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The orcs fell into chaos under the fierce counterattack of Archangel, lacking the support of ship, their offensive appeared to be feeble. Although the ground forces were numerous, they were rendered ineffective against the high-intensity firepower of the mechs, like praying mantises facing a chariot. The fighter jets attempted to provide support in the air, but they were equally powerless against the fire god cannons of Archangel, with one after another being precisely shot down, disappearing in an instant.
Amidst this chaotic battle, only Chao'X narrowly survived, his fighter jet circling alone in the sky, witnessing the ground battle gradually turning into one-sided slaughter. Chao'X's calls and commands in the Communicator went unanswered, and he watched helplessly as his suppressed compatriots fell below, feeling an involuntary sense of powerlessness.
At this moment, Chao'X deeply understands that without the support of Huda'hu's warship, their battle has completely lost its advantage. He struggles in the air, trying to find a possibility for survival, but facing the iron-blooded combat power of Archangel, he also knows that this battle is already destined to end. Chao'X silently prays for his fallen comrades in his heart, while also seeking a path for his own survival.
The fighter controlled by Chao'X struggles in the smoke, as he tries to find an opportunity to break through Archangel's defense, but the fire god machine gun controlled by Feren is like an insurmountable line of defense, with its dense and precise bullets forming a death zone that cannot be approached. In a moment of carelessness, Chao'X's fighter wing is hit by the bullets of the fire god machine gun, causing violent turbulence and damage to the aircraft, with billowing smoke pouring out from the wing, making control increasingly difficult.
The fighter jet with damaged wings is like a wounded bird, losing some of its maneuverability. Chao'X desperately adjusts the control stick, trying to stabilize the trembling fighter jet, but the damage to the aircraft and the increasing smoke make everything particularly difficult. Unable to make a close-range attack, Chao'X can only feel immense frustration and helplessness in his heart. He knows that if he continues to force an attack, it will ultimately be a dead end.
Faced with such a desperate situation, Chao'X struggles in his heart, whether to persist or choose to retreat. But as the control of the fighter jet becomes increasingly uncontrollable, he realizes that he has little choice left. He takes a deep breath, trying to find a last chance, perhaps to find a glimmer of escape.
Chao'X was nervously maneuvering the fighter jet to evade the intense attacks of the fire god's machine guns, when suddenly the image of Razal flashed through his mind. The orc who always faced everything with an almost abnormal gentleness and calmness. In that moment, Chao'X mind was suddenly filled with scenes that Razal may have witnessed: the endless flames and thick smoke obscuring the sky, the symphony of death woven by guns and swords, the senseless killings and battles that continued endlessly.
In that extreme panic and despair, Chao'X felt an unprecedented sense of regret. He began to reflect on whether his actions along this path were truly correct and worthwhile as he had thought. Were the countless innocent lives sacrificed for the sake of his own selfish desires really necessary? Chao'X suddenly realized that Razal's gentleness and calmness might not be out of fear of battle, but rather a deep sense of helplessness and weariness towards this endless cycle of violence and slaughter.
At this moment, Chao'X's mind seems to have been purified to some extent. He began to question what this battle, all these sacrifices, were really for. The glory of the orcs? Or just a meaningless game of death. Chao'X's mind was filled with Chao'X and uncertainty, but one thing became clear - this kind of battle, this kind of lifestyle, may not be what he truly desires.
In front of Chao'X, everything became blurry. His fighter jet seemed like a soulless wreck, helplessly tumbling in the air, with each spin seemingly pulling away his last bit of consciousness. The air whistled past the wings as they plummeted at high speed, the sound like a whisper of the grim reaper, constantly echoing in his ears, reminding him of the approaching end.
He thought of his companions, of the days and nights they had spent together, the unrestrained laughter and unfulfilled dreams, all of which would now turn into nothingness with this fall. The breaking of the control stick was not just a mechanical failure, but the shattering of all his hopes. His fingers tried to grasp at every bit of hope in the air, but could only helplessly fall.
As the altitude rapidly decreased, Chao'X felt a strong dizziness, as if the whole world was challenging him, telling him that escape was hopeless. He looked at the ground rapidly approaching below, the end of his life, and all he could do was accept this fact. However, in that rapid descent, a strange calm rose in his heart, like the silence after a storm, and he knew where he was heading.
In the last few seconds of the fall, Chao'X's life quickly flashed before his eyes, the moments of joy and pain, victory and defeat, all became insignificant at this moment. He finally understood Razal's words, that there are too many unpredictable variables in life, and the only certainty is the peace and tranquility in this moment. The fighter jet finally crashed into the ground, and all the noise and Chao'X turned into silence in the explosion's light.
Razal stood quietly in the dilapidated house, witnessing the explosion through the dusty windows, like the brightest fireworks in the night sky, illuminating the ground. The shockwave of the explosion seemed to penetrate the windows and shake his soul. A strange intuition emerged in his heart, that it was Chao'X, his comrade who always faced everything with a hearty laugh, who chose the ultimate sacrifice for this meaningless war.
Razal did not cry, nor did he speak. His face was a calm detachment from emotions, as if all fear, sadness, and pain had been set aside in that moment. He walked slowly out of the room, step by step, with determination and heaviness. He did not look back, because he knew that the fire, the Chao'X, and the death behind him were no longer his concern.
Razal began to walk towards the nearby Da Shan peak, each step treading on the charred earth from the flames, leaving deep imprints on the ruins of this world. His figure, amidst the burning city and the explosions in the night sky, appeared particularly lonely and resolute. He was heading towards a new place, a place where he could reconsider the meaning of life, perhaps there he could find the true tranquility and answers within his heart.
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