"I quickly organized the panicked junior brothers together and counted the number of young monks who could go out to help. Some young monks opened their doors early and started learning martial arts at a young age. They were already seven or eight years old. He has learned the ability to protect himself.
I asked them to take sticks and guard the temple. The little orphans we took in, as well as some children who were unable to move independently, and the remaining half-year-old boys were all armed, followed me, and went out to help the surrounding neighbors.
Before setting off, I carefully tied the treasures my master left me in layers inside my chest, so that they would never be lost in battle.
After he made all these preparations, we opened the temple door with weapons and rushed to the street.
Then I saw the appearance of the monsters mentioned by my senior brother, and finally understood why they were called monsters.
Their bodies were as dark as the sun, and they should have been the transformed bodies of humans or some other animal. There is no soul anymore.
They smelled rotten and stench. The eyes are hollow and have lost their eyeballs, but they can still hear and find their prey through sounds and smells.
At that time, I was in a daze looking at the green-black monster, while the timid juniors behind me were so frightened that they cried.
The huge cries around me and the voices of people running away and asking for help finally brought me back to reality.
As the one with the highest physical value among them, I am also known as the future and genius of the temple. Pick up my stick and go up to help those who need help.
The strength of these black monsters that somehow got into the city was not very high.
I quickly dispatched them, earning sobbing thanks from many around me.
But when I was puzzled and tried to find the source of the fish that slipped through the net.
In front of me, where these black monsters once appeared, there was a huge roar and more crying sounds.
The city where my brothers and masters had been stationed for more than a month was breached by that demon.
Those low-level monsters just rushed in through the broken gaps.
And those screams were the sounds of ordinary people running for their lives. While escaping, they did not forget to remind other families in the city to use their own methods to save the lives of the pigeons.
Because they don't have to be lucky anymore, probably no one can help them.
The crowd crying and fleeing was full of despair. The words I shouted made my hands and feet feel cold at that time.
Because these people shouted like this: The city was destroyed, the entire army was destroyed, and the monks of Dahuguo Temple died for their country.
When we heard these words, we were all stunned on the spot. Some of the younger brothers who could hold back their tears now started to cry together.
At this time, I looked around blankly and realized that I had become the most senior person in Daguo Huguo Temple.
When I was a child, I also dreamed about how glorious it would be to become an abbot.
Now, this important task falls on my head inexplicably.
I looked around at a loss, but found that no one taught me how to be a good abbot, and what should an abbot do?
But I know that now is no longer the time to ask for advice on these unnecessary things.
Now it's a question of how to survive among the vast black army.
I held a stick to resist the black monsters that rushed toward our temple one after another. I reminded the junior brothers behind me to run back to the temple, cover the door, and open all defenses.
I know clearly that those actions are useless. Eventually everyone in the temple will fall into it. In the desperate situation, I still hope that a miracle will happen. If I persist until the end, maybe there will be a dawn.
And I will fight for the maximum time for my brothers and sisters. If possible, it would be a good idea to drag this devil to death together.
Thinking of this, I touched my chest. The artifact of the Buddhist Kingdom, this is my last trump card and confidence.
Junior brothers who have listened to my order, hurry up. The door of the temple was closed, but at the last second, I kicked the last junior brother next to me in. But he sealed the entire door from the outside.
If the monsters break through here, it doesn't matter whether the door is sealed or not. If the monsters can be beaten back, there will naturally be survivors who can gently remove the shackles for them.
I just need to stop them briefly and don't let them reopen the door because of me.
Then I sat quietly in front of the temple, waiting for the arrival of the real leader of the monster army that had taken over the royal capital city.
Conquering this royal capital means that he has captured the last capital. As the final winner, he will definitely come to Dagokoku Temple to see the results of his battle.
What I have to do now is to ensure that I don't die among these dark monsters and wait until the person I want to wait for.
This process is really very long. I have always thought that I am a very powerful person, because both my master and my master say that I am a genius in our generation. I have already reached the level of a grand master at a young age. realm.
But when the demon I wanted to wait for arrived, there were mushroom corpses all around me. It was then that I realized that even great masters could be brought down by monsters like ants.
Just when I thought I couldn't hold on, a huge shadow appeared above my head. When I raised my head, I could tell at a glance that that was the culprit that caused all of this, and was the real demon that I had to wait for in the end. head.
I have never seen a person whose entire skin was blue and whose hair was red.
The burnt-yellow fangs stretched out from his mouth and shot straight into the sky. Just like the real devil among the monsters I saw, he had already lost his human form.
But his green eyes contained human wisdom and cunning.
He was probably also surprised as to why the master who had persisted here for so long was just a young monk who looked very young, right? "
The Supreme Master smiled softly when he said this. For him, these experiences were not horrible experiences at all, but something he was proud of. He was heroic and did not feel afraid even before death. Results.
If there are still human beings in their 12-country continent, today's stop will make his name the most famous scene among the 12 countries.
He will be forever recorded by poets and historical researchers.
As long as the person he protects lives, what else does he have to regret and fear?
