"...I never thought that in the moment when I first met you in the Garden Villa, my legion would be yours to wipe me out in these sixteen years." Lin Guang said: "At that time, for the survival of two thousand people, the beacon shelter even wanted to hand over you and cut off the opportunity for human counterattack."

He stared at Su Mingan who was lying on the ground.

The bloody sunlight penetrated the glass, gently stroked his pale face little by little, and his eyes as inorganic as glass beads. At this moment, his thin body seemed as fragile as thin paper.

He didn't understand why they had developed into such a situation.

"I promise to people that they will bring them to a new century without war." Su Mingan said reluctantly: "I will fulfill this promise."

Since the launch of the full war, his camp's contribution value has been rising wildly, reaching 13,000. In the domain panel, the "Free Camp" comprehensive score is 8,298, surpassing Lin Guang's divine camp Holy Judgment Institute.

From the initial third-level field, it has jumped all the way to the eighth-level field, and the prairie fire has become a prairie fire.

Humanity's desire for freedom is uncontrollable. Once a spark is ignited, few people are willing to become slaves for the rest of their lives.

After first meeting Sen Kelstia, Su Mingan, as a guest official, pulled up the beacon army, gathered Noah and integrated the 11th District, established the Doomsday City, taught three fields of technology, released the Lighthouse Cult live broadcast to plunder faith, and ten years later, the Dragon King of War returned to eradicate power struggles, divided the 800,000 legions, and signed a civilization bet with the gods... Finally, he came to the City of Gods in person to delay the nuclear threat.

He thought he had done his best.

If any player on the list came, it wouldn't be better than him.

Scenes and figures flashed through his mind, some were still children, some entered middle age, and some were old. In just seven days, Keusta passed through a full sixteen years of history, and countless familiar faces disappeared from his vision as the war progressed.

He was like rushing through the long river of time. Everyone passed by in a hurry, and he always stood quietly in the river.

Suddenly, what he remembered was Qiuli whom he met when he first entered Kaiwusta, and her face was already shaped like a lake.

He remembered her red hair rope swaying in the wind, rows of gouache paintings in the room, the best one was a girl wearing a fox mask standing under the peach blossom tree with a smile, and she called him "Little Shuai".

These seven days seem like a dream.

"...Well." Lin Guang responded lightly. His gaze stopped in Su Mingan's eyes.

"Luves."

"If, if, if we did not meet in this era of war, if we were not against the opposing camps." Lin Guang said suddenly.

His voice was mixed with a little crying voice:

"Is there a tiny possibility...is there a tiny possibility that we can become friends?"

Su Mingan put his hand next to the shot calves, and blood flowed down the hole. His eyes were still cold, and there was no slightest wavering in Yin Linguang's tone.

He shook his head.

“It won’t be possible.”

"...Lin Guang, there is no if. You are my enemy in this world."

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Chapter completed!