Long Wande, the Inferno Guard, was attacked by his comrades. After he escaped death and woke up from his coma, he encountered an even more incomprehensible situation.
He was in a bright and spacious room. Everything around him was decorated in the style of the Houtu Kingdom. He seemed to have arrived at his destination, the Ming Province, but … there was an unexpected person sitting in front of him.
This person was the marshal of the northern war zone. He led the northern army of the Houtu Kingdom with his charisma and amazing military strategy. He fought against the Sky Demon from the south.
He was a legend in the army and a famous general recognized by the whole world. He seemed to be born to defeat the Sky Demon. He knew almost all the weaknesses of the Sky Demon. He could always see through the tactics of the Sky Demon, and he could always guess what the enemy wanted to do. In the Tianyuan War, the army under his command maintained a winning rate and exchange ratio that other generals from his own country and even foreign countries could not match. This fierce battle record not only made him worshipped by the soldiers of his own country, but also earned him the respect and admiration of other countries.
For example, the Lihuo Kingdom made an exception and awarded the Victory Medal to this Marshal Dong Fang. They praised his outstanding command and the great contribution he made to the Lihuo Kingdom. It was not an exaggeration to say that he could be called a hero of the human race. But …
But this guy was already dead! Dead!
The Battle of the Great Barren Mountain shocked the whole world. It completely eliminated the last surviving force of the Sky Demon. This large-scale battle was completed by the Houtu Kingdom alone and ended the crisis of the human race. It also established the Houtu Kingdom's position as the overlord of the world. It showed the world the outstanding martial arts of the ancient Eastern Empire. However, they also paid a heavy price.
The tragic extent of that battle was unknown to outsiders. The imperial court of the Houtu Kingdom blocked all the information. People only knew that there were only a few survivors, and that the unparalleled marshal of the Houtu Kingdom also died in that battle.
He had commanded the largest battle in the world, won all the honors a soldier could win, and achieved great feats that others could never hope to achieve in their lifetime. In the last battle of this unprecedented war, he spilled his blood on the land he had fought for all his life.
This was the most romantic ending that a true soldier could have. On the day of victory in the war, soldiers all over the world spontaneously commemorated this legendary Marshal Dongfang. Even in the Lifire Nation, which had an extremely strict law, a prayer was tacitly added into the routine prayers of the combat cultivators to the Spirit of Fire.
At that time, Long Wande, who had already returned to his country, was also shocked by the news. He even traveled thousands of miles to the Empire to pay his respects to his old friend. However, he was surprised to find that the Empire had covered up the truth of the battle at the Great Desolate Mountain. He tried to inquire about it but was met with a wall everywhere. Even his comrades from back then were very secretive about this matter. The Empire's officials, who wantonly rewarded meritorious officials, actually didn't hold a large-scale memorial and memorial service.
— In other words, the Empire was deliberately downplaying the reputation of this Marshal who had made great achievements in the war.
Unable to understand and extremely shocked, Long Wande couldn't figure it out. His letter to the Emperor of the Empire was like a stone thrown into the sea. Lord Yan Wei was so angry that he returned to the Lifire Nation and spread the news widely. Soon, it attracted the attention of the royal family of the Lifire Nation.
There was no right or wrong in politics, and there was no concept of justice or evil. It was always about the comparison of interests. Now that the Empress of Houtu's martial arts was flourishing, and she had won a great victory, her military power was extremely powerful. After defeating the foreign enemy, it naturally caused fear and uneasiness in other countries. As a close neighbor of the Empress of Houtu, the Lifire Nation didn't know how to deal with and restrain the Empress of Houtu. After noticing this matter, they immediately became energetic.
Therefore, the Lifire Nation immediately negotiated with the Empress of Houtu through diplomatic channels. They pretended to ask about Marshal Jia's well-being and held large-scale memorial activities for him in the country. At the same time, they secretly sent people to spread rumors that the Empire had killed the donkey after the donkey had left the millstone. After Marshal Jia won the bloody battle, the Empire immediately used the dirty trick to slap the Empire's face from all angles.
At the same time, the news also spread to the West. The other three countries also became enthusiastic. They included the Marshal Jia in textbooks, set up statues, commemorated by the people, set up festivals, and built memorials. The more excited they were, the more it seemed that the Empire of Houtu was guilty and ungrateful.
