"Hope!? Dyed the sky lead and filled the chest with gunpowder smoke. The shells fell all around, turning into pieces regardless of the enemy or our side... The blood was filled with blood, and the eyes were splashed with blood. After being washed away by tears, they were splashed with new blood until the tear ducts dried up and the dirty blood condensed on the eyes. Everything in sight was blood red... I couldn't even hear my own heartbeat, only piercing screams and hoarse hisses... This is hell. Do you want me to remember hope in hell?"
"Warner, in my country, there is an ancient legend. According to legend, there is a pair of divine birds named 'Phoenix', which have been flying for five hundred years. Carrying all the hatred and grievances accumulated in the world, they gathered incense trees and flew into the Temple of the Sun. They burned themselves on the altar, exchanging the end of their lives for peace and happiness in the world. After enduring great pain, the first one was reborn in the ashes with a better body."
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Thousands of people have fallen on the battlefield for wealth, power and honor, while tens of millions of people have died in wars for stability and peace.
Who is it? Will be the last victim. Representing the world, carrying everything on its back, the phoenix rises from the ashes and is reborn from the ashes.
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