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Volume One Chapter 342 Ghost Mecha (2)

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    Chapter 342: Ghost Mecha (2)

    After a series of bloody battles, less than 2,500 of the three thousand God of War mechas were left.  Except for the 60 people who died during the attack on the military camp, most of the others died in the battle to defend the corridor.  Whenever the defense line is about to collapse, they use their flesh and blood as a shield to tightly entangle the enemy.  Without their mechas, their deaths were extremely heroic, but extremely cheap.

    The black mecha slowly turned its huge body, staring at the familiar faces with its blood-red eyes.

    "Salute!" The uniform movements, the majestic and mighty team, there is neither fear of death nor the tragic feeling that the heroes will never return, only the fighting spirit of never surrendering, time seems to have frozen at this moment!

    "Iron-blooded lion! Blue-blooded military spirit! This is the real soldier, the real army." Mi Zhiqing looked up to the sky and sighed, "Such a soldier, such a military spirit, will he die here today because of me? The fate is unpredictable,  Heaven and earth are merciless! Mi Zhiqing, Mi Zhiqing, what's the use of your whole life claiming to be able to discern the secrets of heaven?"

    The golden light gradually approached along with the sound of heavy footsteps. Every time he took a step forward, the long sword in the hands of the temple knights would hit the shield, like an offensive war drum.  Although this is not the first time that everyone has experienced the suffocating pressure of the Temple Knights before they attack, they still can't help but feel nervous breathing, and their hearts beat violently with the knocking of shields and heavy footsteps, as if they are about to jump out of their chests.

    The news of Abbas's death and the destruction of his knights was closely guarded. No one knew that in this dim corridor, a temple armed force representing the power of God had been beaten to pieces by a group of people.  Running water, massacred.  Therefore, the knights of this Temple Knights are now very high-spirited and arrogant.  The blood stains condensed on the ground and walls are more like the oaths of ancient blood sacrifices stimulating their already boiling blood and fighting spirit. They appear here to restore the glory of the temple, defeat their enemies, and destroy the enemy's spirit and body.  , using the flesh and blood of the enemy as a sacrifice to the gods.  However, there was only one lone mecha in front of them.

    The dazzling golden color is still moving forward unswervingly. No matter what stands in front of them is a person, a mecha, a whole team of soldiers in full formation, or even just a pig, they will treat it mercilessly.  They were knocked to the ground and torn to pieces.  Under the golden light, the eyes hidden behind the mask were cold-blooded, as cold-blooded and ruthless as the weapons in their hands.  Except that sipping the enemy's blood can make them slightly excited, it seems that there is nothing worth missing in this world.  They are the weapons of God, so naturally they should abandon all human emotions.

    Yi Lexiang quietly stared at the gradually golden battle formation. The mecha facing the battle formation showed a golden dark red color. Although he was unwilling to do so, he had no fear in his heart.  The value of life is something difficult to measure. Sometimes there is nothing more important than the life that each person has only once, but sometimes a life that is so important can be given up for something so important.  Yi Lexiang took a deep breath. Behind him were his fighting comrades and respected elders. Every step back meant that they were one step closer to death.  If the outcome of death cannot be changed, then let him be the first person to fall into the arms of death!  A low roar came out of the mecha's solid shell, like the cry of the God of War in the clouds, low but shocking.

    The surging spiritual power turned into hot blood flowing inside the mecha. The original black and rough shell seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. The black cyclone condensed and swirled invisible to the naked eye. The space close to the surface of the mecha was covered by these.  The black cyclone containing endless energy tore apart. Looking from a distance, the entire mecha seemed to have turned into a shadow between reality and illusion.

    Gold and black finally collided together, just like the first collision with the Temple Knights, the endless gold swallowed up the lonely black shadow again.  The soldiers stood up with difficulty, and those who were unable to stand up tried their best to hold their heads high, leaning on each other, staring at the golden color shaking in the distance with hopeful eyes.  What are they expecting.

    Mi Zhiqing sighed softly, and supported Zuo Ma with his left hand, who was exhausted and had lost the luster in his eyes. This loyal fighter had exhausted all the spiritual power in his body. A long wound penetrated his left shoulder, and his blood had solidified.  The treated wounds were faintly glowing with gray flesh.  Zuo Ma has reached the edge of exhaustion. He has lost the support of his spiritual power and his vitality is gradually shrinking.  Mi Zhiqing's left hand holding his arm could feel the unique elasticity of the body disappearing in this body.

