Dion lowered his eyes: "Indomitable, not to be fully committed... The empire in the past has reached its last step and has no choice but to retreat. If you want to survive, you must fight for the solar term and become a warrior even if you cowardly."

"It's easy to say, but if you can live, who wants to die?" Zhou Sangyu laughed softly: "If there is no hope, who will be happy to put his chest on his fangs."

Dion remained silent. She had participated in the battle in the Shenzhou Empire and naturally knew a lot. She was not happy and didn't want to talk about it. She just dragged the water: "It's OK..."

"His Excellency Di'an, you have seen it." Zhou Sangyu didn't want to let her go: "The nameless man holding that flag."

Dion raised his eyes, the blood of the heroic spirit was rioting in his body, and the courage of the holy soul seemed to condense into sword energy through his eyes. The Europa Sword Saint was so stern that she had been hiding. This was the wound she had hidden for a while, and she didn't want to be exposed in front of anyone, especially in front of Mary... When the gauze on this layer of wound was uncovered, as a knight, she couldn't help but be crazy like an angry beast: "Are you groping for me?"

Dion's tone was depressed, and he suppressed the urge to draw his sword to calm down: "Don't spy on things you shouldn't know. If you really want to know, you can go to the Holy Academy to meet the Three Saints, and probably ask your previous emperor, she knows better than me!"

She added coldly: "If you can survive after asking, you can get the answer you want."

Zhou Sangyu was not afraid, but found a few cracks with a calm attitude. He smiled bitterly: "I don't understand..."

"Why don't you say it? Why are you a hero who is buried in the gravel of experience? It's only ten years since then, and not many people know him..." Zhou Sangyu slowly clenched his fists: "I've seen him on the side, although I only have a glimpse, just a back, but I've seen him... I just want to know what kind of person he is, some people shouldn't be forgotten!"

"His name should be ranked first on the list of the Holy Academy heroes. He was elected as Lingyan Pavilion. His achievements should be admired by thousands of people. His statue should be towering over Ziwei Palace and was worshipped for thousands of years..." Zhou Sangyu was a rare person. He said angrily: "It is not erased from the experience!"

Mary listened quietly, unable to empathize, but her heart also felt a tingling pain: "Mr. Zhou must be very yearning for that unknown man, right?"

"Longing?" Zhou Sangyu shook her head with a wry smile: "It's looking up... looking up without expectation."

"Dion..." Mary stretched out her hand, warming the Knight's extremely cold hand, and comforting her pain with a smile: "Some things will be more comfortable to say."

Dion silently accepted his questioning, and the fire of resentment in his heart slowly extinguished the fire, replaced by a strong sad look. She sighed and lowered her head, clenched her five fingers and loosened her: "...I don't know."

"What?" Zhou Sangyu almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"I don't know his name, his appearance, what he did... Even if I know, it's only a small part. The battlefield of the past swept the whole world, half of the Chinese Empire collapsed, and most of France fell into the same terminal illness. Every country fell into a country. What you only see is your own country, and what the heroes see is a world."

Close your eyes and a nightmare formation hits you.

The scorched ground is covered with thousands of miles of naked land, and millions of corpses are hidden, but the demons are gradually resting, crawling out of the soil, from the corpse, and from the sea of ​​blood, devouring and occupying the world on earth that does not belong to them.

Dion paused: "You said you had seen him in the past, do you still remember what kind of formation it was?"

Zhou Sangyu's face was solemn, and he focused on it: "Of course I remember..."

"That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, but the North Star was bright, and the bonfire was dark. The public gangs were wrapped around the fire, some were staring at the fire in a daze, some were in a daze, some were tossing and turning in pain, some looked up at the sky, no one fell to tears, because tears had long been dry... I sat at the gate of the Holy Court, but the holy land of the scholars was like a refugee camp. Except for the library that was sealed, all of us were covered with injuries, and all of us were confused."

"Because there is no hope... the family is gone, the country is destroyed, and people are destroyed, and the backbone is naturally bent. Where is the road and where is the home?"

"The hearts of eighty million people are almost dying. One month of waiting is in vain. Where is the heroic spirit? Where is the saint?"

"Someone took off their shoes and announced the light of the end of the world, and looked like crazy; some people snatched the ground with their heads, hoping to kill them on the south wall in order to get rid of them; some people drew their swords and looked angry, and their sword energy was scattered, but they didn't know where to slash."

"Even if Youjia is being violated, others don't stop him. They just sit and watch the success or failure. The perpetrator smiled and said that he was going to die anyway. It would be better to let me have a good time. Someone in the crowd responded and began to sneak in, morality collapsed, and rituals and music collapsed..."

"And then..."

