My sister is Luna

Bai Qi leaped up again and launched a fierce attack at the Dark Night Noble, but the attack was blocked. With a powerful flick of his arm, the Dark Night Noble sent Bai Qi flying.

Ying Zheng seized the opportunity to slash at him with his golden sword, and the two were locked in a stalemate for a moment.

Bai Qi, who had been knocked away, caught Zhang San as he flew towards him. Using the force of the impact, he twisted his body in mid-air and then threw him forcefully. Zhang San accelerated and rushed towards the Dark Night Nobleman once again.

Zhang San controlled his balance and lunged at the Dark Night Nobleman.

This is a great opportunity!

The Dark Night Noble was already tied down by Ying Zheng, leaving him with no energy to deal with anything else.

"You think I didn't notice you? You bastard!"

The cold voice of the Dark Night Nobleman came, and a face appeared on the back of his head. A pair of blood-red hands reached out from behind and grabbed Zhang San's neck as he flew in.

"What..." Before Zhang San could finish speaking, a sharp spike suddenly appeared on the bloody hand and pierced his throat.

"you……"

"I saw through your little tricks long ago," the Dark Night Nobleman mocked.

He was a two-faced, four-handed figure, one side confronting Ying Zheng, the other gripping Zhang San, like an evil demon from legend.

"You and the guy in the armor were the most proactive. Everyone else was scurrying around like panicked rats. Did you think I wouldn't notice you because I was busy dealing with those two?"

"I should have just killed you back then, but it's not too late now..."

"Uh..." Blood gushed from his neck, and Zhang San opened his mouth in pain, struggling to speak.

and many more!

Why are they so calm? Zhang San is clearly already under my control, what other tricks does he have up his sleeve? Could it be...?

Looking at Ying Zheng's rather calm expression, the puzzled young nobleman of the dark night suddenly had a bad feeling.

"You've been tricked..." Zhang San said with a bitter laugh, but his weak voice resounded like thunder in the Dark Night Nobleman Sea.

It was as if a fire was burning fiercely in Zhang San's eyes, but it would suddenly dissipate when burned. The young nobleman in the dark felt a strange anger and shame.

"Click..."

"boom--"

Beneath the feet of the noble young master in the dark, a narrow door quietly opened, like the earth awakening from a deep sleep and opening its eyes.

This guy is risking his life to cover for them!

The vampire king, who came from hell, immediately understood, but it was too late.

……

Time goes back to before.

Many people volunteered to participate in this operation.

"Alright, not too many, these are enough." Bian Que selected twenty-eight people, including warriors, civilians, and thirteen vampires such as Zhang San.

“We have the personnel, but where is the most important and core special person? Is he among these people?” Cain asked.

“It’s not there, it’s over there.” Bian Que pointed to a boy in the crowd of people.

His face still had a childish look, and he appeared to be around twelve years old. He was taking care of his injured mother who was standing next to him.

"Me?" The boy was taken aback, stood up and asked.

"That's right, it's you. How old are you?"

"twelve."

"What, let a twelve-year-old child...!" Yao said in disbelief, not daring to say the last two words.

Cain frowned. Sacrificing one person's life to save millions of lives seemed like a good deal, but life isn't measured by quantity. Forcing a child to die was too cruel, even if he was willing... Should life and death be about using every means to survive, or dying with honor and dignity?

"That depends on his own choice. To be or not to be, that is the question," Bian Que said, his gaze sharp as he looked at the young man.

"Young man, there are two kinds of people in this world. One kind doesn't live for the purpose of existence, but to burn brightly. The other kind only ever watches others burn, letting their light illuminate their own. Leaving aside the question of good or bad, clever or foolish, your actions will determine which kind of person you become. You heard what I said before. We won't force you, and we respect your choice. Time is of the essence, so your answer is..."

"I..." the boy said slowly, head bowed.

"I want to be the first type of person!"

Everyone looked at the child in surprise, never expecting him to have such a high level of awareness.

