The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Chapter 358 Zhou thanks everyone.

Ye Chuhao turned his head to the side.

"Lu Ming".

"Step forward."

"To explain the situation to the esteemed ancestors of the Dragon Kingdom."

"Yes."

Lu Ming took a step forward.

He gazed at the countless broken souls of the fallen heroes, his Adam's apple bobbing several times before he finally managed to suppress the bitterness in his chest.

He channeled his inner energy and bowed deeply to all the heroic souls of humanity.

"Esteemed ancestors of the Dragon Kingdom!"

The sound traveled across the snowfield, drowning out the wind.

The countless heroic souls turned their heads at the same time.

They saw Lu Ming first.

Then, they saw the Northern Army flag unfurled in the wind behind Lu Ming.

Several veterans dressed in old-fashioned Northern Army uniforms stared at the flag, their gazes lingering for a long time.

"My name is Lu Ming."

"The current 99th Northern Border Division Commander of the Dragon Kingdom."

"Today, it is I, the Class Leader of Class Nine, Huang Tiandi, who has summoned you all back from your scattered obsessions."

Lu Ming turned around and pointed to the towering, dark tower that rose from the ground.

"Just so you can all witness it for yourselves—"

"Our human race will avenge the blood feuds across the four borders!"

All the spirits looked in the direction he was pointing.

They witnessed the forced merger of the four realms into ruins.

They saw the pitch-black tower devouring the souls of alien races.

They also saw that the once arrogant and wanton leaders of the alien races who had slaughtered human races were now all kneeling before a young man.

Punishment is still being carried out across the four borders.

Every scream of the alien race is a repayment of the blood debt owed to humanity.

"this……"

A veteran who had lost his left arm opened his mouth.

He looked at the million-strong Northern Army arrayed on the snowfield, and then at the Ark of the End hovering above the Ruins of Return.

"The later human race..."

"Is he already that strong?"

The soldier next to him, whose chest had been pierced, grinned.

He had no tongue and could not make complete sounds; he could only use his broken arms to pat his breastplate.

"good……"

"OK……"

More and more of the heroes' spirits are smiling.

Someone squatted on the snow and wept bitterly.

Someone embraced the mutilated body of their former comrade-in-arms.

Some stood ramrod straight, saluting the million-strong Northern Army.

"He didn't die in vain."

"Brothers, we didn't die in vain!"

Lu Ming closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already turned around and was looking at Ye Chuhao.

"Class monitor."

"Please give the order."

Ye Chuhao raised his hand and gently touched the countless heroic souls with his fingertips.

"The final execution will be carried out by the military veterans who died in battle across the four borders."

Golden light dispersed from his fingertips.

Among the heroic souls of the North, the East Sea, the South Frontier, and the Western Wilderness, figures from each region are drawn out.

A young general with claw marks all over his chest stepped forward from the front of the Northern army.

In the East China Sea Fleet, a naval commander who was only left with his upper body was lifted down by golden light.

Within the Hall of Heroes of Southern Xinjiang, a middle-aged military officer with ghostly black markings covering his face slowly walked out.

Upon arriving in the Western Wilderness, two figures were simultaneously chosen by the golden light.

One of them was a burly man with a general's star on his shoulder, and half of his body had disappeared.

The other person was hunched over, his soul light was dim, and he was still wearing that tattered Western Wilderness military uniform.

It was Zhou Lang.

When Zhou Lang realized he had been chosen, his body suddenly froze on the spot.

He kept his head down, not daring to look at the people around him.

Those hands, which hadn't trembled even when facing the swarm of insects in the Western Wilderness, now seemed to have nowhere to go.

"Old Zhou!"

The burly man next to him patted him hard on the back.

Why are you shaking?

"Today is a very joyous day!"

He walked around to Zhou Lang's front, examining Zhou Lang's aged and dim soul, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

"What happened to you? Why do you look like this?"

"Weren't you pretty energetic when we parted ways back then?"

"How did he die?"

Zhou Lang lowered his head even further.

"I……"

His lips trembled several times before he managed to squeeze out those words.

I don't deserve it.

The burly man was stunned.

Zhou Lang gripped the hem of his clothes, his knuckles turning white.

"My descendants used my merits to protect their clansmen and traffic in people."

"Nearly 60,000 people..."

"They harmed nearly 60,000 people."

Zhou Lang's voice grew softer and softer.

"The sins are too heavy."

"The right to wield the sword and settle the blood feud in the Western Wilderness today should be handed over to other brothers."

The surrounding spirits all fell silent.

They neither scolded nor comforted them.

As soldiers, they knew why Zhou Lang dared not raise his head.

The merits he gained at the cost of everything were ultimately used by later generations to cover up his evil deeds.

That shame had seeped into his very soul.

Ye Chuhao raised his hand.

Golden light crossed the snowfield and fell upon all the heroic souls of humanity.

Their mutilated bodies began to heal.

The severed arm regenerated.

The bloody hole that pierced his chest healed quickly.

The shattered skull, the rotting flesh, and the toxins that had invaded the soul were all wiped away little by little by the golden light.

In a short while, the countless heroic souls returned to their most complete state before they died.

Zhou Lang's hunched back straightened up again.

Gray hair turns black.

His aged face gradually returned to its appearance when he was stationed in the Western Wilderness.

He looked down at his hands, which had regained their strength, and tears fell into the snow at his feet.

Ye Chuhao looked at him and said:

The merits of our predecessors will not be erased because of the evil deeds of our successors.

"The sins of later generations cannot be excused by the merits of their predecessors."

Zhou Lang slowly raised his head.

"Your descendant has been dealt with accordingly."

"Those involved in the Zhou family case have been executed, their property confiscated, and the evidence of their crimes has been made public."

"This knife should have been handed to you today."

Ye Chuhao's voice echoed across the snowy plains.

"Back then, when the insect swarm from the Western Wilderness pressed in, you burned your foundation and your soul to hold off the enemy alone, fighting to the death without retreating."

"You owe neither the Western Wilderness nor the Dragon Kingdom."

"This is what you deserve."

Zhou Lang's lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

Ye Chuhao looked at the million-strong Northern Border Army.

"The Northern Army."

"Apply the executioner's knife."

"yes!"

Five grandmasters stepped out of the battle formation at the same time.

They carried five heavy swords in their hands and approached the five military veterans.

A layer of golden light fell from Ye Chuhao's fingertips.

The five execution knives were covered with golden patterns.

The heroic souls from the North, East Sea, South Frontier, and West Wilderness reached out one by one and grasped their own swords.