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"I have nothing to thank you for; you figured these things out for yourself." Emperor Yanwu shook his head and said, "In other people's eyes, I am a hero, a king, the emperor of Great Yan. My victory is the will of Heaven. I understand. Hero stories are always so attractive and more likely to become the focus of the world, to be worshipped and believed in. But even a fence needs three stakes. If it were just heroes conquering the world, my two hundred-plus pounds would have been thrown somewhere and rotting long ago."

"The one who leads everyone forward is the hero, but what about those who sharpen the hero's sword? Those who cook for the hero? Those who armor the hero? Without them, what are heroes? They're cowards! Worse than cowards!"

The perspective of memory is indeed unfolding from Yanwu's own first-person point of view, but even from the perspective of kings and generals, the common people are still an indispensable part of the story.

They were frail and weak, but they would offer hot steamed buns to heroes when they were injured.

They were a disorganized bunch, but they could be trained into the most elite warriors under a hero.

They are confused and vulnerable, but a leading example can turn a flock of sheep into a pack of wolves.

The friendship between Emperor Yanwu and Sui was touching, but the millions of people who supported them were truly great. Emperor Yanwu spent his entire life trying to understand and comprehend the principle of putting the people first.

The epics of heroes and the struggles of ordinary people are two sides of the same coin in history. They have never been in conflict. It is just that some people selectively only tell the stories of heroes who were destined for greatness, trying to make the whole world recognize the legitimacy of these descendants.

In the memory of this land, if you only see touching stories of heroes, you have only gained insignificant strength. Only when you truly understand where the power of heroes comes from can you gain their recognition.

"I am very curious. You do not seem to come from a noble family, nor do you look like a traveler who has traveled all over the world, so why do you have such profound insights? Has someone taught you this?"

"Yes, we have a wonderful teacher!"

"That was truly an extraordinary person. What a pity! If I had met him while I was still alive, I would have invited him to the palace for a banquet and talked with him for three days and three nights."

"No need to go that far. Just prepare enough chili peppers and braised pork."

"Oh (pronounced with a second tone), what a simple and honest hobby! He must be a great sage!"

Emperor Yanwu let out a hearty laugh, then stepped forward and patted Wan Qi on the shoulder.

"Though you are not from this world, you fight for my Great Yan. We live in different worlds, yet we share almost the same faith. Since you have fought so hard for my Great Yan, I shall also give it my all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Yanwu's figure transformed into countless golden dragon scales and flew towards Wan Qi.

A poet from the Great Yan Dynasty once described Emperor Yanwu on the battlefield in this way:

Golden scales gleam in the sun, forging a dragon's soul; iron bones stand firm at the nation's gate. Clouds drift through myriad forms, a thousand armies pass by; the spirit of mountains and rivers protects the universe.

These are the divine weapons—Golden Scale Armor, Dragon Gall Spear, and Zhenfang Sword—forged by the artisans of the Great Yan Dynasty with their own blood and sweat for Emperor Yanwu.

The above three items are now national treasures of the Great Yan Dynasty, and their craftsmanship is quite outdated. They are perfectly fine to keep in a museum, but they are not as reliable as the latest standard armor of the Great Yan Dynasty for continuing to be used on the battlefield.

The set of weapons Wan Qi possesses is merely a manifestation of elemental power within memory nodes; it is a weapon that transforms illusion into reality.

Although this is just a symbolic set of divine weapons, here it is a flag, an oath, and a command.

"Soldiers of the Great Yan, follow me into battle!"

The roar of the true dragon resounded across the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles. Countless phantoms emerged from the torrent of memories. They, who had merged their lives with the mountains and rivers, remained forever in that moment, but were also forever remembered in the memory of the earth.

A memory involuntarily surfaced in Wan Qi's mind—a memory belonging to that necromancer.

“I can command the undead, but I cannot command the heroic spirits, because the heroic spirits never need to be commanded; a shared faith will lead them to the predetermined battlefield.”

No matter what world you're in, protecting your home and country is the most basic and fundamental belief.

Because behind us lies our homeland, where our loved ones reside, we build the strongest bulwark with our lives to block all invading enemies!

"It's Wu's voice; he's calling us."

"Sister E'e, are you leaving?"

"It's time for us to leave, Amiya."

Will we ever meet again?

"It shouldn't be. I'm just a memory. I was able to appear here and meet you because of that boy's ritual. I'm just a silhouette in a predetermined history. Leaving is my destiny. Don't be sad for me, because I will live in your memory. You are a kind and good child, and you are willing to fight to protect more kindness. And now, we are going to fight. That boy is ready too."

"Yes, I'm ready too!"

"So, lastly, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Okay! What is it?"

