Chapter 412: I Really Don't Want to Be a Hero

Inside the briefing room of the Dawn Fleet, the atmosphere was suffocatingly solemn.

Every senior officer was present, without exception.

Li Chang'an stood upon the command platform, his face cast in a terrifyingly grim shadow.

"Everyone, we have just received word. Comrade Shen Qiuyue has fallen in the line of duty." Li Chang'an's voice was low and raspy.

"What?!"

"Shen Qiuyue has fallen?"

"This... how could this be possible?"

Speaking of this withered elder, An Shi Futu, he had originally been the sword-bearing death-guard of the Saber Intent Ancestor, the Evil Saber Emperor. Day and night, he had borne for his master that Blood-Drinking Death Saber, an instrument whose murderous and baleful aura coursed through his entire body.

Hu Tianyi walked behind Huang Yuyuan, his footing steady enough, though a wave of unease rippled through his mind; why was it that one after another, no one would pay him any heed?

"How could it turn out like this..." Chen Jian said with a furrowed brow. Di Hongkun was, after all, a deity of tens of thousands of years and should not have fallen just like that, moreover, this copy of the War God of Nuoxing had appeared inexplicably, and with the current capabilities of the Super Seminary, they were utterly powerless to forge another War God of Nuoxing.

As for anything else, she was not lacking in them anyway, so it mattered little whether she was given a share or not—take the vanishing cream, for instance, which Lu Wanmei had specifically requested her father to purchase from the city when she wrote her letter.

"Two months and better than half an hour!" Hu Mo interrupted Su Ya's words, answering directly and decisively, while simultaneously offering Su Ya a soothing gesture to signal that she should bide her time.

News concerning the mysterious super soldiers was also growing more frequent, and among them, the news agency under Xia Liu continuously broadcasted rhetoric regarding the threat of these super soldiers, gaining immense traction online and drawing a vast multitude into the debate.

The match that followed continued on, and naturally, without the opponent's cheat codes, this round was as simple as slaughtering chickens.

Marton let out a bitter smile, knowing they were merely comforting him, yet he remained deeply grateful in his heart, for he knew that since these siblings had uttered such words, they would surely act upon them.

The boy stood lingering near the wonton shop but did not venture inside, only kicking the roadside concrete steps over and over with the tip of his shoe, as though waiting for Lyu Qingtian to come out.

"Why do I find this Murong Dan so familiar?" Wen Yuanchen, standing beside him, was struck by a wave of perplexity.

Sima Zhi nodded. He too had heard of the affairs between Sun City and Shadow City, though it concerned him little; it was only because he knew Shadow City belonged to the Leng family faction that he had called them over to bid together.

Rather than calling it a subway token, it would be far more accurate to describe it as an amusement park arcade coin.

The shock in Qiu Ze's heart was beyond measure; he sat back down upon the boulder in restless anxiety, his eyes staring fixedly at the person before him.

Tong Ernan returned from socializing at the front, and catching sight of this scene, the corner of her lips lifted imperceptibly as a flash of amusement danced in the depths of her eyes.

"Well, I ate too much. Let's go out for a stroll to digest the food." Murong Dan thought for a moment and decided to wander around Yunxi City first.

Accompanied by Zhao Liang's bitter cry, two billion US dollars flooded into the Xia Kingdom's stock market. The influx of these two billion dollars acted like a shot of adrenaline, granting the stock market a brief surge of vitality, and riding upon this fleeting momentum, many people on the brink of despair and bankruptcy saw a glimmer of hope to survive.

"Did he confess his feelings to you?" Tong Ernan's expression told Tong Erfu that he had known this day would come sooner or later.

Shao Chen's gray eyes gazed intently at Xia Mengchu, a look of utter detachment frozen upon his stern visage.

"Fei'er is a child of exceptional talent, perhaps capable of reaching heights we could never attain in a lifetime. For the seven of them to draw close to Fei'er may well be considered a stroke of destiny for them." He Zhibai stroked his beard and remarked.

As expected, the things used by the Ghost Emperor were truly extraordinary; in about ten minutes, we had arrived at Freedom City.

"We won! Hahaha, this battle is ours! What are you all standing around for? Rally the entire army and advance immediately—the enemy is at Okehazama!" Oda Nobunaga roared to the heavens in wild exultation, striding out of the main hall with long, triumphant steps.