Su Shize finally found a suitable drug researcher——

The most famous occultist in the world,

Ms. Su Lixian.

As the war progresses, more and more people are involved in the war. People are awakened by the slogan of "saving human history", and they also try to preserve human history.

——If humans still have a chance to resist, then this should be the last time.

——If humans don’t want to become the playthings of the gods, this should be their last fight.

Once history is wiped out, the hatred of the past is forgotten, suppressed in the heavy rain, and can only laugh but cannot cry, who can defy the whole world and stand up like today?

"Because we all know in our hearts that winter is not eternal."

"Flowers will fill the garden and the cracks in the walls will be filled."

"People will love in flames and shouts."

"People will love in flames and shouts..."

They sang such ancient songs, remembering the untouched past, and went to the battlefield one by one.

Tang was still watching them. He arranged their marching route with his own hands, pushed them onto the battlefield with his own hands, and... received some of the soldiers' relics with his own hands.

He fell into a trance more and more often, and vomited in front of the mirror more and more often. It even got to the point where he had difficulty sleeping and became dizzy. The memories of forty-four people in his life were loaded in his mind, which was so heavy that it was enough to overwhelm him.

Destroy a person's soul.

But he must ask himself to persevere - he is the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, he is the initiator, leader, leader and beacon of the war.

He is a beacon in the eyes of all soldiers. Once he loses him, everyone will be at a loss.

Write down the name, erase the name. Look at the name on the tablet in your hand and darken it, again and again. Express the unspoken regrets for them, and fulfill the unfulfilled prayers for them.

He kept repeating this process, and he gradually forgot that this was the first few days of the war. There were too many people in his mind, which almost drove him crazy.

Until that day, the Holy Alliance soldiers captured the grandmother Martha. They put a knife across her neck and demanded that Don offer a high-ranking general in exchange for her life.

At that moment, what Tang felt was relief - if he could also exchange it, would this torture and pain end here?

He saw his grandmother staring at him with gentle and concerned eyes.

Her eyes were always gentle and calm. On countless nights, she stroked his head so that he could sleep peacefully in the pain of life and death.

"Alliance leader." The old man said slowly: "From now on, if there is no grandma to cover you with a quilt, you have to cover it yourself and be careful of catching a cold. Do you understand?"

"I believe spring will come. If that day comes, it must be... you bring it."

"You have been a good boy since you were a child, I know that."

Tang didn't have time to speak.

Martha took the initiative and hit the knife.

The bright blood exploded on the blade, and even the soldiers holding her hostage were startled. The soldiers never expected that an old lady could have such determination and dare to hit the blade.

Her neck was torn apart by the blade, almost piercing half of her head, and her neck bones could be seen. Her posture was so decisive that it was shocking. But there was still a smile on her face, bright and gentle.

just like,

...the same kind of fire.
Chapter completed!