Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Zhou Leng sat cross-legged on the ground with her eyes closed. The four magical instruments of faith at her sides quickly changed positions with her fingers. Tiechui and several others protected her in the middle.

In the eyes of several people, the battle was quickly coming to an end. All that was left on their side were wounded. The soldiers lay in the trenches, gazing calmly into the distance. They waited with firm eyes for the enemy to approach. They would fight to the death at the last moment, and would take one more enemy with them even if they died.

"Brothers, I'm leaving first. See you downstairs."

The man's roar and the explosion sounded almost at the same time.

It turned out that a soldier who was already in a semi-conscious state pulled out the safety rope in his hand when the enemy approached, and the remaining grenade took the lives of several of his enemies. It seemed that a trace of blood flew away from the dead soldier.

Wang Keshan watched as several soldiers not far away put bayonets on their rifles and tried to fight hand-to-hand. Wang Keshan's eyes turned red, and he could not control his emotions and wanted to stand up and fight side by side.

Lu Zhenjun grabbed Wang Keshan's arm tightly, his eyes also spitting fire, but he knew it was fake, now he could only wait quietly for Senior Zhou to break the illusion.

"Captain, calm down."

As one selfless figure after another sacrificed their lives within sight, all the team members clenched their fists, veins bulging.

Tears of blood flowed from Wang Keshan's eyes, and wisps of black air began to emerge from his body. He tried hard to restrain himself, telling himself over and over again that this was fake, fake!

When only sadness and silence remained on their battlefield, the scene suddenly changed again.

Everyone in the team looked around in a daze, seeing the familiar smoke and flames of war, familiar soldiers beside them, and even the explosion just now was in the same position, and the same ending of death and the final silence.

If they saw that scene again, their rationality would not be able to suppress the grief and anger in their hearts, and finally a voice like the sound of nature rang in their ears:

"All things return to the heart, dispel confusion, the divine power reaches the three realms, and the heroic spirit is at peace."

The sound shocked the people who heard it, as if the grief and anger in their hearts were relieved, the world in their eyes turned into music, and the solemnity in their minds was resolved.

Wherever the sound passed, the scenes of the battle shattered, and everything in front of the eyes was like a holographic world that suddenly became digitized, and the figures of the soldiers and the broken walls and ruins all disappeared.

The team members found that the space they were in turned into nothingness, with blood-colored mist above their heads and a lake reflecting everything under their feet.

The rippling lake surface was as hard as steel for people to stand on. Several people maintained the same posture, but the surrounding environment changed suddenly.

As the blood-red mist rolled above their heads, a number of illusory figures attacked downwards. The surface of the lake beneath their feet became turbid, and the waves distorted the reflections of the people. Pairs of pale hands stretched out, and countless hands grabbed at the people.

The legs of several people were tightly grasped by wet and cold white hands. The hands smelled foul, like limbs that had been soaked for a long time. Everyone was activating magic weapons to resist the attack from above, and at this moment they had no time to care about the pulling under their feet.

Zhou Leng felt her feet being pulled hard and her body was slowly sinking, but she didn't care about her current situation at all. She kept changing her gestures, and finally when everyone's knees had sunk into the lake, four magic weapons emitted a faint light and once again broke the current scene.

The world before their eyes changed again. Several people were standing on black land. They were surrounded by a black cage. There were some transparent figures in the cage. Those figures were blurry but familiar.

"It's them! Is this true or false?" Wang Keshan said in a complicated tone.

Everyone looked intently. They looked at the figures in the cages. Those figures turned out to be the soldiers who had died repeatedly in the fake battlefield just now.

Some familiar faces were screaming in pain inside the cages, and there were also some disembodied souls in the cages with their eyes closed, with bloody white mist rising from their bodies.

Several people looked up and saw white mist that looked like blood-colored clouds gathering above their heads. No matter how the environment in front of them changed, the blood-colored mist seemed to always be above their heads.

Suddenly, the cage doors that trapped the roaring and ferocious figures suddenly opened, and familiar figures rushed towards them ferociously.

"Don't hurt them!"

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, she continued to cast the spell with a serious expression. There was compassion and anger on her face. Four magic weapons were hovering above her head, and small pictures appeared around the magic weapons.

Because of Zhou Leng's instructions, several people could only defend passively. They had to protect Zhou Leng who was standing in the middle from being disturbed, and at the same time, they had to prevent themselves from getting hurt, and they also had to avoid hurting the other party. For a while, they were a little hesitant.

The Bodhi root, a Buddhist instrument, is surrounded by solemn Buddha statues and countless believers kneeling devoutly. The strong incense seems to have drifted from the picture into reality, and the incense with faith slowly blends into those painful and screaming souls. Their expressions slowly calm down, they stop attacking, and close their eyes.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The national emblem was surrounded by smiling faces. The images changed very quickly. The smiling faces of different ages and appearances made people smile. Their eyes were fixed on the national emblem with enthusiasm and hope. White dots of light floated out from the images. They found the calm souls and merged into them, making the souls no longer look empty.

There are only a few pictures around the portrait of the instrument. The first one shows a young and tender face leaving his hometown. He said firmly: A man is determined to leave his hometown and will not return until he becomes famous; the second one shows a serious and resolute face, with a firm and deep look in his eyes looking into the distance. He said: The long road ahead is as hard as iron, but now I will start over; the third one shows him walking on the snow, his cotton-padded clothes are already worn and white, he said with great passion: Count the heroes, and look at them today; the fourth one shows him with red walls and yellow tiles behind him and a surging smile in front of him, he stood in front of 40 million people and announced the establishment of the new country.

These pictures made the already quiet and solid souls tremble. Their eyes moved, and their eyelids, which were as heavy as a thousand gold, opened little by little. They stared at those pictures, a smile slowly rising from the corners of their mouths, and there was intelligence in their eyes.

The magic bronze sword echoes with shouts that span thousands of years. This sword was worn by an emperor throughout the ages. The sword contains the will to cut through everything and stores the murderous intent of millions of soldiers who died on the battlefield. The bronze sword can cut through all illusions.

The bronze sword waved slightly, and the white mist above was cut in half. Soft light scattered into the space. The warm illumination made the cold black cages melt into a pool of black water like ice meeting fire.

Finally, a few people returned to the sun, stepped on the land, and lived in the world.