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Volume 120: Beloberg's Sprouts: Chapter : A Glimpse of the Star God, Sprouts After the Snowstorm

The wind and snow were howling. Under the sky of snow and white, Prince's figure was so small. The strong wind blew the corners of his clothes, condensing a layer of frost on them. His limbs felt stiffer than ever before, and he had difficulty walking on the snow.

Although Prince has rich experience in snow, he cannot stop for a moment in this merciless snow. If he is not careful, he will lose his life.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, he only knew that he was very far away from Beloberg.

He carefully avoided the wandering monsters, went deep into them, and found his destination.

Prince leaned against a cold stone to rest for a while, his eyes revealing deep fatigue, and every breath he exhaled turned into mist in the air.

"Ha~ It's really cold, cough cough."

The biting cold was almost making him lose consciousness, and the clothes on his body were as hard as ice. Prince felt that in a while, all the tissues in his body might be frostbitten and necrotic.

But fortunately, there is no need to move forward.

He looked into the distance and saw that the narrow, scar-like crack that looked like a wound in the sky was constantly swallowing up all kinds of monsters, such as the Deep Frost Wanderer, the Shadow of the Erosion... They were all heading towards Beloberg, and because of this, they would not notice Prince, a tiny human.

This is the place with the highest degree of erosion in the Rift. Even if people who go deep into here are not swallowed by the wind and snow, the erosion will mean that Prince will never be able to return.

But Prince had no intention of going back.

He took out a long iron tool from the backpack behind him. Next, it would bring an unparalleled surprise to the star core.

Prince turned on the switch and the device started to operate, floating in front of him. The iron leaves protecting the device unfolded one by one and then rotated around. The amber-like substance inside was gradually heating up. Prince experienced the long-lost warmth in the last moments of his life.

Sitting on the ground, he was too weak to stand up. He pulled down his hood, and his gray hair swayed in the wind, illuminating his face with warm light.

Under his glasses, Prince smiled as he watched the increasingly bright device

In fact, it stands to reason that this small device cannot quell this cold disaster. At most, it can suppress smaller or newly formed cracks. As for the huge crack that is like a scar across the sky, no matter how talented Shiluwa is, he cannot do it.

But what if this little thing is just a medium, and something else is really at work?

In this vast universe, the power of will cannot be underestimated.

What do you think is beyond the sky? Could there really be life and stories out there that we don't know about? I think that would be amazing.

The children gathered together to play and have fun. When they were tired, they sat down and talked about whether there really were endless fantasies above the sky.

【Come on, if you can hold on, you must survive! 】

The doctors are fighting against the ferocious disease and snatching lives from the god of death in this smokeless battlefield. They work together and no difficulties can knock them down.

[Beloberg is behind us. We will fight to the last moment and never retreat!]

The Silvermane Iron Guards raised their weapons, their iron will driving them forward, the snow beneath their feet trembling with their footsteps, charging towards the terrifying monsters, fighting to protect their homes.

[People of Beloberg, fight for your homeland! ]

The wise leader stood in front of everyone and shouted, calling on his people to take a step forward and contribute their light to the survival of civilization.

The inheritance of dreams, the existence of body and soul, the continuation of civilization.

Human will is not small, and when the will of all people comes together, the gods will also look down upon them.

Old friend, isn’t this light beautiful?

That great being never stopped wielding the giant hammer in his hand. Every swing would cause ripples in the sea of stars, and endless lives would be sheltered under his protection.

The flame burning in the cold was small but extremely bright, attracting the glance of the gods.

The supreme divine consciousness within the universe watches every corner, silently records memories worth remembering, and then places the collected treasures in His palace.

In an unknown space, an existence whose face could not be seen smiled faintly, and thousands of images exchanged on his face.

Another part returned to his body, and the messenger of joy savored this wonderful journey, then raised his hand to pluck the thread of fate, leading the future to an unknown direction.

His friends laughed and joked beside him, clapping and praising from time to time, and were extremely satisfied with this unparalleled performance.

He hooked his arm around his shoulder and asked him where they should go next to find joy.

After a dazzling beam of light rose above the snowy plain, the relentless wind and snow stopped abruptly, and light and warmth returned to the land.

