Apocalypse Cemetery

Chapter 448 We Are Not Clones

Black smoke rose from Calvin's body, his skin quickly rotted, and his flesh and blood dripped to the ground like melted candles.

He felt that his soul was leaving, and his consciousness began to blur.

Perhaps, as the stranger in front of him said, soon, he will become a crazy, completely corrupt monster.

Could it be that this is also the end of himself and his colleagues?

His thoughts drifted away, and he wanted to go back.

Go back to the battlefield where the war is raging, and fight against aliens, and Heather.

Go back, go back under the banner of the full moon and stars covering the sky, and have a good drink with your triumphant comrades.

Go back, go back to the lonely moonlight of Winter City, return to the magnificent Winter City, and tell your colleagues the oath they once made.

But now, none of this exists.

They are fighters who guard the time of mankind, and they are people who gave up their lives to protect history.

You can die and fight, you can bleed, you can die generously.

But, my distant and elderly compatriots, can we really end up in this way?
Leaning on his long sword hunched over, he saw that the skin on his hands was rapidly decomposing.

Calvin saw Night God standing on the high platform, cutting off his own flesh and blood with the holy sword, and sprinkled the power of the holy sword that merged with himself into the riddled world.

He issued his final advice to all the warriors of Winter City, including himself, a sinner who had committed a heinous crime.

"We're going to win, and we're going to keep winning."

"My compatriots, we cannot fail, not even once! Because failure means destruction."

"Mistakes are ours, so we bear the responsibility to end it all, stick to it, keep it up! Time will change everything, but never our spirit!"

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The newborn succession knows that this guy may soon become a corrupt monster like the one in Winter City.

I can't beat him, if he goes crazy, I am afraid that I will be the first to be hacked to death.

So, the newborn succession ran towards the exit next to the throne.

"Time changes everything, but never our spirit!"

He heard the monster screaming.

Just when the clustered succession was about to approach the throne, the long sword in Calvin's hand slashed out, blocking the way of the primary succession.

Then there were two consecutive swords, forcing it back to the corner.

"I said, don't get close to the throne!"

Calvin growled loudly, and Succession looked at him in shock.

The cause of its shock was not his strength, but the will of the man.

Because on his skin, pieces of corrupted flesh and blood are recovering and reborn.

Gradually, he turned into a normal man.

The flaxen hair, the facial features so delicate that even women feel ashamed, are as delicate as Debussy's piano music.

But it was such a weak-looking man who resisted the corruption of Winter City just by relying on his own will.

The new born succession fell to the ground, watching the monster turn into a human.

He straightened his military uniform, then stood up again, standing in front of the throne, like a sculpture.

It's the same as when he just came here, and it's the same as hundreds of thousands of years ago.

The hundreds of thousands of troops in Winter City are all veterans who have stood firm for endless years, but without exception, these people degenerated into monsters after the holy sword was stolen.

Originally, he thought that Gao Gen, who was able to maintain himself in such a situation, was already very remarkable, but now, he saw a man who, by his own will, forcibly reversed this corruption.

"It's really admirable! It's worthy of being the deputy head of the Winter Legion and the deputy of Campas."

The newborn succession couldn't help sighing.

Calvin said: "Have my colleagues really turned into monsters as you said?"

The first-born succession said: "It's the same as what you personally feel."

Calvin nodded and said, "You're right. It's hard to fight against the power of the world's rules."

The appearance of Winter City is not in line with the laws of nature.

All things are born and die. After the spring, the grass and trees are bound to wither.Mountains and rivers will be eroded by running water and sunlight, and finally become flat land.The planets will collapse, the universe will return to the singularity, all this is the truth.

As Heather said, people die and cannot be changed.

With the power of the Holy Sword as the core, the Winter Legion is trying to reverse all this, no matter what the reason is, this is abnormal.

Therefore, when Winter City loses the holy sword, the rules of the world will eventually turn them into what they should have been.

Even if today's Calvin resists all of this with willpower, one day in the future, this will eventually come.

Chu Shengcheng said: "If possible, I really want to drink a glass of wine with you to express my respect."

Calvin said, "I'll never drink again!"

The first-born succession said: "Why?"

Calvin said: "More than 2000 years ago, a man named Xu Fu came here, got me drunk, and then stole the holy sword Xingchen."

The first-born successor shook his head and sighed, "This is really a pity."

For a man like Calvin who has stayed here for hundreds of thousands of years, how difficult is it to meet a living person?

If it were me, and a man came to drink with me at this time, I would not be able to refuse even my newborn successor.

So naturally, Xu Fu gained Calvin's trust and stole the holy sword Xingchen, which also made the later Chen family and Yang family.Or from a certain point of view, he also succeeded in allowing himself, a short-lived guy, to continue living in this world.

However, one thing about primary succession is certain.

He turned out to be a part of Campas' plan, so Campas must have known about Xu Fu taking the holy sword a long time ago.

"Why did Campas leave the holy sword and his armor here?"

Calvin said: "He told me to wait here, knowing that one day, a destined person will come here to pick up this thing."

The first generation succeeded: "Who is that person?"

Calvin said: "Master Ye Shen told me this: He is the destined person, the savior of the past, and his name is Helan, the first born."

"Isn't it a primary succession?"

"No, it's the newborn Helan!"

Seeing Calvin's affirmation, the first-born succession only felt a chill creeping up his spine and rushing straight into his mind.

Countless memories were broken and reorganized in his mind like a montage, and then outlined into the beginning and end of the incident, and gradually outlined into a grand epic.

He couldn't help muttering to himself, and said: "So it turns out... So it turns out... This is the truth of everything! Everything can be explained, so it turns out... I thought about ten thousand possibilities, and it turns out that none of us It is a clone of Campas!"

(End of this chapter)