"Who brought you out of hell? Who led you to the earth? Who gave you wealth and peace? Who could hold fresh fruits in your hands and praise the world? Who saved you from the abyss? Who sent you to heaven? Who gave you sharp blades in your hands? Who could hold swords and resist invasion? In the deepest darkness, in the most bitter and most painful abyss, in the deepest and deepest pressure, who was calling for the hero to come? Pray for the hero to save them and escape from heaven?"

It was like obsession, humming the song that he had been singing for almost seven years in a hoarse voice, sitting alone in the carriage, leaning against the rough wooden wall, staring blankly at the roof of the carriage shed.

Even if there is no light in the carriage, he can clearly see everything in the carriage, just like he is in the brightest place. Even the texture of the wood is revealed in his perception. It seems that all the darkness does not exist. Even if he knows that the blurry place is dark, he can still sense it.

Moreover, even the inside of the object can be sensed.

There is a pottery jar next to the left hand, which contains some dried fruits and candied fruits for food. The wooden board I leaned against was to judge that there was a small hole in the center of the fourth wooden board from top to bottom. There is a small dark room under the car board, which contains three weapons and a high-compression dry food weighing about five kilograms. The weapons are all open-ended. There are also some blood stains and dirt on it. In addition, there are also dirt mixed with the corpses of two insects and the different hairs of several people. This shows that the road where the dwarves came was not peaceful, repelling many attacks and killing several people.

This perspective is like knocking a person's head open, throwing away the skull, and digging out the visual distance of the person's eyes. Three hundred and sixty degrees, no, it is simply perceiving and observing the world from the perspective of the entire space.

It's like a madman's angle. It's completely dead corner, observing and understanding everything crazy and greedy.

Why did this power appear?

When I was a teenager who had to be recognized and supported by others to survive, what kind of power did I take in my power? And what kind of spirit supported the hundred times of pain and torture, breaking out of those constraints bit by bit, and struggling little by bit for the freedom and victory of this world?

The four-color flag, those friends, those comrades, and their help, can they live here.

"Who helped you rebuild your home? Who allowed you to survive? Who gave you laughter and joy? Who allowed you to harvest a full warehouse and pray to the heaven? Who helped you read and read? Who asked you to study the mystery? Who gave you faith in your heart? Who allowed you to be firm and sing for thousands of years? In the hottest hell, in the most painful and painful God's punishment, in the darkest and darkest death, who called for the gods to mercy? I hope the gods will mercy on them and will be safe forever?"

The mouth kept opening and closing like a repeater, repeating the monotonous lyrics.

In my memory, I was so free with my comrades in those days. At the beginning, there were five hundred people, who reunited like brothers and sisters, and needed each other. In the battle, I was like a giant's organ, and I could fully understand the instructions issued by others. The work of the brain, the work of the organs, the work of the limbs, and everything can be mastered.

Although those days were very painful and were defeated everywhere, I was very happy and very happy because I knew that I was not alone, and my world was not alone. My own value was recognized in this world.

That's all. Whether it's power or identity, even as a working person, it's fine. It would be great if you can go back to the time when everyone is happy together. But time cannot be reversed, everything will happen eventually. What should happen will always happen, an irreversible fate, a fate that cannot be violated at all.

Even those who want to protect and recognize are dead. What's the use of power?

From the beginning, the 500 people gradually decreased. As the intensity of the war increased, with the increase of casualties, and more and more partners left with mental breakdown. Although many of them joined, there was no way to replenish them.

From the original five hundred people to death, they gradually became four hundred people. Then the division and connection of the war turned into three hundred people. They went deep into hell and found those sinful things. One hundred people went crazy, and two hundred people were left. They went up to the ground, were betrayed, ambushed by demons, and one hundred people left. Finally, after the joys and sorrows, people died one by one, and comrades died one by one. In the end, there were only dozens, dozens, and a few people left. Even tears were crying, and even their minds were numb. The number of people disappeared one by one. It means that they were alive, and the signals of consciousness disappeared one by one.