The warriors were surprised to find that the monsters on the opposite side screamed one after another, and the weak frost crystal creatures turned directly into points of light and disappeared in front of them.

The ice spikes that were strong enough to penetrate the soldiers' flesh, the flames that could burn people to ashes, and the energy that restrained their movements, at this moment, caused minimal damage to them.

The wound no longer hurts and even begins to heal. It feels like infinite power is surging in your body, your movements are more agile, and your intuition will tell you where you can kill the enemy.

This miraculous and unbelievable thing is happening to everyone on the front line. The originally ferocious monster tide was forcibly stopped, and then the powerful warriors counterattacked and regained their lost homes.

Jeppard didn't know why such an incomprehensible scene happened, but his wisdom and intuition as a soldier told him that victory in this unprecedented defense of Beloberg was a done deal.

"Warriors, let us drive these damn monsters out of our home!"

Jeppard jumped high and slammed the shield in his hand to the ground. Icicles appeared on the ground and the huge impact hit the weakened monsters. They were knocked into the air and then disappeared.

His bravery further aroused the morale of the soldiers, and they vented the anger that had been suppressed for so many days on the monster, taking the blame for their dead comrades.

And in the distance is Beloberg.

Cocolia, who was working in her office, stopped writing, looked out the window, and remained silent for a long time.

When she turned around and tried to write again, she found that her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't even write the simplest word.

The pen in her hand seemed to be under an immense weight, making Cocolia unable to move.

She dropped the pen, and the tip of the pen hit the paper, and the splashing ink spread out on the white paper.

Cocolia lowered her head, her golden hair was now so dull, and the drooping hair and tears gradually blurred her vision.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore, covered her beautiful face with her hands, and began to sob softly.

At this moment, she was no longer a powerful and confident guardian who gave orders. Now, she was just a girl who had lost something important.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Ling Ke looked at her dear sister worriedly. Originally, they were chatting and laughing, but for some reason, from a certain moment on, her sister suddenly stopped talking and just stood there in a daze, not moving at all.

"Ah, well, I'm fine, nothing's wrong."

Shiluwa came back to her senses, forced herself to raise the corners of her mouth, and gave her sister a very awkward smile.

However, Ling Ke did not believe her sister's words. Her eyes became more worried. She said, "But, sister, you are crying."

"Eh?"

Xiluwa was slightly stunned, then reached out to her eyes, and sure enough, as Lingke said, she really shed tears.

"No, no, Ling Ke, don't... don't worry about me. It's... it's just sand in my eyes... just get it out..."

Shiluwa was still trying to argue, but the pain in her heart made her voice choke, and she couldn't control her grief.

She used both hands to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she could not control the tears and they kept flowing out of her eyes.

"I, I really didn't cry..."

"That, that stinky bastard, wua ...

This lively and sunny girl finally couldn't hold back her inner sadness and cried while hugging her sister.

In Prince's laboratory, his student Pera was packing up things for her mentor, taking care of the plants he had grown, and waiting for the real owner of this place to return.

Pera watered the plants in front of her silently. She had no news of her teacher since he left a few days ago. She could only pray for his safety in her heart.

However, when she was about to record today's data, she widened her eyes slightly, squatted down in surprise, and saw a small green sprout emerging from the soil, then proudly standing up.

This plant seed, which became extinct a hundred years ago after being restored and improved by the teacher, is now back on the land of Beloberg.

It is so lovely, life is blooming its beauty.

Perla cupped her cheeks in her hands, looked at the beautiful and charming sprout, and smiled happily.

If the teacher saw this, he would definitely be very happy, hehe.

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Second blood, well, I don’t know if I have written down the feeling of lifelong regret.

To be honest, if you look closely at the setting of the emissary I created, it is actually quite outrageous to some extent.

Volume 121: Beloberg's Sprouts: Chapter : The Two Unable to Return Home

This unprecedented cold disaster finally passed, and the people of Beloberg achieved final victory. The miracle that came saved many lives and allowed them to happily reunite with their families.

But some people will never come back.

Grand Guardian Cocolia comforted all those who died in the battle to defend Beloberg in front of Krippenburg, and said that everyone in Beloberg would remember their sacrifice.

