SFS Chapter 38 Shura Battlefield
Chapter 38 Shura Battlefield
Chapter 38 Shura Battlefield
I do not know how long it has been.
Jiang Siming kept swinging the Juexian Sword, gradually forgetting where he was. The sword intent around him continued to strengthen, as if it was about to tear apart this white space.
Finally, Jiang Siming suddenly stopped, holding the Juexian Sword and pointing it towards the sky. The sword turned into golden light and merged into Jiang Siming's body.
At this moment, Jiang Siming seemed to be a sword, and the sword was himself. The sharp sword intent of the Juexian Sword gushed out from Jiang Siming's soul.
"The artistic conception of the sword is really hard to fathom. Isn't it that the sword has become me? Or is it that the sword is originally me?" Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly, and the scars on his body had healed before he knew it. After saying this, Jiang Siming restrained his sword intention.
"No matter why I came to this white space, it seems that I need the recognition of the other three swords." Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly.
It turns out that I have never understood my martial soul, and I just used it as a tool. Without thoughts, is it really reliable to be strong for no reason? If you gain power, but don't know where it comes from, when will it go?
Jiang Siming thought for a while and walked towards the Sword of Killing Immortals.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Siming could only see the Immortal-Slaying Sword right there, but it felt like it had never gotten closer.
As Jiang Siming walked, the white space around him gradually turned gray. Jiang Siming seemed to have walked through countless eras, experiencing a loneliness he had never experienced before.
The white around had been consumed, leaving only endless darkness and the Immortal-Slaying Sword in the distance that had never approached.
Jiang Siming gradually changed from a young man to an old man. He even forgot what he was going to do. He just walked towards the sword in front of him. Jiang Siming gradually forgot what he was going to do. He even forgot his name.
"Who am I?" Jiang Siming paused for the first time. Loneliness and strangeness filled his heart.
Jiang Siming finally fell down slowly. He closed his eyes unwillingly, and at the last moment of closing his eyes, he still stared at the Immortal-Slaying Sword in the distance, which was so far away and out of reach that he had forgotten the name of it.
When Jiang Siming opened his eyes again.
He appeared in a battlefield, blood was flying everywhere. There were dead bodies of unknown people around him. Countless arrows whizzed past Jiang Siming.
The "ding, ding" sound of swords clashing and the shouts of battle stimulated Jiang Siming's eardrums.
Jiang Siming's mind flashed through unfamiliar scenes. Killing, killing, and more killing.
"Who am I? Why am I here?" Jiang Siming tried desperately to recall, feeling the bodies falling in front of him one after another. Suddenly, blood splashed on Jiang Siming's face. His eyes turned bright red. In Jiang Siming's eyes, the world turned blood red, like a murderous hell.
"General!"
There was a quick shout. When Jiang Siming turned around, the soldier who had just called out to him was pierced through the chest by a sword, and blood splattered again.
"No!" Jiang Siming shouted desperately. He didn't know when he was wearing armor. He held the Immortal-Slaying Sword he had been looking for, but he had forgotten it.
Jiang Siming slowly raised his head. Countless enemies came from all directions. The soldiers guarding him fell one by one. Jiang Siming didn't even know his name.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Jiang Siming shouted like crazy. He ran towards the enemy frantically, swinging the Immortal-Slaying Sword non-stop. Every swing took away a life.
There are no fighting skills, no sword techniques. This is the most primitive, brutal and bloody massacre.
"I am the vanguard general of the Southern Kingdom, Jiang Siming!" Jiang Siming shouted, not just to vent, but also to wake up the soldiers who had been sleeping forever.
"I am the vanguard general of the Southern Kingdom, Jiang Siming!" Jiang Siming didn't know how long he had been shouting, nor did he know how many people he had killed.
When the shouting stopped, there was silence all around. It seemed that Jiang Siming was the only one still alive. Jiang Siming had lost count of the number of arrows and wounds on his body. The dark armor had turned blood red. The clothes soaked in blood made Jiang Siming feel as if he was in water, unable to escape. The pungent smell of blood made Jiang Siming unable to breathe.
All the enemies died, but all the subordinates died too.
Jiang Siming looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, looking at the endless field! Looking at the blood! Looking at his bloody hands, he could no longer tell whether it was the enemy's blood or the blood shed by his own subordinates to protect him.
The shouts from behind Jiang Siming rang out again.
"We must win! We must win! We must win!"
The reinforcements from the Southern Kingdom finally arrived, but of the Southern Kingdom’s soldiers who remained, only the vanguard general Jiang Siming was left.
"Congratulations, General, for your success in defeating the enemy. Another great feat." A middle-aged man who looked like a civil servant stood out from the reinforcements and congratulated.
Jiang Siming wanted to walk up to him and ask him, "Why? Why did you come just now?"
But with every step Jiang Siming took, the middle-aged man took a step back, and the reinforcements who came also took a step back.
Jiang Siming saw fear in their eyes, as if he was a madman who only knew how to kill.
Jiang Siming joined the army at the age of 16 and served for years. He created countless myths, and everyone called him the God of War. The people of the Southern Kingdom worshipped Jiang Siming as their guardian. Even three-year-old children knew that as long as Jiang Siming, the vanguard general of the Southern Kingdom, was alive, the Southern Kingdom would have no worries. I'm afraid they all gradually forgot that the vanguard troops and the vanguard general were only there to scout the enemy.
"General, His Majesty had already predicted that you would win the first battle. He asked me to prepare a celebratory banquet in advance. I am here late, and you have lived up to everyone's expectations and successfully repelled the enemy." The middle-aged civil servant seemed to have mustered up his courage, stopped retreating, bowed and said.
"Hahaha, a celebratory banquet! Hahahaha!" Jiang Siming laughed like crazy!
The middle-aged civil servant and the tens of thousands of reinforcements behind him were all frightened by the sudden laughter and showed fear in their eyes.
"Celebration wine? Go drink it! I want to collect the bodies of my brothers." Jiang Siming inserted the Immortal Killing Sword into the ground. The sword was the boundary, and no one dared to cross it. Jiang Siming turned his back, leaving behind only a lonely back, a back full of inexplicable emotions.
From then on, the Southern Kingdom no longer had its vanguard general Jiang Siming. The border battlefield had a new corpse collector whom no one dared to offend.
After decades of wind and rain, Jiang Siming has become an old man. But the Immortal-killing Sword still stands there, and no one dares to pull it out. The sword has long been rusted. Maybe it's because he's old? Jiang Siming has forgotten who he is again? What he wants to do? He just repeatedly carries corpses, and hates the sword stuck in the ground as always.
Occasionally, a few young soldiers from the Southern Kingdom would curiously ask their generals, "Who is that old man?"
The general would only say that he was a hero of our southern country. It was the same old saying: "As long as he is alive, the southern country will have no worries."
Finally, Jiang Siming seemed unable to move the corpse anymore. He sat quietly beside the Sword of Immortal Slaying, waiting for death to come.
"Sir."
A childish voice woke Jiang Siming up again. He raised his eyelids with difficulty, revealing his already cloudy eyes.
"Old man, why are you here alone?" The young man had obviously just joined the army and was wondering whether he was out of curiosity or pity.
(End of this chapter)