1115: C1115 Funeral

C1115 Funeral

Back to the Non-Phase Qin Family. Qin Wentian had been waiting for them for a long time.

When he saw Monarch Stage Expert and Qin Wentian from afar, he flew out and shouted, "Congratulations, Young Lord! You have returned victorious with my son from the Qin Family!"

Although, this time, one-fifth of the warriors sent by the Qin Family had not returned. But now was not the time to be sad. How could there be no deaths in the war?

At the moment of the battle, every warrior was ready to die!

As long as death was meaningful, then there was no need to care so much!

It was true that the death of all the warriors from the Human Clan of Eastern Domain had a great significance this time!

When Qin Wentian landed in front of Lin Hao, Lin Hao nodded and said: "The Qin Family must give special treatment to the descendants of the families who have lost their warriors this time. Tomorrow, a grand funeral will be held!"

"Yes, Young Lord!" Qin Wentian said respectfully.

Although Qin Wentian had already guessed that Lin Hao was not Young Lord, He was the master of Qin Family, but he had always addressed Lin Hao in the name of Young Lord.

. . .

The next day.

At the back mountain of Qin Family.

All the warriors of the Qin Family were present.

A huge tomb had been built in the back mountain.

On the tombstone, the names of every warrior who represented the Qin Family and died in the war for the Human Clan of Eastern Domain were written.

There were no corpses in this huge tomb, because almost all the people who died in that war had turned into ashes!

What was buried in the great tomb were the items left behind by those martial artists who had died in battle in the Qin Family.

This was a cenotaph.

Everyone's expression was solemn, solemn, and sad.

In the arena, there were many people who already had tears streaming down their faces, but no one cried out.

These heroic souls who had died in battle were the heroes of Human Clan. Heroes didn't need to cry to see them off!

Actually, the Qin Family wasn't the only one with the bloodline of Qin Family. There were many clansmen with other surnames. They were the members that the Qin Family had recruited during the ten thousand years of development.

Lin Hao stood at the front of the group, facing the tomb. He solemnly saluted as a warrior and said in a loud voice, "All of you have fought for the Human Clan. You have paid the price of your lives, and won this war for the Human Clan!

Your sacrifice has saved countless lives of the Human Clan of Eastern Domain. The Human Clan of Eastern Domain, Qin Family, and I, Lin Hao will never forget all of you!

Heroes, let's go home!

Heroes, don't go too fast. I hope that you can see our home in another form. . . The Eastern Domain, the entire True Martial World, will have no more war troubles!

Please believe me. This day will definitely come, and it won't be long!

I also hope that all of you can be at ease. I, Lin Hao, guarantee that the Qin Family will never give up on your descendants! "

Lin Hao's voice echoed throughout the entire scene.

A moment later, an old woman whose eyes were red with tears trembled slightly, but her expression was unusually firm. She said, "Young Lord, my son will die for the Human Clan. This is the glory of the Zhang Family. Besides, the descendants of the old Zhang Family will never shrink back from the war! "

The old woman was holding a three or four-year-old girl in her hand.

The girl wanted to cry out loud. She already knew what death meant. Not long ago, her grandfather and mother had also died in the battle with the foreign race. They had never appeared again. Now, her father was also dead. He would never appear again!

Lin Hao turned around and walked to the old woman. He squatted down and placed his hands on the girl's shoulders. He said, "It's me. I'm sorry. "

Regardless of whether the deaths of the Human Clan's sons were meaningful or not, it didn't matter.

However, Lin Hao was the one who led the army to the Qin Family.

He didn't bring them back alive. This was his responsibility!

"Young Lord. . . I am Zhang Qin. " The girl said, teardrops the size of beans. She kept biting her lips. There was no sound of crying, so she paused. The girl said again, "Young Lord, Qin Er doesn't blame you. Father said that Qin'er's grandfather and mother. . . They are all heroes of our Human Clan. He also wants to be a hero. Daddy also told Qin Er to grow up. I also want to be a female hero!"

Even Lin Hao, who had experienced two lives, had tears in his eyes at this moment. He gently wiped the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes and said: "I believe that Qin'er can also become a female hero, but not a hero like them, but a female hero who will bring peace to the Human Clan!"

The girl didn't quite understand what Lin Hao meant.

But she still nodded heavily.

Except for the old woman and the girl, Zhang Qin.

There were also many families of martial artists who had died in battle.

Lin Hao stood up and looked at them with respect.

He walked back to the front.

He turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, the casualties this time is not the end, but the beginning. However, I also hope that the sacrifices will be smaller and smaller. "

After saying that, Lin Hao looked at Qin Wentian and shouted, "Qin Wentian, you have prepared well. One day, you will die on the battlefield for the Human Clan!"

Qin Wentian, who was a Monarch Stage Cultivation Level, had a serious expression on his face. He took a step forward and said, "I have already prepared for this!"

Lin Hao nodded his head and shouted, "This True God Sword is given to you. I hope that you can use this sword to kill more foreign races and raise the prestige of the Human Clan!"

The True God Sword that Patriarch and Ling Canghai had obtained from the Ling Family flew towards Qin Wentian with a swoosh.

Qin Wentian received the True God Sword with a shocked expression. He had never thought that Lin Hao would reward him with such a Heavy Treasure. He immediately said, "Young Lord. . . "

Lin Hao interrupted him and said, "You are a Monarch Stage from the Qin Family. The True God Sword is in your hands. I hope that you won't disgrace the sharpness of this sword. If the next war breaks out, bring back the head of a Monarch Stage from another race!"

Qin Wentian took a deep breath and said solemnly, "The next war will start again. I, Qin Wentian, swear to kill the enemy Monarch Stage!"

Although Lin Hao also used a sword, he already had his natal divine weapon, the Tianhen sword. Even though this sword was a True God Level treasure from the Ling Family, it was still far from being as handy as the Heavenly Marks Sword. If he gave this sword to Qin Wentian, even if Qin Wentian was only a Early Monarch Stage, he would still have the ability to fight a Monarch Stage warrior!

"Qin Lan, step out!" Lin Hao shouted again, and a female Saint Stage from the Qin Family stepped out.

"This is Imperial Armament's inner armor, it's for you to protect yourself!" Lin Hao said.

Qin Lan took the inner armor from Imperial Armament and said, "Qin Lan will not let Young Lord down. Next time the war starts, we will kill the enemy Saint Stage!"

"Liu Hua, step out!"

Liu Hua was the commander of the Qin Family's guards. He was a Third Level of Saint Stage cultivation, and Lin Hao had given him one as well.

At this point, including the armor given to Tao Yuan, Lin Hao had already taken out four pieces of Imperial Armament's armor. The gains from this battle were only left with one Ares-Class Sword that he had gotten from Feathered Grand Sage.

As for this saber, Lin Haozan had yet to find a suitable candidate.

Although the Qin Family also had warriors with sabers, it wasn't a good thing to have a Divine Weapon without the strength of a Great Saint.0

The only Great Saint in Qin Family was the current Lord of Qin Family, Qin Cang. However, Qin Cang already possessed Qin Wentian's Top Grade Imperial Armament, the Heavenly Questioning Sword. Furthermore, he wasn't good at using sabers. Therefore, Lin Hao didn't deal with the Ares-Class Sword for the time being.

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