"Wu loved my zither playing the most. During that time, he would listen to me play every night before going to sleep, like a big boy clinging to his older sister. My zither playing was also my Originium Arts, which could be an aid to him. It's a pity that I couldn't finish the zither piece I prepared for him when we parted. Now, I want to finish it."

"But all I can do is play the violin."

"It's alright, just leave it to your sister. You just need to open your mind and let me possess your body for a while."

"I understand. No problem!"

"Thank you, Amiya."

As the curtain of memory fell and the curtain of reality rose, Kosicheal, fueled by the power borrowed from the Year Beast, was the first to break through the memory node.

"What a boring trick, just a delaying tactic."

In the memory node, Kosichrie also experienced the history of Emperor Yanwu from another perspective, but he had no resonance with it. To him, the people were ignorant and easily blindly obedient. What they needed was rule and order. So he brought bayonets, whips and gallows to Ursus. As long as the people of Ursus obeyed authority and followed order, they could become the most terrifying army and win everything for Ursus.

It's not that he had no other options, but rather that he believed his choice was the most correct one.

"Disappear!"

The illusion of the Year Beast spewed flames comparable to the blazing sun, engulfing everything below in a whirlwind of fire.

Under the sun's intense heat, nothing is immune to combustion.

"Um? "

Kosiché sensed something was wrong, and when the flames subsided, the scene before him left him speechless.

It was a fully equipped army. Just standing there, it was as if a mountain stood in front of them. Even the person who knew nothing about military affairs would instantly understand what it meant to be an "elite and mighty army".

The man standing at the very front of the army formation awakened the fear within Kosiché.

"No, impossible! You're dead! You're dead! Why are you here? Godslayer Yanwu!"

Wan Qi, who was also possessed, asked after hearing Koschche's somewhat distorted roar, "What did you do to the Black Serpent back then?"

"It was just a matter of killing him a dozen or so times in between."

"Read, no, were you really this violent back then?"

"Who told him to come and take advantage of the situation when the Great Yan was dealing with the giant beasts? Isn't it normal for him to get beaten up?"

"That makes sense. 'If friends come from afar, we will punish them no matter how far away they are.'"

Why do I feel like your statement is pieced together?

"Please don't worry about the details. Our task today is to finely chop this black snake into minced meat. However, the body it's currently possessing is of royal blood from the Yan Kingdom. Look at this..."

"For the sake of Great Yan, this is a necessary sacrifice. If the original owner of that body still has consciousness, as a descendant of the Great Yan royal family, he should fight to the end. I, Yanwu, will not accept cowards who kneel down and admit defeat!"

"Then I'm all set!"

At this moment, Kosiché calmed down and sensed a familiar aura beneath Emperor Yanwu's armor.

"Hehehe, so that's how it is, so it's just a fake. But you've successfully enraged me. Die!"

Everyone has a mental weakness that can break them down; it just depends on whether you can accurately step on it. For Kosich, the image of Emperor Yanwu is a minefield, representing his most humiliating period of history.

At that time, Ursus clearly had the advantage over Great Yan in every aspect, but he just couldn't win the battle, and each defeat was more miserable than the last. The most miserable memories were left to Kosich by Emperor Yanwu. He changed his identity many times and tried to explain the advantages and disadvantages to him on the battlefield, but each time he was wiped out.

The recorded Jingguan (a mound of ashes) in the Ursus Empire, numbering over ten thousand, were all built during the reign of Emperor Yanwu, a time when the Great Yan Dynasty was most frequently waging war against foreign powers. When Great Yan's envoys traveled to any neighboring country, the locals would tremble with fear.

That's a Han envoy who came looking for trouble! You'd be trembling too if you were in his shoes.

The power of the behemoth is terrifying, even if it is only a part of it. Moreover, what Koschie can borrow is at least one-tenth of the original power of the Year Beast. That is a strategic deterrent force that can literally destroy a country and wipe out a race. This has been proven by the countless bloody facts of the Great Yan in the War of the God Hunt.

"Of those who survived the War of the Gods, no more than a million remained."

This statement corresponds to the fact that after the War of the Gods, the total population of the entire Great Yan Dynasty did not exceed one million.

Why did the Great Yan Dynasty kill anyone who dared to offend them after the War of the Gods?

Because if you want to recuperate, you must make the other side believe that you still have the fighting power to drag them down with you. This kind of deterrence is necessary and effective. Those mounds of corpses are the message that the Great Yan sends to the outside world.

I can still fight, and I dare to fight, but do you have the courage to fight us to the bitter end?

If it were the Yanwu Emperor at his peak, even if Koschche withdrew all his power, he wouldn't dare say he could win for sure. But now, the opponent is just an illusion, while he has one-tenth of the power of the Sui Beast by his side.

