Chapter 1870: 24.131 Sixth Violet Star - Children

While the situation at the Military Compound is unknown, the situation of Long Kian and the children were much better than them. After resting for a while, they finally reached the end of the underground tunnel and what welcomed them was the towering wooden walls that surrounded the ancient forests.

Except for the traces of ashes at the area, there were no undead present. It seems they are being killed by someone else in this area. One thing for sure the one doing it is not from the human race. After all, almost all the surviving adult humans were left behind at the military compound.

The children looked at the wooden wall and fell on their butts as they tried to see the peak of this towering wooden wall.

The children were all amazed. Actually, even the only adult, Long Kian didn’t expect the towering wooded walls around the ancient forest to look like this.

"Wow! So tall~"

"Uncle, this wall is too big~"

"My neck is hurting. I can see the end of this wall!"

"I don’t want to look up anymore!"

"I fell on my butt. Butty hurts~"

Long Kian, in contrast to the innocent reaction of the children, was extremely nervous. He gathered the children on one spot and started knocking on the wooden wall while shouting without care for the undead.

"Hey! Someone in there!"

"The disaster has gotten worse! We would like to have the children be protected from your side, please!"

"If you can hear me, please help the children!"

There was no response on the other side. Long Kian knew that this mission would not be easy even if they are children, they are still humans after all. Though now not all humans hate the beastmen, the ancient forest is still close to the humans.

But the willingness of the Beastmen Race’s leader, the Ninetailed fox Beastman, Huzi, alone brought a team to help the humans in this calamity. The hope for alliance might depend on the result of what the ending this city will have.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Long Kian knocked loudly on the wooden wall and shouted, "Anyone inside!? I am Long Kian from the Long Clan. The disaster in the main city has gotten worse and the survival of the human race is unknown."

"I beg the beastmen race to please at least accept our children inside. We will greatly owe the beastmen race for this favor!"

"I hope you can help save the children. The children are innocent! At least them, please protect them until we take back control of this city!"

Silence~

There was no response coming from the other side. Long Kian was devastated and knew that this mission would not be easy. He repeated his words a couple of times that some new undead smelling the scent of the living was attracted to their group.

Growls~ roars~

"Uncle, I’m scared!"

"Wuwuwu~ monsters! Monsters!!"

"Mommy! I want mommy!"

Long Kian protected the children behind him and summoned his beasts.

He whispered to the children, "Shss~ don’t shout. Loud sounds can attract the monsters. Don’t cry! Cover your mouth!"

"Dad (Uncle) we can help too!" Long Juedi and Long Teng said.

Long Kian pushed them behind him and said, "Focus on protecting yourself. Protect the young ones!"

There are only five undeads attracted by his shouting and children’s crying. The number of the undead is not much, but with the burden of protecting children, Long Kian cannot move too far from this group.

Long Kian had to fight. However, as he fought the fear in the children intensified making some of them unable to stop crying making a loud noise. This only increases the undead coming over for them.

Whoosh! ...Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just before Long Kian was overwhelmed by the Undead, a rain of arrows with fire on the tip helped him kill the undead. When he turned around he saw the former Elf King Vega suddenly appearing with the children. The Beastmen Prophet Heri and his daughter, Haerin had also come out. A small size door hole at the wooden wall appeared.

"It’s okay. Don’t cry."

A Fox Beastman, Heri comforted the children. He had overseen that Pei Jin would appear at this place and they had to save the protagonist of the world, Long Juedi to keep the world safe.

Heri said, "Get in! It’s dangerous outside! He is coming!"

"Who is coming?" Long Juedi asked.

A voice was heard mixing with the growls of the undead. It’s a young voice extremely familiar to Long Juedi.

"It’s me. Don’t you miss me, Long Juedi!" Pei Jin said upon his arrival.

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On the other hand at the Military Compound...

After receiving the tablet from his aide, the marshal’s finger lingers above the play button. The recording in front of him was a saved surveillance camera at the bridge. He didn’t know what happened after he was saved and thrown out but someone went back to the other side. The only thing he can remember is that he had heard his father’s voice and this alone gave him despair.

His aide who was standing at the side wanted to stop the marshal from watching as they who had watched it could barely bear it, much less the marshal who is the son of the old marshal himself. Watching his gruesome death is no different that torture for Long Tian.

It took a while before Long Tian’s shaking had lessened and he finally pressed the play button of the recording. He had watched how the undead had suddenly surrounded the location gathering with a number almost reaching thousands.

He watched the scenery he hadn’t seen as he was busy commanding the soldiers. He saw himself and his soldiers defending the bridge and killing the undead just to prevent them from passing through them and attacking the only place where the survivors of the human race reside.

Then he saw himself when he commanded everyone who were over fatigue and commanded them to retreat. This was the time that he decided to sacrifice himself to clean up the bridge and block the entrance to which the bridge can be lifted, cutting off the path for this undead that wanted to invade.

On the video he saw his old father, Long Huang and his friend, Mu Yao, the Mu Patriarch running towards him despite the bridge which was lifted slowly behind him. His back collar was grabbed by the old men and threw him back to the other side and took his place in fighting against the undead. There are time bombs on their bodies which last only for 10 seconds.

In these last ten seconds these two legends of the past fight to death. However, the enemies are simply too many and they can only ignore the defense and work together to grab as many and kill them with them. That was the last ime of the two heroes and Long Tian noticed that not even a single piece of those two were left behind and the place was once again filled up with undead.

If not for the fact that the bridge had been lifted fully off the ground that some undead might break through. Thankfully, these undead are deadweights in the water.

Sobs~

The scene of his father and uncle’s death made the marshal who usually controls his emotions finally shed tears while not delirious.

Ugh~

His tears fell on the tablet that was resting on his father’s figure. Pale complexion, obviously not in good health. Even so the depths of his eyes were full of determination and relief when he saved his son and when he sacrificed his life to buy them time to survive.

’Live, Tian’er!’

These are his father’s last words for him before he lost consciousness. He didn’t even say his last goodbye and had to wake up a few days after the day the two heroes were gone.

His aide had silently left the room while the Marshal cried out for the first time he had sat in that position as a Marshal.

Those at leader positions must always be at their peak and never show their weakness. The model of all humans, the personification of strength and must always look the strongest among the others. That’s why they hold back from crying despite the losses and sadness. They stood at the peak bearing the loneliness. They can never openly show their emotions even after losing a loved one.

However, can one truly bear such pain?

The pain of losing someone important to you?

Your family? Your friends? Your beloved?

Even if one of them is lost, it was painful enough. Humans are born to be perfect. Because they aren’t perfect, they are flexible. Able to do good or to do bad.

That’s why it’s alright to cry when in pain?

With a thorn in your heart, it’s painful enough to be sad.

When you are lonely it’s alright to be sad.

If you don’t let it out, you might go crazy in the end.

The Marshal was left alone in the clinic for a while as the aide guarded the door. No one else is allowed to see the leader in his lowest. He must wait outside. Wait for the inside to come out in his perfect state and lead their race once again. After all, he is his leader.

But for now let him take off his crown as the leader, let him be just a son mourning for his dead father.

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