Three days ago, the Divine Cabinet officially released a global announcent.
The content of the announcent was simple.
In Thunder Sacrifice City, 31 Alien Race Grandmasters were publicly executed as blood debt repaid with blood.
At the sa ti, the Divine Cabinet officially released a piece of historical footage, lasting 2 hours and 52 minutes, the docuntary titled "Divine Land Mountains and Rivers".
This footage was directly screened in major cinemas across the Divine Land in a rated format, with anyone aged 16 as a mature citizen able to purchase tickets at the lowest price in history.
The price of this movie ticket was so low it only covered the electricity bills and daily wear and tear for each cinema.
So cinemas collected only a 5-yuan fee.
Three days.
This docuntary called "Divine Land Mountains and Rivers" swept through all social dia, overwhelming everyone's friend circles.
This is a purely docuntary film.
The cara shook, unclear and sotis censored due to its extrely bloody nature.
Yet everything recorded in the footage could not be more real.
The brutal war gripping, as if one were present.
Everywhere was a shattered city, ruins and debris, corpses covering the ground, endless in sight.
At the mont of national collapse and family destruction, one fearless Martial Artist after another hurled themselves forward.
One second, everyone was chatting and laughing; the next, I was carrying your corpse back, wanting to cry but forgetting how!
Segnt after segnt of life and death separation may have left history numb.
A father wielded his sword, bidding farewell to his daughter, unable to blow out the candles on her birthday cake.
A husband bid farewell to his wife; before leaving, the wife specifically wore her wedding dress from their marriage.
A mother bid farewell to her son, specifically making beef pies.
A young man, before leaving, placed a Yagami An figurine and a cup of milk tea beside his childhood friend's tombstone, then embarked on his journey.
No matter how much reluctance there is, soone always needs to sacrifice.
Those years were soaked with hot blood.
In the latter part of the docuntary, the daughter who once held the birthday cake was grown; she and her husband went to the cetery to pay respects to her father.
That sa year, she bade farewell to her husband heading to the Wet Ghost Tower just as she did for her father.
This ti, she wore the wedding dress, holding the cake.
The mother who bid farewell to her son never made beef pies again in this lifeti because her son never returned.
Next to the tombstone with the Yagami An figurine was another new tombstone.
The young man's comrade placed a Kyo Kusanagi figurine and a bottle of beer at the foot of his tombstone.
The atmosphere in the cinema was frozen, with many wiping their tears; many viewers were disabled.
Those were not scenes from a movie.
This was history.
These were once the scars of the Divine Land.
Victory is never a simple declaration.
This is the sacrifice of countless people, endless scars.
Beneath the sky blooming with flowers hides the blood and tears of innurable heroic spirits.
Previously, the authorities kept these materials sealed for the people's stability.
But now, the Divine Land is gradually standing firm.
So glory must not and cannot be forgotten.
These heroes must be rembered by the descendants.
The film ends with the Yangxiang Race holding Thunder Slash Platform, consecutively executing 28 Divine Land Grandmasters.
These decapitated Divine Land Grandmasters belonged to: Yan Gui Corps, Miracle Corps, Bianhan Corps, Zhao Qi Corps, Wei Yuan Corps, Zhenqin Corps, Shenchu Corps.
The seven major corps of the Divine Land, each had sacrificed major generals.
Even strong figures from the Governor's Mansion and Cabinet Institute were sacrificed.
This is the disgrace of the Divine Land.
The film ends with the blade falling.
Even after death, the 28 Grandmasters continued to endure eternal pain, unable to rest in peace.
At that ti, the Alien Race was overwhelming, invincible in every direction.
At that ti, the Divine Land could only mourn collectively, unable to do anything.
As the film reaches this point, all Martial Artists viewing tightly clenched their fists; everyone could feel that piercing sha and anger.
Though this is century-old historical footage, not a single person could remain calm.
The hatred towards the Alien Race... irreconcilable.
In the epilogue, the screen began to switch; inspiring music arose, the history of the Divine Land began to flash.
The Great Qin of the Ancient Era, military formations march with vigor, battle flags fluttering, solemn and cold, stepping forward continuously.
The brilliance of the Golden Age of Tang, the ancient pinnacle, the marching direction of the troops, always forward.
The disgrace of the Divine Land at the end of the Qing Dynasty, countless forebears barely clothed and fed, yet they raised their arms and bravely charged into battle, the battered corps marching in formation, tenaciously forward.
In the 21st century, the Divine Land stood once more atop the world, with the globe amazed by the Divine Land's three army divisions, heads held high, proud and moving forward.
22nd-century catastrophe, we drew our swords and relentlessly fought for 6 centuries.
Now, in the 27th century, the age of high martial prowess.
Our seven major war corps of the Divine Land still marching in orderly formation, leading the world forward.
No matter how shattered the mountains and rivers, regardless of changes in the world or the universe, the Divine Land consistently advances.
We will stumble.
We will fall behind.
But the Divine Land will ultimately rise, facing wind and rain and advancing against the odds.
From the dawn of humanity, during any major event, the Divine Land has never been absent.
From ancient tis to now, the Divine Land... has always been the protagonist, always will be the protagonist.
The scenes continue to flash.
The light screen frantically switches through armies of the Divine Land from various eras.
The sa perspective, the sa faces, the sa determined gazes.
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