Chapter 110
The vast wasteland is covered with criss-crossing gullies that are hundreds of meters long and several meters wide.
The edges were smooth and sharp, and the ground looked like tofu that had been cut thousands or tens of thousands of times by an extremely sharp knife.
There is not even a bit of green to be seen on the vast yellow land, only the ugly and twisted white elm trees are growing tenaciously.
The faint wind whimpered, blowing up the yellow sand and swirling it in the air.
This is a dead place, and there seems to be no life in the air.
But this place used to be a sea of grasslands and shady trees. At the turn of spring and summer, flowers bloomed everywhere, colorful and extremely gorgeous.
Rong Yuan closed his eyes and seemed to see again the scene where thousands of thunders were falling like a rainstorm.
Within a radius of ten thousand miles, all life force was drained away.
The fertile black soil gradually turned into yellow sand.
The green grass leaves turned into withered black and yellow leaves in the blink of an eye, and broke into countless tiny pieces when the wind blew.
In an instant, the leaves of the tall trees turned to ashes, curled, withered, cracked, fell down, and collapsed.
The startled bird flapped its wings high in the air, but suddenly its flying body stiffened and its wings stopped dancing, and it fell to the ground like a heavy stone.
The gray rabbit leaped up from the grass, its body went from round to shriveled in mid-air, its shiny fur lost its luster, and its body fell to the ground with a "bang". Its dehydrated and shriveled black eyes stared blankly at the sky.
What is even more eye-catching is the rows of black troops falling down like wheat blown down by the wind.
The wolf riders waved their weapons, shouted loudly, and then... fell down.
Weapons fell to the ground, armor scattered, and the leaping beasts fell heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The silver-haired royal who turned around and tried to flee still had a look of panic and fear on his face. His voice stopped abruptly halfway through his shout, and when he landed, his handsome face had become as horrible as a mummy that had been exposed in the desert for half a year.
The giant beast that the emperor rode let out a long roar towards the sky, struggled for a moment, and then fell down like a collapsing mountain.
Next to the fallen body of the giant beast, a black beetle stood with its six legs facing the sky. After a clear "click" sound, one of its hemispherical wings landed on the sand.
Thousands of miles away, the powerful army that was full of murderous intent not long ago, the colorful grassland scenery, and the countless animals living there, almost in the blink of an eye, turned into only yellow sand and corpses.
silence.
Dead silence.
fear.
Only Qi Yang, Qi Dan, Kalunbi and others who followed were safe and sound.
None of the people who had been prepared for a fight to the death were injured, but they did not feel relieved at all.
Looking at the person standing alone in the center of the yellow sand, his face was a little pale, a little haggard, a little tired, and a little indifferent. Just like before, he looked as if he would suddenly disappear at any time because he was tired of this world, or as if he was a cold-eyed bystander who was independent of the world forever.
His expression was still gentle, without anger or resentment, and even less murderous intent. Such a faint expression would make them feel a little alienated, but also a little relieved and respectful.
But at this time...
"What kind of person have we brought back?" Someone let out a low groan-like sigh.
"Is this...is this really a human?"
Someone else couldn't help but ask back.
Everyone was startled and stared at the person who spoke fiercely and fearfully. After he finished speaking, they suddenly came to their senses, their faces turned as pale as paper, and they looked at Rong Yuan tremblingly.
Rong Yuan was actually far away from them, and his expression did not change, perhaps because he did not hear it. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly some people felt a tingling fear.
- What are we afraid of?
They secretly raised their eyelids and looked at the man.
That figure was the one they revered, and that look was the one they were familiar with .
Normally, when he was teaching them profound knowledge and instructing them to practice various combat skills, he had that expression.
He had the same expression when he waved his finger and cut off the half-moon wolf castle like tofu.
Even when tens of thousands of people were turned into mummies in just a few breaths, he still had the same expression.
Will there be a day when... just because I am tired, annoyed, or something is not to my liking...
Would he also bury them all in the same way with a flick of his fingers, with such a gentle and calm look?
Even though they knew that Rong Yuan was fighting for them, even though they knew that they had their current lives all because of Rong Yuan's help, even though they knew that these were all ridiculous and absurd guesses...
They all knew how low the probability was. It was not that they were not grateful or respectful, but...
What if?
What if one day such an attack is directed at them, or their children, will they have the power to resist?
The saddest thing is not that they don’t believe in Rong Yuan’s character, but that they don’t believe in their own character.
No one is pure and innocent. Even a child who looks innocent has a dark side in his heart.
Only that man, he is high above, he is perfect, he is selfless and noble, he will not make any mistakes.
Everyone owes him, and he owes no one.
He is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the stupidity, insidiousness, meanness, selfishness, narrow-mindedness, arrogance, ignorance, greed, cowardice of each of them...
There is no need for any extra words. When those eyes sweep over, everyone who is seen by him will feel tremendous pressure.
