nycdaug Chapter 307 Heavenly Chasm
Chapter 307 Heavenly Chasm
Chapter 307 Natural Chasm
Two prisoners who had been abolished as night watchmen now stood in this chaotic battlefield, trying to block the prisoners' way.
Their appearance seemed like a huge provocation to the prisoners' impending freedom, and the prisoners' hearts, already mired in madness, were now completely ignited.
"Two mere prisoners whose status as night watchmen has been abolished think they can act tough and stop us from gaining our freedom?"
A prisoner roared loudly, his voice full of anger and disdain.
There was a mad glint in his eyes, as if he had regarded Wang Lu and Fang Yanghui as thorns in his side.
"Brothers!" He raised his hands, trying to incite the prisoners around him.
His voice echoed across the battlefield, like the roar of a wild beast, filled with murderous intent and hatred.
"Kill me!!!"
The prisoners were completely ignited by the shout, and there was a bloodthirsty gleam in their eyes, as if they had already put life and death aside.
They were like a group of wild beasts driven by anger and desire. They suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Wang Lu and Fang Yanghui.
Some prisoners summoned wind blades, which flew straight towards the two people with whistling sounds;
Some prisoners gathered flames from their hands, like burning fireballs, and smashed them fiercely at their targets;
Some prisoners summoned ferocious beasts. These illusory creatures roared in the air and pounced on Wang Lu and Fang Yanghui with endless murderous intent.
The prisoners' bodies moved across the battlefield, their movements frantic and chaotic, but each one carrying a deadly threat.
There was no fear in their eyes, only a desire for freedom and hatred for the obstacles before them.
They seemed to have forgotten the danger they were in and only wanted to tear the two "roadblocks" into pieces.
Wang Lu and Fang Yanghui stood where they were, facing the prisoners pouring in, without a trace of panic on their faces.
Wang Lu raised his hands slightly, and a faint light flickered between his palms, as if he was gathering some powerful force.
Fang Yanghui smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, as if he had already anticipated all this.
"bring it on."
Fang Yanghui said in a low voice, with an unquestionable firmness in his voice.
"Let's see who among us is the real prisoner."
now.
There was a noisy laughter all around, and the prisoners were pointing and laughing, but they were like two mountains, standing firm and motionless.
The firelight shone on them through the cracks in the high walls, giving their figures a golden outline, as if silently telling of their tenacity and indomitable spirit.
There was a stern look between Wang Lu's brows. His gaze swept across the crowd like a knife blade, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, as if he could shatter those mocking gazes one by one.
His eyes were deep and firm, like a torch burning in the darkness, illuminating the way forward.
He raised his chin slightly and said in a deep voice:
"We may no longer be the Night's Watch,"
His voice was deep and powerful, and every word sounded like a vow from deep within his chest, with a firm conviction.
It seems to be telling everyone that their identities may be taken away, but their mission will never end.
"But our hearts have never changed."
His voice echoed in the air, as passionate as a war drum, making the surrounding noise seem insignificant.
"So what if I don't have that cloak? So what if I'm wearing this prison uniform?"
Wang Lu's voice suddenly rose, as if a sharp blade cut through the air, with a kind of disdainful provocation.
He slowly stretched out his hands. Although his movements were slow, they revealed an unquestionable firmness.
With both hands, he tightly grasped the collar of the worn prison uniform on his body. The uniform had long been soaked with sweat and stains, and the color had become gray and blurred.
His fingers were clasped tightly around his collar, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, as if he was accumulating some kind of strength.
His movements seemed slow, but they carried an unquestionable power, as if declaring his determination to the world.
The prison uniform trembled slightly in his hands, as if he was also nervous about what was about to happen.
Everything around him seemed to be still, leaving only his hands tightly grasping his collar and his eyes full of power.
Suddenly, he exerted force with his hands, and the prison uniform made a crisp tearing sound in his hands, as if the suppressed anger finally erupted.
The prison uniform was torn into pieces easily, and the pieces of cloth fluttered in the air like abandoned shame.
The moment the prison uniform was torn into pieces, Wang Lu was shirtless, and his strong bronze body shone in the sunlight.
The light shone on his body, and every inch of his skin looked like a carefully carved work of art. His muscles were clearly defined, showing a wild power.
His chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing revealed an indomitable spirit.
His body was covered with hideous scars one after another - knife wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, stab wounds... These scars crisscrossed each other.
It was densely packed on his skin like an ugly and ornate cloak, a dark red cape.
Some of these scars are as deep as ravines, while others are as shallow as fine lines. Each scar seems to be a moment frozen in time, telling a thrilling story.
The knife wounds were the marks left when he fought with the enemy in the dark, and the gunshot wounds were the marks left when he was shot while protecting others.
