The difference between dying in the game and dying in reality was immense. Lu Yang could not accept the deaths of so many brothers who had sincerely followed him. And when he had the ability to revive some of them, it was Lu Yang who decided which ones could live while the rest would die forever.
This torment in his heart was almost unbearable. Though he knew the brothers who survived had only lived because they still had to keep fighting, and might die in the very next war, the anguish continued to haunt him.
Bai Shi, Zhou Tianming, Xia Yuwei, and the others knelt beside Lu Yang. Almost in unison, they shouted, "Brothers, be the bosses in your next lives. We'll be your subordinates."
Bai Shi, Zhou Tianming, and the others had also helped decide which brothers would die. Every one of them carried guilt in their hearts, while the brothers who had been revived had already wept themselves into sobbing wrecks.
When they had fought Leig together, they had stood shoulder to shoulder, competing to die in place of one another. But now, those brothers had truly died while they had survived, and guilt filled their hearts.
Buzz~!
As everyone wept, more than a thousand boxes suddenly burst with intense green light. Countless green motes flew out from the boxes, and the souls of the fallen brothers drifted past Lu Yang, Bai Shi, Xia Yuwei, Zhou Tianming, Ku Ai Bansheng, Haoqing Wanzong, and every surviving brother with smiles on their faces.
"Hey, the boss cried for us."
"Haha, what's death? We've been freed. You're the ones who'll suffer."
"Goodbye, Boss. Thank you for helping us these past ten years. We'll go on ahead and wait for you down there. You'll still be our boss."
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