Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

His body was no longer upright, but slightly hunched, as if he was carrying the weight of the entire broken mountains and rivers.

The black dragon-patterned battle robe that symbolized the highest power of the Dragon Kingdom was now covered in dust and dark red blood stains, and was torn in many places.

"Ning Feng...you...are back..."

Chaodao's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from a dry throat with heavy breathing.

He staggered forward and suddenly grabbed Ning Feng's arm with his skinny hand. The force was so great that it seemed as if he was grabbing the last piece of driftwood before drowning.

The hands were cold and trembling.

“It’s good that you’re back…it’s good that you’re back!”

Chaodao's voice suddenly rose, with an excitement that was close to collapse:

Turbid tears finally burst out of his eyes, flowing down his deep wrinkles. "Dragon Nation...Earth Star...can't hold on any longer. Only one out of ten of our soldiers survived...they're bleeding dry. We couldn't hold on."

He pointed to the battlefield situation map behind him, which was composed of countless light screens.

On the light screen, the cities, fortresses, and defense lines were once clearly marked.

Now, large areas of it are extinguished, turning into scarlet, which represents complete fall and destruction, and is extremely glaring.

The few remaining faint lights representing the Dragon Kingdom's resistance force are like candles in a storm.

Under the impact of the black torrent representing the ancient army and the power of the harvesters, it flickered and could go out at any time.

On one of the light screens, a battlefield was being shown in real time, showing a group of half-grown children wearing Dragon Country Youth Military Academy uniforms that were obviously ill-fitting and stained with mud.

Their average age is probably only fourteen or fifteen years old.

However, those young faces were covered in blood and a ferocious look of determination and fear that was beyond their age.

At this time, everyone was at the edge of an energy pit emitting a faint green light, desperately resisting the harvesting of energy.

However, small figures were constantly being hit by energy beams, turning into ashes, or being torn to pieces by huge artillery pieces, and their screams were drowned out by the deafening artillery fire.

"That's... the last student at the Kyoto Third Youth Military Academy..."

Minister of Education Li Tao's voice was choked with sobs. He is the leading minister who is always known for his calmness.

At this moment, tears streamed down his face, and his hand, pointing at the light screen, was shaking uncontrollably. "Their instructors...their principals...were all killed in the battle...there's no one left...there's really no one left to send. This is just an energy shock, the Reapers haven't really arrived yet. If they do, what will they use to stop them..."

He couldn't continue and closed his eyes in pain.

Only despair,

"Ning Feng!"

Morin shook his big head and took a step forward.

The commander of that special area now had eyes as red as blood.

His armor was covered with cracks and dried blood, and his breathing was weak, obviously he had suffered serious injuries.

His voice was like the roar of a wounded beast: "Those thirteen ancient roads are like thirteen butcher knives hanging over the head of the Earth Star."

"Where they take root, our planet's essence is madly lost, mountains and rivers are withering, and life is dying."

"At the end of every ancient road lies a true emperor."

"Their aura... just suppressing us from a distance... is enough to make us breathless."

"Every time the energy of the ancient road fluctuates, it's like a divine punishment, wiping out an entire city."

"And those endless minions of the Reapers... They're not an army, they're locusts, a plague. Wherever they go, nothing is left."

Mo Lin's fists clenched until they crackled, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood. "Ning Feng, all our forbidden weapons... we even forcibly detonated a few 'Dragon Veins'... to no avail."

"Even the foundation of an ancient road cannot be shaken. The Emperor's will...is simply beyond the reach of mortal power."

"If it really comes, how should we fight it?"

Chao Dao sighed and said, "Ning Feng, what do you think? Do we still have hope?"

Hope, two words.

Now take care,

Maybe he himself felt it was magical and there was no hope, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope.