314: Chapter 314 The gentleman glanced at me.

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The East Sea defense line had already turned into a living hell.

The tragic nature of this war far exceeded any catastrophe in human history.

After a brief discussion at the frontline command post.

The six of them—Zhuge Jinyu, Ye Jingjun, Cang Mingyue, Jiang Luoli, Su Wanyue, and Teacher Wang Jin—

plunged headlong into this abyssal meat grinder without the slightest hesitation.

There were no reinforcements.

Defense lines all over the world were collapsing across the board, leaving everyone unable to even look after themselves.

There was no retreat.

Because behind them, on the other side of the breakwater, was Jianghai City.

The entire eastern coast of Great Xia concentrated the most core industrial resources and gathered hundreds of millions of unarmed ordinary people.

Facing those high-dimensional monsters that surged out from the great planar rift like a black tsunami and were simply impossible to kill off.

Of the six women, not one took a single step back.

For them.

Su Chen was still behind them.

Right now, he had no ability to defend himself.

If the Great Xia defense line in front of them collapsed, Blue Star would be completely finished.

Then the person they cared about most would also die.

Fortunately.

Zhuge Jinyu and Ye Jingjun had the elites of the Hall of Valor that they personally led.

As an ancestor, Cang Mingyue could naturally command the Taoists of Wangchen Temple.

Jiang Luoli had already been promoted to the new president of the Great Xia branch of the Huayu Association, and together with high-ranking members Su Wanyue and Teacher Wang Jin, they could lead the martial artists of the Huayu Association.

As well as those reinforcements from the White Snake Cult that appeared from nowhere, having no leader but fighting fearlessly and coming in full force to support.

This final defensive formation.

Finally had some quality after the arrival of the six women.

"Everyone!"

Zhuge Jinyu's white hair danced wildly, and the vermilion bird feather fan in her hand was already full of notches.

Her cold, clear voice, carried by spiritual power, rang in the ears of every martial artist.

"Behind us is our homeland."

"Today, we only fight to the death."

"Yes!"

The sound was overwhelming.

Facing the black frenzy composed of hundreds of millions of low-level monsters, the human martial artists gave their most shocking answer.

The day after Zhuge Jinyu and the others arrived.

Perhaps because the Alien Demon Plane also sensed that strong individuals had joined the human camp in battle.

The number of low-level Alien Demons suddenly tripled.

The defense line, which had been relatively stable, began to totter again.

Yet.

With almost no one giving orders.

Hundreds of thousands of martial artists burned their own source spiritual power, controlling colorful flying swords and magical artifacts.

They ascended into the sky without hesitation.

Looking up from below, those dense figures of martial artists, their spiritual powers intertwined and connected.

Under the dark firmament.

Vaguely formed the shape of a majestic Great Wall.

"Chen Beixuan, a martial artist from the Seventh District of the West China branch of the Great Xia Hall of Valor, wishes you all good fortune in battle!"

"Qingfeng, a mountain-guarding Taoist of Wangchen Temple, wishes you all good fortune in battle!"

"Jianghai branch of the Huayu Association..."

Accompanied by heartbreaking roars, those martial artists standing on the Great Wall while controlling their swords.

While shouting their names and the sects they belonged to.

While shouting, "Wish you all good fortune in battle."

Then, like moths flying into a flame.

They rushed toward the black tsunami that could swallow everything.

Beautiful, tragic flowers of blood exploded in the sky.

In war, sacrifice is an inevitable occurrence.

And it is the most worthless thing.

At first, those who fell were only ordinary martial artists and low-level disciples belonging to the four major forces: the Hall of Valor, the Huayu Association, Wangchen Temple, and the White Snake Cult.

As well as members of some unknown small martial artist organizations.

Facing the frenzy of hundreds of millions of low-level monsters.

Even if they self-destructed, they could often only take away a few insignificant Alien Demons.

But slowly, as the Alien Demon kin surging out from the rift became more and more powerful.

Those high-level martial artists, and even long-renowned masters.

Also began to be unable to continue to protect themselves in the midst of it.

On the defense line, familiar faces closed their eyes forever every second.

And during this time, which was so tragic that it made one numb.

Su Chen, who was protected in the rear by layers of arrays, was still in that foolish and silly state.

He sat in a wheelchair, holding tightly in his arms a piece of red gauze that Su Daji had worn during her lifetime (because the ice coffin could not be brought into such a chaotic battlefield).

His unkempt, snow-white long hair fluttered messily in the sea breeze.

But, perhaps because the sacrifice of the six mortal meteors of the Red and Blue Brotherhood was too shocking.

After that stimulation that struck straight at the soul.

Su Chen's condition.

Could be said to have improved just a tiny bit.

Yes, just a tiny bit.

From that previously completely closed, absolute foolishness like dead wood and cold ash.

He had turned into a "living dead" who occasionally had a trace of instinctive reaction to external stimuli.

His eyeballs would occasionally turn slightly, following the blood light exploding in the sky.

Deep in his pupils, it was no longer that despairing emptiness, but had a glimmer of spirit.

However, just this tiny, insignificant progress.

Made the six women, Zhuge Jinyu and the others, feel ecstatic hope in the despair of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

"Sir's eyes moved; he just looked at me!"

When Zhuge Jinyu retreated from the front line for a brief rest, she fed Su Chen spiritual liquid, her hands trembling with excitement.

The women instantly realized one thing.

If simple verbal preaching, if those warm memories of the past could no longer reach his locked-up soul.

Then, they could try to stimulate him with the most violent external forces.

On this battlefield where life and death separations could happen at any moment.

What could pry open his heart.

Was only blood and sacrifice.

Thus, in the following days, a crazy decision was executed.

Under the premise of ensuring Su Chen's absolute personal safety as much as possible.

Zhuge Jinyu, Ye Jingjun, and the others.

Began to take turns taking Su Chen, wandering on the edge of the battlefield.

They no longer hid him tightly in the rear.

Instead, they let him see with his own eyes that rain of blood filling the sky.

Watching those martial artists who were smashed to pieces to protect Great Xia.

They tried to use the tragic scenes before them.

To win back the person who, in their investment world, had always been so indifferent, calm, and reliable, as if everything was in his grasp.

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The fifth day after the Red and Blue Brotherhood fell in battle.

The East Sea defense line was overcast with dark clouds.

On this day, in the southern defense sector guarded by the Huayu Association, the originally stable spatial barrier.

Suddenly made a huge, clear tearing sound that could be heard across almost the entire battlefield.

Immediately after, a terrifying pressure that made heaven and earth change color descended with a bang.

An Alien Demon lord of the Transcendence Realm, with its whole body flowing with dark golden magma, six thick arms, and a ferocious face, squeezed out from that newly torn gap.

Behind it followed hundreds or thousands of elite Abyss kin emitting Twelfth Stage energy fluctuations.