Soul Weapon Awakening, My Weapon Is A Harmonica Chapter 5
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A black harmonica slowly emerged from the formation in the void. The body of the harmonica was pitch-black, with complicated musical notes carved on it.
The aura faintly emitted from the harmonica seemed to be affecting Copperfield's soul power.
Seeing this, Dipsy, who was far away, finally felt relieved. He wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.
"Hahaha, it's just a useless soul. It seems that this generation is also the end of the Russell Family!"
The harmonica slowly fell into Copperfield's palm from the void. Copperfield looked at the harmonica in his hand, and a trace of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
Copperfield immediately calmed down. It was just a soul. His father had never used a soul before. Yet who in Titan dared to doubt his strength?
From time to time, waves of laughter came from below the stage.
"Hahaha, can this harmonica be considered a soul?"
"As expected, trash is trash. I only hope that you can play your soul at the frontlines and beg the magical beasts not to kill you!"
"Today's awakening ceremony ends here!"
"The military enlistment ceremony begins!"
The old soul master's voice rang out, stopping everyone's discussion.
At this moment, a general walked up to the awakening platform and stood in front of the old soul master.
"Now that everyone has awakened their own tool souls, are you willing to respond to the country's call and enter the Soul Academy at the frontlines to further your soul cultivation in order to slay Magical Beasts for the country?"
"Joining the army, protecting the country, and going to the battlefield! This is the supreme glory!"
The young people below the stage were infected by this warm atmosphere.
Today, this group of young people was here to participate in the awakening ceremony, for what purpose?
It was very simple.
To enlist in the army!
To go to the frontlines, to hunt magical beasts, to open up a home for humanity, to reclaim the southern border!
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And now, in this world, all the humans had retreated to the southern border. Although the number of humans had been drastically reduced under the invasion of magical beasts, the southern border was too small.
It was so small that it was impossible to accommodate such a large population.
Under such circumstances, everyone, all the youths, had only one goal in participating in the awakening ceremony -- to rush to the front lines! To expand the territory!
Such a simple goal. Now that the awakening ceremony had ended, everyone held their breaths and looked at the soldiers on the stage quietly.
They saw.
After a short while, rows of coffins were carried out from the back by the soldiers on the front line. The coffins emitted a strong and pungent smell of blood.
Under the stimulation of the smell of blood, all the young people frowned.
At this moment, Copperfield frowned.
Back then, his father should have done the same!
But, who put his father's corpse into the coffin?
Never!
The nobles of the world only knew that it was his father who failed to defend the northern border. They only knew that it was his father who turned Titan City into ruins.
However, they did not know that his father was the one who willingly sacrificed himself on the battlefield, opening up a bloody path to safety with his own life, so that the millions of citizens of Titan City were able to retreat safely!
One hundred thousand northern border warriors were all killed in battle!
Among the millions of citizens of Titan City, not a single one of them died at the mouth of a magical beast!
This was the glory of a warrior!
He would rather die with his sword on his back!
Back then, Copperfield was only thirteen years old. At the age of thirteen, he was training by his father's side. He still remembered what his father said the most: the purpose of training with weapons was to let more people not need to pick up weapons!
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Every time Copperfield thought of this sentence, his heart would tremble.
With such a hero as his father, he had no regrets in his life!
However, such a hero who died gloriously in battle was still not dead. Even the entire Russell family was cursed because of this. The evil of the nobles in the world, Copperfield could no longer describe it with words.
Since it was evil.
Then let it be evil!
Thinking of this, Copperfield raised his head and looked at the rows of coffins in front of him. The coffins were filled with the corpses of the frontline warriors!
On top, the white cloth had been lifted. Upon closer inspection, there was not a single complete corpse!
Under such circumstances, all the youths sucked in a breath of cold air. How tragic was the battle with the magical beasts? As for the millions of warriors, less than 10,000 people were able to return safely every year!
Under everyone's shocked and horrified circumstances, on the stage, the general coldly spoke.
"Today's awakening ceremony has all ended."
"I believe that everyone has awakened their souls."
"I don't care if you have awakened a support-type soul or a battle-type soul. In short, I only want to ask one question!"
"A million soldiers are defending the southern border! The frontlines are in a dire situation! Corpses are everywhere! The foreign army is still invading our race, intending to wipe out our human race!"
"Do you want to swallow your anger, or do you want to fight back?"
As soon as he finished his sentence, a cold wind blew on the general's body. Following that, a crystal long spear appeared in his hand. The long spear trembled in the air.
At this moment, everyone was standing in the square. They looked at the statue of Cavendish and looked towards the north.
In the north, lots and lots of lands were already lost.
Magical beasts slaughtered all living beings. Millions, tens of millions of people had lost their lives at the mouths of magical beasts.
How could they swallow this!
"I..."
At this moment, in the square, a young man's body was trembling. While trembling, he clenched his fists.
In the next moment, a high-pitched voice burst out from his mouth!
"Attack them!"
"We have to attack them!"
"Kill them all! Kill all the magical beasts! Reclaim the northern borders!"
Silence!
After the roar ended, the entire place fell silent. Everyone turned to look at the young man.
Before long, another voice rang out.
"Let all attack them!"
"Let's charge our way back!"
"Enlist!"
"Go to the frontlines! ! If the country gets destroyed, where will we all end up?"
"Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
In just a short moment, the entire plaza was filled with the sounds of killing!
The young noble lady looked at all the indignant youths in the plaza and laughed coldly. Just a moment ago, she had awakened the most powerful soul in her family!
"Then, let's all charge our way back!"
The general looked at the crowd below the stage and shouted.
"Are you willing to?"
"Enlist!"
"Enlist!!"
"Enlist!!!"
In unison, a deafening roar resounded throughout the square.
At this moment, the general on the stage noticed Copperfield, who had been silent the entire time.
He asked once again.
"Are you willing to?"
Copperfield raised his head, and the gazes of the audience instantly focused on Copperfield alone.
Under the burning gazes.
Copperfield spoke indifferently.
"I refuse."
As soon as he finished speaking, the youth raised his eyes. The flames hidden within his gaze were directed at the stunned general on the stage.
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