    "Old president, I heard that in Charno, people there have another name for Yi Lexiang?" Zuo Ma licked his dry lips and said calmly.

    "'Light of Victory'!" Mi Zhiqing smiled, looking at Zuo Ma with kindness and kindness in his eyes, but there was a hint of sadness in his faint smile.  His first time?As a "prophet", he felt helpless and regretful. The spiritual power was still surging in his old body, but they could not be used to fight.

    The low chant of Charno's military song echoed in the narrow space. Whether they could sing or not, as long as they still had the strength to make a sound, they could not help but softly echo along with the lingering melody.  Many of them are not from Charno, and have never even been to that country or seen the people of that country with their own eyes, but they can feel the unyielding fighting spirit condensed in the melody.

    "Will our 'Light of Victory' bring us victory this time?" Zuo Ma murmured to himself.

    "Definitely! He is a young man who creates miracles!" The old president responded with the same low voice. He felt that the body leaning against him gradually became heavier, and the last trace of life force finally left this body.  "May you no longer experience the pain of this life in another world." He murmured softly.

    The two guards took Zuo Ma¡¯s gradually cold body from the old president¡¯s hands and gently laid it flat on the ground.  In just one day, they have experienced too much pain of separation.  But the passing of Zuo Ma still made them feel a pain that penetrated their hearts.  Mi Zhiqing patted both of them on the shoulders, "The dead are gone, but we living ones will continue to fight."

    The two guards nodded and turned around to stare. In the deep darkness of the corridor, there were neatly arranged remains of soldiers who died on the battlefield. Among them were Gesar people, Divine Alliance people, and Charno people.  , they were close comrades-in-arms before death, and they waited together for the final baptism of the holy fire after death.  You will never feel lonely on the way to another world.

    Red and black were thrown under the golden light curtain. Red was blood and black was jumping mecha. Yi Lexiang could no longer remember how many temple knights fell under his sword. He only knew that the sword in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.  With heavy stagnation, the golden battle formation seemed to become more and more indestructible.

    The black mecha moved left and right in the golden light.  He understood that it was not that these temple knights were more powerful, but that his physical strength could no longer support them.  The spiritual power is still as surging and exciting as before, but the body is on the verge of collapse.  A white-gold long sword shined from the gold. A few hours ago, people who also held similar long swords were like bereaved dogs in front of him, but now, that long sword was as intimidating as the sickle of death.  Overwhelming.  The harsh sound of metal sliding came from the thick mecha armor. He had clearly sensed the trajectory of the long sword that hit the mecha, but he did not have time to resist it.  His consciousness was gradually becoming blurry, and the endless darkness was washing away his last bit of clarity, and finally the darkness submerged everything.

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    "Where is this?" Yi Lexiang suddenly woke up from his confused state. He remembered that he was in the final fight with the Temple Knights of the Divine Alliance.  "Where are Xin Qiang and the others? Where is the old president?"

    It took a while for his vision to adjust to the dazzling white light.  The boundless white light was dotted with black stars, and the soft light danced in front of his eyes. He felt as if he had returned to the comfort and ease of his mother's body.  This is his sea of ??consciousness!  He had almost forgotten this.  He can feel the childlike and innocent attachment of liquid light particles, and this is the world that truly belongs to him.  As if sensing his weakness, light particles rushed into his tired body, washing away the tiredness and bringing new strength.  Yi Lexiang closed his eyes slightly, as if he felt like he was reborn.  Maybe he was already dead, or maybe he just entered the "conscious space" at the last moment, Yi Lexiang muttered to himself.  None of this matters.  Here, he had a lot of time to waste. A wave of tiredness came over him, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

    An invisible wave gradually spreads outward, as if conveying some kind of call.  The cheerful light particles were still jumping happily beside the sleeping Yi Lexiang, constantly injecting new power into his tired body.  Nothing seems to have changed, but something seems different.  what is it?

    After a long time, Yi Lexiang finally woke up from his deep sleep. Power surged out of his exhausted body, and a long, low cry spread through the endless space.

    As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a flash of black, and several thoughts flashed through Yi Lexiang's mind.  He was used to waking up, bathed in soft milky white light. What was that black?

    In the void, in the milky white void, a dense black shadow lined up quietly in a familiar formation, as if it were an army.

    The strange black shadow immediately dispelled the laziness still permeating his body. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the black, insubstantial and illusory shadows surrounding him in surprise.  For a moment, he almost thought that he was not in his own consciousness space, but fell into hell, and that the black shadow was the ghost of hell.
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