Huang Laoxie didn't know what state he was in now, just as a second personality had been nurtured in his body, "He" suddenly appeared and took away his control over his body.

His perception seemed to suddenly rise into the air, looking down at himself from a third perspective, looking down at the entire battlefield.

The blood mist was easily penetrated by him, and countless voices echoed in Huang Laoxie's ears, some of which were whispering tremblingly, and some were generous and heroic roars. Without exception, these people were praying to the God of War Campas, praying that they could defeat the enemy or obtain a heroic solution.

Just a thought, he could find the people who prayed according to those sounds. These people were struggling to survive in the area covered by blood mist. There were indigenous people and players. With these people's prayers and hard work, a trace of power filled Huang Laoxie's soul, making him feel that he was constantly getting stronger.

With a trance, Huang Laoxie's thoughts continued to spread around, as vast as the sky and the earth, and more noisy sounds echoed in his mind, making him almost unable to think and could only passively read the sounds.

"I was like you, like you, confused in the face of enemies like Chaos, and didn't know how I could win, just like these prayers."

A voice suddenly appeared, dispelling the sound in Huang Laoxie's mind and saving him back from the brink of mental breakdown.

"No, not just me, the entire human civilization is confused. It seems that no matter what we do," the voice continued: "Some people chose to give up, some people chose to fall, but we did not. We insist on fighting until death to stop."

A series of blurred scenes appeared in Huang Laoxie's mind. On the battlefield like a doomsday, stubborn figures burst out their own light like ink paintings, and then dissipated in the background.

"When we first learned about Chaos' arrangement for this world, we resisted the most thoroughly, and we paid an unimaginable price with unimaginable determination." The voice seemed to be sighing at the decision at that time: "But everything is still irreversible, so we decided to leave something for you later."

Huang Laoxie listened to the voice with unprecedented tranquility and told the past. In the dark, he already knew that this was a 'self-talking' conversation.

"But what should we leave to you? We are you, we have all you have. What we don't want to leave to you is our experience, because they are all experiences of failure. If we have even a slight chance, you will not be born." The voice said with some regret: "What we can give cannot pose a threat to Chaos. In the end, we decided to leave the will of fighting to the end and never be discouraged to you, because among all possibilities, what we least hope for is the future us, and you now choose to surrender in front of Chaos."

A proud smile appeared on Huang Laoxie's face, because they did.

"Chaos may kill us and corrupt our individuals, but as a civilization, we will never surrender. We would rather be extinct, ravaged, and destroyed than become the next chaotic relatives." The voice echoed in Huang Shiren's mind like a bell: "I am here to prove to you that in the countless reincarnations in the past, we have never surrendered. We have been fighting to the end and fighting to the death!"

"This time, it's no exception!" Huang Shiren suddenly opened his eyes. In the blood mist, he was still in front of him. Manolos was laughing wildly.

At some point, a translucent spear that was red even in the blood mist appeared on his hand. There was no need for more tips. Huang Shiren raised the gun and stabbed forward, with simple and unpretentious movements, but the spear was like a storm that stirred the entire blood mist, and a whirlwind condensed on the tip of the spear.

The spear penetrated Manolos's back straight and came out of his chest. The vortex of blood mist condensed instantly opened a huge hole in his chest that was enough to allow Huang Shiren to penetrate.

The spear's power remained undiminished, and it pierced through the Maginot line in a fan shape behind Manolos, and then spread to the distance, dispersing a large piece of blood mist.

However, Manolos did not fall down. It turned his head and faced Huang Shiren. While laughing, he coughed out blood from the gap in his helmet: "Do you know, I have been waiting for this moment, waiting for our ridiculous Trinity to reunite."

"Cough! Cough!" Manolos took off his helmet with great effort and threw it aside. Under the helmet, it had a face that looked quite similar to Huang Shiren, but it was far more tyrannical than him: "What did that ridiculous God of War say to you? Cough, cough, forget it, it doesn't matter. No matter whether you don't pull it or not, it's nonsense. The point is that the Blood God is already tired of this game. I'm here today to have a break between us."

"Do you know why that so-called God of War has been moving in the Old Continent?" Manolos took off his heavy armor one by one. In the process, he let the huge holes in his chest spill fragments of organs everywhere, and his vitality was tenacious and terrible.

The spear in Huang Shiren's hand had completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. He could feel his physical strength was passing abnormally. Obviously, the shocking blow was not without cost.

"Because he dares not move in the areas where you often appear, the uniqueness of time and space will delete the stowaway among you." Manolos said with a laugh: "Only the existence of my Lord can fool this ridiculous world!"

"You can indeed kill me." Manolos stared at Huang Shiren's eyes and asked word by word: "But what's the price?"

Huang Shiren's consciousness was once again pulled away at that moment, and the voice whispered in his mind: "I used to think I could bear everything and persevere to the end, but I was wrong, I was tired, and my heart was dark. I'm sorry, but I can only hand over the responsibility that belongs to you."

"Damn, I've been used to pretending for so many years. I'm just sorry to you and me!" The voice suddenly cursed in Huang Shiren's extremely familiar tone: "I should check in and retire. Now it's your young man to take over. Being a god is very tired. You work hard and do your best!"
Chapter completed!