Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

Watching the War Emperor in front of him gradually disappear, Wang Zhan felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

This sadness does not come from the pain of losing a comrade, but a deep, inexplicable sorrow, which feels like losing your other half.

Wang Zhan stared quietly in the direction where the War Emperor disappeared, as if he could see a once extremely powerful figure gradually disappearing into the void.

"Why do I have this strange feeling of sadness in my heart?" Wang Zhan murmured to himself.

He tried to find the answer, but his heart was confused. This sadness seemed to go beyond ordinary emotions, making him confused and uneasy.

As for the War Emperor who had disappeared and turned into a phantom before his eyes, Wang Zhan was actually more confused as to what the words he said actually meant.

"What is the main world? What is the inner world? What are the six brothers? What is the safety of the world?" Wang Zhan said this in great confusion.

Before Wang Zhan could come out of his confusion, the shadow of the War Emperor turned into a ball of white mist. He saw the mist in front of him begin to compress and shrink, and finally only a little golden mist was left, and then it began to move towards him. Wang Zhan had no way to resist and could only watch it enter his brain.

Wang Zhan watched as the golden mist began to enter his brain, and a lot of memories appeared in his brain in an instant. These memories instantly gave him a terrible headache, because they were too big and too many, and his brain could not absorb so many things.

"Could these be the memories of the War Emperor? How could they be so vast! My head... hurts! Ahhhh!

Wang Zhan covered his head in pain and tried his best to absorb those memories.

However, unfortunately, he can only glimpse a small part of the memories at present, while the vast majority are covered by a mysterious veil, and he cannot see the whole picture no matter what.

It's like some key puzzle pieces are missing, making people feel confused and helpless.

"What do these memories mean?" Wang Zhan pondered silently in his heart, while continuing to absorb these vague and disorganized memory fragments with difficulty.

They seem like a broken dream, fragmented and difficult to piece together into a complete and clear picture.

Each of these memories seems to carry a deep mystery, making it difficult to start and unable to fully understand the meaning.

Among these memories, the most common ones are the scenes of the War Emperor fighting the enemy himself, and the memories of fighting with his brothers, drinking and eating meat together. These are painful memories as well as happy memories, but I can't quite understand these memories.

Who are we fighting against, and who are we fighting against? Who are we drinking and eating with, and who are the people we happily chatting with? Who are they?

Although I cannot fully understand these memories, for some reason, there is a memory that does not seem that difficult. Compared with the other fragmented and messy memories, this memory is actually complete.

In order to see through this memory, Wang Zhan could only lower his body and calm himself down so that he could see this memory clearly.

"What are these?" Wang Zhan asked puzzledly.

He stared with wide eyes at the shocking scene in disbelief.

Below him, dense figures spread out like an ocean, with no end in sight.

It was an army so large that it was unimaginable. Millions of soldiers were dressed in light armor and lined up in neat rows. Behind them were carriages loaded with supplies and archers ready for battle.

Countless cavalrymen lined up in a row, standing majestically aside, staring at the man standing next to them along with other soldiers.

In the sunlight, the armor gleamed with a cold light, and the flags fluttered, rustling in the wind.

Such a spectacular scene makes people's hearts surge, as if they can feel the earth trembling.

Every soldier below held their heads high, their eyes determined and filled with fighting spirit, silently conveying an invincible power. The entire battlefield was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere. At the mere command, this iron torrent would pounce on the enemy like a tiger descending from a mountain.

At this moment, Wang Zhan was shocked by the scene in front of him, but these things were just memories and had no effect on the soldiers below. Moreover, they were not looking at me, but at the people next to them. After looking carefully at the surrounding environment, he figured out the situation.

There were five people around him, three on the left and two on the right, and there was another person in front of him, but he couldn't see their faces, only their backs. They also had weapons in their hands. The one in his hand was the same gun he had held before, and the people around him were also holding different weapons, which were the prototypes of the golden statues he had seen in the temple before.

The man in front of him was shouting loudly. His shouting was deafening and echoed in the empty battlefield.

"My brave and fearless soldiers! Today's battle will be the final one that will determine the fate of the human race and the demon race! As long as those brutal enemies still survive, we will never have peace!"

"This vast land is where we have lived and multiplied for generations. Every blade of grass, every tree, every house, and every tile here were built by our own hands, carrying our endless emotions and memories. It is our common home!"

"However, those extremely hateful demons inhumanely broke into our homeland. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil, leaving our beautiful homeland in tatters and devastation! They stole the land we depend on for survival and killed our innocent compatriots. This blood feud is irreconcilable!"

"We must unite and rise up in resistance. We must use our courage and wisdom to defeat the demons and reclaim our former land. Only in this way can we reclaim our homeland! Only in this way can we allow our descendants to continue to live happily on this land!"

"My fellow warriors! Let us hold our weapons tightly, hold our chests high, and march with resolute steps to launch the final charge against the demons! Victory will surely be ours, and glory will surely be ours! Let us forge a Great Wall of Steel with our blood, and defend our homeland with our lives! Fight for our human race! Fight for our homeland."

"As long as the demons still exist, our war will never end. We must fight, not to invade, but to unify the world. If we don't work hard now, our descendants will always be the ones hurt in the end."

"As long as the world is not unified, war will never end. Once we become weak, the demons will take advantage of our weakness to attack, and then our descendants will be doomed." The man continued to shout on the stage.

"Take back our homeland and unify the world.", "Take back our homeland and unify the world." The soldiers below also shouted loudly in response.

He turned to face the six people behind him, his eyes revealing endless majesty.

"We will all fight side by side to take back our land!" He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it into the distance.

Wang Zhan instantly felt a surge of blood in his heart, and he clenched the gun in his hand. It was clearly a memory, but it felt like he had experienced it personally.

The soldiers roared passionately, so loud that it seemed to break through the sky.

"Okay, everyone, get ready, set off, and attack the demons." The man turned around again, raised his sword high, and shouted loudly to the soldiers below.

As the last words were spoken, the soldiers below began to move, and the man in front of him turned around, looked at the six people in front of him, and continued to speak, but before he could finish the rest of the words, Wang Zhan's memory was interrupted.