Warren's Rise and Fall

Changsun Mingzhi saw that Wang Lunwo was still looking at the tragedy behind him, and his body had turned away, so he slowly said, "In the torrent of history, there are always some moments that are swallowed by endless darkness and become indelible pain in people's hearts. It is these unforgettable pains that can make people remember the lessons, learn from history, and grow. Do you understand what I mean, Wang Lunwo?"

"But Brother Changsun, I saw those innocent people gasping in pain under the destruction of the monsters, and finally died in pain. I don't know why I always feel a little bit reluctant." Wang Lunwo did not tell Changsun Mingzhi that he was from Blue Star, and the education he received made his three views, that is, world view, life view, and value view, not allow him to turn a blind eye to such things. In the past, he did not stand up for justice and draw his sword to help on Blue Star, probably because he felt that he was not capable enough, but now he is a cultivator. Even if he cannot influence the outcome of the whole battle, he should be able to save some ordinary humans, so at this time, he is somewhat conflicted.

Seeing that Wang Lunwo seemed a little stubborn, Changsun Mingzhi continued, "Wang Lunwo, you should know about the previous human-demon war, the one 2 years ago. At that time, the human race and the demon race had already made an agreement that the demon race could only live in Yunting Mengmarsh in the northwest. But now, the demon race has broken the agreement and invaded the human race's cities. Where are the high-level combat forces of the human race? Why haven't we seen any of them? So don't take all this on yourself. This is not just your business. If a human master of the Dongxu realm comes out, these monsters in front of you can be said to be destroyed with a wave of his hand, but they have not appeared so far, so this is their responsibility, not yours alone. Don't take these things as your own business anymore. The cultivation world should be based on itself, cultivate itself, and refine its heart. Sometimes some sacrifices are necessary. If you rush up without caring about anything today, and are discovered by those two Condensing Dan realm monsters flying in the sky, you won't even know how you died."

Listening to Changsun Mingzhi's second teaching, Wang Lunwo felt that it was a bit cruel, but not unreasonable. Although he still felt that he could not accept the current situation, he was not so repulsive anymore.

It's a pity that Muman City, this once prosperous and peaceful city, has now fallen into an abyss of no return due to the ruthless war and the invasion of rampant monsters.

Wang Lunwo and Changsun Mingzhi stood side by side at the city gate. Their figures were stretched out slender and lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun, with the fallen home behind them. The blazing sea of ​​fire reflected their solemn faces, and the billowing smoke stretched towards the sky like the tentacles of a demon.

As we stepped into the city, we were struck by a picture of hell on earth. The miserable scene was unbearable to look at and hear. The streets that were once bustling with traffic were now stained with blood, like a river of blood, with a horrifying smell. The broken houses were like broken branches and leaves destroyed by the wind, scattered everywhere. Some were half-collapsed, like the shaky bodies of old people in their twilight years; others were completely reduced to ruins, as if they were crushed by the feet of a giant. From time to time, crackling sounds came from the burning ruins, as if the city was groaning in pain, or like the grinding of teeth of evil spirits in hell, which was chilling.

In the streets and alleys, the people's wailing, roaring, howling, screaming, groaning, and panting intertwined, forming a song of extreme despair. A young child, ragged and tear-stained, cried helplessly on the street corner, calling for his parents in a tender voice. However, his parents had already lost their lives under the claws of the monster and could no longer respond to his call. The child was like a lonely leaf swaying in the wind, and could be swallowed up by this cruel world at any time. A white-haired old man, hugging his deceased relatives tightly, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he kept muttering to himself, as if he was still immersed in the warm and beautiful times of the past, unable to accept the cruel reality before his eyes. He was like a puppet who had lost his soul, dull and heartbreaking.

In order to protect the crying baby in their arms, the young couple used all their strength to fight the monster. Their eyes were full of determination and fearlessness, but the disparity in strength eventually made them both fall in a pool of blood. The baby's cry seemed particularly mournful in this chaotic scene, like a sharp bayonet piercing people's hearts; or like a wounded little animal wailing in despair.

Those monsters had various shapes. Some were as huge as mountains, covered with scales as hard as iron. Every move made the ground tremble, and with a wave of their huge claws, they could easily smash a house into pieces. Some were like ghosts, with erratic figures and lightning speed, shuttling through the crowd, leaving only a blood mist wherever they went. Others had ferocious fangs, and flames spewed from their mouths, turning everything into ashes.

A two-headed beast, with bloodthirsty eyes, opened its bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar, the sound seemed to penetrate people's souls and make people tremble with fear. Its sharp teeth were like sharp daggers, easily biting off people's limbs, and blood splattered everywhere.

There was also a monster covered with spikes, like a giant hedgehog. Once people got close, they would be pierced by its spikes and die in agony. It rushed through the crowd, leaving a mess wherever it passed.

Corpses piled up like mountains, some incomplete, some unrecognizable, like rag dolls thrown away at random. The bright red blood gathered into small streams, winding on the potholes, exuding the breath of death wherever it went. Those wounded who were not yet dead struggled hard in the pool of blood, their eyes filled with desire for life and fear of death, but fate did not seem to intend to show them mercy.

Wang Lunwo looked at the tragic scenes, and his heart was no longer as calm as water. Although Changsun Mingzhi had laid the groundwork, when he really saw the tragic scene of the Shura Hell, his hand holding the hilt trembled slightly with anger. "Can I really stand by and watch like this? Will I really not feel guilty in the future?" His voice was full of deep confusion, breaking in the wind.

Zhang Sun Mingzhi patted his shoulder, his eyes also filled with pain, but more with determination. "This is not your fault alone. We all underestimated the ferocity of the monster. But as long as we are alive, there is hope."

"I'd better save a few people, otherwise I really can't get over this. Before, I was influenced by the Mu Yi clan, and I was in a bad mood and didn't want to care about other things. But when this tragic scene really appeared in front of me, I really couldn't stand idly by." Wang Lunwo said as he had started to go back to rescue.

"You, you, I knew you would be like this, but this is exactly why I admire you." Changsun Mingzhi said and followed Wang Lunwo back to rescue.

The city was ablaze with flames and thick smoke that blocked out the sun. Houses collapsed, streets were broken, and ruins were everywhere. The cries, cries for help, and screams of the people intertwined together, like sharp blades, piercing Wang Lunwo's soul.

Corpses were lying on the ground in all directions, blood dyed the ground red, forming shocking rivers of blood. Children lost their parents, the elderly lost their children, and couples were separated by death. These tragic scenes made Wang Lunwo's eyes red and his hands clenched into fists unconsciously.

However, the outcome of this battle seemed to be doomed. The enemy's powerful forces and fierce attacks caused the defense of Mumancheng to collapse instantly. Wang Lunwo knew that he could not turn the tide of the battle by himself.

But he still couldn't remain indifferent. "Although I can't change the outcome of this battle, I will save as many as I can, at least I can do it with a clear conscience!" He swore secretly in his heart.

Wang Lunwo took a deep breath, turned around resolutely, and walked towards the city with firm steps. There was no more hesitation and fear in his eyes, only firm determination and fearless courage.

When he entered the city, the scene he saw was even more heartbreaking. Houses collapsed and rubble was everywhere, as if the city had experienced a doomsday catastrophe. The cries and cries of the people for help were endless, piercing his eardrums.

He first encountered a group of people being chased by monsters. They were panicked and ran away. Wang Lunwo rushed forward without hesitation, waving his sword and fighting the monster to the death. The monster bared its fangs and claws and pounced on him. He dodged to the side and stabbed the monster in the abdomen with his sword. The monster felt pain and attacked more frantically, but Wang Lunwo responded calmly. His sword flashed in the firelight, and every swing of the sword was fierce. After a fierce battle, he finally succeeded in repelling the monster and saving the people.

