Playing a DPS Role with Absolute Defense-Chapter 282 - 280: Master, I’m Back!

"Marshal Tu"

"Marshal Tu, you..."

"Marshal Tu..."

A group of Divine Level warriors saw Tu Hongwu waking up and began to speak; most of them had just returned in recent days.

The others, who knew Tu Hongwu was preparing to fake his death, were assigned other tasks as he feared they might give him away.

And now this body is actually Tu Hongwu’s own, which Old Long recreated by capturing a space segment earlier, perfectly replicating Tu Hongwu’s body ratio on-site.

Previously, Tu Hongwu planned to make Su Mo believe he died without leaving a body, claiming he cremated his own body.

But upon reconsidering, dying half an hour before Su Mo returned only to be cremated was clearly inappropriate.

If Su Mo found out who cremated him, he might scatter the ashes on the spot.

Even the previous claim of sacrificing his body to the Human Emperor Cauldron had its flaws.

Thus, when Old Long proposed this method, Tu Hongwu immediately changed his plan.

Facing people’s calls, Tu Hongwu squeezed out a weak smile on his gaunt face and shakily raised his hand to make a gesture for silence.

The somewhat noisy hall instantly quieted down.

"My body is failing."

"Marshal Tu, you’re going to be okay..."

Tu Hongwu shook his head: "I know my own body, this is probably the last time I’ll awaken; has my apprentice returned yet."

A group of Divine Level warriors looked at each other, silence falling over them once more.

Tu Hongwu lowered his head slightly, speaking somewhat despondently: "It’s a pity, I haven’t personally pinned the Ten-Star War God Medal on him, haven’t witnessed the birth of the Human Race’s first Ten-Star War God, nor seen someone truly inherit the Human Emperor Cauldron.

Even when I’m about to die, he hasn’t returned..."

"Marshal Tu, Su War God is already on his way back; White War God said he would arrive home soon, and you will surely pin the Ten-Star War God Medal on him personally."

"That’s right, White War God also mentioned, Su War God has already obtained the medication for your treatment; once he’s back, you’ll be saved."

"Yes, Marshal Tu, you must take care of yourself!"

"Marshal Tu!"

"Take care of yourself!"

Tu Hongwu raised his hand gently, and the surrounding quieted again.

"Once I’m gone, the Human Race needs a true formidable successor, only then it will not be bullied like before; my apprentice is the best candidate, you must assist him well in the future.

Alright, don’t stay here any longer, this old man wants some peace, oh, is Su Yu here."

Tu Hongwu’s calling of this name left all Divine Level warriors stunned.

Because they had no idea who Su Yu was.

Just as everyone was puzzled, a Silver Level figure slowly squeezed through the Divine Level warriors and walked in.

Su Yu’s eyes were slightly red, she quietly called out, "Marshal Tu."

Tu Hongwu nodded and smiled, gesturing for her to come closer.

"You must be Su Mo’s sister, Su Yu, what a good child, I’ve heard you raised Su Mo single-handedly, you’ve nurtured a War God for our Human Race."

Hearing such praise, Su Yu became momentarily flustered, not knowing how to respond.

At this moment, the surrounding Divine Level warriors finally understood who Su Yu was.

Earlier they were puzzled, wondering whose junior this Silver Level kid was, and why he was here.

Only then did they know she was Su War God’s sister.

"Good child, accompany this old man for a walk, would you."

Su Yu nodded without speaking, unsure of what to say.

Just then, Tu Hongwu turned to the Void and spoke: "After spending a lifetime fighting in the universe, I still yearn to return; after all, people desire to return to their roots. Old Bai, would you take me."

Bai Yuanhao’s figure appeared, and simultaneously, a black space channel slowly floated before Tu Hongwu.

Tu Hongwu smiled and nodded, saying to Su Yu: "Accompany this old man to Earth, if you don’t mind."

Su Yu nodded vigorously: "I don’t mind."

"Such a good child."

The old and the young, two figures walked into the dark channel, which then gradually closed.

The surrounding Divine Level warriors felt a wave of gloom; is this the end of an era for Marshal Tu?

Inside the space channel, Tu Hongwu suddenly received a transmission from Old Long: "Your apprentice seems to have encountered some trouble, and his return might be delayed by another two hours."

Tu Hongwu: "??? What’s going on?"

At this moment, Tu Hongwu internally wanted to curse; is this Old Long reliable!

"I’ve started my act, and now you tell me my apprentice’s return is delayed."

"You think this is a train delay!"

Old Long, feeling helpless, explained: "Your apprentice encountered space worms, knocked out of the space channel..."

"Ah, space worms, what are those, can they knock my apprentice out of the space channel, how impressive are they?"

"A race living in the crevices of space, feeding on space, extremely rare; I never thought he would encounter them."

"Just a two-hour delay?"

"Yes, in two hours, if he flies himself, he can enter the Yanhuang Star Realm."

Tu Hongwu internally pondered: "Two hours is okay, the plan remains unchanged, I’ll endure two more hours, dying half an hour before he returns is fine.

Though these space worms might be unlucky, since in my apprentice’s view, they delayed him for two hours so he couldn’t make it..."

Upon hearing this, Old Long recalled Su Mo’s past madness, instantly breaking into a cold sweat.

...

Su Mo punched the space before him, breaking it, yet discovering nothing, only to feel unrequited anger!

The space channel is gone!

Originally, there were only forty to fifty minutes left to go, resulting in a mess now!

Ordinarily, Su Mo would’ve turned this place upside down, but not this time.

He must hurry back; his mentor is likely really nearing the end.

He took out a white jade stone to contact White War God, after seeing his ugly expression, asked for directions to start the full throttle mode.

In the blink of an eye, two hours passed, and Su Mo reached the edge of the Yanhuang Star Realm; once inside, he could contact White War God, open a space channel to bring himself back.

On Earth, Su Yu stared blankly at Tu Hongwu beside her, who softly spoke about his visions for the Human Race’s future.

He was like a gentle elder, telling Su Yu little stories, recounting his past, gradually lightening Su Yu’s initial heavy heart.

She nearly forgot about the approaching end for the man before her.

Tu Hongwu’s voice grew quieter, quieter until there was no sound.

He remained seated atop the mountain, as the sunset’s light once again reddened his white hair.

Su Yu watched the elder who dedicated his life to the Human Race, watched his lifeless body, her eyes suddenly reddening, tears gently falling down from their corners.