Inside the conference room.

Over thirty military district commanders, including Fei Ming, all bore expressions of extreme complexity!

A towering rage!

Filled with respect!

Yet overwhelmingly reluctant to part!

In a time when the lives of the people were at stake, the warriors of the Demon Corps stepped up without hesitation!

Their spirit of heroic sacrifice for the motherland and the people is worthy of everyone's admiration!

But...

But!

They are all the military soul of Huaxia!

The heroes of the motherland and the people!

Why?

Why should they sacrifice because of Wang Rong's selfish mistake?

They deserved to live!

At this moment, inside the conference room, all the commanders had tears in their eyes!

Especially Fei Ming!

Seeing Ye Qiu resolutely choosing to sacrifice his life, tears uncontrollably streamed down!

Who is Ye Qiu?

The Demon King!

The Demon King of Huaxia!

A myth in the military!

Yet...

Yet he is to sacrifice like this?

"They... are heroes, the pride of the motherland and the people, always have been, always will be," a commander choked up and said.

"Absolutely right."

Fei Ming nodded slightly; the next second, his pupils suddenly widened, and a fierce gleam burst from his eyes.

The temperature in the whole conference room plummeted!

"They are heroes, they are pride, but should our heroes sacrifice like this?"

"Should they?"

"You tell me, should they? Ah?"

Fei Ming roared furiously, his face twisted with rage!

It took nearly a dozen seconds for Fei Ming to suppress the anger in his heart.

He looked at the warriors of the Demon Corps on the screen with profound respect, and said heavily, "Some people live but are like a pile of rotting flesh, emitting a foul stench, while some people die but can still live on forever!"

Saying so, Fei Ming's voice turned choked again.

"Warriors, you are commendable! You, the pride of your motherland and people! You, glorious even in death! You may decay physically, but your soul will never perish! Because you are the military soul of Huaxia!"

"Everyone present, salute our heroes!" Tears once again slid down Fei Ming's cheeks.

"Salute!!!"

Fei Ming screamed hoarsely, saluting Ye Qiu and the warriors!

"Salute!!!"

The other commanders also followed with a salute!

"Wang Rong, you will live a little longer for now, because if Ye Qiu survives, your vile life must be taken by his own hands; if Ye Qiu dies, I, Fei Ming, will personally execute you!" Fei Ming muttered venomously through clenched teeth.

Meanwhile, inside the laboratory.

After saying farewell to Bai Lan and the others, Ye Qiu turned abruptly without any hesitation and strode toward the steel ball!

At this moment, Lin Haode suddenly stepped forward, stopping him, "Wait a moment."

Ye Qiu looked over, saying nothing.

Lin Haode, eyes reddened, choked up, "I... I wasn't finished earlier, the seventh container... the physique of the seventh person must reach the human limit, and among the people present, only you meet the requirements, so, so you must be last..."

"I'll go first!"

Before Ye Qiu could respond, the captain of the Seventh Squad, Huang Zhentian, shouted and then suddenly rushed out, instantly hugging the steel ball tightly!

Chh... Chh...

The next moment, a piercing sound emanated, and just hearing it made one's skin crawl and scalp numb!

From the gaps in the steel ball, streams of black mist emerged like small snakes, spiraling around Huang Zhentian instantly!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The black mist, like sharp daggers, cut ferociously into Huang Zhentian's skin the instant they touched it, leaving hideous wounds!

Madness!

Cruelty!

Bloodshed!

In less than five seconds, Huang Zhentian's entire body was covered in countless wounds!

Bright red blood gushed out!

The pain, unbearable!

Suffocating!

Yet Huang Zhentian, stood there unwavering, clinging tightly to the steel ball!

More and more Black Matter flowed into his body!

After ten seconds, Huang Zhentian's endurance reached its limit.

His body began to tremble violently!

"Wife—son—I love you!"

"But I also love my country, love the people!"

"You must live well, never think of me!!!"

At this moment, Huang Zhentian's entire face twisted to the extreme, a crazed howl escaping him!

Watching this scene, Lin Haode's heart began to convulse violently!

Not just him, but the surrounding aides and other warriors were all the same, their eyes turning red, filled with bloodshot!

In fact, several aides couldn't hold back any longer and crouched on the ground, weeping loudly!

Even!

Even a strong woman like Bai Lan couldn't help but shed tears!

They weren't afraid!

Instead, they felt heartache!

Seeing such steadfast warriors, such heroes, enduring such pain for the people, who wouldn't feel heartache, who wouldn't be pained?

Everyone could see that Huang Zhentian had reached his limit!

The limit of limits!

Yet, he was still holding on!

Because he wanted to endure a bit more pain, so the brothers following him could have it a little easier.

He didn't want everyone's efforts to be in vain because he didn't persist enough!

Thud!

After a dozen seconds, a dull thud sounded.

Huang Zhentian, finally couldn't hold on!

He fell, sacrificed himself…

Yet, the corners of his mouth still held a faint smile.

He felt that his death was worth it!

Dying for his country, for the people, was an honor!

Beside him, Ye Qiu's fists clenched involuntarily, his nails deeply embedded in his flesh.

Was such a death truly worth it?

It wasn't!

If it weren't for Wang Rong, would these warriors, these heroes, have had to sacrifice themselves?

With Huang Zhentian's sacrifice, in the next moment, another warrior stepped up, his eyes firm, holding tightly onto the steel ball.

Thud!

Almost at the same time, another dull thud sounded.

It wasn't that the second warrior sacrificed himself!

Instead… an aide could no longer bear it and collapsed onto the ground.

He was, Su Wenbo!

Su Wenbo, who helped Wang Rong obtain the serum and the steel ball!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" The moment he fell, Su Wenbo burst into tears, as rain-like tears poured down!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry to you all, sorry to you all!"

"It's my fault, all my fault, even if Wang Rong threatened me, I shouldn't have helped her!"

"I deserve to die, I really deserve to die! Ah!!!"

Su Wenbo cried out in madness, a hundred emotions swirling in his heart!

He was angry!

He was heartbroken!

He was guilty!

Why, why was he so selfish?

Why did he listen to Wang Rong?

Once, Su Wenbo thought that for the sake of his family, doing anything was right!

It's what a man should do!

But now, he knew he was wrong!

Terribly wrong!

"Wife—Son—I love you all!"

"But I also love my country, I love the people!"

"You all must be well, don't think of me!!!"

Huang Zhentian's cries before his death, like a giant meat grinder, wildly churned Su Wenbo's heart!

For the sake of family, should one do anything?

Shouldn't be!

Family?

Who doesn't have family?

Su Wenbo had family, and so did the warriors who were resolute in sacrificing their lives!

Who doesn't love their own family?

But, when the lives of the people are at stake, the warriors of the Demon Corps can unhesitatingly give up their family!

How can there be a greater family without sacrificing the small one?

Thud!

With Su Wenbo's regret, the second warrior also fell, sacrificed…

The next second, the third warrior stepped up!

When the third warrior fell, the fourth continued to follow!

All the warriors who sacrificed themselves, like Huang Zhentian, fought with all their might, pushed to the limit of limits, then, sacrificed!

There was no room for maneuver, and soon, the sixth warrior fell!

Almost at the same time, Ye Qiu flashed forward!

He caught the steel ball with his left hand, supported the warrior with his right hand, letting him slowly fall, and said softly, "Brother, I'm here."

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