313: Chapter 313 Their Heroic Dreams

"Old Zhao, tell me, us six at the Fifth Order, is it enough if we go up?"

The young man with a yellow towel tied around his forehead smiled and patted the captain's shoulder.

The man known as the captain had a blue towel tied around his neck.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"It probably fucking isn't enough."

"But, given the current situation, we have to do it even if it isn't enough."

"The main thing is, no one else is willing to go up."

He glanced at the embankment below, then at the crooked tea stall.

He glanced at the faint outline of Jianghai City behind the embankment.

He suddenly burst into laughter.

"Brothers... I originally thought that I was just a useless corporate slave, scolded like a dog by my supervisor every day for a six-hundred-yuan monthly attendance bonus."

The captain's voice was relieved yet arrogant.

Just like when he was a child, facing the monster disguised as a doll.

He suddenly raised the battered, notched blade in his hand, pointing it from afar at the arrogant Abyss Demon General.

"Fortunately..."

"Heaven finally opened its eyes and gave me a chance."

"To let me... to let us, this group of losers."

"Finally fulfill the unfinished..."

"Heroic dream."

The next second.

Under the shocked gazes of Zhuge Jinyu and the other five women.

Under the old man's tear-filled smile.

The six ordinary martial artists with red and blue towels tied around their heads did not hesitate in the slightest.

They simultaneously reversed the meridians in their bodies.

They ruthlessly burned away their own lives and humble cultivation.

"'Jianghai City Red and Blue Brotherhood', Zhang Qiang, here to meet my death."

"Li Bin, here to meet my death."

"Zhao Lei, here to meet my death..."

They each called out the names their parents had casually given them, names as ordinary as could be.

They called out the name of the small organization they had founded themselves.

A small organization that barely anyone in the martial arts world had ever heard of.

In this apocalyptic sky.

Six corporate slaves who had lived ordinary lives.

Six ordinary people who had once been bent under the weight of life.

Like six dazzling swords of light piercing through the desperate night.

Carrying the purest dreams of their childhood.

They transformed into six brilliant meteors.

They plunged forward, fiercely striking into the eye of the Abyss Demon General.

"Boom—!"

A burst of blood-colored fire, not particularly dazzling, exploded in the very center of the alien monster horde.

That place was originally the Abyss Demon General's weak point.

Those six ordinary people, at the cost of their own bodies being shattered and their souls dispersed.

Even though they hit its weak point.

They didn't cause severe damage to its eye socket.

They only delayed it for three seconds.

The six figures wearing red and blue towels disappeared forever into that dark wind and rain, not even leaving a scrap of clothing behind.

On the embankment, in front of the tea stall.

Dead silence.

Behind them, the martial artists who had just reorganized their formation.

Watching that red and blue light slowly dissipate, leaving only scattered rain of light.

Were all stunned.

The next moment, a roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami raging.

Burst from the throats of every low-order martial artist.

Seeing that someone had actually chosen to face death so resolutely.

They also, without hesitation, made the same choice.

"Kill—!!! Avenge the brothers of the 'Red and Blue Brotherhood'!!!"

"Kill all these bastards!!!"

"May you all have great martial fortune!!!"

Inspired by the time and space bought by those six with their lives.

The morale of the entire battle line was boosted.

Countless low-order martial artists with bloodshot eyes followed their example.

Burning their own life and cultivation.

They charged towards the Abyss Demon General's eye.

One firework after another exploded in its eye socket.

Finally.

After reaching a certain critical point.

On that unimaginably massive body.

A crack suddenly appeared.

Accompanying this crack.

Was the total disintegration of the Abyss Demon General.

It was the same as when Ye Jingjun attacked it earlier.

Slowly decomposing.

Turning into a cloud of blood mist, dissipating into the air.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

The martial artists who had participated in killing the Abyss Demon General just now.

Were at most only Sixth Order.

Which meant.

Even if it could truly resurrect infinitely.

What would appear next would only be a small Sixth Order Abyss Demon General.

...

On the embankment.

The old man remained in his posture of looking up at the sky, motionless.

The rag in his hand had drifted to the ground at some unknown time.

His mouth was open, as if he still wanted to shout something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Only two lines of murky, aged tears rolled down his deeply lined cheeks.

Dripping onto the floor tiles, shattering.

The old man slowly lowered his head.

He raised his trembling hand, wiped the tears from his face, then bent down to pick up the rag.

He walked back to the tea stall and picked up that dusty rag.

And began to slowly.

One stroke after another.

Wipe the old wooden table that was already clean.

His movements were very light, very slow.

As if he were wiping the most precious treasure in the world.

Finally.

From under his stall.

He solemnly took out six freshly washed tea bowls.

And filled them with freshly brewed herbal tea.

He stood up shakily, and with trembling hands, picked up the six bowls of freshly poured coarse tea.

He tilted his hands.

The clear tea turned into streams of water in the cold wind.

Spilling into the soil below the spot where the six members of the Red and Blue Brotherhood had died.

"You brats..."

The old man's voice choked with sobs.

"Are you tired from fighting?"

"Come, have some hot tea."

"Grandpa is treating you all today."

No one noticed.

That person who had been sitting in the center of the crowd the whole time.

With dull, empty eyes.

The white-haired Su Chen, who had completely closed himself off like a living dead person.

Those dead, lifeless eyes that had been dry for a full half year.

In the instant they reflected the explosion of those six blood-colored meteors.

At the moment he heard the old man's words "treating you all".

Suddenly.

Slightly.

Trembled.

...

This day.

Was the day with the greatest number of sacrifices on the Great Xia side since the alien monster rift opened over the East Sea.

Zhuge Jinyu and the other five women stood side by side on the city wall.

Watching the low-order martial artists, led by the Red and Blue Brotherhood, turn into meteors and explode into flames.

In this cold, black rain filling the sky.

Fading and extinguishing little by little.

Those ordinary corporate slaves who had been shattered for their childhood heroic dreams.

Used their lives to forcibly downgrade the strength of that Abyss Demon General, successfully allowing the defense line to close again.

But everyone knew.

War.

This cruel meat grinder.

Would never stop its gears that crushed everything just because of the tragic sacrifice of a few ants.

This was just a monster that didn't even count as Transcendence Realm, but had caused great trouble for the human defense line just because its mechanics were special.

How were they supposed to deal with other, stronger guys who relied purely on stats rather than mechanics?

No one knew.

No one knew what the outcome of this war would actually be.

But what everyone did know was.

As long as they put down their weapons now, they would die immediately!