Playing a DPS Role with Absolute Defense-Chapter 280 - 278: The Grand Show Begins!

Looking at Bai Yuanhao’s expression and actions on the screen, a bad thought rose in Su Mo’s heart.

However, before Su Mo could ask again, Bai Yuanhao spoke once more: "The star realm we are in is called the Yanhuang Star Realm. After you arrive, send me a message, and I’ll come to pick you up. As long as it’s within the Yanhuang Star Realm, I can instantly reach you. Alright, I have something to attend to here, so I won’t say more."

After speaking, Bai Yuanhao hung up the communication without giving Su Mo a chance to react.

At this moment, Su Mo’s face was extremely grim. Although the White War God hadn’t said anything, there was already a sense of foreboding in his heart.

The phantasm of the giant tree naturally heard the conversation between Su Mo and Bai Yuanhao and learned about the star realm where Su Mo was located.

Seeing Su Mo, who looked indescribably grim, the phantasm of the giant tree sighed heavily: "I have already opened the space channel to the Yanhuang Star Realm for you. At your speed, it should take about three days. You should hurry back."

As the words fell, a dark space channel appeared in front of Su Mo.

Although he had already guessed from his previous conversation with another human, even if Su Mo rushed to the Yanhuang Star Realm at his fastest speed, it was likely he wouldn’t see his master one last time.

But he didn’t voice these thoughts.

After all, this matter had nothing to do with him, and speaking up would only offend the powerful human in front of him, so there was no need.

Su Mo nodded slightly and entered the space channel without saying a word.

The space channel of the War Giant Tree tribe was far better than the space channel he used to get here before; it was clear someone maintained it.

But at this moment, Su Mo had no intention of observing such things; he only hoped to reach Earth quickly.

...

Upon learning that Su Mo had already started his return, Tu Hongwu began making grand preparations.

As for what he was preparing, it was naturally his own funeral.

Tu Hongwu first glanced sideways at the elderly man who remained by his side and asked, "Sir, how long until my disciple can return?"

The elderly man looked up at the sky, his eyes slightly squinting, and after a moment, he said, "At his current speed, he should arrive around this time the day after tomorrow."

Tu Hongwu nodded slightly, his blood-red robe fluttering in the wind, and after contemplating the sun on the horizon for a moment, he spoke, "Hmm, I understand. In that case, I can die the day after tomorrow."

As he spoke, Tu Hongwu waved his blood-red robe, appearing full of vigor.

It was as if he wasn’t saying he would die in three days, but rather, projecting a grand vision for the future of the Human Race.

Chu Tian, full of frustration, watched Tu Hongwu, who was pondering how exactly to die, with a desire to rush up and give him a kick or two.

Really shameless, truly too shameless!

Forget it, the minds of those who play tactics are all dirty; it’s better to stay away from them in the future!

Thinking this, Chu Tian turned and left, not wanting to stay and watch this person try to fake his death to deceive his disciple.

[This is CCTC Tower TV Station, interrupting with a special news bulletin. Just now, our respected Grand Marshal of the Army, Blood Slaughter God Tu Hongwu, has, despite his terminal condition, signed a peace treaty with the Dragon Race. Stay tuned for the live broadcast.]

As the screen changed, Tu Hongwu, gaunt and stooped like a living corpse, appeared on TV.

Despite wearing his iconic crimson robe, his once signature red hair and beard had turned completely white.

Not far away stood an elderly man appearing to be of the same age as Tu Hongwu, the only difference being a pair of large dragon horns protruding from his forehead.

"I am the highest representative of the Dragon Race. This time, I represent the Dragon Race in formally signing a peace treaty with Mr. Tu, establishing a friendly relationship with the Human Race, for mutual benefit, support, common progress, and harmonious development toward a better universe."

"Additionally, the Dragon Race will provide resources from 30 divine level experts to help the Human Race cultivate more divine level experts and establish a space channel between the Humans and Dragons..."

As Tu Hongwu, trembling, signed on the ordinary A4 paper and shook hands with the elder, the agreement was officially reached.

The whole world rejoiced, with TV and live platforms praising Tu Hongwu.

However, some attentive individuals noticed that Tu Hongwu now needed assistance even to walk, illustrating the severe state of his health.

One must know that, setting everything else aside, Tu Hongwu’s strength was top three among the entire Human Race, not only being the second human to become divine but also reaching the pinnacle of higher divine powers.

At this moment, merely needing support to walk was a sight that broke people’s hearts.

Some veterans, upon seeing Tu Hongwu’s current state, couldn’t help but feel desolate, remembering the once proud Marshal Tu Hongwu, now reduced to this condition.

Indeed, since ancient times, famous generals, like beauties, are not allowed to grow old in the eyes of the world.

Marshal Tu has truly aged.

This veteran War God, who has toiled a lifetime for the Human Race, has truly reached his twilight years.

Amidst the paeans, the TV broadcast ended.

Yet, in the afternoon, another piece of urgent news arrived, this time bringing bad news.

[Breaking News: Marshal Tu Hongwu, Mr. Tu, suddenly fainted at 3 PM today. After evaluation by several divine level experts, it was concluded that Marshal Tu’s organs have all failed, and his origins have completely withered. The Dragon Race has provided substantial resources to extend his life, but the results remain unsatisfactory.]

The release of this news left everyone on Earth stunned, as no one expected such a turn of events shortly after Tu Hongwu appeared in the morning and signed a peace treaty with the Dragon Race.

Though they had already prepared, knowing Mr. Tu Hongwu had little time left, the unfolding events were too swift.

So swift that they couldn’t react.

Numerous divine level experts from different warzones, upon receiving the news, were already heading back to Earth.

Although they were unwilling to see such an event, they knew that if they didn’t return now, they might miss their last chance to see Marshal Tu.

Countless divine level experts once supported or taught by Tu Hongwu felt an immense weight on their hearts at this moment.

Numerous Human Race soldiers on the battlefield wore mournful expressions, like gunpowder barrels ready to explode, needing only the smallest spark to ignite them.

The next day, Tu Hongwu’s condition deteriorated further, and he completely lost consciousness.

Once this news was out, the internet was filled with widespread mourning, with countless people willing to sacrifice their lives to save Commander Tu, even if only for one more day.

Many also felt profound sorrow over a life spent on the battlefield, with Tu Hongwu not dying in combat but falling to illness—truly a tragic fate.

At this point, only one day remained until Su Mo’s arrival back on Earth.