Finally... I'm going to go back to my own place.

There is no fear, no fear, only happiness, and peace that has not been seen in years.

Under snowy night.

The old man lying down slowly closed his eyes.

The broken three flags of God stood beside him, and as the snow flew, the broken flags were still dancing in the wind.

The people of Qinzong became quiet.

The people of Luoshen were also quiet.

Whether it is an opponent or a friend, he cannot ignore it at this time, even Qin Zong was silent for a moment.

After all, it's just a different position.

But in this world... heroes still cherish heroes.

That last murmur sounded so vague.

"The ancient camps lasted ten miles, and the horns of eight hundred miles were ringing together."

"The broken branches and flags rise with the wind, and the souls of the dead will rise up as soon as they fall."

"Forget that all sentient beings here suffer, and return to the great heroes of the nine provinces."

"Take my God's clothes and protect my Chinese son..." This poem rang slightly in the night sky until it was silent in the end, and everything became silent.

The old man's body began to be covered up little by little by little by little by snow, just like the dead soldiers of the Three Gods, like nature, giving these soldiers the highest salute, God was covering them with a piece of snow-dyed white step... When the "white cloth" was completely covered, it seemed that it was cruelly proclaiming: Nothing had happened.

Everything is covered in the white snow.

Everything has returned to peace and the tranquility of the ancient battlefield from ancient times to the present.

When the snowflakes completely cover up all the truth and facts, this is ruthlessly proclaiming: the end of an era.

That song "God General".

It eventually became a masterpiece.

The Three Gods performed the final masterpiece of "The General" at the cost of one group, 2145 people.

Once upon a time, no one performed better than they did.

In the future, no one will surpass you.

This is indeed the end of an era.

A bright meteor flashed across the night sky, and even under the cover of heavy snow, it could not block the final light of the meteor.

When people of Luoshen saw meteors crossing the night sky.

Everyone bowed their heads together and bowed slowly to the foot of Mangshan Mountain. They were unable to straighten their waists for a long time. Many people cried and couldn't help themselves.

The shooting stars are dim.

The sky is dark.

Flying snow dances wildly.

Depressed and uneasy.

There is no more God Three in the world.
Chapter completed!