Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Chapter 355: Return of Heroic Souls to the Prosperous World - Our Mission

The traces of the Wangchen magic circle slowly disappeared, and the white halo scattered and entered the bodies of all the people on the side, unable to be blocked or intercepted.

Zhou Leng, who was wandering in the endless years, was naturally not disturbed by the mere hundred years of the Wangchen Formation. She just used magic to protect the fatal point and waited for them to find herself again. No one could help her find herself again.

Lu Zhenjun was complaining about his superiors' orders to the people around him, when suddenly his mind went blank, like a drop of water in the sea, or a tree in the forest. He felt insignificant and confused.

If you look from outside, you will see that everyone in the protective net suddenly has dull eyes and their weapons fall from their hands.

Two minutes later, a white-haired old man in a Taoist robe beside the commander-in-chief woke up first. He was secretly surprised. If he was in such a state, those disciples and soldiers with lower strength would be killed instantly if they were not protected by the safety net.

The old man suppressed his thoughts and walked to the broadcasting station behind him, which was set up to boost the morale of the troops before the battle. He stood in front of the microphone and shouted:

"Warriors, could you ever forget!"

"Can you forget your compatriots who struggled under the opium? Can you forget the independence and dignity you once lost? Can you forget the trampling and looting by the Eight-Nation Alliance?"

The old man's voice reverberated within the protective net, and all he got in response was silence.

"Can you forget the elders who died in the war, the ancestors who struggled in blood and tears? The figure who walked away in his teens wearing straw sandals and carrying a rifle, the figure who died with a smile on his face covered in blood."

"We can't forget. We can't forget." Some people in scattered corners were shouting with their eyes closed, tears falling from their eyes.

"Can you forget? Can you forget the civilians who were massacred in Nanjing, the women who were bullied, the endless suffering and man-made disasters? Can you forget?"

"We can't forget. We can't forget!"

More and more people began to struggle to wake up, shouting in response.

"Have you forgotten that the great leader said that a new country was established, we stood up, and we are free. Have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten, how could I forget!"

"Who are you? Answer me, who are you!"

The old man's voice was somewhat torn as he roared emotionally into the microphone, for the past and for the present.

"Who are we? Who are we? We are Chinese."

"What are you doing!?"

Almost everyone was struggling. They slowly opened their eyes and roared, "We are protecting the dragon vein and the country. This is our mission."

"This is our mission! Remember history and become stronger."

Uniform shouts echoed within the protective net; the soldiers opened their bloodshot eyes and returned to reality from nothingness.

Bang! The protective net was broken. People picked up their weapons and rushed towards the enemy. At this moment, only blood could wash away their anger.

The sound of weapons colliding was a bit noisy, and amid the noise there were insults and shouts. The people in white training suits were like white blood cells destroying the black virus, and they began to slowly devour each other.

Lu Zhenjun's back was cut and his arm was stabbed and bleeding, but he forgot the pain and kept waving the weapon in his hand. The person who hurt him was holding a bunch of chrysanthemums, and the seemingly harmless petals scratched Lu Zhenjun again.

Tiechui spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, but was caught by the injured Lu Zhenjun.

"Brother, what's that thing on your arm that hurts so much?"

After the two people rolled on the ground with no romance at all, Tiechui quickly stood up to defend herself, but when she rested her head on the other person's arm, she felt like there was a hard object between her and herself, so she couldn't help but ask.

Lu Zhenjun suddenly realized something and couldn't help but slap his thigh, then grimaced in pain because of the injury on his arm.

"Fuck, I forgot about that."

After Lu Zhenjun finished speaking, he quickly retreated and found a safe position to cut off the sandbags tied to his arms and legs. It turned out that Zhou Leng often used his body to eat and drink, so he had been tying sandbags to his body for training. Although they were sandbags, they were actually filled with iron sand instead of sand.

"Are you sick? It's already this late and you're still wearing this thing. Why didn't you take it off before?"

Tiechui was protecting Lu Zhenjun and couldn't help but curse when he saw this.

"I forgot about it, didn't I? If I hadn't taken a shower, I really wouldn't have remembered the existence of this thing. I've been busy these past few days and didn't take a shower, so I forgot about it. Come on, let me go and kill everyone."

Lu Zhenjun picked up his weapon and rushed out like a fly. Without any restraints, his strength and speed increased greatly.

The man holding the chrysanthemums was punched on the back of the head before he could react. After he fell to the ground, the chrysanthemums in his arms withered instantly.

Qin Lang and his men were struggling to attack the blue energy protecting the fatal point. Seeing that the energy did not fluctuate at all, one of them angrily rebuked Qin Lang and shouted:

"This is something that we have been planning for a hundred years and should have come to fruition today. The consequences are all our fault."

After the man finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed himself in the stomach. Blood immediately flowed out.

"It's all my fault!"

Qin Lang watched as it happened in just a moment, and he was the only one left standing. The others had all died by caesarean section.

Qin Lang watched the blood spread on the soles of his feet. He gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged. With his only remaining hand, he took out an abacus-like object. He muttered something, and slowly the flesh and blood on the ground condensed onto his body. In just about half a minute, his appearance was no longer human, and he had turned into a monster made of flesh and blood.

Lu Zhenjun never thought that he could turn the tide of the battle on his own.

"Brother Lu, the other side has created a bloody monster in the south. Go and teach him a lesson. We have injured more than a dozen brothers."

"I'll go right away."

Lu Zhenjun ran quickly to the south with his weapon in hand. When he saw the monster that Qin Lang had transformed into, he couldn't help but grit his teeth. This was not just ugly, this was really disgusting, with intestines wrapped around its head. What the hell was this thing?

"You ugly bastard, what the hell are you? Are you a reincarnated intestinal spirit? If I cut you, will shit spurt out?"

vomit!

The onlookers couldn't help but vomit.

Lu Zhenjun gritted his teeth, held his breath, and stepped forward with his weapon to fight the other party. When yellow liquid flowed out of the field, he couldn't help but yelled: "Fuck you, go to hell."

Lu Zhenjun used all his strength and speed to chop off the opponent's head with one blow.

The world is quiet.