Free Web NovelChapter 921: Chapter 300: He Is Marshal Yuan Longhan
Wet Realm Fortress.
The returning soldiers were in no hurry to go back to Earth.
They quickly wiped their faces and solemnly stood in their positions, maintaining their ceremonial composure as best as they could.
Each of them had a white cloth tied around their arm.
After all, returning to the fortress within the Wet Ghost Tower, the Military Department had prepared these white strips long ago for the commemoration of fallen heroic spirits.
The army was silent as a grave, and a heavy atmosphere enveloped the fortress.
Every Martial Artist was in such deep pain that it was hard to breathe.
The Grand General had died in battle, and the whole army mourned.
They waited for the Grand General’s body to return.
The seven Grandmasters rescued by Lin Dongqi insisted on bearing their pain to personally await the Grand General’s return.
They were the ones who felt the deepest guilt.
If possible, they would have willingly sacrificed themselves to save the Grand General’s life.
Unfortunately, there were no "if only’s".
Finally, the Ninth-Grade Grandmasters returned!
A minor general waited for them at the fortress gate.
Upon seeing them, the minor general approached and solemnly handed Lin Dongqi’s body to Zhao Qian’en.
Subsequently, the minor general helped Zhao Qian’en tie a white cloth around his forehead.
Zhao Qian’en was the only one with a white cloth tied to his forehead; he was Lin Dongqi’s only kin, and only Zhao Qian’en could take the Grand General’s body back.
Zhao Qian’en took a deep breath, fiercely restraining his tears.
With both arms, he carried the heavy body, leaving footprints in his slow walk back to the fortress.
This was the fortress built single-handedly by Lin Dongqi, the place he had defended countless times.
In the past, he was the one who led his soldiers back.
Today, it was the soldiers bringing him back.
The Zhao Qi Corps had long sent white cloth strips to Su Yue and his companions.
Mu Jingliang and the others tied them on their arms, and Su Yue, unable to move due to injuries, was aided by another Martial Artist to have his tied on his arm.
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"Salute!"
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Zhao Qian’en stepped into the fortress, and every Martial Artist of the Zhao Qi Corps saluted.
Each of their bodies was as taut as spears, not a single twitch, their gazes resolute, using every ounce of strength to hold back their tears.
In the presence of the Grand General, they could not cry.
The atmosphere was so heavy it was nearly frozen.
Su Yue and Mu Jingliang stood at the fortress’s entrance, maintaining a solemn saluting posture.
Within the entire fortress, Zhao Qian’en was the only one moving.
Yang Lezhi was trembling all over; despite his utmost fatigue, he had no trace of sleepiness under such circumstances.
In Zhao Qian’en’s eyes lay the depth of his sorrow.
Bai Xiaohong and Meng Yang were serious-faced.
This is war, this is the Divine Land, these are the Martial Artists of the Divine Land.
Born a general, died without regret!
Being in this era, one must do something for this era.
Lin Dongqi, the Grand General, sacrificed so magnificently.
Perhaps, this was also a kind of homecoming!
Meng Yang was a student of Eastern Martial Arts, his emotions for Lin Dongqi and the Zhao Qi Corps ran deeper.
Lin Dongqi’s death was most impacting for Meng Yang.
With his eyes fixed ahead, Zhao Qian’en took step after step towards the gate of the Wet Ghost Tower leading back to Earth.
His eyes were filled with blood, reddened like two rubies, giving the illusion of seeing a black hole.
Everyone could feel Zhao Qian’en’s rage.
His hatred was never hidden.
Finally, Zhao Qian’en reached the Wet Ghost Tower’s entrance.
He turned around, looking at the massed Zhao Qi Corps soldiers:
"If I, Zhao Qian’en, do not avenge this, I am not human!
"I swear, I will tear Cang Ji to pieces, to honor the Grand General’s heroic spirit!"
Zhao Qian’en’s voice echoed through the sky like thunder, lingering for a long time.
Even the dark clouds seemed to sense Zhao Qian’en’s anger, as they slowly drifted away, allowing a rare ray of light to pierce the somber Wet Realm sky.
This ray of light fell directly on Lin Dongqi.
Everyone could clearly see Lin Dongqi’s expression—a smile, a comforting smile.
Before his death, he saw the future of the Divine Land, felt the prideful souls of the Divine Land, and envisioned a glorious future.
Lin Dongqi had never feared death.
As long as the death held meaning, he would die a thousand times without hesitation.
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"If this vow goes unfulfilled, I am not human!"
"If this vow goes unfulfilled, I am not human!"
"If this vow goes unfulfilled, I am not human!"
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Afterward, all the Martial Artists of Zhao Qi Corps cried out with reddened eyes, hysterically shouting.
The sound waves rose and rolled like a sword of vengeance, shattering the clouds in the firmament.
Sunlight poured over everyone entirely.
This was the light of hope, the light of courage.
The Zhao Qi Corps said it and did it!
Infected by the atmosphere, Su Yue couldn’t help but shout a few times.
This was the heat of passion; no one could avoid it.
At this moment, I am simply one of the Zhao Qi Corps, nothing more.
"Zhao Qi Corps, attend to orders; all personnel, take a break!
"The war is over, humanity has won a great victory, heaven bless the Divine Land for generations to come!"
As the shout died away, Zhao Qian’en took another deep breath and announced the end of the war.
After speaking, he was the first to step into the Wet Ghost Tower.
After Zhao Qian’en left, the Martial Artists who had shown unyielding resolve suddenly crumbled.
Most of the Martial Artists burst into tears, filled with unspeakable sorrow.
Especially the seven Grandmasters saved by Lin Dongqi, three of them passed out immediately, perhaps due to the continuous ordeal and excessive emotional fluctuations, directly fainting.
"If this vow goes unfulfilled, I am not human!"
A few Vice Admirals clenched their fists tightly, yearning to seek revenge against Cang Ji right away.