Therefore, this matter naturally became the most talked about black point in the unofficial history of the Empire of Houtu. Those scholars of the Empire who took the foreign reactionary forces' money listed the unfair treatment that the Marshal of the Empire of Houtu was the most powerful evidence that the Empire of Houtu was done for.
Unfortunately, technology was not developed yet. Without the Internet, the Internet was not very useful. Otherwise, with the degree of mystery of this matter and the promotion of the various countries, it might have become a trend. There would be strange words like "I offer my life to the Marshal, only hope that the Empire of Houtu will return to the sun soon" …
But Long Wande was not interested in these matters at all. After nearly a year of secret investigation, all of his hopes had been declared dead. He had no choice but to admit that the Marshal of the Empire who had once dazzled the world was already dead … The living had become heroes, while the dead did not even have a false reputation.
He felt very sad, very shocked, and very unfair.
After the war ended, the soldiers from all over the world who were used to war and killing fell into a huge state of confusion and discomfort. Many people became very bored and felt that something was missing in their lives. Long Wande was one of them, but he found a new mission for himself. He always wanted to do something.
So he stepped into a new battlefield and set a new goal for himself. Whether it was to repay the kindness of saving his life, or to fulfill the responsibility and indignation of being a soldier, he wanted to work harder to uncover the truth and let the Empire of Houtu recognize the Marshal's achievements and status.
But what he never expected was that his simple and upright motive at the beginning slipped in a direction that he could not control. Ideals would always change, and motives would always be distorted. Because people's hearts were complicated and changeable, fate was unpredictable. At first, he only wanted to seek justice for the Marshal, but now he was involved in a huge crisis that even threatened his life.
But all of this was not important anymore.
Because …
"Welcome to the World of Samsara."
The person in front of him said so.
Then he gave a thumbs up.
"Want to make people to f * ck?
Want to exchange for Gundam?
Do you want to strengthen Chick?
Want a free season ticket to time travel?
Want to experience the thrill of going back and forth between life and death?
Want to enjoy the thrill of killing the plot?
Your wish can come true, as long as you can live! "
Long Wande murmured, "The World of Samsara?"
Sun Lang patted the dumbfounded Long Wande on the shoulder and said happily, "Brother, although I don't know why you came here, it's really a good thing to reunite with an old friend. I also had teammates who came from all over the universe, but I've never seen anyone from our world. You're the first …"
As he said so, a sigh and sympathy appeared on his face. He patted Long Wande's shoulder again, "I know your mind is in a mess now, but I won't hide it from you. There is only one kind of people who can come to the World of Samsara. That is, the people with great potential and obsession … have already died."
Long Wande's body suddenly shook, and he showed a blank expression, "I … I have already …"
"Yes, you too, and so have I."
Sun Lang's face showed a touch of sadness, "I also have regrets. I died in the Great Barren Mountain, but I still have things I haven't done, and I still have people I haven't met, so I was chosen to come to the World of Samsara. We are all people who want to go home …"
He glanced at Long Wande, and his tone was very concerned, "Brother, what about you?
Why did you die?
The war has already ended, right? We have defeated the Sky Demon, and the human race has obtained peace. There won't be a war in the short term. Why were you attacked? Even the Lone Ranger couldn't protect you? "
A trace of hesitation flashed across Long Wande's eyes.
Sun Lang patted Long Wande's shoulder hard, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "Is it some battle secret?
We are already dead, and we have already come to this place. What else can't you say? "
Long Wande was an anomaly in the Lihuo Kingdom. He was a little shy, and sometimes his position was not very firm. Sun Lang's image in his heart was too high, so when he was asked, his face immediately showed signs of wavering. He thought for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Before I answer, marshal, can you first answer a question of mine?"
Sun Lang nodded repeatedly, "Ask, ask."
"This is the World of Samsara, right? Then, marshal, may I ask …" Long Wande raised his head, glanced at Sun Lang, and said slowly, "where is my Samsara wristwatch?"
Sun Lang blinked, as if he didn't understand what Long Wande was saying. After a few seconds, his brain finally processed this information. Sun Lang's eyes slowly widened, and he gasped. He jumped up and said in shock, "What the hell!
