socalfunplaces Chapter 243
Chapter 243
Atreus, expressing his gratitude to the Titan Dragon, slowly swept his eyes around.
The brave and combat-ready Lahorak warriors were now either wounded and dying, or had fallen in a pool of blood and passed away.
They walked towards their deceased comrades with difficulty, and those warriors who were disabled in the war made Atreus lower his head with a heavy heart.
Atreus sincerely thanked Jincheng and said that he would never forget this kindness.
After saying that, he leaned over and picked up the claw steel blade belonging to the powerful enemy on the ground, ready to put it in his pocket.
This taciturn middle-aged man seemed to always practice his principles with practical actions.
However, Jincheng turned a blind eye to the weapon that had sealed the power of the Darkin.
The Titan Dragon heard Aristotle's words of gratitude, showed a satisfied look, and nodded slightly.
Jin Cheng deeply understood that for a war, what was really important was not what was done specifically, but to let others know clearly the meaning and purpose of what was done.
What could be more convincing than letting the star spirit in front of him personally admit his actions?
At this moment, a suppressed cry came, which was particularly abrupt and harsh in the scene of the victory that had just been won.
Jin Cheng looked around involuntarily.
It was not until this time that he noticed that the team of fifty Sun Cult Temple warriors was still able to stand up, and only more than twenty people were left intact.
These survivors were moving silently, picking up the bodies of their comrades, or supporting their seriously injured comrades.
In an instant, Jin Cheng suddenly felt that the so-called victory seemed to have lost its original meaning.
If he was facing only a group of worthless scum, even if they were all dead.
Jin Cheng would not hesitate to regard them as insignificant like ants, and might not even look at them at all.
However, before that, he witnessed the heroic figures of these brave and fearless warriors who rushed towards the fallen god warrior without hesitation.
At that moment, they showed extremely firm faith and courage.
Jincheng somehow thought of the barbarians in his hometown. It turned out that there were similar people no matter where they were.
Now, these suppressed cries entered the ears of the Titan Dragon, and he actually felt a trace of sadness and pain.
Flapping his huge wings listlessly, the wind and waves raised by the Titan Dragon's wings were unexpectedly gentle.
Despite this, Jincheng finally couldn't control his mouth. His eyes turned to the star spirit who was slowly picking up his helmet with gorgeous tassels and gazing at the distant sky.
Obviously, the star spirit who expressed his gratitude was about to leave.
"In my opinion, although you call yourself a mortal, and I recognize you as a mortal, your body is already carrying the power of the Star Spirit.
War Star Spirit, Pantheon, everyone regards you as a hero! I find this a bit ridiculous."
Jin Cheng suddenly stabbed Atreus with harsh words.
These harsh words were like a sharp sword, causing Atreus, who had silently put on his helmet, to suddenly stiffen.
He suddenly turned his head, and his sharp eyes like the god of death penetrated the void and shot fiercely at the dragon.
At this moment, the Titan Dragon had already taken off.
Just now, Jin Cheng had suddenly realized:
He seemed to have no desire for any so-called achievements and glory, nor for these worships.
The only thing he wanted was to fly over the towering top of the Giant God, and carry the power of the Star Spirit like the other party.
Jin Cheng stared at the shocking ruins and scarred warriors on the ground, and a strong emotion surged in his heart.
The dragon took a deep breath, and his chest swelled, as if to take the whole world in.
Then, he slowly exhaled, his eyes were firm, revealing an unshakable determination.
He knew that a real warrior, a real man, would never define himself solely by self-definition.
They often carry endless sadness, because they are eager to define their own value through the eyes of others, or simply let fate control their life trajectory.
And this so-called "other" is neither themselves nor those villains who have no right to comment, but a third party outside of themselves.
This third party may come from their living environment, such as their hometown; it may also come from some mysterious existence, such as gods or...