Blue and White Society

  Chapter 914 Funeral

   On a bare island, there are many tombstones.

   This is an island within an island, and on its periphery, a larger island base has been artificially filled with soil, which is already full of people.

  Lingdao, this is not the first time Moqiong has seen it.

  But this is Mo Poor's first time attending a funeral here.

  In this war, a total of 3,955 members were sacrificed, and most of them were only Alpha and Beta.

   Among them, the newcomers who graduated from Limit Island in the past two years all died.

   To a certain extent, the Blue and White Society has broken down.

   After nearly two years of fresh blood, if not for this war, at least half of them will become the mainstay of the Blue and White Society in the future after some training.

  But now, Mo Poor is actually the youngest member of the Blue and White Club...

  Community members are not suitable for war. They should use their powerful containment logic to collect treacherous containment objects one by one, instead of being killed by the so-called war in the hail of bullets.

  But there is no way, if you don’t hit this stick and let them continue to lurk, it will be the fate of the dead.

  As for the routines, not all of them are useful. Fighting against the five major civilizations at the same time, the current result is already a better result of painstaking arrangements.

  When Mo Poor rushed to the battlefield of Kaimen, there were only more than a thousand members left to fight.

  He tried his best to rescue them, and sent 3,000 dying commune members to reincarnate, thus saving a large number of vital forces.

   Afterwards, there were 12,500 outsiders and 114,700 U.S. troops, all of whom survived through reincarnation.

  But there are still 3,955 members and nearly 20,000 outsiders who are dead.

   Mo Qiong can save those who are not dead, but there is nothing that can be done for those who are dead.

Nature is cruel, the soul of the dead will disappear in a very short period of time, Mo Poor tried to find the soul after complete annihilation, the final result is that he found a soul-like person in the low-dimensional virtual world .

  He is not a dead person, he is just a virtual data with the same appearance, his personality memory is completely different, he doesn't even know what the Blue and White Club is, and has nothing to do with the dead members.

  When members die, collective funerals will be held at a fixed time in Lingdao, especially when there are a large number of sacrifices, basically everyone who can come will come.

  At this time, Mo Qiong and other members of the commune silently listened to the last words of the burials.

"Grass!"

   This is the last words of the first tombstone, then the second, the third...

   "Hey hey..."

   "Tsk, there's no need to hide."

   "It takes two seconds for them to reload, and five seconds to recharge the hand cannon!"

   "You are the only one still serving as a soldier?"

   "See, this is the ultimate explosion of the starving ghost!"

   "Dude, do you have any sugar?"

   "They're building spaceships underground in Washington!"

   "Luo Yi, hold on."

   "Do you think I can't kill people because I only have a head?"

   "You can't participate in the mission for the first time."

   "You are a dog, I live in Moscow!"

  The last words of the dying one after another echoed in front of the tombstone.

  This is the characteristic of Lingdao, only the real dead will have the last words of Lingdao.

   On the contrary, there is the last words of Lingdao, which means that it is completely dead.

   There are quite a few who may be in a tense battle situation, and have no last words at all, either meaningless grunts or cursing.

  Some, they didn’t realize they were going to die, they were just chatting.

   There is also the use of the last words to convey information.

   What's more, use this to joke with people who will attend the funeral in Lingdao in the future.

   Among them, the number of jokes is the largest, because this is a joke that can only be made once in a lifetime.

   "Everyone in Lingdao, stand at attention!"

   "All those who survived will be punished by Laozi coming to Lingdao!"

   "Is my tombstone number 9527..."

   "Only this song will be played on Lingdao? Change to another song!"

   "Ring ring ring! Time to go to work!"

   "Ah! Forgot the last words!"

   "I've already thought about my last words...it's...cough cough cough...wear...wear...gulu...giggle..."

  All kinds of last words were inspired by the characteristics of Lingdao along with the burial.

   This group of victims not only joked, but even interacted with their graves.

   Soon there was a voice from a grave: "Martin, sing a song and listen!"

   Regarding this, the members attending the funeral looked at each other and looked for the partner named Martin.

  This kind of interaction with graves often occurs, and they are all named by name, asking someone who attended the funeral to do one thing.

  According to the unwritten rules, that person must fulfill the last wish of the deceased unconditionally.

