Mysterious country

In the evening, at the headquarters of the Eastern camp, everyone came outside and had a big dinner before the war.

Xia Qi was also among the crowd, sitting at the same table as Leng Yue and others.

There were also Su Hao and others at the same table, but the atmosphere at this table was relatively heavy.

He seemed to have no energy.

Li Shuai and Jue Dai kept drinking, trying to relieve everyone's depression.

This time, even Leng Yue did not refuse and started drinking cup after cup.

In the middle of drinking, I don’t know who was taking the lead, but everyone was singing:

"Distant hometown

In that little corner

dark yellow fallen leaves

And the wind that carries memories

The yard in front of the wooden house is a paradise for children to play

The holy mountain in front of the small village houses the gods to whom the old man prays.

The wine of time exudes the fragrance of parting

The medicine of time cannot cure the pain of reluctance

It's time to go when you grow up

The children left their paradise of play

It's time to say goodbye when you're too old

The old man was buried in the holy mountain in front of the village..."

People roared at the top of their lungs, everyone raised their heads, looking at the stars in the sky, with tears streaming down their faces.

When the door of memory opens and the desperate scene comes into view, every second is heartbreaking.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sad song finally stopped.

Time also seemed to have stopped.

People were either lying on the table or falling to the ground, their consciousness was depressed, and there were clear traces of tears on their faces.

Xia Qi always felt that family comes first and then home.

But he found that he was wrong, and very wrong.

Because many of these people have been killed by ghosts and their families have been destroyed.

Some even their own hometowns have turned into a place of death and ceased to exist completely.

But they still care about home and every bit of their lives there.

So what is home?

Home is the ground you walk on and the stars in the sky.

Families are buried in the ground.

The starry sky shines with the light of the future.

Home is always in people's hearts.

As long as the person does not die, the family will not perish.

When the early morning light begins to shine on the earth.

Everyone has woken up from their dreams, and then began to pack their bags in an orderly manner. Under the leadership of their respective leaders, they went to the space next door to this space, waiting for their master and the big bosses to provide for all of them. practice.

Xia Qi walked out of his room wearing black clothes and expressionless.

The entire Eastern Camp headquarters has become empty.

He looked around, and then the person disappeared in the wind.

The next moment, above a formation of tens of thousands of people, Xia Qi suddenly stood in the air and appeared in the sight of everyone looking up.

When Su Hao, Zhang Fengyu and others saw Xia Qi's appearance, they all called out:

"dominate!"

Others also shouted in unison, with awe of Xia Qi and full of hope.

Privately, no one would call Xia Qi the master.

But in this case, it is obvious that the identity of the master is more convincing and contagious.

Because this is already an existence at the pinnacle of mankind.

Everyone looked at Xia Qi above in silence. After all, only a very small number of people knew that Xia Qi had passed by. For most people, Xia Qi was the god in their hearts.

They don't know Xiao Mo or Xia Qi's past. They just know that Xia Qi is the hope of mankind and has powerful power that can destroy ghosts and gods.

It's the key to getting them out of this desperate situation.

Xia Qi's eyes scanned the faces of everyone below without missing a beat, trying to remember each of them in his mind.

After a long time, he said in a strong voice:

"In about half an hour, I will join you on the battlefield to resist the invasion of the army of ghosts.

In fact, I can understand you very well, and I know very well that no one likes war, and no one is not afraid of death.

In this world, we have been left with too many beautiful things that are difficult to part with.

On this land, we have left countless footprints that we have walked on.

But from the moment ghosts invaded, the world began to become cruel, and too many people died at the hands of ghosts every day.

They may be your relatives, friends, or lovers.

Precisely because of the existence of ghosts, they are no longer there.

The existence of ghosts is like the dagger against our necks that threatens us all the time.

If I'm not careful, it could take my life away.

So in order to survive and prevent the people we cherish from dying, we can only choose to resist.

Choose your battles.

Some people may think, so what?

What I lost will never come back.

What this world has left for me is nothing but pain and sadness.

But is it really so?

Is this space just an accessory?

It is it that gave birth to you, it is it that protects you.

When you knew nothing about it, it was those pioneers who defended it with their lives time and time again.

No one exists independently. Everyone has countless ties.

me too.

Perhaps in your eyes, I am supreme, I am God, I am the Lord, and I control this world.

But you are wrong.

I am also a human being, and I have reached this position step by step from an ordinary person, an ordinary person, and a vulgar person.

My family is here too.

Right among you.

I also selfishly asked them if it was okay to hide and not go to the war.

But they rejected me.

They want to fight, because in the eyes of my relatives, home comes first, and then family.

And home is here.

In the heart of each of us.

If the heart shrinks, home ceases to exist.

The army of ghosts will invade, occupy our homes, and destroy our homes.

At that time, we will be slaves to the subjugation of our country, and we will be the scum who will ruin all this.

We will have absolutely nothing.

So, if it were you, would you like to be a hero or a subjugated slave in this world? "

"hero!!!"

Everyone let out a deafening roar.

"A hero is never a disgrace.

It is a kind of character and an attitude towards life.

Among the people present, it can be said that there are no absolutely good people, and no one with an absolutely pure mind.

Everyone also has his own little calculation in his heart.

However, from today on, you are a piece of blank paper. You are the steel bars that hold up the high-rise buildings. There is only one thing to do.

Don't give up, don't fall, and don't give in.

Because I will accompany you, I will try my best to stop the invading ghosts and gods.

Hold them tight until they are completely killed.

I promise that when this battle is won and we regain our new home, I will use my original power to resurrect all those who sacrificed for this.

Not only that, your family and friends will also come back to you again.

I remember each and every one of you. No one's death will be in vain.

Everyone should live as long as possible, and when all the ghosts are killed, accompany me to invade another world.

Okay? Dear brothers and sisters! "

"good!"

"good!"

"good!!!"

Following Xia Qi's words, everyone's momentum reached its peak, and their hearts boiled with excitement.

Xia Qi glanced at Su Hao and saw the other person nodded slightly. Then his eyes fell on Xia Chun and Xia Yan.

Both of them were smiling, their faces filled with pride in having him as their grandson.

Finally, his eyes fell on Leng Yue and others.

They were all looking at him at this time. Everyone looked calm, and their eyes only revealed a message to him.

Must survive.

Xia Xia Qi withdrew his gaze at this time, then took a deep breath, and shouted out of control:

“Everyone, let’s go!!!”