Therefore, even though Rong Yuan rarely spoke, never scolded, and even made no clear requests, everyone would become respectful and polite in front of him, would show their best side, and would push themselves to the limit to learn and exercise.
Because I dare not face the faint disappointment and indifference that may appear in those eyes.
So they feared him, but no one dared to get close to him except his two brothers and sisters.
not to mention……
Whether Rong Yuan would show hostility towards them is one thing.
But what if Rong Yuan thought that they were wrong and should not exist, and they would not be able to resist or even escape? That would be another matter.
The seeds of fear and doubt were quietly planted.
That period was the loneliest, most helpless and most confused time in Rong Yuan's life. His inner grief was second only to the time when he learned of the death of his close friend Jin Yang, who was as close as a blood relative to him.
Before that accident in which the entire army was wiped out, Jin Yang had just passed away a few years ago.
There is no place for me to stay between heaven and earth.
He indulged himself in grief for a long time, doing things according to his heart, without considering the consequences or thinking about right and wrong.
Afterwards, he gradually came out of that emotion, but that period of time had become a pain in his heart. He subconsciously avoided that memory, and sometimes, he really thought he had forgotten it.
But now when I think back on it, it is still vivid in my mind.
Yes, with his memory, even after hundreds of years it would still be as clear as yesterday, how could he forget?
In the heavy rain, someone screamed and cried: "What did we do wrong? Why are you treating us like this? Why?!!"
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The little child had a pair of big, pointed, furry ears and was holding a red fruit tightly in his arms. He was lying on the ground with his bloodless face and his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
…
A bright light tore through the sky. A disheveled man was dancing with a strange weapon in his arms. He looked crazy. He cried and laughed, "Kill him! I killed that devil! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
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The blazing torches at night illuminated the twisted, fearful, depressed, and crazy expressions on everyone's faces. The flames danced, and everyone's expressions were like demons. A not-so-tall figure faced everyone alone and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't really understand any great principles, and I don't understand those high-sounding words you say, but I know that Mr. Rong has done us a favor. You are ungrateful for doing this! You are worse than beasts!"
…
A similar but younger face with dishevelled hair and dirty face, he knelt on the ground, knocked his head heavily on the ground, and said with tears in his eyes: "Father... passed away..."
When he reached out to help, the young man kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head, and hatred flashed from his eyes covered by his hair, and a cold light pierced towards him...
…
"Why, hahaha..."
The thin and pale young man laughed wildly and said, "I didn't expect you would ask such a boring question. Why? Of course, it's for the freedom and survival of mankind!"
This was the student he once favored the most.
The young man said with a ferocious look: "Shooting, force, calculation, angle... What you taught us are always these boring things! But you are never willing to teach us the real power! I begged you again and again, I knelt on the ground to beg you, but what did you say? You said we can't learn it , hahaha..."
"You didn't even give us a chance to try. How do you know we can't learn it? If we had such a powerful force, my parents wouldn't have died!"
"I know, you 're just afraid that we'll have that kind of power, and you won't be able to control us easily anymore!"
…
It was still that young man. He sneered and said, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Come on, kill me!"
"Kill us and let me see how cruel you are! Your blood... ahem... how cold is it!"
"Kill him!" Another big man with a full beard twisted on the ground like a worm and shouted: "If I don't kill you, I'll be %##^..."
"As you wish!" said the extremely cold voice indifferently.
The ray of death suddenly appeared, and a figure suddenly jumped out and stood in front of the thin young man.
Several people were cut into two pieces.
The young man's frantic expression turned pale in an instant. He raised his hand tremblingly, and regardless of his own injury of being cut in half, he tried to pick up the intestines of the comer that were all over the ground.
"Brother...Brother...No, it's not like this...We can't do this..."
The young man cried out with trembling lips, as blankly as a child.
The honest young man looked at his expression, grinned, and comforted him, "Brother, don't cry, I... I'm fine..."
He curled his lips and said a little aggrievedly: "...it just hurts a little."
Then, he forced a smile, looked at Rong Yuan, and pleaded, "Teacher, my brother made a mistake, please don't be angry... If you are angry, just hit me... I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid of pain..."
He told a lie and then revealed it himself.
The young man pursed his lips in grievance, and endured it again and again, but finally couldn't help but sigh:
“Oh, it hurts…”
He stopped breathing.
The young man opened his mouth and cried bitterly, but no sound came out of his throat. Until the moment of his death, hot tears continued to flow from his eyes.
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The skinny, old, gray-haired woman knelt on the ground, covering her face with her hands and crying, "Please, leave! Leave!"
"You are not from here. Please, go back to where you came from!"
"We don't need your help... We just ask you... Don't let us endure more... Don't let my children die anymore..."
"I know we are sorry for you, but haven't we died enough? So much blood, so many good young men have died, can't it calm your anger?"
"My poor child... When those people decided to be your enemy, my whole family voted against it! We did nothing, we really did nothing, why... why did my husband and son die..."
"Please, go away... go away... go away... go away..."