  Everyone looked left and right, suddenly froze, and then stopped looking.

  Because of a grave next to it, the deceased was Martin.

  Martin's last words are: "Mihir, I like you."

   Everyone hurriedly looked for who Mihir was, but unexpectedly they saw Mihir's tomb again.

  Mihir's last words were: "Everyone applauds!"

   Suddenly, thunderous applause rang out from the outer ring of Lingdao.

  Mo Poor's originally sad mood was completely stupefied at the moment, but he had no choice but to applaud.

  He remembered Mihir and Martin. When he turned into a cheetah, it was these two members who took him back to the Blue and White Club. He didn't expect them to die too.

  Three thousand nine hundred and fifty-five members, the last words are full of strange things.

  Many of them were completely inappropriate for the solemn atmosphere of the funeral scene, which made many people at the scene dumbfounded.

   This custom is said to have started with the president of the third generation. When he died, he left behind a song with incomplete tone: "Happy birthday to you rua~ la la la ~"

  Sandaimu never sang in front of others in his life. It turned out that he was tone deaf. No one knew about it until he chose to expose his singing voice before he died.

  He is the president, and almost everyone came, but the tombstone was filled with an extremely ugly, but cheerful singing voice.

  The members of the commune were dumbfounded. After that, the funeral in Lingdao became indecent.

  The fourth-generation president, Geng Sao, said directly on the tombstone's last words: "If you come to see me, please sign my tombstone!"

  How can everyone not follow his last words?

   As a result, his tombstone has been filled with tens of thousands of signatures over the years...

  Because the space is too small, latecomers must practice micro-carving skills before they can carve characters on it.

   Gradually, this became a unique joke of the Lanbai Club, and it became a custom with allusions and stories.

  As long as Spirit Island exists, the last words will echo here.

   "In this incident, a total of 3,955 members died..."

  Establish the grave, listen to the last words, and after the process is completed, the funeral is over.

   Kaimen blamed himself, and then let everyone disband.

  After the crowd dispersed, Mo Poor was going to see how the interrogation of the captives of the arcane oligarch was going.

  Suddenly, he seemed to hear something, and suddenly distorted time and space, blasting a big hole in an aircraft carrier at sea.

   "Boom!"

   "What are you doing! Luo Yi!"

   Everyone looked and saw a member of the aircraft carrier pointing a pistol at him, but Mo Poor discovered it in time and destroyed the pistol from the air.

  He is Luo Yi, who made outstanding contributions in this battle.

  One man, one shield, blocked hundreds of millions of troops, and absorbed all the firepower from one direction!

  More than 20 billion laser shots, more than 90 million high-energy bombing times, 65 meteorite impacts, 12 hydrogen bombs with a TNT equivalent of more than 10 million tons...

   These can still be counted, and I don’t know how many have not been counted.

  Although the damage was reflected back, the pain, all in the form of 'infinite duration', was transformed and implanted into Luo Yi by the Holy Shield.

  Even if it is just a fleeting injury like a needle prick, it will be infinitely stretched and become a kind of continuous pain.

  A single pain is nothing, but what about the pain caused by countless attacks? It's also over the limit.

  When Kaimen attacked the crime and launched a counterattack, Luo Yi still stood up with his shield and did not move. Someone else carried him away.

   It wasn't that he couldn't move, but that he was in so much pain that he didn't want to do anything.

  The will of steel allows him to endure so much pain without dying, and allows him not to collapse under any external stimuli...

  No one can defeat the Iron Will, except himself.

  Luo Yi was injected with a large amount of analgesic drugs, but the effect was minimal.

  The superimposed pain has already exceeded the physiological limit, which is purely based on quantity, and has accumulated into a transboundary type of pain.

  He was emaciated by the pain and torture, and his psychology affected his physiology, and his whole person was like dry wood.

  The agency didn't let him come, but let him have a good rest. The research department is trying to find a way to help him deal with this situation.

  But Luo Yi insisted on attending the funeral.

  Unexpectedly, he was about to commit suicide after returning to the aircraft carrier, and Mo Poor found out in time to stop him.

   "We have already sacrificed 3,955 people, don't take it too hard." Mo Poor said.