"The perpetrator died and was beheaded by a sword. The sword-holder wrapped in a cloak. The three-foot blue peak was stained with blood, and it exceeded the corpse. It took off the cloak and put it on the sobbing Jia's shoulder and said softly-sorry, I'm late..."

"Everyone thinks he is talking to He Jia. In fact, he said to everyone present - sorry, I'm late!"

"He stood among the people, silently holding up his arms, raising fire to the sky, and the flames burned into flags... and spreading the sky."

"A red sun rose in the east."

"That flag cut open the chaotic starry sky, breaking through many clouds, the sun is bright, and the demons are scattered..."

"Everyone raised their heads and stared at the flag, starry flames, an incredible emotion ignited their lungs, burned their flesh and blood, and boiled their souls... The nameless and faceless man stepped up to the highest stairs of the Holy Academy, stabbed the flag into the earth, and burned the sky with a storm, and was about to bury the darkness. That announcement resounded across the top of the sky and ran through the ages."

“He said—”

"The people of China, the early hours of the morning have arrived, and they blew the trumpet and began to criticize!"

"Blame it—! Destroy the Heavenly Way—!"

"The sage Taoist thunder sounds, the great scholars' advice, the literary songs shine brightly, and the three saints finally appeared, stood in front of the flag, bowed to welcome them, and obeyed the orders."

"The sky has dozens of brilliant meteors shining brightly. The heroic spirits are coming. Following his back, he is not alone... He is carrying thousands of troops!"

"The nameless hero silently carried the flag with his back to the common people, he said-"

"I'll take you home!"

"After listening to this sentence, many people fell into tears... Looking up at his back, the drunk veterans crawled up to their feet, were armed with weapons, and followed his measures; the knights tied their hair, were mad and proud to be the pawns; they gritted their teeth and followed, and the scribes laughed a long time, and their white clothes were stained with blood."

"Everyone is ready to die. With just one word, even if he dies, it is not far-fetched... He gave everyone a reason, which is enough."

"And then, there is a decisive battle, a decisive battle, a decisive battle!"

"Three misses, the emperor and the emperor sword returned to victory, and half of the country returned to the territory of the empire."

"There is no return...there is no flag."

"No, that mask..."

Listening to Zhou Sangyu's narrative, the car became the quietest, and the needle could be heard. Only when a voice rose and fell, the emotions were excited, and there was no need to be heavy or tragic. It was just a piece of paper expressed by the words in the language, which was enough to shock half of the land of China.

Who would have thought that an unknown man would reverse the track of luck with his own strength.

Mary couldn't continue to smile, her smile gradually faded, and her delicate facial features were stained with a little sorrow: "... Will heroes come to an end in such a tragic way?"

She only regrets that she could not have been born ten years earlier, and she only regrets that she failed to see the Global Battle ten years ago.

"Heroes have never been a holy name." Zhou Sangyu laughed: "So I can't bear it. I just want to ask clearly why all heroes know everything but don't say a word? Forgetting the past is equivalent to turning against each other. Time flies, who will remember that flag?"

When Zhou Sangyu stopped telling, Dion's look was interrupted. Her expression was complicated and finally condensed into painful words: "There is only one reply - I don't know - I can't answer any of your questions."

This sentence is sincere, lies, and helplessness.

"I don't know his identity and origin. He is more secret than anyone else, and he is more proud than anyone else. Only a few people have seen his face under his mask. I don't know the thoughts of my heroic spirit. Every country, every place, and every battlefield has completely different experiences in that month."

"So what about you?" Zhou Sangyu meaningfully: "His Excellency Dion!"

Don’t ask others, just ask your true heart.

The famous Jixia official deliberately wanted to break through the casserole to ask the truth, saying that he was arrogant or that he was ungrateful, the only thing he had to ask about this was the only thing that he had to do was to reveal. He had been waiting for today for too long.

Dion was silent. After a long time, she spoke slowly, like a volcano erupting.

"Heroic spirits are not perfect, heroic spirits are also humans. They have seven emotions, six desires, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness... Heroic spirits are just as fragile. How can you understand our mood? The heroes who fail the world, and the oath we fail!"

Her voice accumulates wrath and pain.

"It is impossible to cry when you are sad, it is impossible to cry when you are in pain, it is impossible to keep you when you are in vain... Do you understand? Do you... understand!"

"Do you really think no one has tried to record the war that happened in the past? Didn't recorders secretly compile it? They were just found out and ordered to stop."

"When black paper and white words clearly tell everything, it is tantamount to announcing a fact to the whole world - there is a huge hero who died bravely in battle!"

