93: They have not been forgotten!

What Fourth Realm, what Fifth Realm?

What an invincible, organized force?

All the previous analyses were a joke.

With Lu Ming instantly activating his Immortal Mode,

in just a few minutes, over thirty Netherworld Knights were completely reduced to blood.

And the once arrogant Fifth Realm commander with white hair met an even more tragic end.

Not a single piece of flesh could be found on his entire body; his white bones gleamed eerily under the sunlight.

The many superhumans who rushed out of the cabin all gasped, their hands instinctively tightening on their weapons.

Many even turned their faces away, suppressing the nausea churning in their stomachs.

He had seen mountains of corpses and often navigated through piles of dead bodies.

Yet, he had never seen anyone capable of torturing a Fifth Realm powerhouse until only a skeleton remained, not even a speck of flesh left.

The two old soldiers who had previously mocked Lu Ming for being a coward didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

“Hahaha, exhilarating, truly exhilarating!”

A boisterous laugh suddenly erupted in the cabin, breaking the silence that was a mix of shock and oppression.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see General Li Zheng Guo of the Garrison Army striding out.

His dark green military uniform was covered in dust, the golden stars on his epaulets particularly striking under the sunlight, yet his face held none of his usual gravitas; instead, it was flushed with excitement.

As a member of the Garrison Army, Li Zheng Guo's hands were naturally stained with the blood of foreign races, and he had witnessed more brutal battles than most people present.

But even he, when he saw Lu Ming meticulously carving the bones with his blade through the cabin window, reducing the Fifth Realm commander to nothing but a skeleton, couldn't help but clench his fists.

These past years, while Great Xia appeared peaceful, the foreign races had never ceased coveting Great Xia.

To protect the passage, countless soldiers died without even leaving behind an intact corpse, let alone being so humiliated by foreign races.

Today, Lu Ming's battle not only avenged Old Zhou but also released the pent-up anger in the hearts of all the heroes who died at the hands of foreign races!

He quickly walked to Lu Ming, first giving a solemn military salute to Old Zhou's head in Zhao Hu's arms.

Then he turned to Lu Ming, cupped his hands, and said with admiration in his voice:

“Patrolman Lu, what skill! I, Old Li, have been in the army for thirty years, and this is the first time I’ve seen someone deal with a Fifth Realm powerhouse of the Nether race so cleanly. This battle, it’s truly satisfying!”

Although the two were not from the same system, Li Zheng Guo had heard a little about Lu Ming, this rising star of the Night Watch Division.

Ruthless in his actions, rarely leaving anyone alive.

But how to put it, a bane in the eyes of other superhumans, yet perfectly suited to their taste.

Li Zheng Guo’s gaze lingered on Lu Ming for a moment, then he continued with an appreciative smile:

“Everyone outside says you, Patrolman Lu, are ruthless in your actions, a bane among superhumans, but in my, Old Li's, opinion, this is exactly how one should deal with foreign races!”

As he spoke, he pointed to the stark white skeleton not far away, his tone filled with satisfaction.

“These scoundrels treat our soldiers' heads as wine jugs, trampling the dignity of our heroes. Being soft-hearted towards them is being cruel to our brothers! Against such scoundrels, not an ounce of humanity should be shown!”

“Only by flushing them all down the sewers can Great Xia achieve lasting peace!”

At these words, many superhumans around silently nodded.

Previously, some had thought Lu Ming's methods too bloody, but recalling Old Zhou's head being treated as a plaything, and then looking at that skeleton, they only felt a sense of gratification.

Against inhuman foreign races, there was no need to talk about showing mercy.

Lu Ming held Old Zhou's head in his hands and slowly walked to the group of retired veterans with Zhao Hu: “I merely did what I should have done. I was once one of those they protected.”

The eyes of those old soldiers instantly reddened.

Their sacrifices were worth it.

They had not been forgotten!

Zhao Hu was the first to rush out, bowing deeply to Lu Ming: “Thank you, Mr. Lu! Thank you, Mr. Lu, for avenging Brother Zhou!”

The other veterans also followed suit, bowing to Lu Ming, their voices choked with emotion: “Mr. Lu’s great kindness, we of the Demon Suppression Army will never forget for all eternity!”

The old soldiers who had previously mocked Lu Ming for being a coward bent their backs to the ground, too ashamed to even lift their heads.

Damn it, it was truly a scorching realization!

Lu Ming reached out and supported Zhao Hu’s arm, feeling the tremor in his fingers from excitement. His voice softened a little: “No need for such formality. Protecting Great Xia is what we are supposed to do.”

Zhao Hu, however, refused to straighten up, his eyes red as he looked at him, tears streaming down his wrinkles:

“Mr. Lu, you don’t understand… We old soldiers, after retiring, always fear becoming useless, fear that the defenses we guarded and the blood we shed years ago have long been forgotten. But today, you not only avenged Old Zhou but also said you were once protected by us…”

He choked, paused, then wiped his face, “This is better than any reward you could give us! We know our sacrifice was worth it!”

Then, Zhao Hu took the head with both hands, his movements as gentle as if holding fragile porcelain, and a hoarse reply squeezed from his throat: “Old Zhou, I’m taking you home…”

Li Zheng Guo stood by, watching this scene, his eyes also slightly warm.

He patted Zhao Hu’s shoulder and said in a deep voice: “You have never been forgotten! Every inch of Great Xia’s land remembers your contributions; every light in the city is protected by your lives!”

His gaze fell on Old Zhou’s head, and his voice softened a few shades: “Old Zhou was a hero; he shouldn’t have met such an end. I will have his remains sent back to the Heroes’ Mausoleum in Linyuan City, to be buried with the brothers who guarded the city gate with him back then. Every year on Qingming Festival, someone will visit him.”

“Thank you…” Zhao Hu bowed deeply, and the old soldiers behind him also bent their backs, their movements uniform and solemn.

Just then, the roar of a helicopter came from a distance.

Li Zheng Guo looked up, a hint of relief on his face: “Reinforcements have arrived.”

Immediately after, he took a deep breath, his expression becoming serious again.

“The vanguard of the Nether race appearing here means that the defenders of Linyuan City are likely… in dire straits.”

“Time is short; we must hold the passage before the Nether race army arrives!!”

Li Zheng Guo’s words were like a boulder thrown into calm water, and the cabin entrance instantly fell into a dead silence.

The wind carried the scent of blood from the wilderness, sweeping away the relaxed expressions on everyone’s faces, replacing them with gravity.

Yes, this was just a small contingent of the Nether race.

If not for Lu Ming, could they have handled it so easily?

But no matter how powerful Lu Ming was, against a tide-like army of the Nether race, he would only be a slightly larger stubborn rock.

Just as everyone was deep in thought,

an explosion sounded in the distance.

Li Zheng Guo’s face suddenly changed.

“It’s the Garrison Army’s artillery! The Nether race might have started pouring out of the passage in large numbers!”

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