Royal Alchemist

An atmosphere of sadness permeated the air, oppressing one's breath, accompanied by Jacques' sobbing and Philip's rapid gasping.

Qiu Ye patted Philip on the shoulder: "Lift them out first."

Philip propped up his upper body and glanced at Wu Dong, his eyes were bloodshot again.

Qiu Ye rolled up her sleeves and poked into the cabin, just as she stretched out her hand, Philip rushed over: "I'm coming!"

He held Wu Dong's arm with one hand and supported his back with the other. Because the cabin was not deformed, he easily dragged him out.

The flowing blood soaked Philip's clothes, and he wiped his face casually. The blood stained his face, scarlet.

Only half of his body was lying flat on the ground, and he looked much thinner than normal. Wu Dong's face was calm and serene, as if he was just asleep.

Philip lowered his head and wanted to drag the corpses of other soldiers, but Qiu Ye grabbed him: "You should go and rest."

"I'm not tired, what are you going to rest for?" Philip twisted a bit, and when he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was as hoarse as if it had been sanded.

Medical teams and mechanics arrived just in time and began to clean up the remains and wreckage.

Jacques wiped away his tears, sniffled and stepped forward to help. Philip struggled to break away from Akihae's hand, just like he rushed to the giant eye on the battlefield, and joined the cleaning team.

Broken bodies were brought out one after another and placed side by side on the ground. Every additional person was like an extra knife piercing Qiu Ye's heart.He stood aside quietly, breathing in the bloody air like masochistic, gathering his sad emotions little by little.

The war was not over, there were still worse battles waiting for him, and he could not be overcome by grief.

Wu Dong destroyed the death ray at the cost of his and his companion's lives and slowed down the pace of the dragon's invasion. Qiuye must seize this opportunity to save the defeat.

Qiu Ye took Jacques to the idle room and asked them what happened in the giant eye.

Recalling those shocking details, Jacques' eyes turned red again. This was a cruel thing for him, but he had to do it.

"When we first entered the giant eye, the weather was calm, as if we had entered another world, and we couldn't even hear the sound of the battlefield." Jacques recalled, "But when we got close to the egg, something felt wrong. The surrounding temperature It rose suddenly. General Wu Dong realized that time was running out and ordered us to destroy the egg. When we flew to the edge of the egg...the part of the body that was not demonized began to melt." Jacques trembled in horror.

Qiu Ye stopped breathing, and watched her flesh and bones melt into water, what a horrible and cruel thing.

"It's not just their bodies that melted, but also their fighter planes, but they acted as if nothing happened, they were still talking and laughing. General Wu Dong ordered us to destroy the eggs, and they endured while fighting. At the last moment...the eggs were successfully destroyed, but they no longer had the strength to spare..." Jacques said sadly, "Later, I saw that the gap began to close, and I thought that they must not be left here, so I chained their The fighter planes are bundled together... Later, you all saw it..."

"What about you? Why are you fine?" Qiu Ye touched his arm.

"Because I..." Jacques glanced at Akiba cautiously, "As soon as I found out that the situation was wrong, I completely demonized myself..."

Qiu Ye was not surprised, but nodded thoughtfully: "I see, if someone asks again, remember not to say anything, just push it on me."

Jacques hummed lightly.

The funeral was held at the base, simple but grand.

It is not only the nineteen demon hunters, but also the soldiers who died on the battlefield that day.

The remains were lined up, covered with flags with the star symbol of the Shining Empire. Some people did not leave the remains, and only some personal belongings were placed on the coffin.

Qiu Ye stood at the front in a military uniform. There was not much expression on his face, only a little sadness could be seen in the depths of his eyes.

Behind him stood a dense crowd, and the tough and strong men in the past bowed their heads one by one.

When the sad song sounded, grief surged into my heart in an instant, like a tide of extinction, blocking my chest, almost suffocating.

Soon, someone behind him began to sob, and the crying infected other people, and shed tears one after another. On weekdays, a man who was more masculine had red eyes, and the tears fell to the ground along their resolute faces.But their bodies are still straight, like a standing banner, firmly nailed to the floor.

Qiu Ye walked slowly to the middle of the corpse, stroking Wu Dong's head.

"May your souls live forever, and one day I will sacrifice the flesh and blood of my enemies to your tombstone." Qiu Ye's voice echoed in the mourning hall.

At the funeral after the First World War in the Luke Corridor, Feng Qi once said that today, Qiu Ye stood here instead of Feng Qi, paying homage to the souls of the sacrificed soldiers.

"One day, I will use the flesh and blood of the enemy to sacrifice your tombstone." The rest of the people echoed loudly, some of them almost roared, the voice was so loud that it almost broke through the dome.