You, you, you, you, you … "
Long Wande sighed, "Marshal, I have never heard that the Lord God would re-enlist a Samsara traveler who has already escaped. Your ability to make up a story is a little rough …"
The amount of information in these words was so great that it could almost shake Sun Lang's worldview. He pointed at Long Wande with trembling fingers, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak, "You, you, you, you are?"
The two looked at each other. Sun Lang's eyes were shaking violently. God knew how rich and chaotic his inner thoughts were, but Long Wande just looked at him quietly, and his eyes were full of indifference.
Then …
"Hahahahaha!"
Lord Yanwei of the Lihuo Kingdom let out a burst of earth-shattering laughter.
The handsome blond man punched the bed frame while pointing at Sun Lang. He was laughing so hard that tears were about to come out of his eyes. His laughter was like that of a duck courting its mate. He laughed wildly and said, "You've been scared by me!
You are cheated by me!
You are such a bad guy who scares people!
Why, are you stupid? Can't you remember? "
Sun Lang was shocked by this sudden change of style. He said dully, "… Huh?"
"Hahahahaha, I really want everyone to see your stupid face. Hahahahaha, I can't take it anymore. I want to draw it, I want to draw your face!"
Long Wande laughed so hard that he rolled on the bed. As he rolled, he held his stomach and laughed wildly, "Didn't you tell us the story of the Lord God's Space before?
Hahahahaha!
How could you forget such a thing? Marshal, your memory is really bad! Hahahaha! "
Sun Lang looked at him blankly and suddenly let out a long sigh, "Sigh, Long Wande, I feel that your memory isn't very good … How many times have I told you, this bad habit, you just won't change …"
Long Wande heard this and was stunned at first, "What problem?"
Sun Lang's face showed a compassionate expression, as if saying "Young man, you need treatment". He reached out and pulled the quilt on the bed to cover Long Wande's head.
"— — Platinum Star!"
After a series of brutal yet familiar beatings, Long Wande staggered and fell to the ground. His eyes were lifeless and his face was filled with confusion. He was like a crippled dog as his entire body lay on the ground.
Sun Lang moved his wrists and looked down at him. His eyes flashed with a cold light, "If you dare to tell anyone about this, I will send you to Okinawa's Loli Island and let you be a f * cking reincarnator."
Long Wande looked like a little wife who had been ravaged. He let out a breath and slowly said, "This method of beating people up, this narrow-mindedness that turns shame into anger, this unclear slogan, it … it really is the Marshal, it's not a fake …"
Sun Lang kicked him on the butt and sneered, "I haven't seen you for two years, and you still haven't changed your bad habit of not caring about yourself. No wonder you were beaten half to death. Tell me, what trouble did you get into this time?"
Long Wande was just about to speak when he heard Sun Lang say gloomily, "Don't lie, or I will send you to sell your butt as a duck. Answer immediately, don't think about lying. I am not stupid. Which Blazing Angel is chasing you?"
Long Wande was stunned for a moment and said helplessly, "The sister model of the Lone Ranger, specialized in restraining the other Blazing Angels' Death Messengers. The pilot is called Courrier, a new rising star of the new generation, a battle maniac."
Sun Lang nodded, then glared and said, "How can Blazing Angels fight among themselves?
How can the auxiliary Saint Soul allow you to fight?
Is there a turmoil in the Lifire Nation? "
This time, Long Wande did not answer immediately. He knew the Marshal's character very well. He was shocked and asked, "… What do you want to do?"
Sun Lang rolled his eyes and said, "Have you been beaten silly?
You foreign devil have been bullied to this extent. I am your boss, so I naturally have to help you get back at them. Didn't you come to find Hu Shouxin for this? "
"No, no, no, no." Long Wande waved his hand, "How can I be a burden to Big Brother Hu?
I just want to borrow his connections to pass a message to the Imperial Capital. I want to use diplomatic means … "
Sun Lang waved his hand, "My connections are much stronger than Big Stick Hu's. I am the Marshal of the Empire. Who does Old Hu think he is?
Just tell me directly. "
The foreign devil was not stupid. Long Wande looked at him and said slowly, "Compared to this, Marshal … Shouldn't you first answer a few questions of mine?"