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

On the city wall.

Beside Li Yuan, a soldier named Zeng Tie stared blankly at the scene.

He didn't cry.

Wang Weibing did not cry when he confessed.

He did not cry when Zhao Hai and the others were completely destroyed.

As the new recruits fell one by one under the claws of the monster, he gritted his teeth and did not shed a single tear.

But now.

Looking at the reinforcements that finally arrived.

Looking at that incomprehensibly powerful golden figure.

Zeng Tie suddenly felt an indescribable sense of grievance.

That sense of grievance became the final drop of rain that broke the dam.

Immediately afterwards, as everyone could see, the big man's tears burst forth, streaming down his face, where flesh was missing and his jawbone was charred.

next moment.

He suddenly looked up and angrily questioned the golden figure.

"You're so strong!!"

"Why are you so late?!"

"Zeng Tie!!!"

Li Yuan's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed him.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The golden figure turned around.

They looked over.

Zeng Tie shook off Li Yuan's hand and stared intently at the golden light.

In that instant when their eyes met, he had a feeling that he might perish at any moment.

But he still didn't look away.

The reason he's holding on like this is simply to... seek justice from those who can no longer speak out.

"Couldn't you have come earlier?!"

Zeng Tie, tears streaming down his face, pointed to the spot where the red-haired giant ape had fallen.

"My brothers from the same year, to create the opportunity for us to kill this beast, have vanished without a trace!"

He then pointed to the spot where the demon wolf had turned into minced meat.

"Our instructor deliberately detonated his dantian to send that demonic wolf to hell!"

He then pointed to the surviving recruits.

"them!"

"These young buddies who just enlisted!"

"How many people have died at the hands of monsters in order to prevent our battle from being disrupted!"

Did you know that?!

Zeng Tie glanced at the golden figure, and also at the teachers and veterans who had arrived.

He choked up as he shouted.

"Why couldn't you have come earlier!"

Why...?

"You couldn't have come any earlier!!!"

The teacher held Wang Weibing's broken cane in his hand, remaining silent.

The veterans also lowered their heads.

No one dared to look directly at this descendant whose bones were charred.

This is the battlefield.

Everyone who has experienced war understands.

Some sacrifices are no one's fault but rather no one's own.

Those who survive will forever be tormented by the thought, "If only it had happened sooner."

The dead can never stand up and say another word.

"It hurts."

At this time.

The audience, whose hearts were heavy, all heard the low and restrained narration coming from inside.

Zeng Tie understood that he couldn't wrong anyone, nor did he have the right to blame anyone.

[But our fallen brothers deserve an explanation.]

Someone needs to stand up and speak out for them.

At the very least, this period of history should be recorded for future generations.

Instead of being glossed over with a cold, dismissive statement—"The northern defenses fought a fierce battle for a day, suffering heavy casualties; reinforcements arrived, and the demons retreated."

Ai Kun's somewhat somber voice also rang out from outside the video.

"This part..."

"Documents provided by the War History Department of the Dragon Kingdom."

"It happened in real history..."

The barrage of comments scrolled by densely.

[Waaaaah! Brother Tie! We haven't forgotten! We all saw it!]

[Instructor Wang! Li Yuan! Zeng Tie! Zhao Hai! Haozi... every one of your names should be remembered!]

Don't sum them up by casualty figures; they were living, breathing human beings!

[Exactly! Let's not let heroes become just numbers!]

[Brother Tie, you're right to scold them! These guys deserve to be scolded!!]

[Waaaaah... Brother Tie wasn't angry that their reinforcements arrived late; he was crying out in pain for his brothers!]

[What no one cried about was Instructor Wang's last words, "Live on, Instructor!" Even I, a tall man of 1.8 meters, almost cried my eyes out.]

Those who sacrificed their lives were once children who were scolded by their instructors and forced to practice extra.

They weren't waiting for aid; they were waiting for hope to survive.

A line of war history, a wall full of heroic souls.

Please, don't let them just die in history.

The entire sky was shrouded in grief.

On the playground.

Countless students had tears in their eyes.

Someone had their head down, their shoulders trembling.

Some people clenched their teeth tightly, trying to suppress their cries.

Even Lu Changming fell silent.

Ye Chuhao stood in the crowd, looking up at the sky.

His face, unusually, no longer held its usual playful smile.

Xingyao stared at his profile for a while.

She could see a very faint sadness in his eyes.

So she quietly slipped under his arm.

"Um?"

Ye Chuhao's lips curled up slightly as he looked down at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh-huh."

Xingyao shook her head and raised a small hand in front of him.

"Should I put my hand over?"

Ye Chuhao asked tentatively.