One-tenth of the year-old beast is a phantom of the past; the advantage lies with me!

The Sui Beast possesses many powers, but after being corrupted by the curses of other giant beasts, only the purest power remains in its body. This is because those special powers were separated when the Sui Beast regained consciousness, which means that the current Sui Beast has no mechanism; it is all about numbers, and extremely pure numbers at that.

Lightning, gales, torrential rain, earthquakes—the power of the Sui Beast is natural disaster, representing the destruction of nature. He is no longer the Sui Beast in Yan Wu's memory; he is not Sui, but merely the Sui Beast.

"When we meet again, we are both in such a broken state, my friend." Yanwu gripped the Dragon Gallant Spear tightly, roared, and charged forward.

What lies before me is not age, but an enemy called age.

The army formation behind them rose into the air with the true dragon, facing the power of the Year Beast head-on. Long, long ago, they had fought the rampaging beast with the same resolve to the very last moment, burying it completely.

With the last colossal beast fallen on the land of Great Yan, the order belonging to humankind was born.

"Yanwu!"

The beast roared and charged forward, and Kosichello was dumbfounded to find that he could no longer control the illusion.

Because the Sui Beast at this moment is a monster pieced together from the curses of countless giant beasts, it hates Yan Wu to the bone, and it also hates Sui to the bone. Now that its former mortal enemy has appeared in front of it, old and new grudges surge up. Who the hell cares how Kosichek commands the battle? Today I'm going to settle the score with the mortal enemy on the other side!

"Damn it!"

Kosic wanted to cut ties and leave immediately. The situation was completely out of control, and he had been dragged into the war, which was not the outcome he wanted.

However, he could not break free from the power of one-tenth of the Year Beast. He had placed himself in the illusion of the Year Beast to make it easier to control it, but now it had become a self-imposed prison, which was ironic.

In the sky, the two colors merged into one in the blink of an eye, but they were locked in a struggle, neither willing to give way an inch. The battle would not stop unless one side completely overwhelmed the other.

Within the battle formation, the two most powerful forces clashed fiercely, instantly clearing everything around them. Then, they were enveloped by their respective colors and continued to charge towards each other. Both sides were purely numerical attacks, and terrifying energy spread recklessly in all directions, leaving hideous scars on the earth and demonstrating to everyone what a cataclysmic power was.

This clash even triggered a small-scale Originium disaster, but it was quickly torn apart and crushed by the collision of the two forces.

In a battle where both sides are evenly matched, it comes down to who reveals a fatal flaw first.

Just then, a gentle melody burst into the raging battlefield. It should have been drowned out by the shouts of battle, but it inexplicably echoed in everyone's ears.

“E!”

The familiar sound of the zither, the sound that Yanwu would never forget, was his beloved, a remarkable woman who accompanied him from his boudoir to the battlefield, a romantic epic between them.

E's zither music accompanied him through the most difficult years and stayed with him in his most beautiful years. And today, the dragon's companion plays the zither for him once again.

"Hahaha, hahahahahahaha!"

Yanwu burst into laughter, feeling utterly satisfied; his life was complete and without regrets!

“Old friend, we are already memories of history, why should we still be attached to the present?” With that, Yan Wu held the gun in both hands, concentrating all his power on it. He was going to personally complete this drama that transcended time and space.

"At this age, on the road to the Yellow Springs, let us go together!"

Accompanied by Yanwu's roar, the illusion of the Year Beast also unleashed its power to the extreme.

Perhaps it was a remnant of the past self, or perhaps it was the madness brought about by the curse, or perhaps it was both. The Year Beast responded to Yan Wu's invitation, transforming into a form the same size as Yan Wu, wielding almost identical weapons, and striking a mirror image pose.

They were already both teachers and friends.

Dragon's Gall Spear - Formation Breaking Style - Cold Light!

Almost simultaneously, Wan Qi and Kosiche were both repelled by the possessed memories, and Sui Shou and Yan Wu both chose to use their own power to deliver the final blow.

"kill! "

In an instant, only blinding light remained in the world, and the two figures seemed to melt into the blazing sun.

Under the scorching sun, they seemed to have returned to the past...

"You can try a different angle next time."

"Impossible! I'm going to hit you head-on!"

"Then give it a try, haha."

"Stop! I'm going to hit you at least once!"

"I'm waiting for that day!"

They were friends, teachers and students, comrades-in-arms, and enemies in the final battle...

"It's rare that you managed to hit me once, Xiao Wu."

"I told you, I'm going to hit you head-on."

The scorching sun disappeared, the legion disappeared, the music... also disappeared.

"Damn it!"

Kosiché was both shocked and furious. He simply couldn't understand how things had turned out this way, and how his strongest trump card had been inexplicably taken away by someone else.