The scenes carved along the edges of the stele brought tears to people's eyes even more.
At the very top.
The sight of a middle-aged man carrying a mushroom bomb on his shoulders, gazing up at the sky, made everyone present weep.
That was Instructor.
Marshal Guan... had not forgotten him.
The heroic deeds of countless heroes were carved on the stele.
There was Heavenly Venerable, passing away in meditation to protect the Dragon Vein.
There were the great figures of Divine Mountain battling the gods.
There was Instructor, carrying a bomb into the sky to defend Shenzhou.
There was Guan Ming, sacrificing himself to carry the flag and preserve the army's soul.
There was False Eye, giving his life to cut down a flag and proclaim the nation's might.
Those were not murals, but vivid tableaux of lives.
They were stirring hymns of heroic sacrifice.
When the stele appeared on camera.
The people of the Dragon Kingdom watching their televisions were already crying uncontrollably.
Without these heroes, there would have been no prosperity today.
Without these people shouldering the burden and forging ahead, there would have been no peace for the Dragon Kingdom's nation and homes.
This towering stele... would tell all future generations that the Dragon Kingdom's victory today had been hard-won, and must be cherished at every step.
"Face... the Victory Stele. Salute!"
Guan Lei roared with all his strength, overcome with emotion.
Thump!
Little White Tiger slammed his left fist against his chest.
A teardrop fell to the ground just then.
The four of Guotai Min'an held back their tears and bowed deeply as they looked at those familiar faces.
"I, Guan... bow in gratitude to you all, for forging a backbone of steel for our Dragon Kingdom."
"Rest easy. No one will ever dare bully