Merging with Demon Spirits

The next day, at three o’clock in the afternoon.

As flags across the country flew at half-mast, the memorial service proceeded as scheduled.

The sky was overcast, as if it were about to rain, casting a somber mood.

The group of Lin Feng dressed in uniform black clothing, walked out of the hotel entrance, boarded a bus, and headed towards the former Land of Chaos station area.

The roads were lined with dense crowds of people, stretching as far as the eye could see, numbering at least over a million.

Both yesterday and today were special days, with many companies and factories granting a day off. People dressed in black or white heading towards a common destination, their expressions solemn and mournful, with occasional cries punctuating the air.

Even young children could sense the oppressive atmosphere and dared not make a fuss.

"This atmosphere is really stifling!"

On the bus, Little Sister Dong whispered.

"War is like this. If you only look at the number of casualties, this is a small number, hundreds of thousands are insignificant!"

Bu Zheng said slowly.

Since the fusion of the Other-dimensional Space Gates, wars have become commonplace.

Every Key battle is essentially a war, and the number of sacrifices is significant, often much more than this time.

It’s just that memorial services were not held before.

If they were held, there would be several a month.

While these commemorate heroes, if the frequency is too high, it makes people pessimistic and despairing about life, affecting various industries.

Therefore, major TV stations have tried to avoid this news as much as possible.

If unavoidable, they try to gloss over with casualty figures and avoid graphic images.

This time, the Space Gate fusion was too loud, attracting global attention, making it impossible to hide.

While the number of casualties wasn’t high, there was a significant loss of Kings and geniuses, with substantial impact, hence the memorial service.

"Thankfully the Space Gate is closed, otherwise the mood would be worse!"

Yun Tianqi sighed, looking at Lin Feng.

If Lin Feng hadn’t closed the Space Gate, people would have been more pessimistic and fearful, and the lives of the soldiers and volunteers who died in the Land of Chaos would seem meaningless.

Lin Feng silently watched this scene, saying nothing.

Having experienced the fall of Jiang City, he was accustomed to the fighting.

Accustomed to death.

The death of companions, the death of strangers, the death of enemies...

For him, death is actually a very normal thing!

But even in such an atmosphere, like Little Sister Dong, he still felt uncomfortable.

He did not want to attend such a memorial service. It pained him more than the bloody battles.

What should have been a half-hour journey took an hour and a half due to traffic congestion before they finally arrived at the destination.

The group disembarked, and before Lin Feng was a somewhat unfamiliar place.

The surrounding high-rise buildings were still there, unchanged, but what were once chaotic ruins were now clean and orderly, with the area cordoned off and soldiers with assault rifles maintaining order.

The white marble ground was covered with various flowers, and where the original Space Gate stood, seven memorial tablets appeared.

The seven memorial tablets, towering three meters high and over ten meters long, were made from a single marble slab, with the words "Heroes Live Forever" emblazoned in gold leaf.

Beneath the large words, there were small black and white photos on the monument, each name and life story different.

The gloomy weather and cries made the air heavy and breathing labored.

The relatives and friends of the deceased passed by the monument, including pregnant women, elderly with white hair, and young children.

They held number cards, searching line by line for photos on the monument, eyes quickly reddening and vision blurred with tears.

"Where’s Daddy?"

"I want Daddy!"

The cries of a child drew Lin Feng’s attention.

The child, crying out for his father, refused to leave, even as his mother held him, still struggling fiercely.

Some other young children looked on in confusion, bewildered by their surroundings, seeing their grandparents and mothers crying, not understanding what was happening.

"Luckily I didn’t die!"

Seeing those heartbroken faces, Lin Feng thought silently.

No one can guarantee survival in a Key battle, not even him with absolute certainty.

During a fight, unexpected events always occur.

If he had died, his family would be among those faces.

Lin Feng couldn’t imagine such a scene.

He didn’t want to see such grief, images of separation by death.

"The media is here too."

Lin Feng shifted his gaze, noting the presence of several photographers, even foreigners, which wasn’t surprising.

This Key battle concerned the whole world.

It was an unprecedented great victory, definitely worth reporting, to give people worried about the future confidence and courage.

To show those who have given up on life how tough their current life is and at what cost it came.

"Yang Ningbing and the others are there."

Yu Qiao pointed in a direction.

Lin Feng looked over and saw members of the Ten Great Clans of Shangjing, the Guardians, government and military figures, and executives from the professional clubs, including many familiar faces.

The arrival of Lin Feng’s team drew significant attention.

During this Land of Chaos event, Lin Feng’s team performed exceptionally, with achievements hailed as the best.

They even killed over a dozen Kings, not to mention the Alien Race prodigies, with Lin Feng’s team reportedly defeating at least a thousand Abnormal People, an astonishing feat.