Chapter 410
The lieutenant looked at the general with a smile. He followed the right person in this life.
"Don't let go! Hold on to me!" Wuma Cao lowered his head slightly and said in a commanding tone. The lieutenant followed him from birth to death.
But, the lieutenant's body had been torn apart by the suction, only his hand and the sincere smile were left.
After an unknown amount of time, there was no screaming in his ears, and no suction...
Wuma Cao gasped violently, raised his head, and said, "This general said I would..."
His words were not finished, because Wuma Cao was indeed holding the lieutenant's hand, but only his hand and the smile.
Wuma Cao let go of the lieutenant's hand and slowly straightened up. The black hole had disappeared.
Turning back slowly...
Hundreds of thousands of troops behind him were also gone. Except for his lieutenant, there was nothing left, which made Wuma Cao feel like he was dreaming.
A gust of breeze drifted slowly, Wuma Cao took off his helmet. His cold face seemed to be much older, his eyes were filled with unwillingness and guilt.
The opponent only used one move!
One move!
His most elite army was gone. At this moment, Wuma Cao felt that heaven was playing with him.
'Why is there such a person in such a low plane? No wonder Zi Shan would betray and even persuade me to surrender. It turns out that what she said was true. If I surrendered, hundreds of thousands of soldiers could have been saved.'
'But I didn't listen, thus resulting in so many casualties. How will I face the dead soldiers?'
'This kind of death has no meaning at all.'
The breeze ruffled Wuma Cao's hair. His black hair was gradually turning into white hair.
The color of his hair changed because of the self-blame of a general who deeply regretted his order.
Wuma Cao suddenly knelt beside the lieutenant, with both hands on the ground, digging a hole with his own hands.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Wuma Cao buried his lieutenant on the spot, then picked up the godly item beside him, and stood up.
Looking at the skeletons not far away, as well as those standing in the void, Wuma Cao shouted coldly: "Today you killed 100,000 soldiers, tomorrow I will kill ten million! Until the sky is dyed with blood. I, Wuma Cao, curse you!"
The death mage made a jerky voice.
Imperial translation: "The curse bounces back."
"Today, I, Wuma Cao, admit my defeat. But if there is an afterlife, I will still stand against you." Wuma Cao exuded a terrifying aura, and the goldy item in his hand also became radiant.
Death mage was waiting for this time. It's been a long time since he fought. He can finally fight one-on-one.
"Be careful. He wants to explode his primordial spirit and the godly item." Zi Shan suddenly exclaimed.
A few people were stunned, 'Not fighting? Choosing suicide?
Wuma Cao, who was full of guilt, lost the desire to fight. If he listened to the advice of the Celestial Master, how could such a thing happen? Who will be responsible for the death of 100,000 soldiers? Only him, an incompetent general.
"You are indeed very strong, but no matter how strong you are, you can't be stronger than an Overlord. Just wait to accept the wrath of the Overlord. I will wait for you on the road to the afterlife. Hahaha!"
As Wuma Cao kept laughing, his body became brighter and brighter. Eventually, a violent aura swept in all directions, and the godly item gradually cracked. The destructive aura was merging.
The death mage took a breath, Jie Jie Jie.
Imperial translation: "Forbidden Space!"
Wuma Cao was wrapped in a layer of transparent "bubbles".
Boom!
Wuma Cao, in the bubble, turned into a spot of light, and immediately exploded with the godly item.
The "bubble" was distorted, yet the violent energy was enveloped by the "bubble" when it wanted to explode.
A crack appeared on the surface of the "bubble", followed by more cracks.
Suddenly, the "bubble" burst, making the ground of the entire Ji family tremble. The barrier of the Ji family was almost shattered.
If it wasn't for this forbidden space to absorb the first wave of damage, the consequences of this terrifying self-destruction would be unimaginable.
But the nearest Death Mage was affected by the impact, and even glided backwards.
This kind of self-destruction is a qualitative change. It wasn't a simple addition of the damage by the godly item and the primordial spirit. Even the perverted death mage was shocked and slid back several meters.
Wuma Cao's self-destruction is rather powerful, even making the death mage step back.
Bang.
The Death Mage slid back, felt something, and looked back.
Oh God, the phone fell to the ground. This is the latest iPhoneXS Max. He finally managed to persuade Xun Fang to buy it for him. It fell to the ground, breaking the death mage's heart.
He picked it up and took a look. If there was flesh on the death mage's face, it would definitely quiver.
There was a crack on the screen. This mage is a perfectionist. How can such a flaw be allowed?
Xun Fang glanced at it: "I'll buy you a new one if you don't fish in the future."
'Don't fish? Do you want to kill this mage? Worst comes to worst, I'll just play on it. Maybe I'll get used to it?'
"Everyone, let's withdraw first." Xun Fang smiled and left with the death mage.
Tang Wei and Lu Hong also left, leaving behind Yi Hong and Zi Shan.
Zi Shan's mood was still a bit complex. It's a pity, so many people are gone in the blink of an eye.
Yi Hong saw his wife's depressed face and hugged her gently again. Yi Hong could only express his words through actions.
Zi Shan didn't say anything and hugged Yi Hong gently.
"Zi Shan, let's leave." Yi Hong was thinking about what happened three days prior. It was estimated to be even more tragic.
There were a lot of people killed by Zi Shan that night. Today, there was some regret, and she will not change her opinion because of this.
Leaving Yi Hong's embrace, Zi Shan said lightly, "I will go."
"Oh, that's fine." For Zi Shan's request, Yi Hong agreed without thinking.
When Zi Shan asked to share the bed, Yi Hong would never agree to it. First, he has to achieve something, then he won't be embarrassed to share the bed with Zi Shan.
Zi Shan sighed, turned to look at Yi Hong, and pursed her lips: "Will you come to bed tonight?"
This sentence undoubtedly touched Yi Hong's bottom line.
At this time, Yi Hong was very serious: "Zi Shan, I'm going to criticize you severely for this. As a girl, how could you make such a request? Even if someone makes such a request, it should be made by me."
"Then you raise it." Zi Shan said angrily, this feeling of being a widow is really difficult.
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