After the great cold disaster, the snowfield ushered in an unprecedented moment of peace, and the pressure on the Silver Mane Iron Guards was instantly reduced a lot. At the same time, people also respected Cocolia more and supported her leadership, allowing Cocolia to take the opportunity to carry out drastic reforms without worrying about anyone being able to stop her.

She had promised to lead Beloberg into a new future and would show no mercy to anyone who stood in her way.

When the snowfield calmed down, Cocolia also sent others to look for traces of Prince.

However, after searching for a long time, the troops could only find the wreckage of the device that Prince took out, but no trace of his own remains could be found. He remained on the snowy field forever.

When the leader gave Cocolia the information about this matter, she just said nothing, and no one knew what she was thinking.

But Cocolia's appearance almost scared the leader. He didn't even dare to look up when he reported. If Cocolia remained silent for a little longer, he would be scared to death.

Fortunately, Cocolia was not someone who liked to vent her anger on others. After a long silence, she let him go, then locked herself in the office and ordered that no one was allowed to come in until she came out.

Downtown area.

The old Iron Guard who was left behind survived by chance because of the miracle, but what made him extremely sad was that the kind and brave girl turned into ashes under the fireball of the outer universe and could not return to her hometown.

He went to the lower town to visit the girl's sister on her behalf, but unexpectedly discovered that his former comrade Oleg actually knew the girl named Sheila, and they had a close relationship.

When he told the news with a heavy heart, Oleg, a grown man, shed tears.

Oleg couldn't remember how long it had been since he last cried. In the past, on the battlefield, no matter how painful the injuries he suffered, he never shed a tear. But now, after receiving the news of Sheila's death, he couldn't hold back.

He practically watched Sheila grow up, watched her use her superb medical knowledge to treat the residents of the downtown area, watched her help everyone in need, and connected the originally loose downtown area together to work together for a better future.

Even now, Oleg still remembers the brilliant smile on Sheila's face when she showed off her adopted sister Xier to him.

Oleg has no children, so it can be said that Sheila is his child.

Now, the child sacrificed herself for Beloberg, and the Snow Elf left after leaving behind her story. He was proud and sad.

Now there is another question, how should he tell Xier about this?

That girl waits in front of the clinic every day for her sister to come home.

If she knew such news, she would be heartbroken.

But no matter what, this matter must be faced. He can't hide it from Xier forever.

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I just finished writing Beloberg at the end of this month

Finally, I’ll write about the part that will make me regret for the rest of my life and that’s it.

There is no body left, isn’t that a little cruel? Why do I always write about this?

Volume 122: Beloberg's Sprouts: Chapter : Xi'er's Cry

News of Sheila's funeral quickly spread throughout the downtown area, and countless people felt sad.

This girl has dedicated herself to the people of the downtown area since she was a child. She smiles beautifully, reaches out to others, and shares warmth with everyone who is cold.

She cured every figure waiting in bed, she ran around to mediate conflicts between others, and she helped those in need without asking for anything in return.

The people in the lower town were united because of her, and they survived one severe cold winter after another and finally welcomed the warm sun, but unexpectedly, she fell in the cruel snowstorm.

They saw and remembered everything the girl did, but they were no longer able to repay the kindness of this kind girl. Now, they did not want to be absent in this farewell.

People in the downtown area put down their work and came one by one to witness the girl's final farewell.

At the funeral, the air in the entire venue seemed to freeze. Xier sat next to Natasha and saw Oleg with a sad face placing flowers in front of Sheila's tombstone. She felt cold all over, as if she was in water, and she was speechless.

Xier didn't know what to say. She didn't know why, but she couldn't cry at all.

She was just waiting for her sister to come home as usual, waiting for her to pick up Xier's little body, gently stroke her hair, and ask her what interesting things had happened while she was waiting for her.

However, what she waited for was Oleg telling her the sad news of his sister's death.

Xier didn't quite understand what Oleg said. She just felt an inexplicable sense of unreality. What did he mean by "her sister is dead"? Did she lie to Xier and would never come back to find Xier?

Before Xier could figure it out, she was led to the funeral by the tearful Natasha hand in hand. She watched Oleg read Sheila's eulogy and saw her sister's name engraved on the empty tombstone.