321: Chapter 321 What would he do if we died...?

"Within these three breaths, those controlled Alien Demons will lose their ability to attack, and at the same time, lose all ability to split and regenerate."

"And it is at that very moment..."

"I need Sister Jingjun and Sister Jinyu to lead all remaining warriors who can still breathe, and without reservation, unleash your strongest skills capable of wiping out all the monsters in an instant."

"Shatter that vast ice sculpture, along with the monster souls trapped within, in one fell swoop."

As Cang Mingyue finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze at that very moment.

This method sounded quite reliable.

It was also the only method with a chance to annihilate the Alien Demons that had entered Blue Star in one go!

By killing the entire group of Alien Demons the moment they were controlled by absolute zero, the pollution domains they had created on Blue Star would naturally disappear as well.

As long as this main force was eliminated, Blue Star would have a chance to breathe.

Even if just a little.

After all, the production capacity of the Alien Demon Plane and the Cthulhu progenitor could not be infinite.

Otherwise, it would have reached the energy limit of the plane.

However...

The delicate bodies of Zhuge Jinyu and Ye Jingjun gradually grew cold.

This method sounded theoretically feasible.

But if it were truly carried out.

Cang Mingyue, who would sacrifice her demon core, would undoubtedly have her soul scattered on the spot.

And Zhuge Jinyu and Ye Jingjun, who would exhaust all their origin energy and forcibly overload to release their ultimate area-of-effect killing moves.

Would also absolutely be torn to pieces on the spot by that terrifying backlash.

The three of them, I fear, would not survive.

The cold wind howled.

The three Transcendent Heroic Spirits, standing proudly in the world, looked at each other in silence before the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Thinking that they would not be in this world for much longer.

The first thought in their minds was not fear.

But rather, their gazes turned slowly, in unison, toward the rear of the position.

That camp tent, tightly protected by layers of defensive formations.

There sat the man who kept them worried and whom they loved to the bone.

Inside the tent.

Su Chen was still sitting in his wheelchair.

A head of snow-white long hair draped over his shoulders.

He clutched three items tightly in his hands.

A broken blade, a butterfly hairpin, and a charred phoenix robe.

Although his gray, empty eyes would occasionally move.

He remained a cripple without consciousness, foolish and dazed.

Looking at his desolate appearance.

The three women's eyes were filled with endless guilt and pain.

"If we die..."

Tears welled up in Ye Jingjun's eyes.

"What will happen to... my husband?"

Indeed.

If Su Chen were to truly wake up one day.

When he discovered that although the world had been saved.

But his Su Daji had died, Teacher Wang Jin had died, Su Wanyue had died, and Jiang Luoli had died.

Even Zhuge Jinyu, Ye Jingjun, and Cang Mingyue, who had been guarding him until the end, had all sacrificed themselves for him and for this world, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Seven beloved women, the seven most important people in his life, all dead.

(PS: The author adds a knife to the wound; in fact, there are still the Green and White Snakes.)

Even if there were no more monsters in this world, and the prosperity of the past had returned.

Left alone to live in this devastated world, how could he possibly go on living?

That would be ten thousand times more cruel than killing him!

However.

If they did not do this, once the dam broke, Su Chen, along with this world, would not survive past tomorrow.

Between "living in pain" and "total destruction."

They had no choice but to make this cruel decision for him.

Just as Su Chen had once made choices for them in their world.

"Drip."

A warm tear.

Slid down Zhuge Jinyu's cheek.

Winding its way down her white Prime Minister's robe.

Leaving a red trail, neither long nor short.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the grief in her heart with all her might.

The back of the Great Qian's female Prime Minister straightened once again.

"Yue'er, Jingjun."

Zhuge Jinyu looked at her two "close as kin" sisters and said, enunciating each word clearly.

"When the sun rises tomorrow, we shall execute Yue'er's plan."

Cang Mingyue and Ye Jingjun knew that Zhuge Jinyu had already made her decision.

They did not argue.

They only nodded silently and heavily.

"Go and arrange the handover of defenses."

"The Alien Demons have also temporarily retreated."

"Tonight, let the soldiers rest well and prepare for tomorrow's final, desperate strike."

Zhuge Jinyu raised her head and looked toward the quiet tent.

Her gaze became gentle and filled with longing.

As if it were about to melt into a pool of spring water.

"Tonight..."

"Is the last night the three of us will spend with Sir."

...

The night was as dark as ink.

The East Sea dam, where the flames of war had temporarily ceased.

Was plunged into a deathly, oppressive silence.

All soldiers had been ordered by Zhuge Jinyu to rest.

But she knew clearly herself.

I fear that tonight, in the entire camp, there would not be a single warrior who could sleep.

In tomorrow's decisive battle, the number of people who would die would certainly not be limited to just the three of them.

Even among all the warriors present, it was uncertain how many would survive.

Tonight, perhaps most soldiers were lying in bed with their comrades, chatting about the future and the things they wanted to do.

While incidentally planting flags all over themselves, like an old general on a stage.

Or perhaps they had already recognized the reality.

Lighting a desk lamp to write down their unfinished business to their families.

Meanwhile, inside the central camp tent.

A solitary lamp flickered, emitting a faint, warm light.

Su Chen sat quietly in his wheelchair, gazing hollowly at the flickering candlelight.

Zhuge Jinyu, Ye Jingjun, and Cang Mingyue sat around him.

On this night.

The three Transcendent Heroic Spirits, who usually bickered and competed with each other for their status in Su Chen's heart.

Were rarely, for once, not jealous in the slightest.

Because they knew.

After tonight, they would all become nothing but a handful of dust in this man's memory.

Everyone was so reluctant to part.

They took off their usual robes.

And changed into the clothes they wore when they first met Su Chen, or those that held the most commemorative significance.

Ye Jingjun took off her favorite red dress and changed into a simple, plain green garment.

That was what she was wearing in the small courtyard in Qingzhou City when Su Chen first held her hand to teach her swordplay.

She crouched before Su Chen's knees and gently pressed her face against his large, temperatureless hand, like a docile little cat.

"Husband."

Ye Jingjun's voice was soft and melodious, carrying a thick nasal tone.

"Do you remember back then at the Penglai Sect, when I was being insulted by those elders, and you controlled my hand to help me strike that sword attack?"

After saying this, she chuckled.

"You silly master, at that time, I didn't even know you were living in the mirror."

"You know, when I swung that sword, the expressions on Dad and that group of old things around us were just like they had seen a ghost..."

She looked up, gazing at Su Chen's expressionless face, tears sliding down silently.