The next day, three o'clock in the afternoon.

With flags flying at half-mast across the country, the mourning ceremony was held as scheduled.

The sky was gloomy, as if it was about to rain, which made people feel depressed.

Lin Feng and his party, all dressed in black clothes, walked out of the hotel door, took the bus, and headed towards the original Chaos Land garrison area.

Both sides of the road were crowded with people, so dense that no one could see the edge. There were at least more than a million people.

Yesterday and today are special days. Many companies and factories have a day off. People wear black or white clothes and walk towards a destination. Their expressions are solemn and sad, and cries can be heard from time to time.

Even young children feel the oppressive atmosphere and dare not cry.

“This atmosphere is so uncomfortable!”

On the bus, Dong Xiaomei whispered.

"This is what war is like. If you only look at the number of victims, it is still small. Hundreds of thousands are nothing!"

Bu Zheng said slowly.

Since the fusion of the interdimensional space gates, wars have become common.

Every battle for the key is actually a war, and many people die, even much more than this time.

It's just that there was no memorial service before.

If you want to open it, you have to open it several times a month.

Although it is to commemorate heroes, if the frequency is too high, it will make people pessimistic and despair about life, and all walks of life will be affected.

Therefore, in the past, major TV stations tried their best to avoid these news.

If you can't avoid it, try to use casualty numbers to avoid bloody scenes.

This time, the space gate fusion made too much noise, attracting the attention of the whole world, and it couldn't be hidden even if it wanted to.

Although the number of casualties was not large, a large number of kings and geniuses died. The losses were heavy and the impact was too great, so there was such a memorial service.

"Fortunately the space door is closed, otherwise the atmosphere would be even worse!"

Yun Tianqi sighed and glanced at Lin Feng.

If Lin Feng hadn't closed the space door, people would have been even more pessimistic and fearful, and the lives of soldiers and volunteers sacrificed in the chaotic place would not have much meaning.

Lin Feng watched this scene silently without saying a word.

After experiencing the destruction of Jiangcheng, he was used to fighting.

Get used to death.

The death of companions, the death of strangers, the death of enemies...

For him, death is actually a normal thing!

But facing this kind of atmosphere, he, like Dong Xiaomei, would still feel uncomfortable.

He didn't want to attend such a memorial service. This was far more uncomfortable for him than a bloody fight.

The journey was originally only half an hour, but due to traffic congestion, it took us an hour and a half to reach our destination.

The group of people got out of the car, and what appeared in front of Lin Feng was a somewhat unfamiliar place.

The surrounding high-rise buildings are still there, unchanged, but the originally messy ruins have now become clean and tidy. The surrounding area has been under martial law, and soldiers holding submachine guns maintain order.

The white marble floor was filled with all kinds of flowers, and seven monuments appeared where the space door originally was.

This seven-sided monument is three meters high and more than ten meters long. It is cast from a piece of marble. On the monument, there are six gold foil characters engraved on it: "Heroes are immortal".

Under the large characters, palm-sized black and white photos appeared on the monument, each with a different name and a different life summary.

The gloomy weather and the sound of crying make people feel depressed and their breathing becomes heavy.

Relatives and friends of the victims walked past the monument one by one, including pregnant women, gray-haired old men, and young children.

They held the number plate in their hands and searched for photos on the monument line by line. Soon their eyes became red and tears blurred their vision.

"Where's dad?"

"I want daddy?"

The cry of a child came and attracted Lin Feng's attention.

The child was calling daddy, crying and refusing to leave. Even though his mother was holding him, he still struggled desperately.

There were also some young children with puzzled faces, looking around blankly at their crying grandparents and mother, not knowing what was happening.

"Fortunately I'm not dead!"

Looking at these heartbroken faces, Lin Feng said slowly in his heart.

In the battle for the key, no one can guarantee that he will not die. Even he is not 100% sure.

When fighting, there will always be accidents.

If he dies, there will be family members among these people.

Lin Feng couldn't imagine that scene.

He didn't want to see this kind of crying, parting or dying scene either.

"People from the TV station are here too."

Lin Feng shifted his gaze and looked around. There were many photographers and even foreigners. There was nothing surprising about this.

This battle for the key concerns the whole world.

This is an unprecedented and huge victory that must be reported to give confidence and courage to those who are worried about the future.

It also allows those who have given up on life and given up on themselves to understand how difficult their current life is and what they paid for it.

"Where are Yang Ningbing and the others?"

Yu Qiao pointed in one direction and said.

Lin Feng looked over and saw people from the top ten families in Beijing, guardians, big shots from the government and the military, and senior executives of professional clubs, among whom there were many familiar faces.

The arrival of Lin Feng's team attracted a lot of people's attention.

This time in the chaotic land, Lin Feng's team performed very well, and their record was ranked first.

Even the king killed more than ten people, let alone those alien geniuses. I heard that Lin Feng's team killed at least thousands of aliens, which is amazing to think about.

You must know that both the Martial King and the Spirit King are qualified to be guardians.

There are only more than 300 recorded kings in the country.

In a twelve-base city, there will be no more than eighteen guardians, usually only 12 guardians.

Lin Feng's team killed more kings than the guardians of a base city. How can it not be amazing?

This achievement is far more brilliant than sealing the Yuxi Space Gate.

At this time, these big shots didn’t know that Lin Feng had obtained the key and closed the Yuxi space door!

If calculated this way, more than a hundred kings died in the hands of Lin Feng's team.

Accounting for almost one-third of the Chinese kings!

This achievement, let alone a king, cannot be compared to any emperor.

In terms of performance, there are few people in the country who can compare with him!

This is also the reason why Hong Tao and the others want to keep the secret.

The record is too brilliant, but the strength is too weak. He is not even a king and can easily fall.

Even if Lin Feng is now protected by Bu Zheng, his safety cannot be guaranteed.

"Why are there so many club people here?"

Lin Feng asked Ye Xing.

During this period, due to the fusion of the Land of Chaos, the Glory League was in turmoil and all events were suspended.

Even major clubs have closed down.

The glory star that originally made fans crazy has lost its former glory, and activities and endorsements have also disappeared.

Glory players are very strong and are recognized as geniuses, but according to statistics, there are only seven Glory professional players who entered the chaotic land this time!

This number is very ironic.

Irony taken to extremes.

You know, all five of the five main members of the Red Cloud Team entered the chaotic place.

The Glory Professional League has hundreds of teams and thousands of professional players, but there are only two more volunteers than Team Red Cloud!

As for Hongyun University, there are as many as fourteen volunteers this time.

More than twice as much as professional players.

College student, not yet 22 years old!
To be continued...