Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

In the world of the talisman, the army rests on the spot. This battle is more difficult than they thought.

Originally, they thought that as long as they broke the exit, they could easily rush into the ‘delicious’ world and start killing wildly.

For them, this is not a war, but a feast of food!

Of course, the reality is cruel, but it hit them hard!

The world that they regarded as food, actually fought back so fiercely, not only prevented their invasion plan, but also sealed the entrance.

Even, they hurt their king.

The Titan with a golden tent on his head sat quietly on the ground. The Empress of the Talisman has been sent back to the golden tent, and outside the golden tent, many black talisman leaders all knelt in silence.

They waited quietly until a violent cough came from the golden tent before they raised their heads.

"My King!"

They are concerned.

"I'm not dead yet." From the golden account, the voice of the queen of the talisman clan came.

From her voice, it is impossible to judge her injury. That kind of calm, no waves.

"My king, the entrance is now blocked, we..." a black talisman leader said hesitantly.

"Seal? Humph!" The Queen of the Talisman sneered disdainfully. "A seal is like stopping the pace of my race? It's really idiotic."

The black talisman leaders who were kneeling outside the golden tent exchanged their eyes, not understanding the meaning of the talisman queen.

"No matter what method you use, you must break the seal as soon as possible." The Queen of the Rune Clan ordered.

Difficulty appeared in the eyes of the leaders, but they couldn't refute the queen's order, so they had to bite the bullet and think of a solution.

...

Linchuan, the bottom of Wuwanghai.

The seawater here has been drained and turned into a basin.

Perhaps, in thousands of years, rain will accumulate here, and an inland sea will once again be formed. It is also possible that it no longer collects water, but grows vegetation and becomes a forest.

Through the vicissitudes of life, nothing is immutable.

The battle here has ended, and all the invading runes have been wiped out.

It's just a pity that the characteristics of the rune clan make them all become nothing after death, and even the opportunity to whip the corpse and vent their hatred is not left to the gods and demons.

Of course, this is still a battlefield!

The corpse of the Fu clan disappeared, but the corpses of the Linchuan soldiers and the gods and demons were still covered with the seabed of Wuwanghai.

After the fierce war, what is left is sadness.

The living people stood silently in the **** sea of ​​corpses, speechless, and didn't want to say anything.

The soldiers from various countries in Linchuan who were thrown out of Wuwanghai dragged their tired bodies after the battle, slowly... or climbed or walked into the bottom of Wuwanghai.

The war is over, but their mission is not over yet.

They also have to bring back the bones of their comrades.

In the evening sunset, the calm sky had already been restored, and the orange afterglow scattered on this land, dyed this battlefield with a magnificent color.

Mu Qingge stood among the corpses, holding an exquisite spear, and the blowing wind blew her battle robe into hunting noises. In her ears, there were waves of depressed crying.

She didn't look at it, but knew that it was a living person who found the corpses of her fellow villagers, fellows, and even brothers and relatives, and she was sad.

Her back is still tall and straight, the sky cannot be crushed, and the earthquake cannot bend.

However, in this scene, there was a little more bleak and loneliness.

Si Mo stood beside her, did not bother, just stayed quietly. He could feel Mu Qingge at this moment, and the emotions in his heart were very complicated, but he didn't know why she was so suddenly.

Was it because of these soldiers who died in battle?

The soldiers in Linchuan were converging the bodies of their comrades in arms, and the people in the Divine and Demon Continent did the same.

It seems that this is the only thing they can do and the only thing they want to do at the moment.

After a long time, Mu Qingge's gaze slowly dropped and fell on a covered corpse in front of him.

There was nothing special about the corpse, it just died terribly. Mu Qingge's eyes stayed on him only because a thumb-sized sign was exposed on his broken armor.

Mu Qingge is very familiar with this brand.

She bent down, took the sign from the corpse, and placed it in her palm. On the front of the sign, there is a word "mu" engraved, and on the back, there is his name and hometown.

This is the military card of the Mu's army, and its only function is to distinguish the identity of the enemy from and to help the martyrs converge their bones and send them home when clearing the battlefield.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps came and stopped beside Mu Qingge.

"How many people did Mu Jiajun die?" She already knew his identity without looking at him. It was her grandfather, the old man of Mu Jiajun, Mu Xiong.

Mu Xiong's armor was covered with scars, blood and dirt mixed, his helmet was nowhere to be found, and his shoulder armor was also broken.

He was so embarrassed, but in his hands, he was holding dozens of ropes tightly. At the end of the ropes, each one was hanging a brand that was the same as the military brand of Mu Qing Singer.

These signs are covered with blood stains. These blood stains have dried up and cannot be wiped off.

Hearing Mu Qingge's words, Mu Xiong said: "Your father and younger brother are still counting. All the 10,000 Mu's troops stationed in Luodu have gone to the battle, and now there are 3,762 dead bodies." His eyes fell in Mu Qingge's hands, tears flickered in his eyes, and he said stiffly: "Adding the piece in your hand, it should be three thousand seven hundred and sixty-three."

Mu Qingge's heart was sour, and his eyes flashed red. She gritted her teeth and pressed her lips tightly, and the blue veins on her forehead violent.

She didn't know whether she had seen all the 10,000 Mu's soldiers who went to the battle. However, when Mu Xiong mentioned the 3,763 data, what came to her mind was that she had chosen guards from the Mu's army, played against the Mu's army, and had a game with them. Picture.

Those simple and persistent faces and simple smiles just disappeared into the war.

"Grandpa, I hate war." Mu Qingge choked.

When she said this, tears had already filled her eyes, but she was forcibly resisted and did not fall.

She is not afraid of war, but hates war!

Mu Xiong smiled silently, but his smile was very sad. "People who have never been to the battlefield will never know the cruelty of the battlefield. How many bones are needed behind the heroic military exploits? Ge'er, although our Mu's army was born to fight, no one is warlike. Today's battle, you don't want to Think too much, and don’t feel guilty. This is our own choice, and everyone is willing. They are all good sons of my Mu Jiajun and my heroes in Linchuan."

hero!

Mu Qingge raised her head and looked at the magnificent sky. The tears in her eyes were swallowed into her heart.

"Mu Shenhuang, excuse me. I want to ask, is this entrance completely sealed?"