"They are all heroes." Qiuye looked at the crowd firmly, "They have proved themselves with flesh and blood, they are worthy of the heaven and earth, and their hearts are worthy, everyone lying here is honored and will be recorded in the annals of history. Please Remember them forever, the blood they shed is for the ultimate victory!"

Victory is always forged with the blood and bones of countless heroes. Heroes can be famous generals through the ages, or unknown soldiers.They are not perfect, they may have many problems, they may not be likable, and they may have an ugly appearance, but when the country needs them, they gave their lives without hesitation.It is because of them that a beautiful world can be created, and people can spend peaceful days with laughter and blue sky and white clouds.

Forgetting heroes is a shameful betrayal, please always, always remember them!

The soldiers looked at the autumn leaves with burning eyes and high fighting spirit.

"You are my pride, the pride of Shining Empire!" Qiu Ye clenched her fists, "Okay, let's all go to rest. Our battle is not over yet."

The soldiers exited the auditorium in an orderly manner. Qiuye saw Gerald, who also attended the funeral, but he always stood at the end without showing his face.

He walked up to Qiuye, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing.

Gerald left too, and Philip was left standing there with his head bowed.General Xie gave him a hand, and he resisted stubbornly.

"Aren't you leaving?" Qiuye walked up to him.

"I'll stay a little longer." Philip's voice was so dry that it was almost inaudible.

Qiu Ye and General Xie looked at each other: "Then I'll go first."

General Xie nodded at Qiuye, and then said to Philip, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No, leave me alone."

"Okay then, you go to rest early too, sorry."

Qiu Ye and Xie were about to leave, and only Philip stood alone in the huge auditorium. The light was adjusted to dim, and it hit the body softly. There was no sense of terror, but a little more soft and warm.

Philip walked to Wu Dong's side, and the hat he was holding in his hand had been kneaded into pickles by him, and his neatly combed hair had been messed up by him when he came out.

If someone had told him a few months ago that you would be the last person standing by Wu Dong's side, you would have been scolded and mocked by him, or simply kicked away, but life is so elusive.

He carefully recalled every communication with Wu Dong, which seemed to be accompanied by noisy, even slapped each other on the table, and even the last time they spoke, they were all pushing and shoving.

If I knew it earlier, I would have been a little more polite to him, and now I can have more peaceful memories. Now that I think about it, he is not so scary. Apart from his dark face, he is still very handsome.

But now, what's the use of thinking about it?

"I haven't bought you a drink yet, why are you closing your eyes like this?" Philip seemed a little unsteady, curled up and sat on the edge of the coffin, rubbing his face with his hands.

No one answered him.

"But I'm smart, so I brought the wine." Philip grinned, his smile was unspeakably ugly.

He fumbled in his pocket for a long time and took out a small bottle of wine.Alcohol was banned during the battle, but they always had a way to hide.

It was just a small bottle the size of a palm. When Philip opened the bottle cap, the strong aroma of alcohol wafted out.

"It's from the wine cellar on the lowest level when I left Solomon, it's cheap for you." He poured a little into the lid, put it on the bier, and raised the bottle towards the person covered by the flag, "cheers!"

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Qiu Ye looked at the reports sent by various departments until midnight, and squeezed the corners of her eyes tiredly.

As soon as he calms down, he will think of the people who died in battle, and he can only dilute his sadness with busy work.

But he was still tired after all, closed the report, and leaned back in the chair.

Fengqi, where are you?

At least one thing can comfort him, that is, he can still feel him in the spiritual world, although the breath is so weak that it is almost ignored.

where is he?How are you?Is there any danger to life?

One question after another rolled in his mind, and it hurts when he thinks about it.

Feng Qi, when will you be back?

The flood of thoughts overwhelmed him.

Come back quickly, let's fight together!

He suddenly remembered an important matter, and immediately contacted Xun Xun, a wanderer from Imperial Capital Star.

You Zixun didn't sleep either, and quickly connected to the signal.

"Is there anything unusual?" Qiuye asked.

"Everything is fine." You Zixun's eyes were a little red from the heat, but he was in a good state of mind.

As a general, Feng Lin is very good, but he lacks in other aspects. Feng Qi is not around, so the internal and external affairs have to be handled by wandering Zixun, internally comforting and externally dealing with.

"Is Safirol awake?"

Akiba's urgent tone made You Zixun nervous: "Not yet, what's wrong?"

"It's fine if you don't have it..." Qiuye thought for a moment, then lowered her voice, "There is one thing, can you find a way to do it."

When You Zixun heard him say this, his eyebrows raised involuntarily.

"Admiral Akiba, you are getting worse and worse now." You Zixun smiled, "It's a bit difficult, it depends on the opportunity, but I will try my best. But your plan is based on the fact that we win and repel the enemy." Under the premise of the dragon people, are you so confident?"

"I made preparations in advance." Qiu Ye puffed up her chest, "The final decisive battle is coming!"