Then, he heard a faint cry for help in a ruin. He quickly ran over and removed the stones and wooden boards that were pressing on top. He saw a wounded man buried deep underneath, with blood dripping from his legs. Wang Lunwo carefully dragged the wounded man out of the ruins and simply bandaged his wound. Then, he carried the wounded man on his back and struggled through the chaotic streets, looking for a safe place.

In a corner, he found a mother holding a child, crying desperately. The child was unconscious and pale. Wang Lunwo quickly took the child and gently stroked his forehead, and found that he had a high fever. Wang Lunwo quickly took out a bottle of water from his arms and carefully fed it to the child. He tore off the corner of his clothes, wet it with water, and applied it to the child's forehead to cool it down. Then, he comforted the mother who was almost collapsed and took them to find a way out.

A little girl stood alone in the ruins, her eyes full of fear and helplessness, her face covered with dust and tears. Wang Lunwo quickly stepped forward, held her in his arms, and comforted her softly.

Not far away, an old man was trapped under a collapsed beam, groaning in pain. Wang Lunwo used all his strength to move the heavy beam and rescue the old man.

In an alley, a group of people were being besieged by several ferocious monsters. The monsters were baring their fangs and claws, and the people were terrified. Wang Lunwo rushed forward without hesitation, waving his sword and fighting a desperate battle with the monsters. His figure jumped in the firelight, and every attack was full of endless courage and determination.

Wang Lunwo kept shuttling back and forth in the city, doing his best to rescue every life he could meet.

He knew that what he did might be just a drop in the bucket, but every time he saved a person, he would have more hope and respect for life. In this endless darkness, Wang Lunwo used his actions to offset the anxiety and intolerance in his heart.

In the smoke of the fall of Muman City, Wang Lunwo resolutely threw himself into the action of rescuing the people. Behind him, Changsun Mingzhi and others followed closely and silently took on the responsibility of cleaning up the battlefield.

Zhang Sun Mingzhi looked at Wang Lunwo's determined back and said, "Wang Lunwo is still a little reckless. He rushed to the front. He actually went this far just for the slight uneasiness and unwillingness in his heart. I must follow him closely and prevent him from being attacked by the monster."

They looked solemn and determined, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, and remained vigilant at all times. Wang Lunwo was fighting with the monster in front, while Changsun Mingzhi and others were paying close attention to the movements around them.

Whenever he found a monster still breathing, Changsun Mingzhi would rush forward without hesitation, wielding his sword and delivering a fatal blow. "We can't let these beasts hurt people again." His eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

At this time, Wang Lunwo's face was full of anxiety, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone, be careful, don't miss any hidden dangers! These monsters are ferocious and brutal, and they may hurt people again if you are not careful."

Zhang Sun Mingzhi responded quickly: "Wang Lunwo, don't worry, we are here! We will be extremely cautious and will not give them any chance to take advantage of us."

When they saw injured people lying on the ground, they immediately stopped and leaned over to comfort them. "Don't be afraid, we will protect you." Changsun Mingzhi's voice was gentle and firm, which gradually calmed the terrified people.

While Changsun Mingzhi was busy, he looked at Wang Lunwo from time to time. They bandaged the wounds of the injured, supported the elderly and children with limited mobility, and handed water and food to the weak. Every comforting look and every caring word was like a warm current, warming the injured hearts of the people.

Wang Lunwo hurried along, his clothes soaked with sweat. He shouted, "Mingzhi, hurry up and save as many people as possible! Time is running out, we can't delay even a little bit."

Zhang Sun Mingzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, "Understood. We will definitely do our best."

There was a little girl crying in the ruins. Changsun Mingzhi gently picked her up and wiped away her tears: "Little girl, don't be afraid, everything will be fine." The little girl hugged his neck tightly, as if she had grasped a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

They shuttled between the ruins, exhausted but never stopping for a moment. Wherever Wang Lunwo went, they did the post-war work, using their actions to bring a glimmer of peace and hope to this war-torn land.