Sen held the armrest and slowly turned his head. The blood at the corner of his mouth had soaked into his collar. "Really?" Su Mingan said. He couldn't remember when he showed his childish side.

"When you came to Fenghuo in 1932, I thought you were an extraordinary person. Later Fenghuo became District 11, and District 11 became Doomsday City, and more and more people saw you. But

I have seen you in a bad mood. When Feisi died, when Yaowen disappeared, when Luna died, when Xia Sheng died, when Tredia died, when Su Xiaobi jumped...that

Sometimes, I feel that you are actually very lonely. Sometimes you are resourceful and astonishingly calm. Sometimes you make mistakes and speak insincerely like a sulky child. Only then do I feel that you are real.

Not a perfect statue."

"...I didn't mean what I said." Su Ming'an said. "You are saying it now." Sen said. Su Ming'an's eyes were not focused.

He couldn't laugh at all at this time. "I'm sorry, but I really want to finish these words." Sen said. "It doesn't matter." Su Mingan said.

"After tonight, the war will definitely be over. By then..." Sen paused for a while, and his voice suddenly trembled:

"Can you bury me...and Xia Sheng together?"

When the old man faced death, his calm and calm temperament was much stronger than that of the young man. When he saw Su Ming

From the moment he died, there was no fear of death on his face. He only said that it was finally over, that his life was finally here.

Back then, he missed the opportunity to die on the battlefield, and he was uneasy about it for the rest of his life. Now he still dies on the battlefield, which is considered a worthy death.

But when he mentioned "Xia Sheng", Sen's voice actually trembled and fluctuated. That name seemed to be a memory that he would never forget.

"Okay." Su Mingan agreed. Sen suddenly stretched out his hand.

The old man's thin sleeves naturally slipped down, revealing a dry and black arm like a skeleton, with five fingers slightly raised upward, as if he wanted to grab something.

Su Ming'an bowed slightly. So Sen's hand successfully touched his face.

The old man's body was already weak, and he had been tortured under long-term imprisonment. His hands were covered with frostbite and scratches, and even one of his index fingers was missing. Even without the emotional resonance device, he probably wouldn't have survived long.

Before he died, he touched the face of the city lord he admired most, as if he was looking at a cluster of light, or as if one light finally touched another.

Then, the light fell into nothingness bit by bit. "I can finally..." The old man rubbed his purple lips:

"I'm going to see Xia Sheng." "He has rested twenty-four more years than me." "I'm finally going to meet him."

Su Mingan's eyes trembled.

Some people say that the people who left this world just do not exist in this one-, two-, and three-dimensional space. In fact, they are in a larger world with more people, but their form of existence has changed.

Sometimes, the heavy tombstone is them, the wind in my ears is them, the white bird in the sky is them, the lotus in the pond is them, and the steaming milk on the table is them.

As for Sen Kelstia - Su Mingan ran straight into the bright red in his pupils. Those burning flames were him from now on.

His son Cheng Kelstia and grandson Che Kelstia have both fought for the maintenance of mankind throughout their lives. There is also a certain kind of burning fire in their eyes.

"Lord, after tonight, go and enjoy the tomorrow brought by humans. This is what you deserve." There was more and more blood on the old man's lips:

"I ask you to continue to be kind to human beings. No matter what is smart or stupid, human beings choose to live or die in the way they believe."

"Neither for life nor for death, human beings are all implementing their own beliefs. Some people die for love, some people die to get happiness, some people die after experiencing suffering. This is too complicated, you must be... better than me

Ordinary people’s understanding is a hundred times deeper.”

"So, I will only give you my best wishes..." The old man said this and withdrew his hand.

He folded his hands solemnly and placed them on his knees, with his back straight and his head slightly raised.

At this moment, his whole body seemed to suddenly be filled with fierce energy, and the old and pedantic feeling suddenly disappeared instantly.

Just like this moment, the young leader of the Beacon Fire, who was sitting on a high stool, slowly looking back towards the newcomer Luvis who walked into the tavern in the 32nd year of the Cataclysm, was back.

Su Mingan had seen him at his sharpest.

If the world is extremely dark, there must always be someone at the front, so that those behind can look up and still have their backs. There must always be a flame of hope, otherwise what is the point of sacrifice?

"Sen Kelstia." The old man solemnly repeated his name: "I sincerely wish you..." A large amount of blood gushes out from his mouth, already turning purple-black.

"Having a tomb of memory with flowers blooming everywhere..." "I wish you..."

His eyes were always sharp, and the fire in his eyes never extinguished for a moment on the way back. "This is the last time... to lose."

The cold rain poured into Su Ming'an's clothes, and he could no longer understand what was hot and what was cold. The sky and the earth were hazy, as if they were connected as one thing.

A baby's babbling cry could be heard in the distance, mixed with the sound of wind chimes in a residential building. It was always peaceful inside the building, and the blood and rain on the street could not disturb them.

Su Mingan could vaguely smell the fragrance of lilies.

Then he thought of the girl who gave him the first bouquet of lilies. She was Sen's grandson and died fighting against the invasion of Tawai.

Three generations of heroes of the Kelstia family

"I heard it." Su Mingan said: "Everyone will remember the last words."

The old man said nothing.

He also looked straight ahead quietly, ignoring the icy rain that wet his body, as if he was in some kind of tranquility isolated from the outside world.

After a while, his head lowered little by little, and his eyelids became weary little by little, as if a little spark rose from his seat, floating high into the sky, to the high sky——

It seemed like thousands of human heroes who refused to surrender in the war and fought until the last moment.

Su Mingan's footsteps finally stopped, and the wheelchair was pushed back into the church at this moment, crushing the red carpet full of blood. The warm yellow light from the dome sprinkled on his shoulders, as well as the old man with his head hanging down in the wheelchair, making him turn gray.

Her hair is like a golden sun.

Su Mingan's eyes gradually became empty, and then slowly raised again.

Only then did he discover that the corpses of the soldiers inside the church extended from the door to the back room - they should have pushed Sen into the back room with a strong structure at the moment the church collapsed, allowing Sen to live for more than ten years.

minute.

Sen's death did not have earth-shattering value. He, like most ordinary people, died for the sake of the overall situation, but it was extremely precious.

He was like a microcosm of countless ordinary soldiers. "..." Su Mingan couldn't see clearly the old man's expression at the last moment.

The light was very dazzling. Sen Kelstia's sitting posture was kept in the most upright position, with her back straight, her hands folded, and the silver ring on her ring finger engraved with her lover's name.

Under the brilliant light, the old man and the hundreds of dead soldiers around him were like hundreds of human monuments.

Fighters will eventually return to the battlefield, and fellow soldiers will build monuments together. "Ding dong!"

[You have reached (Sen Kelstia) character ending: HE·Monument][(Monument):

"I have spanned a long time and witnessed countless deaths. Even my black hair has been dyed white by time."

"From a young man into his sixties, I have witnessed the long-term changes of this world." "The rumored immortal lord is right in front of me." "I want to ask you——"

"What is the world like? Is it a beautiful world? Is it a world you like?" "I would be honored if you liked it."

"If you look up and see the flowers all over the mountains and plains -" "You will definitely see it,"

"On that wilderness, there are countless monuments facing you. They are all, like me, full of joy for this beautiful world."

"I wish this scenery would be full of flowers,"

"It can stay in your long memory forever and make you see this beautiful world even more."

"In this way," "Even if there is another me in the monument, it will be satisfying."

[Completion progress of the main mission "The Resurrection of All Things" (3/8)] [The Ring of Time (Purple Level) is upgraded to lv.6.]
Chapter completed!