pjbooks Chapter 57 Qiu Ge! Absolutely awful!
Chapter 57 Qiu Ge! Absolutely awful!
Xu Yuan's fist pierced through the restless crimson energy without any hindrance, landing precisely on Zhao Guoqiang's heart.
That place is the source of terrorism and the starting point of all suffering and struggle.
"puff--"
A dull, unusual sound, as if flesh and energy were being crushed together, rang out.
The anticipated scene of carnage and bloodshed did not materialize.
The infected body, which was as hard as steel, was pierced through like butter under a hot knife, leaving a gaping hole.
The heart, along with the flame within it representing the authority of "Khorne," was completely annihilated by this punch.
As his heart, along with the flames hidden inside, was shattered, Zhao Guoqiang miraculously regained his senses!
Of course, it was only a temporary restoration of his senses.
The remnants of Khorne's power still flowed in Zhao Guoqiang's veins, using the last bit of strength to maintain his life.
In this state, a strange balance was formed.
As for Zhao Guoqiang, he felt that the whispers that had been swirling in his ears and driving him crazy had finally disappeared!
Looking down, he saw the hole in the location of his heart.
A person without a heart...
They actually survived?
The only thing is that it feels a bit chilly...
Of course, this was just Zhao Guoqiang making fun of himself.
He could clearly sense the power within his body being rapidly depleted.
Once the power of that god of war is exhausted, he will eventually die.
I must do something while I'm still lucid...
Zhao Guoqiang shook his head and looked at Xu Yuan, who had just withdrawn his fist.
"Comrade Xu Yuan..."
"Huh? You're still alive? How are you feeling?"
Xu Yuan glanced at him with considerable surprise.
"Actually, it's not good... Don't worry, I'm about to die." Zhao Guoqiang smiled bitterly, "I just want to tell you a few things."
"The bullet that shot you was fired on my orders."
Make a wish: ...
I've already killed you with one punch.
Seeing that Xu Yuan didn't react, or rather, he hadn't expected Xu Yuan to react at all, Zhao Guoqiang continued.
"After I got infected, I wrote in my diary every day."
"Keep a diary?" Xu Yuan forced a smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Who keeps a diary? Can what's written down really be considered their true feelings?"
This untimely joke startled Zhao Guoqiang for a moment, and then a genuinely relaxed smile appeared on his face.
He was relieved.
My heart was finally at ease... No, my heart was gone.
After personally experiencing the absolute power disparity that felt like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, he felt a moment of fear—fear that making a wish would completely turn him into an indifferent "god".
But now, this young man who still makes jokes at such moments has shown him the "humanity" that has not been extinguished beneath that powerful force.
Bevy is right. As long as he has humanity, there is still hope.
"This isn't what I really think," Zhao Guoqiang explained, his breathing becoming somewhat unsteady, "It's... my detailed physical data and mental fluctuation records during my infection period... all the changes are in the hands of the Dragon Soul's team doctor. Please, you must pass this on to Bei Wei, it's very important..."
"Okay." Xu Yuan nodded solemnly.
"Furthermore..." Zhao Guoqiang raised his trembling hand, pointing to his mangled body, his eyes burning with fervor, "After I die completely, please hand over my remains... intact to the nation. I am probably the best-preserved high-level infected sample currently available... perhaps, I can help those who come after me shed less blood..."
Xu Yuan's fist clenched suddenly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Until his last breath, he was still thinking about how to burn himself out to contribute his last bit of light and heat to this land and its people.
This person, however, was about to die right in front of him because he was infected by the power of the Four Gods.
But there's nothing I can do...
"it is good."
In the end, all I could manage to squeeze out was a single word.
"Finally... our bodies will become beacon fires, illuminating our land; our souls will become stars, guiding the way for eternity!"
Zhao Guoqiang's voice was passionate and resounding throughout the empty training ground. Every word struck Xu Yuanxin like a war drum, making his hair stand on end. A sense of pride and sorrow, originating from the depths of his blood and belonging to the Chinese people, was instantly ignited.
But the next second, the solemnity on Zhao Guoqiang's face crumbled instantly, as if he had finally fulfilled his lifelong wish. He chuckled like an old soldier who had succeeded in a prank, but his voice grew weaker and weaker.
"They say the people of Great Xia wait their whole lives for a chance worth dying for. How about wishing for that? Let me tell you, I've thought of that line a long time ago. Before I die in battle one day... how wonderful it would be to say it like that..."
His words eventually faded into a silent stillness.
The last glimmer of light in their eyes quietly faded away.
Dragon Soul Commander Zhao Guoqiang's vital signs have completely disappeared.
Zhao Guoqiang never fell until his death.
His body, which had long since lost all signs of life, stood frozen like a statue on the Dragon Soul Squad's training ground.
It stands like a silent monument.
Even while making a wish, seeing this scene before me brought a strong surge of emotion to my nose.
He may not have adapted to this new era, but his backbone is enough to set a benchmark for the spiritual height of being human for all who come after him.
It is because of these steadfast pioneers that the path to the future of the Great Xia civilization can be illuminated.
They never yielded to the Japanese pirates' massacre in the past, and they still stand tall in the face of the Four Gods' invasion.
"Brother Zhao!"
"Old Zhao!"
Two figures ran out of the dormitory next to the training ground, accompanied by two shouts filled with great grief.
It was the idea king and the new team doctor.
Xu Yuan sniffed and spoke to the unyielding Zhao Guoqiang in a voice only he could hear.
"Brother Qianqiu, what you said was absolutely lame..."
……
As for what happens next, it's much simpler.
Zhao Guoqiang had already made arrangements.
He appointed Idea King as the commander of the Dragon Soul Squad.
The team doctor's "diary" was also successfully submitted.
As for the members of the Dragon Soul Squad.
Although they were grieving over Zhao Guoqiang's departure, they gradually understood the ins and outs of the matter after Dianzi Wang's explanation.
They harbored no resentment towards Xu Yuan; on the contrary, they were filled with gratitude towards him.
As comrades who spend every day together, the members of the Dragon Soul Squad all know Zhao Guoqiang's character very well—death is not scary, what is scary is being infected and willingly degenerating.
Of course, they also understood Zhao Guoqiang's last wishes.
Soon, Zhao Guoqiang's body was properly taken away by personnel from a confidential research institute specializing in the study of infected organisms.
As the commander of the Dragon Soul Squad, Zhao Guoqiang's sacrifice led Bei Wei to the Dragon Soul Squad's base.
Beiwei came to Xuyuan's side, who had been standing in the training ground.
"Are you alright?"
The sound of making a wish remained calm and still.
"It's okay, but I feel a bit sleepy now."
Bevy: ? ? ?
He offered no explanation and turned to leave alone.
At this moment, he couldn't wait to go to that subspace and "pray" properly!
Bevy watched his departing figure, hesitant to speak. Just then, her phone screen lit up, displaying a new message:
"In accordance with Chief Zhao's last wishes, the 'Dragon Soul Mech Project' can begin testing at any time..."