Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She wanted to go home, and when she woke up, it was still a gentle world.

The thoughts in her mind forced her to put on a black women's suit, which was very inconspicuous in the night, and went downstairs alone.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the boundless white has dyed the imperial capital into a snow country. She saw that the riots started, the number of casualties on the frontline increased sharply, and mushroom clouds rose one after another in different countries. The pessimists have gone crazy and hid in the cold corner Whispering.

At this moment, the vast and starry snowy night does not have any artistic beauty, but only coldness.

"I'm not a soldier, it has nothing to do with me."

During the live broadcast of the war correspondent, the foreign children stared blankly at the Federation, which reduced the city not far from his home to ashes, and the relatives in the city turned into scorched earth.

"Reaper" came.

She saw such inexplicable news headlines that the saint in her impression wanted to enter the federation in blood.

The desperate and angry cry outside the Great Wall,

"I'm not a hero...it's none of my business."

She clenched her hands tightly.

Walking alone in the deserted street, she heard a wonderful chanting and approached slowly.

Daoyun met her fiancé.

Wang Ningzhi knelt in front of the stone statue, leading the citizens who should have evacuated immediately, doing the most devout worship.

She opened her eyes wide and asked, "What are you... doing?"

"Pray to the gods to borrow heavenly soldiers. Based on my pious belief, I will definitely be able to borrow heavenly soldiers to help guard the Great Wall."

"The Federation went to war against Qin, you told you that as a cadre, you don't guide the masses, instead! Here! Worship God!!!"

"Mr. Baiying was once publicly a believer. I don't believe that he started the war. Some villain bewitched him." Wang Ningzhi never believed that the head of the Federation of the same faith would go to war. Seeing the live broadcast, guarding the treasures of his life, white clothes The blood-stained saint shook his head and said, "... force cannot solve any problems."

"..."

When Dao Yun saw the trembling old and weak women and children who had lost their reason, he suddenly laughed, his hair fluttering in the wind and snow.

The confused eyes gradually became firmer, and most people drifted with the tide, so a few heroes desperately straightened their backs to carry the weight of the sky.

We don't want to be our heroes because we are handsome, but we have to become heroes so that the ancient nation will not cry under the enemy's iron hoof, and the magnificent civilization will not sink in the dark.

When countless eyes looked up at the first emperor who led the war on the central screen, and focused on the bloody saint on the front line, she finally understood what, but why the more obvious the truth, the slower it was to understand.

"Wang Ningzhi."

"Dao Yun, you—"

He looked up suspiciously.

"Snapped!"

A loud slap hit the fanatic's face, leaving red palm marks.

The girl from the Xie family burst out with strong belief, and a plum blossom on her forehead glowed with scorching red light.

"Teacher, I order you to win the war!!!"

Chapter 20 Before the Dawn

The cold white moon shines down, accompanied by snow.

The torrent of bullets and bullets that broke out in silence washed over the Great Wall, the roar resounded through the sky, and the earth shook again. The aftermath of the explosion illuminated the night like day, and the ordnance equipment was blown to pieces.

Looking back calmly at the ruins in the darkness, pushing away the collapsed stone wall, Yan Ce dragged the ancient sword Tai'a, dressed in blood, under him, the federal mercenaries who had denied the unconditional armistice agreement were drained of blood and turned into The cold body was buried in the snow, and was finally submerged by the boundless snow.

In just a short moment, the energy that filled his body faintly broke through the upper limit of the imprisonment that he personally blocked, surging passion, warlike blood... nothing at all, he never admits that he is a hero, and he does not think that killing what he sees There is nothing worthy of glory for the enemy of the enemy, except when he looked back and saw the direction of the distant Shi Huangdi and her country, he only showed a slight smile.

Fighting alone, stepping on the border and entering the Federation.

As a cash machine for energy, the girl from the Xie family really has nothing to criticize, but she seems to have forgotten that she only has control over herself three times, and she has consumed it twice. What should she do with the rest?A person who dreams of becoming a hero must have a lot of wishes. For that child, Yan Ce is undoubtedly the only guarantee to get rid of the fate of marrying a fanatic as Aladdin's magic lamp.

let him win...

Under the smog, the girl's cry echoed in the boy's ears. What is victory? After recovering part of the sealed memory, Yan Ce did know the various reasons for his past. Facing the deepest fear, it should be said, keep calm It is undoubtedly the first choice.

The three absolute orders were consumed twice, but Yan Ce's physical fitness has also improved to an astonishing level. The original short stamina no longer exists, and the short black hair is messy, and he has vaguely returned to the state he remembered when he was fighting against Chaldea. .

Does not exist in the history of great dynasties, does not exist in the past, does not exist in the future, looking up at the gray sky, cannon fodder soldiers rushed to the forefront of the battlefield with guns and guns for the noble goals of capitalists, using their flesh and blood to give anti-human weapons Fight for time to conquer the Great Wall.

"grim Reaper……"

The war reporter who appeared at an unknown time crazily recorded the tragedy of the battlefield and the strong man who defeated the weak and laid a bloody path with his bones, code-named Reaper, but he didn't care, and still walked into the Federation at his own pace, watching as if by coincidence The leader of the live broadcast made the announcement.

He broke through to the rear of the Federation alone.

Stepping over the fallen corpse, the black hair on the forehead was rolled up by the long wind, revealing the pupils as deep as the abyss, looking up at the large central screen on the tall building.

"Puppet, welcome home."

The screen lit up, and the White Eagle inside said with a smile.

"This is not my house, and I am not your puppet."

"You stripped the memory, isn't it the proof of escaping from reality and becoming a puppet? Isn't it to protect the ignorant people that you regained the broken memory?" The voice of Bai Yinggong resounded through every corner of the Federation. In the corner, every channel is broadcasting weird voices, "Three centuries ago, I pretended to be you to assassinate the first emperor, who would believe you except a few people? Innocent people, Internet thugs... trillions of people are accusing you, Put the deep-seated hatred on top of your head, yes, it is the people you guard, no one sees the truth!"

The wild laughter is so wanton.