"You are all heroes of Daxia." Lin Fan said, "But... this time, Daxia cannot play songs to your heroes."

"The soldiers on the Great Steel Wall cannot salute you and say goodbye."

"Because, they are still sleeping, not snooze, nor disrespect you, but next... there is a bigger battle to fight."

"The final battle with Poseidon."

As soon as these words came out, the heroes nodded slightly.

"Some regrets." A hero smiled and said, "But it's not that the brothers cannot salute us, but..."

"You can't participate in the next battle."

"What a pity, we can't fight Poseidon head-on."

Suddenly, a heroic spirit said: "Commander-in-chief, let's harvest us into Shura Army, let's fight for the last battle for Daxia!"

Countless heroes suddenly asked to become the Shura Army.

Even if the soul is gone from now on.

It is also the last battle for the Great Xia!

At this moment, the curse of the sea beast was actually a yearning for becoming a heroic spirit.

Lin Fan was silent.

"No," Lin Fan shook his head: "I know what you want, and Daxia knows it too."

"But Daxia doesn't need you to lose your soul for it."

"Don't worry, Daxia, wait for you."

"Eighteen years later, or shorter... When you come back, Daxia will still be there, and it will still be there."

"This land is still your home, and it will always be your home."

"As for the next battle... don't worry. Brothers will win." Lin Fan's eyes were slightly crystal clear and he smiled: "Because we have to wait for you to come back."

The Great Xia has stood still and owe too much.

The blood of countless ancestors.

The lives of countless warriors.

The departure of countless brothers.

How can it be so extinct under glory!

The next battle must be won!

Even for those who leave, you must win!

“Brothers will win…”

A heroic spirit looked at the soldiers who were sleeping soundly on the Great Wall and smiled slightly: "I believe them too."

“I believe it too.”

"Okay, Commander-in-Chief, then make an appointment. When I come back, you are still waiting for us, and Daxia is still waiting for us. If you breach the contract and wait for you, we will no matter what commander-in-Chief you will be, and we will form a group to kick your ass."

"Yeah. The appointment was made." Lin Fan smiled and then said, "Five minutes, the last five minutes."

"I block the rules of life and death, and you can go and see the last glance of the people you can't let go."

"Then... go to the underworld and fight for reincarnation!"

A hero grinned, suddenly there was no fear of death in his heart, and he just sneered: "Haha, I miss my senior brother too, and I just happened to fight side by side with him!"

"Brothers over there, wait anxiously!"

"Haha, it's interesting. Now I'm not alone after dying. Commander-in-chief, remember to burn more arms for me! You need a big one!"

"It's over," You Yingling said, "My senior brother said before he died that he wanted me to live well. If he saw me below, he would kick me half to death..."

"Okay, let's not talk about it, Commander-in-Chief, let's go!"

The heroic spirits drifted away, and the empty bodies of life and death passed through the Great Wall of Steel, without disturbing any warriors, and went to all parts of Daxia.

Lin Fan wiped the corners of his eyes.

Although these heroes deliberately joked.

but.

Farewell is always sad.

The most important thing is that in this era of gods, separation is often life and death.

The comrades who were still joking with you in the last second and discussed where to eat after the fight may never be able to see them again in the next second.

But the last meeting was so inadvertent that it was not even time to say goodbye officially, so dull that people didn't realize that this was the last meeting.

On the Great Wall of Steel, a sword cultivator who forced himself to sleep suddenly burst into tears, and an old friend came in his dream.

The figure stroked the sword and smiled, "Junior brother, if you are not talented, it will be difficult to meet again in the future."

"Senior brother has nothing to keep, only one sword, you should be careful."

"This is also the last sword of the senior brother. I will say goodbye to you and I."

"Junior brother, let's look at this sword!"

"Buzz!"

In the dream, the sword energy soars into the sky!

"This is the experience of senior brother between life and death. You can feel it well. If you lose to the enemy in the future, you can use this sword and maybe you can survive."

The figure went further and further away, and no matter how much the sword cultivator shouted, he could not catch up. Finally, his steps were slightly paused: "Junior brother, don't send it away."

"Living well."

"Senior brother, let's go and accompany your master."

A blood-stained sword floated out of the sea water and gently wiped away the tears from Jian Xiu's face.

A little Taoist priest stretched out his hand like a sleepwalking, and murmured in tears: "Master... don't leave..."

"You always say that the disciple is stupid. The disciple has finally memorized the Tao Te Ching. Master... Don't leave now, I will memorize it for you..."

"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary; the name can be called, it is extraordinary."

"No name, the beginning of heaven and earth, famous, the mother of all things."

"Therefore, there is no desire to see its wonderfulness, and there is always desire to see its connotation."

As the scriptures in the dream were heard, the little Taoist priest knelt on his knees and recited them. Looking at the back which was getting farther and farther away, his eyes were blurred: "Master, you praise me, you see, I can recite it... Don't leave, okay?"

At the end of the dream, in the chaos, the figure suddenly paused, and the corner of his mouth smiled: "I've grown up... I'm going to send you here. Let's go on your own in the future."

The dead are still smiling, while the living are crying.

And on the other side.

Mr. Zhang quickly dealt with the Gods of Daxia, and Lin Fan also finished his own affairs.

There was already a buzzing sound of fighter jets in the sky, which were supersonic fighter jets sent by Daxia.

"Are you leaving?" Old Zhang wiped his sweat, came to Lin Fan, looked at a wound on Lin Fan's shoulder and said, "I'll deal with it immediately..."

"No!" Lin Fan said quickly: "Some injuries are useful, so it's better to keep them."

After all, Poseidon is not a fool either.

There is no injury on the body, so it is difficult to explain.

The God of Ocean I brought was wiped out and I just escaped without thinking. This was not right.

If I had even stitched the wound, Poseidon would have to feel something was wrong.

"It must be miserable to make Poseidon believe it!" Lin Fan suddenly said: "By the way, Mr. Zhang, you can really help me with it."

"Put my wounds on, making them look a little more ferocious. I also get more wounds on my body."

"Of course, don't hurt my muscles, don't affect my battles, just the more miserable it looks, the better."

Mr. Zhang: “…”

They are really more perverted than the other.

Bai Qi broke his major artery and felt his legs numb.

Now you asked me to deal with the injury, but in the end you deal with it in the reverse direction, making it even more miserable?

I am the god of medicine who saves lives and heals the wounded!

Are you a little insulting to my profession?

Mr. Zhang sighed, and could only pick up the scalpel and said, "You can endure it, it may hurt."

The scalpel, a cold light, passed through Lin Fan's body, and the skin was broken everywhere!

Not long.
To be continued...