As long as there is blood, the gods will kill you

Chapter 1271 Embrace death!

"Master Lan..."

With a pop, Nick fell to his knees, filled with grief.

"Roar--!!!"

It wasn't the only one who was grieving, the scattered army of sandworms also let out a wail one after another.

They have even less background. They are originally the top sixth-level civilization, but they are still some distance away from the seventh-level civilization.

I don't know what kind of bad luck I had recently, but I forced myself to gather this pseudo-seventh level combat power.

If we fail here, we can only say that the loss is huge.

"The war is not over yet, continue to face the enemy!!!"

A loud shout shook his mind.

Nick got up from the ground. Such a simple movement made him feel deeply weak again.

On the surface, the injuries are really not that many.

But he couldn't help but his body was covered in gravel, which was no different from a chicken steak that was about to be put into the frying pan and covered in bread crumbs.

These different characteristics of gravel bring different experiences.

Nick only felt that breathing was getting heavier and more difficult, and every breath required all his strength.

My limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and I would be out of breath even if I moved even a little bit.

He didn't hesitate and continued to output continuously.

Waving silk threads covered the sky, scattering sandworms one after another.

Pfft!

I don’t know which sandworm launched the sneak attack.

The earth-yellow sharp arrow pierced the air, and without any sound, it penetrated the chest in an instant!

"cough."

His throat was fishy and sweet, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

By this point in the battle, his condition had passed the point of serious injury and was near the "dying line".

There were several more soft sounds in succession, and blood flowers bloomed from the body.

Nick's vision was half dark and he fell to the ground.

Just before touching the ground, he gritted his teeth and took his last breath.

"Damn you guys..."

The thread gathered in the palm of the hand, spinning and flowing like a whirlpool.

"Invader!"

Every word, blood kept coming from his mouth.

Then the lines spread, no longer strangled, but turned into thousands of sharp thorns, piercing the sandworm army!

"I have no strength left..."

As he murmured in his mouth, Nick felt dizzy. He didn't even know how many sandworms he had killed with this blow.

We can only roughly know that some of them were killed.

His body was paralyzed on the ground, and his brain was so slow that he could hardly think about too many problems.

Nick's body was covered in sores and his chin hit a stone.

He didn't feel much pain, and he was almost dead anyway, no matter what he hit.

"Huh...huh..."

His chest rose and fell, and his breathing sounded extremely intense to himself, but in reality it became smaller and smaller each time.

"Senior Songke, I think I am going to die too. Damn it, I have been fighting for the Morr civilization since I was born and became a heroic warrior."

"I have provided genetic samples several times, and there have been dozens of offspring, but I have never truly completed natural reproduction..."

"I don't want to die. I still have a lot of things I want to do and a lot of things that are unfinished..."

Nick's breathing became weaker and weaker, and he tried his best to open his eyes wide, but his eyelids were as heavy as a stone.

It seems that it has really reached its limit.

He sighed softly as if resigned to his fate.

The glimmer of light shone into his half-open and half-closed eyes, and he tried to imprint the last scene in his mind.

But at this moment.

A thread that looked like a rainbow light suddenly appeared in the peripheral vision.

The lines are ethereal, like light smoke or silk satin.

It is so colorful that it is difficult to describe its specific color.

But at a certain moment, it turned directly into darkness like thick ink!

Nick was stunned.

Vaguely, he felt as if he had caught something.

"This scene..."

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he just trembled his arms to prop up his upper body...well, he just barely raised his forehead a little.

Even so, when he raised his sight slightly, he saw more threads and particles wandering in the air!

The sandworms and moors in the distance became a bit blurry, but the lines were particularly clear.

No, it's not clear either.

It's like being on another layer, so incompatible with the world.

——Goddess of Death? !

Nick finally remembered this "word".

It's just... I saw the lines, and I'm about to die. Where is the goddess?

Nick rolled his eyes and moved his gaze. Not to mention goddesses, there were not many women in sight.

"Is this an illusion..."

If this is an illusion, it seems that I am indeed not far from death.

Dear Goddess of Death, if you are the messenger of death, can you let the Mors die less?

We have never launched an invasion and have no intention of participating in a war. Why do we have to go through all this? Why do we have to destroy our country and our family...

I also know that "weakness is the original sin", but I still feel unwilling to do so. I don’t want to die like this...Goddess of Death, please...

Nick could still utter a few vague words at first, but after just a few words he lost his strength, and the rest of the words could only be spoken in his heart.

The half-closed eyelids will now be completely closed.

The moment before his vision completely turned to darkness, he seemed to see a certain body floating close...

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"For the glory of Morr civilization! We love peace, but we are not afraid of war! If you invaders covet my realm, just come!"

"We are the warriors of Morr civilization, the powerful elite!"

"You will surely taste death!"

Am I dead?

It seems not, because I can hear sounds and see blurry scenes.

Am I alive?

It seems like there isn't one either, because I can't move.

The scene in front of him was a speech made by a strong man from the Mor tribe before his death, and Nick had a vague impression of it.

Why do I have this perspective?

Am I dreaming?

Nick was confused.

The next second, the surrounding scene began to change, the crowd and the environment gradually changed, turning into particles and dissipating into the distance.

Unconsciously, his perspective changed.

"Damn it, did the raid plan fail? These Bai Ge civilizations are too cunning. I'm afraid I won't be able to get out today..."

"We must pass the news back and ask our people to take precautions and never fall into their trap again!"

This is the scene before death of a member of a certain team performing a special mission.

Nick also knew their story, which dates back several years, about two years after the war broke out.

In order to obtain enemy intelligence, a certain team was ambushed and subjected to various tortures.

Fortunately, the information was successfully passed on and helped the Morr civilization survive a period of crisis.

Light and shadow flickered, and the perspective changed again.

Only this time, it’s no longer a tribesman, but an enemy’s perspective——

"Ake, take my news back to Minggu Lake and let my mother know that I have left a legacy for the Star Island civilization. If our homeland can continue for one more second, I will have a share of the credit..."

"Don't be sad or cry for me. I hate war and killing, but I have killed many lives. Now it is my turn to die. Maybe only in this way can I find true peace. I am too tired..."

The scene changes faster and faster, and Nick sees death after death.

There are all kinds of weird things among them, and there are all kinds of races.

Until the last moment, he heard two voices.

"I'm probably going to die, and I don't know what's going on with that kid... His brother asked me to take care of him, so I should be fairly qualified... I don't think I'm very qualified..."

This is the voice of seniors.

The voice that sounded next was a clear female voice that Nick had never heard before.

His voice was not loud, his tone was calm, and he just said lightly——

"This is not an illusion, Morr, congratulations on embracing death."