"Very good!" Bian Que praised.

“Wait, my child…” The boy’s mother grabbed his hand, her eyes filled with sorrow. She knew her son’s fate was sealed, and she knew this was the best way, but she was still reluctant to let him go and was in great pain.

To everyone else, the boy is insignificant, but hope is in his hands.

"Mother, I'm leaving now. You must live well. I don't want to see our home destroyed, I don't want to see you and our loved ones die..." the boy said with a smile.

"So it's worth it to sacrifice myself for that bright future."

"Wait, isn't there any other way? Is there any other way to defeat Young Master Dark Night?"

Yao said unwillingly. He didn't want to do that; he thought it was absurd to send a twelve-year-old child to his death.

"Unfortunately, no. Battles between those at the King Realm are not so easy to resolve. The Dark Night Prince can act freely and wreak havoc, but Xuan Yong cannot afford to drag this out, or the losses will be even greater. The King Realm represents the pinnacle of biological cultivation, eliminating weaknesses and achieving perfection. Such beings are extremely rare, and Xuan Yong only has these two. By the time other countries come to our aid, it will be too late. This is the only way to turn the tide. Alternatively, you could try to persuade the Dark Night Prince to change his mind, but this is already a fight to the death."

Bian Que said calmly, appearing somewhat indifferent and ruthless, having witnessed countless deaths and injuries.

Yao was speechless. He really couldn't think of any other solution. He felt very conflicted and caught in a dilemma.

He kept saying he wanted to protect them, but he did it by sacrificing one child. It was just sacrificing a few to save the many, which doesn't count as protection. This goes against his sense of justice.

Is sacrificing a child considered justice? But if we don't do this, Xuanyong will be destroyed, and even more people will be displaced. Is that also considered justice?

What frightened him even more was that he had a vague feeling that it was right to save thousands with one person's life. It was as if he was seeing his cold, real self for the first time. Life seemed to have become blurred, just a cold number.

What should we do?

Yao was lost in confusion.

"Yao, just do it your way."

Cain patted him on the shoulder. Cain saw the wavering in Yao's heart. Yao was confused after experiencing this for the first time and needed to make a choice. Cain wanted to help him find his direction.

"I want to go!" Yao exclaimed, his heart stirred.

"I also need to go!"

"Yao! That's enough men." Jing frowned and shouted sternly.

"I'm going!"

Yao said stubbornly.

Jing turned away indifferently, pursed her lips secretly, and stopped trying to stop Yao. Although she was unwilling, she understood that it was time for him to start growing up, and she felt a mix of relief and melancholy.

The immature kid who always followed her around has grown up.

“You can join. You were quite agile in the previous battle. You need to protect that kid until the door is opened,” Bian Que said.

“Okay!” Yao said. This was exactly what he wanted.

After confirming the number of people, Cain and the others discussed their strategy.

“That monster is strong and intelligent. He will likely discover our intentions, so Cain, you and Zhang San should try to be conspicuous on the battlefield to attract his attention. Then Yao should take that kid and quietly slip to his feet, open the door, and shoot him down vertically. The operation will be over, and the rest of you can quickly evacuate,” Bian Que analyzed.

The mirror quickly issued the command:

"The action begins!"

……

"Are you really ready?" Yao asked as he led the boy, wobbling and staggering, through the horde of monsters.

He would do everything in his power to protect the boy before his time ended, and this time he would never break his promise again.

“Really,” the boy replied.

"This is a certain death sentence. If you're afraid and back out, no one will blame you for being a child."

"I care more about my family and friends, my home, than my own death. Besides, once I've taken this step, there's no turning back. If not me, then I have no choice but to do it, and I'm willing to do it!" the young man said firmly.

"I never expected a child like you to say such things." Yao was surprised by the maturity of his thoughts.

"really?"

"real."

"really?"

"Really! You're so long-winded, aren't you annoyed? I mean what I say, and I'll never go back on my word!"

……