Hundreds of thousands of people were sitting on the flying carpet made of talisman paper, suspended in mid-air.
Throughout the city of Kyoto, millions of returnees and people gathered everywhere to watch this Kyushu celebration.
When Li Xiang stepped onto the high platform, thousands of salutes were fired, and hundreds of thousands of people at the scene shouted the God of War in unison.
Li Xiang looked at the sea of people below, and felt a little emotional when he saw their expressions of awe, excitement, and joy.
I still remember that two years ago, he was in the small Yangcheng No. 2 Middle School Gymnasium in Tongzhou Prefecture, with hundreds of boys and girls, nervously and expectantly listening to the speech of the military representative.
Time flies.
The young man who was unknown in the past has now stood on the top of the Nine Provinces, sitting on the throne of the war god of the country. He is also the subordinate of the Netherworld and the immortal god of the heaven, and has the world of the Nine Provinces in his hands.
In the cheers of the mountains and tsunami,
Li Xiang spoke slowly to the 40 million people in Kyushu:
"A hundred years ago, a great cataclysm came, and countless plants, insects, and animals returned to the appearance of their ancestors and gained powers far beyond the limits of biological beings."
"Since then, spirits have been rampant, monsters have been rampant, and more than half of the human race in Kyushu has been lost."
"The people who survived by chance built high walls in each gathering place, but they couldn't completely keep out the monsters."
"Fortunately, the blood of countless ancestors flows in our bodies."
"We return to our ancestors and inspire the power left in our genes by our ancestors."
"Countless returning ancestors have stood up and are at the forefront of fighting against the monsters!"
"The form of war has changed. We are no longer passively beaten, but can take the initiative!"
"Just this year, the Northern Expedition begins, and we will no longer hide behind high walls..."
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Li Xiang's voice, blessed by divine power, echoed throughout the entire Kyoto city.
Hundreds of thousands of people, listening quietly.
Someone clenched his fists.
Someone quietly wiped away tears.
Someone's eyes flashed with reluctance and guilt.
Among these people, there are warriors, atavists, teachers, cleaners, farmers...
When people listened to Li Xiang's words, all kinds of memories from the past appeared in their minds.
On the land of Kyushu, the war between the human race and the demon race has never stopped in the hundred years since the great catastrophe.
Therefore, most people's memories are accompanied by fear, confusion, hunger, and suffering.
…
Zhao Kang was very nervous.
So much so that the ghost is a little wandering.
"Brother, don't get excited, it's just an award."
The one-armed officer next to him comforted him.
He said this, but his hand holding the cigarette was shaking.
As if to relieve the excitement and tension, the one-armed officer raised the topic, "Brother, which war zone are you from?"
Zhang Kang shook his head, "I was not a soldier during my lifetime."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, and layers of phoenix armor immediately appeared on his arm.
The one-armed officer was stunned for a moment, "The demonic energy remains. Did you participate in the Spark Project?"
Zhao Kang hummed. The dozen or so medals hanging on the other man's chest made him feel a little inferior.
Unexpectedly, the one-armed officer had an expression of envy and respect on his face, "Those who can pass the Spark Project screening are all fierce people. I even signed up in the first place."
"It's a pity that I wasn't selected. At that time, I left the relationship with my father-in-law. It's a pity that people slapped the test report on the table and said that I was not strong-willed enough."
"I was angry at that time. I, a third-level atavist, rushed into the territory of the fourth-level demon emperor. From seven o'clock in the morning, I chopped down until dark. In the end, I hacked the demon emperor to death. He actually said that I was not strong-willed!
"
"Only after hearing what you have experienced, I realized that I was wrong."
"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of living like a Spark Project volunteer."
The one-armed officer looked at Zhao Kang and gave a thumbs up, "You guys are really awesome!"
Zhao Kang didn't expect to receive such praise. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment, smiled coquettishly, and didn't know how to answer the question.
When he was still alive, he had almost no communication with outsiders because he was paralyzed in bed for a long time.
Later, he joined the Spark Project and entered the demon realm as the demon king. The only demons he faced were demons. In order not to expose his secrets, he rarely interacted with other demons.
This also cost him the opportunity to obtain information.
Until the Northern Expedition, a demon king built an altar and opened a teleportation channel to attack cities in Kyushu.