Dion laughed: "Who gave you the authority to write like this? Who gave you the courage to assert this? Shut up, a group of gentlemen! He is still alive, as long as we still remember him for a day, he will be alive! He just slept for a while, and will return sooner or later!"

"That's the reason!"

"You are not convinced? Yes! If you can conquer the seventy-nine heroes in the whole world, you have the right to erect a hero statue for him! Otherwise... never mention the saying "He is dead" in front of a hero... If this time it is not me but Roland, you will now face Durandal's spearhead and the Paladins' liver fire."

this……

Zhou Sangyu was completely stunned. He had thought about it for thousands of times, but he didn't expect such an easy answer.

There is no special reason, nor does it have anything to do with faith or national disputes, and the heroes just refuse to admit it. They are paranoid and stubbornly waiting for his return.

Wait, when he returns, he welcomes the hero with flowers and chants; instead of burying flowers and sculptures to commemorate the hero's sacrifice.

He is still alive... so you are not allowed to erect monuments! You are not allowed to experience record his death! No one is allowed to wipe him under the pen!

So, for ten years, I ignored it.

This is not indifference, but an unknown waiting.

Zhou Sangyu smiled bitterly. Did he... have he been thinking of his own affection?

Mary made a voice at the right time, and the young Loli frowned slightly, and said in a stern manner: "Mr. Zhou, let's stop here... If you watch the knight you bully me like this, as a heroic spirit, you will not allow such action."

Oppression? I understand that I was taught...

The famous officials in Jixia were laughing and crying, and were in a complicated mood as if they had knocked over Wuwei Bottle: "I am taking the blame and I will come to the door to apologize in the future... Thank you, Your Excellency Di'an, for having a knot of suspicion for ten years, but this answer is really surprising."

"You naturally don't understand." Dion lowered his eyes and covered his gem-like pupils. At this time, she looked a little tired. After taking off the Knight's washing coat, she showed her true consciousness and her tone was approaching gentle. She smiled faintly, and her beautiful appearance and charming appearance opened: "The reasons for every heroic spirit are completely different. Some are obsessions, some are stubborn, and some are promises..."

...

Ten years ago.

Versailles, one of the five major palaces, is a French royal residence, but today it is rare to have a grand dinner.

This is a victorious dinner. All nobles, soldiers, politicians, celebrities, and all those who have worked hard for the battle are qualified to enter the banquet. On the contrary, if a person who has not achieved any achievements in the battle, and even a few donations of battles, even aristocrats, are not allowed to enter... The guests of this banquet almost appointed the confluence of the surface society in France in Japan.

Dion was unwilling to attend the banquet. She would rather return to the front line and reconnaissance whether there were any remaining queues, but due to the emperor's order, she had to return it.

She did not change into a foreign skirt, but instead wore a delicate and compact dragon cavalry uniform. She was placed in this mixed banquet, but it did not look abrupt.

Looking at the crowds, the famous lady dressed in high-end clothes, the generals of the soldiers stained with blood, and the celebrity lady with enchanting makeup in heavy makeup. She closed her eyes and leaned against the stone pillar to sleep. The noisy sound did not affect her single-sided quiet space.

Until a single shadow came not far away, white robe, white face, white head, golden eyes... When he discovered it, the banquet hall found the tranquility of three seconds, and everyone was silently staring at him. The man, as the core of his vision, walked by the crowd in a big way, leaving a sentence: "Don't worry about me, you can continue."

After obtaining the permission of this sentence, the banquet hall was regained heat... but many people's expressions showed rigidity and unnaturalness.

Dion silently stared at the figure approaching, subconsciously straightening his back.

As the hero at the forefront, she knew much better than the rest of the people here.

She respectfully gave a gift: "Your Excellency."

The golden eyes behind the mask calmed down on her body for about a second: "Your energy is too tense, the French war has been finished, you should learn to relax a little. Change your skirt and go to a celebrity boy to dance. You will forget your unexcited experience."

Dion shook his head: "I saw with my own eyes that my homeland was in powerless and I really had no intention of enjoying victory, but you..."

"How?" the young man asked in confusion: "Do you want to invite me to dance together?"

"Eh?" The girl opened her mouth cutely, full of shock. She came to her senses and quickly denied: "I'm not, I don't..."

"Is that so? It seems that I am not charming enough. Maybe it's because I'm too seriously tainted with blood. No one will invite me to dance together at such a big banquet." The young man laughed at himself.

The girl was too tight to finance her money and replied in panic: "I'm not a purpose, you have a lot of charm... um..."

"Okay." The young man stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the girl's head. He touched her long golden hair, which felt like silk, and his tone was soft: "I'm just playing with you... I can't dance, and no one is happy to dance with me."
Chapter completed!