   "It's three thousand nine hundred and fifty-six... and me." Luo Yi trembled, his eyes were bloodshot.

   "What are you talking about! Luo Yi, I'll take you back to rest." Wei Lan rushed up, supported Luo Yi's body, and brought him to the island.

  Luo Yi said: "Even if I am in a coma, I will wake up from the pain...Why should I rest? The price of the Holy Shield, as long as I am still alive, will not end. In fact, I am already dead."

  Everyone knows that at this moment, he has been bearing the aftereffects of the World War I.

   And this price is forever, and the Blue and White Club doesn't know how to get rid of it for the time being.

   Wei Lan hugged him tightly, and said eagerly: "You are still alive! We will all find a way to get rid of it!"

  Luo Yi shook his head and said, "Stop talking, I should have died on the battlefield."

   "Death list, add me."

   Wei Lan also grabbed it tightly, crying: "You don't have a will of steel! Don't give up!"

"I'm sorry, I really can't hold on anymore. Once I can't help but give up the protection of the steel will, I will immediately fall to the ground and die hysterically in the torment. That's too ugly, give me a gun." Luo Yi said.

  Yes, if he wants to die, no one can stop him.

   Just give up the Iron Will.

  But he didn't do that, but insisted on attending the funeral. But manpower is finite, and the price is permanent, his will is not.

  He is very calm now, and he cherishes this calmness. At this moment, he just wants to kill himself with a gun and die with dignity.

   "I'm sorry, I thought I could keep going, but I overestimated myself."

   "Don't stop me, Mo Qiong." Luo Yi stared at Mo Qiong.

  Mo Poor said: "So many people died, you managed to survive from the battlefield, now we won, you didn't give up on the battlefield, do you want to give up now?"

  Luo Yi said: "I can't die on the battlefield, this is my mission. Now the mission is over."

   "I found that I didn't have the courage to live at all...really...I mean it..."

  Everyone was silent, not knowing what to do.

   Luo Yi suddenly pulled out Wei Lan's gun and pointed at his head.

   However, the trigger was stuck by an air wall.

  With so many people present, countless air walls instinctively shot.

   "Persist a little longer, do you believe me? I will find a way to save you, give me some time." Mo Poor said seriously.

  Luo Yi shook his head and said, "Stop making promises at will, Mo Poor."

   "I believe in you, but I can't wait any longer. Let me decide for myself while I'm calm."

"I was the one who brought you to Mengdao, but I didn't expect you to be the most important harvest of the Lanbai Society in the 21st century. I am very honored, Mo Poor, you can save many people, but please don't save me. Let me Soul dissipates, please."

  Mo Qiong is like being struck by lightning. He can save many people, but he can't save only those who are dying.

  He didn't know what to do, a brother was begging him not to save himself.

  Everyone silently retracted the air wall, and so did the others.

  Only Wei Lan was still holding Luo Yi tightly, and said in a broken voice: "Stop...stop...stop..."

   "I'm really sorry, Wei Lan, I'm really sorry." Luo Yi broke Wei Lan's air wall restraint with one finger, and then pulled the trigger.

   "Boom!"

   "Ah!" Wei Lan screamed in pain.

   Mo Poor stared at his eyes. All eight senses allowed him to clearly see that Luo Yi's soul had vanished into thin air.

   He clenched his fists, and Kaimen sighed: "It's powerless, isn't it? It's my responsibility."

  Unexpectedly, Mo Poor didn't discuss the issue of powerlessness with him, but looked at him and said, "I want full command power."

   "..." Kaimen looked at him, unable to speak.

  Mo poorly said: "David, Kaimen, do you voluntarily hand over the command to me?"

  This is against the rules. The three major commanders on Earth, Mo Qiong, Kaimen, and David.

  Mo Poor wants to direct the arbitration!

  David was overwhelmed by Mo Qiong's aura, and looked at Kaimen.

   Kaimen frowned and said, "Calm down..."

   "I'm calm, but you, are you considering the threat of the Apocalypse?" Mo Poor said.

"Uh…"

  Mo Poor said seriously: "A bigger crisis may appear at any time, I hope you will give me the command."

  …

   p.s: Sorry. I had something to do yesterday, so I rushed back to write today.

  (end of this chapter)