"I know you are very disappointed with me." Mu Ci said this with a smile still on his face, "But what do you want me to do? You are too greedy. You cannot have both. You must make a choice between the stars and the earth."
But soon Mu Ci and Cheng An won't worry about it anymore, because even making a choice has become a luxury. The universe is still silent and cold, but the war has begun, but the opponents do not see each other, and it is life and death.
Insulter of the country, politician, god of war, prophet... These names no longer concern him, even the once important people who passed by in his life. Facing the huge and frightening battlefield, Mu Ci felt a sense of relief, and his desire for battle brought about a long-lost blood rush.
"In today's battle, I should encourage you all. In the name of the country, I would rather be broken into pieces. Even if you are defeated, you will still be honored."