The burns were caused by the flames when he was rescuing people in the sea of fire.
The stab wounds were a testimony to his struggle against fate at the most dangerous moment.
These scars are his medals, testament to his battles in the darkness, and each scar records his former bravery and tenacity.
Wang Lu stood there, the light shining on him, as if he was covered with a layer of golden battle armor.
His eyes were firm and deep, as if he was declaring to the world:
These scars are his proudest medals; these wounds are his most gorgeous cloak.
Fang Yanghui also moved, his movements were equally decisive and powerful, as if they were instincts precipitated after countless life-and-death tests.
He bent his body slightly and grabbed the collar of his prison uniform with both hands quickly and accurately, without any hesitation.
The prison uniform made a slight friction sound in his hands, like the whisper of time left on the fabric.
His eyes were fixed on the front, as if he had already forgotten all the noise around him, leaving only the faith and goal in his heart.
With a crisp tearing sound, Fang Yanghui's prison uniform was torn open cleanly by him, revealing a body that was also covered with scars.
His body was thinner than Wang Lu's, but every inch of his muscles seemed to have been carved by suffering and was full of strength.
He had more scars than Wang Lu, densely covering his skin, like marks of time, witnessing their past glory and suffering.
Some of these scars are as deep as ravines, like marks left by fate; some are as shallow as fine lines, but also clearly visible, as if they are footnotes left by time on the skin.
They are either intertwined or parallel, and each scar tells a thrilling story - those nights of fighting evil in the dark, and the price paid for defending justice.
A complex light flashed in Fang Yanghui's eyes.
His gaze was deep and distant, containing both memories of the past and determination for the future.
Those memories may be filled with pain, or regret, but there is no trace of weakness in his eyes.
His eyes seemed to say:
"These scars are proof that I have fought; these scars are medals that I will never forget."
"Why do you have to judge!!!"
There is also an expectation and determination for the future in his eyes, as if telling himself that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, he will not retreat.
He stood beside Wang Lu, like his shadow, but with his own light.
The two men stood side by side, Wang Lu's height formed a sharp contrast with Fang Yanghui's thinness, but the aura they exuded was exactly the same.
Their bodies lean forward slightly, shoulders tense, as if ready to meet the upcoming challenge at any time.
Their eyes were as sharp as torches, staring straight ahead without the slightest fear.
Everything around them seemed to disappear, leaving only their figures standing side by side, showing a fearless attitude.
Wang Lu clenched his fists tightly, flames burning on his fists, as if the anger in his heart was burning fiercely.
He stared at the prisoner in front of him and shouted loudly:
“My scar!
It’s my cloak!
My bullet hole,
It’s my medal!!”
His voice was as deafening as thunder, and every word seemed to be hammering at the prisoners' hearts, as if to shatter all their ridicule and contempt.
“I’ve taken off this prison uniform, this cape, and my medals!
You've taken off your prison uniforms, but you're still a bunch of extremely disgusting and ugly vermin!"
His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the prisoners' vital points, making the originally arrogant prisoners fall silent, and some even showed expressions of fear on their faces.
As soon as the words fell, the whole world seemed to fall into a brief silence. Then, a raging flame erupted with Wang Lu as the center.
The flames were not simply burning, but like an enraged beast, it roared wildly and devoured everything wantonly.
It rolled and jumped in the air, burning and distorting the air around it, as if even the air was torn and deformed by this force.
In the firelight, heat waves spread outward like a tide, and the surrounding temperature soared instantly, making it almost impossible to get close.
Wang Lu stood shirtless in the flames. His figure seemed even taller in the light of the fire, as if he had merged with the flames.
His skin was red in the firelight,
His bronzed muscles looked even more resolute against the backdrop of the flames, and those hideous scars seemed to be glowing in the firelight, as if telling of his past battles and glory.
His hair was blown up by the heat of the flames,
Like a burning flame, it echoed with the flame in his body.
He is like a god watching over the world, standing at the last line of defense, guarding justice and dignity.
There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a fearless determination.
His hands were slightly open.
It was as if he was embracing the blazing flame, and as if he was declaring his determination to the world.
His voice rang out again:
"Night Watchman - The King's Road is here,
Who is coming to fight?!"
The voice pierced through the flames, through the air, and soared into the sky, as if announcing to the whole world that his fight had never ended and his faith would never be extinguished.
The surrounding flames seemed to be cheering for his voice, burning even more vigorously.
In the firelight, Wang Lu's figure became clearer and clearer. He was like an insurmountable line of defense, guarding everything behind him.
His voice echoed in the air, as passionate as a war drum, allowing everyone who heard it to feel the power in his heart.
At this moment, he is no longer just Wang Lu, but the embodiment of all justice, the eternal flame in the darkness, and the last ray of light protecting the world.