With the will of the demon king, Zhao Kang led hundreds of thousands of ferocious demons to destroy the altar and the transmission channel. He was then caught by the demon king and tortured to death.
Fortunately, after the war, his remnant soul was collected and raised in a ghost pool for three months before he finally regained consciousness.
He did not enter the cycle of life and death, but chose to work in the Chenghuang Temple in Chicheng, working from 9 to 5, with two days off a week.
You can often go home and spend time with your wife and daughter.
Days like this are something I wouldn't even dare to dream about when I'm paralyzed in bed.
Thinking of his wife and daughter, a smile appeared on Zhao Kang's lips, and a lot of the tension in his heart disappeared.
He turned his head and looked into the distance, only to see a mass of dark people.
However, he knew that his wife and daughter were among the crowd.
Listen to my wife showing off, she is still a VIP.
The one-armed officer on the left is still chattering.
The soldier in the wheelchair on the right is holding a mobile phone and making a video call with others.
After a while, more than ten people came over, including women in their thirties, children in their teens, and old men with gray hair.
Most of them are ordinary people, holding photo frames, and in the photo frames are photos of portraits.
In the Northern Expedition, many people died.
Those with better luck will become ghosts and enter the underworld, but still retain their consciousness during life.
Those who are unlucky will die and leave nothing behind...just like the people in these photo frames.
"Everyone!"
"Please be prepared."
A general came over, looked at the one hundred decorated representatives with envy, and reminded, "You are about to go on stage."
The place immediately became quiet.
Zhao Kang suppressed the restlessness in his heart. The one-armed officer threw the cigarette butt on the ground. The little soldier sitting in the wheelchair took out a small mirror from his pocket and combed his hair meticulously with a comb.
A huge beam of light fell from the sky and enveloped everyone.
Zhao Kang felt his body light up, and before he could react, he arrived on the high platform. The sight in front of him immediately made him nervous again.
Hundreds of suspended cameras surround them.
Under the high platform, there were hundreds of thousands of people watching the ceremony.
Zhao Kang knew that at this moment, in addition to the millions of people in Kyoto City, the 400 million people in the entire Kyushu were looking at him and them.
The young God of War is right in front.
"Since ancient times, in our Jiuzhou China, there have been people who work hard, people who work hard, and people who sacrifice their lives to seek the Dharma."
"They face the bleak life and the dripping blood... They are the real warriors, the light in the darkness, and the backbone of Kyushu..."
"Spine? Are you talking about me? It should be so." Zhao Kang was thinking, but he didn't know whether it was because he was too nervous or for other reasons. His consciousness was a little blurry and he could no longer hear clearly the newly promoted God of War.
He said something and straightened his back subconsciously.
Time seems to be very slow and yet it seems to be very fast.
The young God of War named Li Xiang shouted out their names one by one to the 40 million people in Kyushu, telling them their identities and deeds.
Then, one person, one ghost after another, walked out, and under the gaze of 40 million people, accepted the Medal of the Nation, which represents the highest honor of Kyushu.
"Spark Project...Zhao Kang...he is just an ordinary husband, an ordinary father, but...a ferocious demon...altar..."
Zhao Kang heard his name and subconsciously took a step forward.
The young God of War, the Lord of the Netherworld and the Lord of Heaven, turned around and hung a national medal around his neck.
In the audience, hundreds of thousands of people applauded and cheered.
The applause was like thunder and lasted for a long time.
When Zhao Kang returned to the team in a daze, the officer next to him holding his photo took a step forward.
As a result, the photo was displayed on a huge projection screen and displayed to the eyes of 40 million people in Kyushu.
In the photo, a lame middle-aged man, wearing an Air Force uniform, stood in front of a transport plane, smiling happily, showing his white teeth.
Jiangling City, small fishing village, small shop at the entrance of the village.
The left-behind old man sitting on a stool, watching TV and eating melon seeds, suddenly became excited and pointed at the black and white TV, "Xiao Shen, this is Shen Zhanpeng!"
The little boy's eyes widened, "Uncle Shen..."
At this time the sea breeze rises,
The sun broke through the clouds, and a beam of light shone slantingly on the hillside next to the small fishing village.
As a result, the new tomb was also bathed in the sunshine.