"In the hot volcano, in the wet forest, in the orderly city-state, in the quiet snow-capped mountains, in the cold underground, in the blue ocean, as long as there are crying and praying, the hero of justice will come! We hold sharp blades, we are wearing glory, and we wear bright armor, which brings the dawn of four-colored flags..."

The song was completely out of tune at the end. It was like the noise of cutting wood with a saw.

But there is nothing to do, there is no way.

Dead during the adventure, unable to accept the war and become a pioneer team, and then there was no news. There were many people who could not accept these facts, who were mentally broken and stayed away from yelling. Teammates who wanted to use forbidden techniques to save everything at all costs also disappeared.

It was like a domino, dying one after another, dying one after another overwhelming another. One after another, one after another endless cycle. It was because I couldn't stand these things, and I hid in the town because I couldn't accept betrayal. I was completely unable to accept the oppression of those people on me, so I hid. But I finally took out my courage and stood up with the encouragement of my subordinates. What exactly is the gift from this world to an individual named Rennes and Gaogen?

When I retired, there were seven people left. Now another one is dead. Who is left? Who can be left?

Have you lived enough? Three years of good days are enough? So let's pave the way according to your own ideas. What's the point of living by those who should have died long ago? What's the point of living alone? It's meaningless. All of our companions are dead, and the world of only one person is left is meaningless.

So it's ruined. Just treat it as your younger generation. You should be selfless for a lifetime, right? Even a saint will do some selfish things for his own life, right? So, if you are willful once, there is no problem. Right?

"This world, this world, this world..."

It's enough, such things, and deaths again and again. I should think about myself, right? I should think about myself, right? What do I have? The strength of the world's number one, the legacy of the world's number one, and the loyalty of a large number of troops. Even the demons have a line, and they can also pull up a group of troops.

What does the enemy have? The enemy has nothing. There is no enemy except those hypocritical and boring honors.

No one can stop himself, except for his own self-esteem.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers to depict the message rune that was deeply imprinted in memory in the air. Soon, the trajectory portrayed by stretching out his hand appeared in the space, and the complicated rune burned in the air like a ignited gas. The surrounding space showed a strange magic array floating in the air.

"Vasak, it's me. Please listen to what's next."

"…I had expected it. But as you wish, I will listen."

Looking at the runes that gradually twisted the space in the air, listening to the metal sound, Gaogen's red eyes were extremely calm.

"I think it's time for me to be willful once. The person in charge of the 'Apocalypse' is dead. Maybe there are not many of the remaining stakes left? Are you happy? Your biggest enemies died one by one in the hands of their allies, one by one, one by one, one by one, and even their own missions were not completed, and they died like garbage."

"This kind of thing...even a demon would not be happy. After all, it is too desolate."

Looking at the flame runes burning in the air, Gao Gen's pretty face was covered with some kind of hideous cracks. He was like forcing himself to pull out an extremely hideous but miserable smile from the corner of his mouth.

"So the next thing I want to discuss with you is very simple."

What is this?

Fighting for this world for a lifetime, abandoning everything. In the end, the one who can trust is the most troublesome enemy in hell. This kind of thing, such a bad thing that wants to tear people apart, can only be done by fate? If there is any author in this world, I would like to kneel down and beg him, hoping that he would send me to that time seven years ago. I was still a lonely and helpless young man who needed recognition from others.

It would be great if I was a cowardly guy at that time. It would be great if I didn’t fight bravely at that time. It would be great if the troops led by me did not fight head-on with others at that time. It would be great if I could detour.

However, there is no if in this world.

"Union of the old Four-color Flag with the players to overthrow the old order by force. No matter what your request is, no matter who you want to kill, I will help you. All I want is one. Let the Four-color Flag exist. That's all."
Chapter completed!