Jie Lian and Red Lion quickly denied this possibility.

How could the general be thinking about that woman? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

But these are not important issues. What is important is that the general finally stopped struggling.

The horse-headed girl stepped on her boots, walked up to Latan, who had a calm face, and held down his head.

While checking the condition inside his body, he comforted him:

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

At the same time, an unknown voice also appeared out of thin air:

"Sure enough, the flame in Latarn's brain is weak. It should be instinctive to prevent the brain from burning out."

"Isn't your brain burned out now?" Tragus looked at the nameless horse-headed girl.

Wuming stopped gossiping and controlled the flames, flowing through Latarn's body, causing a lot of sweat.

Thanks to the large amount of mushroom soup fed to Latan over the past month, Latan's body is very rich in water. His body that was originally dry in the sand dunes was moisturized and he sweated a lot.

As a large amount of sweat appeared, Wuming also increased his firepower. Under the water and fire, Latan roared in pain, but every time he saw Wuming's transformed figure, he would reduce his struggle.

As time passed, Latarn roared vaguely.

This vague roar sounded as sweet as fairy music to the red lion's ears.

Although it was vague, they could tell that it was language, a language that the general had not spoken for many years.

Jie Lian asked: "What is the general talking about?"

Red Lion said uncertainly:

"The general seems to be talking about... the emperor?"

Jie Lian said: "I understand, the general worships King Gefulei and King Radagan. He once attacked the royal city and was repelled, but he is still pursuing his dream of becoming a king!"

Old Jie Lian burst into tears, with tears oozing from one eye: "The general has never forgotten his ambition!"

The red lions also wiped away tears in emotion.

On the one hand, it is the ideal of the general, and on the other hand, it also sees the hope of the general's recovery.

They echoed the general's roar and shouted the emperor's name.

"Emperor! Emperor!"

The nameless transformed figure also neighed and screamed loudly.

Just when the entire Weeping Dune was heated up by the atmosphere, and the fanatical atmosphere was ignited to the extreme, Latarn took a breath of cold air, and his originally dim eyes regained their pupils, shining with the light of reason.

In an instant, the enthusiasm sublimated into ecstasy, and the warriors and the red lions hugged each other, cried, shouted and laughed.

Jielian shouted Latarn's name, looked up to the sky and roared at the red clouds and fading stars, announcing the return of the legend to the world:

"General Broken Star, the miraculous resurrection!"

Gee, this should have been the most sublime scene, so fun that I felt like I was crazy.

It's a pity that the tragic atmosphere in the early stage was not properly rendered. It can only be said that there are still too many restrictions. There are factors both inside and outside the game, and there are too many plots to be arranged that can only be written during this period, causing readers to notice the delay. (Actually, the process is too slow.

It’s not that it’s procrastinating, it’s that it’s not written well, and the plot arrangement doesn’t have a sense of ups and downs.) Maybe it should be done in one step, and after exaggerating the emotions, I can directly continue with this paragraph. It’s a pity, it’s a pity, just understand the spirit.

By the way, I would like to ask the readers, do you want me to add pictures to certain paragraphs, the source of some memes, or specific images of specific characters, or should I wait until readers realize the memes and post them themselves.
Chapter completed!