"Uh-huh."

Xingyao nodded, her eyes shining.

Ye Chuhao couldn't guess what the little stutterer was thinking about.

He thought she was uncomfortable in crowded places, so he took her small hand and prepared to continue looking at the sky.

Available in the next second.

Xingyao frowned slightly and grasped his hand in return.

Then, she gently placed Ye Chuhao's hand on her head.

Ye Chuhao was stunned for a moment.

Xingyao pouted, but afraid that Ye Chuhao would laugh at her, she turned her head to the side.

She spoke haltingly.

"Class...class monitor."

Your smile is... fake.

"I'm not happy at all."

She spoke with great difficulty.

But I still tried my best to finish what I had to say.

"You forgot...forgot."

"You like...you like..."

As she said this, Xingyao's cheeks flushed slightly.

She encouraged herself in her heart, then bravely looked up and met Ye Chuhao's gaze.

"When you're unhappy, pat...pat my head."

"ha……"

Ye Chuhao chuckled.

The otherworldly memories that the sky had stirred in his heart were gently dispelled by this clumsy girl.

He lowered his body and moved closer to Xingyao.

The two were very close.

Ye Chuhao's sudden approach caused Xingyao's palms to sweat profusely, and her fair face turned red at a visible speed.

Ye Chuhao grinned mischievously.

The hot breath hit her face, and Xingyao was so embarrassed that she wanted to hide.

But when she thought about the "mission" she had come with, she forced herself to hold back.

Xingyao suppressed her embarrassment and tried her best to remain calm as she asked.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Ye Chuhao grinned mischievously and ruffled her hair, making it messy.

"Eh?"

"Little stutterer, how come you're observing me so closely?"

"You could even tell I was unhappy?"

"I...I didn't!"

Xingyao bit her lip, finally unable to bear it any longer, and turned her head away.

"Ha ha……"

This time, Ye Chuhao genuinely smiled.

He looked up at the sky, a relaxed smile playing on his lips.

Without him.

Who invented this little stuttering thing?

This is so much fun!

"Hmph~"

Xingyao quietly tilted her head up and gave Ye Chuhao, who wasn't paying attention to her, a furious glare.

"Bad guy."

Despite saying that, her body unconsciously moved a little closer to Ye Chuhao.

She even happily tiptoed.

Ye Chuhao subconsciously continued to stroke her head.

Everything was so natural.

Just as the entire sky, except for Ye Chuhao and the other person, was shrouded in an atmosphere of grief.

The golden figure inside suddenly chuckled.

"You're absolutely right."

He glanced at the belated reinforcements, his tone still nonchalant.

But at this moment, that laziness was like a knife, piercing the hearts of all the veterans.

"Being late is being late."

"What kind of support should we call?"

"It's more like calling it collecting corpses."

The teacher and the group of veterans froze simultaneously.

"you!"

An old soldier suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"You freaking didn't either..."

I haven't finished speaking yet,

The teacher gave him a stern look.

The veteran could only clench his fists tightly and swallow the rest of his words.

Li Yuan's expression changed as he watched the atmosphere suddenly become tense.

He forced his charred body to take a step forward.

He first bowed to the golden figure.

Then they turned to the teachers, elders, and veterans.

"Seniors, teachers, and all the elder brothers..."

"This is the northern city wall."

"The sword should be pointed at the demon race, not at our own people."

His chest heaved violently, and every word he uttered sounded like he was spitting out blood.

"No one wants to see someone die on the battlefield."

"If anyone is to blame, it's those beasts for being so vicious."

"Brothers in battle, elder brothers who have come to help, as long as we stand on this wall, as long as we fight demons together, we are family."

"Family members...don't quarrel in front of your own brothers' remains."

These words were spoken.

The veterans' tense expressions finally eased somewhat.

Li Yuan looked at the shattered armor scattered on the ground and lowered his voice.

"After all, the dead cannot be brought back to life."

"All we can do is continue to protect them..."

"No, no, no."

The golden figure suddenly interrupted him, still speaking in that lazy tone.

Who says the dead can't be brought back to life?

Li Yuan was stunned.

The teacher was stunned.

The soldiers on the city wall were all stunned.

The golden figure turned its head to look at Li Yuan.

Under the golden light, his face was obscured.

But everyone sensed that he seemed to smile.

"You now..."

"Isn't it also speaking through a dead body?"

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[Four chapters will be released tomorrow...]

[Demon: No, you can't do this, the drafts... will all be gone...]

[Angel: Do you want to go back on your promise?]

[Me: Silently raising my hand, no backing out. I don't have the strength of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor; I'm afraid I'll get chopped into mincemeat.]