"If Fenghua is not ill."
"If he is piloting a god-level machine."
"That sword didn't just cut off the high-rise buildings in the dungeon, it leveled the entire dungeon."
Di Zheng looked up at the black and white portrait on the coffin: "But with his temper, he wouldn't do that."
"He is a good gentleman. I have told him many times, don't always think about others, think more about yourself."
"He just can't change it."
"So in the end, he used the most brilliant blow as his curtain call and as a commentary on his life."
Luo Yan looked at the man in front of him: "Can you also do that 'blade-sharpening posture'?"
Di Zheng smiled: "I know what you are thinking."
"don’t worry."
"I don't want to die yet."
"Now that Qi Fenghua is gone, I don't want to die anymore."
"I want to live well."
"Only by living can you regain what you have lost."
"Well, I know the 'blade-sharpening stance', it's not difficult."
"As long as the empathy limit is turned off, the boundary wall erosion is ignored, and the empathy rate is increased to more than 300%, you can use the 'blade stance."
"The power of this stance is affected by the level and type of the machine body, as well as the combat power level of the mecha master."
"So factors such as different machine levels, different types, and the level of the mecha master are all related to the power of that blow."
"But there is one thing in common. That gesture is the final and most brilliant blow of every mecha master."
"I won't use it if it's not necessary."
Hearing what Di Zheng said, Luo Yan was slightly relieved.
He had already lost Wei Fenghua, and he didn't want to lose Di Zheng as well.
"Furthermore, I heard that the Strategic Office developed a new technology this year."
"Being able to place certain restrictions on the 'blade-blade stance' allows mechas and pilots to fight in this stance without burning everything, thus greatly improving combat effectiveness."
Di Zheng continued.
"Of course, this way."
"The power certainly cannot be compared to the complete form."
"And this technology can currently only be used on 'god general-level machines. As a result, there are still many restrictions."
"Besides, even if you don't fight with everything you have, I think the machine and the pilot will pay a certain price."
"It's just that the technology seems to be not perfect yet, so the Behemoth Strategy Office has not promoted it yet and is only conducting small-scale pilot experiments in a few dungeons."
Luo Yan suddenly thought of Xia Houwu.
From this point of view, during the beheading operation that day, Xia Houwu single-handedly defeated Wu Zhiqi.
What it relies on should be the sharpening attitude supported by new technologies.
In other words, it is an incomplete 'edging posture'.
"There are still many things I want to tell you, but you have just come back, so there is no need to worry."
"Let's talk about it in a few days."
Di Zheng patted Luo Yan on the shoulder.
"If one day you learn the 'Edge Stance', you want to use the 'Edge Stance'."
"Then you'd better ask yourself."
"Do you have no regrets in this life? Do you really need to burn everything to make the final blow?"
After saying that, Di Zheng left the mourning hall.
Luo Yan looked at Wei Fenghua's portrait and remained silent.
On the second day.
He Hao is back.
Not just him, there are also students who have graduated, such as Su Jiu, Yang Likai, Liu Ruohan, etc.
They all returned to school and came to the mourning hall to offer incense to Wei Fenghua.
Yang Likai had been holding back what he wanted to say to Luo Yan, but seeing that Luo Yan was wearing filial piety, he had to swallow his words and wait for the right time to speak.
In the blink of an eye, the last day of mourning came.
Those who came today were from the Mecha Corps.
Some of them, like He Hao and Yang Likai, are also graduates of the college.
We all know Wei Fenghua more or less.
What's more, many people witnessed this teacher's extremely brilliant explosion that night when he burned everything he had.
All with respect.
Now that I heard that the school has set up a mourning hall, everyone came to pay their respects and say goodbye.
To Luo Yan's surprise, Yan Wenbo came.
Dressed in black, he came to Luo Yan after offering incense alone.
"I am sorry for your loss."
Yan Wenbo's face was solemn, completely different from his usual appearance.
Luo Yan returned the gift as a family member.
Yan Wenbo squatted down, picked up the paper coins next to him, and put them one by one into the brazier next to him.
"When the accident happened that day, Ah Ling and I happened to go to the city. We were at the center of the incident."
"Looking back now, I still feel scared."
The firelight in the basin illuminated Yan Wenbo's face. He looked at the rapidly burning Ming coins and said, "Those monsters appeared so suddenly that there was no time to prepare."
"I couldn't do anything at that time. I couldn't do anything except take Ah Ling away."
"Even if a giant beast appears in the city behind me, I can only hide in the shelter. I..."
A hand fell on his shoulder.
Yan Wenbo stopped.
Then I heard Luo Yan say from behind.
"Captain, stop talking."
"No one wants something like this to happen.".
"Besides, you have retired."
"You don't have to blame yourself."
Yan Wenbo's expression stiffened for a moment, then he smiled.
"I don't blame myself."
"I just feel that people are so small."
"Without the mecha, we can't do anything."
"You can only run for your life."
"We can only run for our lives."
He put all the coins in his hand into the brazier.
Yan Wenbo stood up and bowed deeply to the black coffin in the mourning hall.
The next day.
Funeral today.
Luo Yan was dressed in plain clothes, holding a black and white portrait of Wei Fenghua in his hand, and walked at the front.
A team marched from the academy to the cemetery in the dungeon.
Burial, burial, the funeral is over.
After all the people seeing him off had left, Luo Yan still stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the teacher's photo on the tombstone and the epitaph inscribed by Pan Renfeng himself.
'Dedicate yourself to the end of your life and die.
The short eight characters tell the story of Wei Fenghua's life.
Luo Yan looked at the eight words and engraved them into his heart one stroke at a time.
"Luo Yan."
Bai? came to him with a worried look on his face.
Luo Yan glanced at her and smiled for the first time in these days.
"I'm fine."
"I still want to fulfill the teacher's last wish and regain what humanity has lost."
"So I won't let anything happen to me, don't worry."
Bai Xi thought for a while and took the initiative to hold Luo Yan's hand: "This is not just your business."
"That's what we're going to do."
"Not only you, but also me, Senior He, and many, many others."
"We want to take back the surface, our home, and everything that originally belonged to us!"
Looking at the girl with firm eyes, Luo Yan nodded.
"you're right."
"We will definitely take back the surface and our homeland."
"When the time comes, we will come back here and report the good news to the teacher!"
Bai? nodded with a bright smile.
