused this war. Don't you have anything to say to everyone?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd plucked up the courage to shout.

Everyone was shocked and looked around, and the crowd dispersed, revealing him.

Cheng Xiao also stopped and turned around to look. What caught his eye was a panicked young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. However, his face was covered in blood and he looked very embarrassed.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man looked panicked.

Everyone present secretly admired the young man's courage. They also wanted to complain, were unwilling to do so, and even hated him, but they only dared to hide in the crowd and remain silent.

Soon, the young man's eyes became firm again. After the initial panic, he took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth, mustered up the courage, and looked at Cheng Xiao.

"Don't you explain anything?" the young man asked.

"Explanation?" Cheng Xiao asked.

"My brother and my father both died in this war." The young man wiped his sour eyes carelessly and looked at Cheng Xiao stubbornly, "Die for Wuhun Palace, die without regrets. But, What is the purpose of this war and why do those soul beasts come to you? Shouldn’t we know?"

"We can die, but we don't want to die so unclearly."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, countless people responded.

"Yes! We can die, but we cannot die in peace."

"We just want to know why."

"I don't want their deaths to be meaningless."

Voices rose and fell one after another, and the young people spoke their hearts.War is unavoidable, and sacrifices are already destined. The moment they step onto the battlefield, they are mentally prepared.

But they really don't understand the meaning of this war.

You can let them die, but they must die clearly.

Cheng Xiao glanced around. It seemed that people couldn't stand Cheng Xiao's sharp gaze, so they shut up one after another, and the air fell into a solemn atmosphere.

"Since you survived, then live well for your brother, father, comrades, and relatives."

(End of this chapter)