Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 605

[Chapter 605: Flesh and blood are like iron, my heart will not die]

“A person’s blood is so limited.”

Even if he has cultivated to the realm of gods and human beings and has abundant blood, but compared with a heroic city, it is still a little too insignificant.

“Using one’s own blood to transform hundreds of millions of refined iron… This is inevitable…”

Chu Huoluo was usually eloquent, but now she was speechless in shock.

“One’s blood, of course, is not enough.”

Shen Zhenyi sighed.

“Even if he was a master craftsman of the day, he was very talented and could turn blood into the sea, but it was still insufficient, not to mention his successor…”

He paused, then said: “This fine iron city is the successor of the master craftsman of the secret technique, generation after generation, all the time, sacrificed with flesh and blood, it is not unusual. Realm warriors, but their lifespan is only sixty, and every thirty years, there will be a new generation of priests.”

“sixty?”

The Dragon Princess was horrified.

“That is to say, the old gentleman—not yet sixty?”

She looked at the white-haired old man sitting on the ground. This man was drooping with goose-skinned cranes. How could he be… at such a young age?

Martial artist cultivation, the most important physical lifespan, mortal realm peak martial artist, can have a hundred and fifty years of life, real real realm martial artist, can live for more than three hundred years, the average lifespan of god-human realm powerhouse is five or six hundred years.

This Jagged Lord can only live for sixty years, isn’t this shortened to only one tenth?

——Compared with mortals, there is no advantage.

“Furthermore, once you become a sacrifice master and donate blood essence, it means that you will be integrated with the iron-making entrance, and you will not be able to leave half a step from now on.”

Shen Zhenyi’s eyes also fell on the white-haired old man, showing pity and respect.

“With the continuous loss of blood, the body gradually weakened, and the limbs were disabled, deaf and blind, until one day, the five senses were lost, and the whole body was paralyzed, becoming a living dead.”

“Even so…his tragic fate is not over.”

Shen Zhenyi’s tone was neither sad nor happy, telling the cruel fate.

“The next iron-blood sacrifice master must use his flesh and blood as a guide in order to grow up, obtain the blood essence and seeds, and then become a new generation of secret art masters.”

“In the beginning, when the master craftsman died, he also died without a whole body.”

——Not only did he die without a whole body, but he was probably smashed to ashes, and there was nothing left.

——Shen Zhenyi was vague, and did not say how he used flesh and blood as a reference.

But Chu Huoluo, Princess Long and Zi Ningjun are all smart people of ice and snow, and they can’t help but shudder.

“Why would they want to?”

Chu Huoluo didn’t understand.

Consecrate your life completely, stay in one place all your life, just for one purpose, like a lamb being bled, even…even your own death?

How miserable is such a life?

Why would anyone want to?

Is it forced?

Shen Zhenyi was silent for a while, with respect in his tone: “This is called sacrifice.”

“sacrifice?”

Chu Huoluo and Long County Lord looked at each other, not knowing why.

“Sacrificing the individual in exchange for the reproduction of the group. Sacrificing the ego to fulfill the larger ego.”

“It’s simple to say, but what a miracle it is to do?”

Shen Zhenyi’s eyes turned to the distant starry sky. Above the endless sky, there were the same people and the same race.

This kind of thing happens in every corner of the world.

It’s just that sacrifices range from small to big, from great to ordinary.

“The human race in the world of seven wounds has actually come to an end. The rise and reproduction of the beasts is a tragedy that the human race cannot fight against.”

“Once the beasts start to erupt, at the level of the gods, many powerful beings will quickly appear. This is incomparable to the human race who practice step by step.”

“Originally, within a thousand years, the human race will be swept away. When we kill the moon and fly immortals, I am afraid that we will only see a world ravaged by beasts.”

Shen Zhenyi also considered this possibility.

But fortunately, they came to this world of seven wounds.

There is a city.

Where there is a city, there are people.

It was from a thousand years ago that some people turned their flesh and blood into the Great Wall to block the brutal invasion of the beasts and retain the lifeline and blood of the human race.

Although thousands of years have passed, many people have become accustomed to the existence of the city, and most people do not know where the city wall came from, let alone pay homage to the sacrifices of generations of iron-blooded people.

But they…still give their lives silently.

“The city is alive, and the city is dead. People are dead. Flesh and blood are like iron, and my heart will not die…”

The iron-blooded disciples, centered on the white-haired old man, sat in many circles, clasped their hands tightly, and sang loudly.

There are many people whose masks are broken, revealing blood dripping faces, their eyes are calm, their expressions are determined, and there is no hint of retreat.

They knew that they would not be able to get involved in the battle between Nie Ma’er and the Presbyterian Church, but the iron-made entrance was their last line of defense, and no one thought of taking this opportunity to escape.

“Damn!”

Sha Wuchou’s heart was like an ancient well for a long time. He thought that he had practiced for hundreds of years, and his heart had long since lost his blood. Seeing this situation, he still couldn’t help the blood pouring up, screaming, and turning into an even more fiery rage. The fireball, like a moth to a flame, slammed into Nie Ma’er’s bone claws.

“trouble!”

Qiu Fengye closed his eyes, his long sword was like frost, and finally no longer kept it. He took out the mysterious swordsmanship that he had studied for so many years, and attacked like a tide, putting his life and death aside—or, in other words, completely trusting his companions.

——Originally, these guys are all unbelievable.

“Mysterious light shines!”

Guang Shengjun also tried his best. He took a deep breath and his body swelled suddenly, turning into a ball. Arc light was sprayed from 360 acupoints in his body, turning into a barrier, blocking everyone in front of him. Become a solid guardian and guarantee!

“What a hot-blooded idiot…”

Sergeant Kurosawa sighed quietly, his figure flickering and shrinking, disappearing and appearing like a ghost. Even he suddenly added more attacks, and even took risks many times, trying to sneak attack on Nie Ma’er’s key points.

A smile appeared on Shen Zhenyi’s face.

“The human race… has not yet reached the moment of extinction.”

The blood is still there, and the city is still there.

At the last moment, even if it is a cunning person, even if it is usually intriguing, but the brothers are against the wall, and they are not insulted!

At such a time, everyone can only trust their own companions and put out the last ounce of strength.

Because only in this way can we survive!

“Flesh as iron, my heart will not die!”

“Flesh as iron, my heart will not die!”

The iron-blooded crowd chanted loudly, and the originally damaged Myriad-Blood Profound Iron Formation also began to recover. The two unbroken fine iron giant dragons uttered a thunderous roar, rose up, and attacked Nie Maer again!

Flesh as iron, my heart will not die!

This is the human race, the last line of defense.

The iron-made entrance will not be destroyed, and the city will not fall, which is related to the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

– No one can go back.