Sprinting, accumulation, strength.

With another set of flowing movements, the silver metal spear flew out of the man's hand, and the wind broke like a storm like lightning.

"Mr. Pym!" At the same time, the maiden priestess let out a high-pitched cry, and Pym looked sideways, and soon saw the light of the night rushing into the sky.

Pym snorted, then held out his other hand.

I saw that a layer of blood-red light suddenly bloomed on the body of the metal spear glowing with silver light in the sky, and then its speed and strength suddenly increased, as if someone had "pushed" it behind it.

At this time, the fighter in the air was still surrounded by a pillar of fire, and although the violent sound of the engine came from it, it seemed to be trapped in the "gravity" of the pillar of fire, and could not move at all.

But apparently the pilot did not give up his resistance, and he pushed the engines of the aircraft to the maximum power in the first place, and the aircraft in full fire also burst out with unimaginable power.

The plane trembled in flames, as if it was about to get out of this predicament in the next moment.

However, he still couldn't get out of here, because the metal spear was approaching.

A dull, shrill metal tear rang out from the flames, and the metal spear finally pierced through the sturdy fuselage.

Then I heard a loud sound that shook the heavens and the earth from the night sky, and the dazzling sky, which was already illuminated by firelight, seemed to be transformed into another terrifying dream world in the explosion.

The explosion was fleeting, and soon the plane was reduced to a pair of burning steel wreckage.

Pym snorted, then shook his hands, only to see the huge fireball of burning wreckage fall down, and with a thud it had fallen to an uninhabited flat area in the valley.

With another loud bang and the light of the fire, everything was calm again, and the light that had just illuminated the sky quickly faded, and the darkness of the night sky took over once more.

Looking at the burning steel wreckage not far away, the people in the Atlantis tribe watched silently, and until now there were still many people who did not react to what was happening in front of them.

I don't know how long I cried, but the sad cry sounded again, as if to remind people that the matter was over temporarily, and then the great pain quickly spread among the crowd, and a cry and wail immediately rang out, one after another.

Pym looked up at the night sky, his gaze was extremely serious, his gaze seemed to be after something else, he was not sure that this plane was the only one to attack tonight, but in any case, there was not a single plane in the sky now.

After a long time, Pym exhaled heavily, and his voice sounded extremely weak. Then Pym lowered his head and looked around, and soon he saw his son Lird standing less than ten meters away from him, staring at him in a daze.

For a moment Pym didn't know what to say to Lird, but smiled a little awkwardly.

But in the face of his father's smile, Lird could not make any response, his gaze was still glazed, completely overwhelmed.

Pym opened his mouth as if to say something to Lird, but because of the distance and the deep voice of Pym, Lird couldn't hear him clearly.

After Pym whispered a few words, his eyes suddenly closed slightly, and then his body fell straight back, and suddenly fell down with a thud like a felled tree.

"Father!"

At this moment, Lird reacted from his trance, and immediately ran towards Pym with full force.

...

The smoke drifted straight into the sky, and when it slowly rose to more than ten meters, the smoke and dust began to disperse on its own, and at the same time, it was affected by the mountain wind, and all of it dissipated.

But even so, there was a pungent smell of burnt in the valley, which was supposed to be quiet and peaceful.

The snow, which had been white and bright the day before, had been stained with a layer of black charred dust, and the flat snow was trampled by all kinds of footprints, which looked worse than the worst graffiti of children.

There are also one or two places on the snow that have not been polluted by too much destruction, but on them you can see something else—dripping blood!

The cries of grief and the flight of fear were gone, but the murmuring never stopped. This place is no longer full of laughter as usual, no longer yearning for a new day, this is an unbearable place of death.

All that was on everyone's face was endless grief, and only a few had an unchanging numbness on their faces, and happiness had completely left the tribe.

The maiden priestess strolled through the broken tents, her eyes sweeping over her painful and numb faces, and her eyes filled with endless heartache.

After a few hours of arrangement, the overall chaos of the tribe has been controlled, but this is not to give the maiden sacrifice a rest, at this moment she still has countless things waiting for her to solve.

The maiden priestess went to Pym's tent, lifted the curtain and walked in, and Lird was by Pym's side, and Pym's face was extremely pale, and his eyes were pressed into a stupor, and he looked extremely weak.

And Liard, who has experienced such twists and turns, seems to have aged a lot overnight, his hair is unkempt, and his eyes are full of bloodshots.

The maiden priestess slowly came to Lird's side and whispered, "How is the situation?"

Lird sighed and shook his head, "I haven't woken up yet." ”

The maiden priest said: "This is to be expected, Mr. Pym has consumed so much strength, and the violent explosion has brought him to the brink of physical collapse, but fortunately, the rescue is timely, and his life is always saved, and he will not leave for the next period of time." ”

Lird laughed bitterly at himself and said, "My father's time is already short, and now that he has gone through this calamity, can you tell me how long my father will have him?"

The maiden priest pursed her lips vigorously, and finally said, "Ten days..."

“... Most. ”

Up to 10 days!

Ten days, which was the last length of Pym's life.

Lird closed his eyes in pain, then opened them and said, "Father won't be like this for the past ten days, right?"

The maiden priest shook her head and said, "A lot of them say..."

Lird suddenly became furious, "What does it mean to say? If my father has always been like this, then what is the difference between these last ten days and his death?"

In the face of Lird's rage, the maiden priestess didn't say much, just silently endured Lird's anger.

Exhaustion had long since left Lird with little anger in his heart, or he had no fuel to provide energy for his anger, and after his roar, Lird could only sit beside his father with a slump body.

Then the maiden priestess spoke: "Mr. Pym is a strong man, so please believe him, I believe that he will wake up in these ten days." ”

Lird shook his head, he didn't want to talk about his father anymore.

"Before I was here, I knew you were God. Lird said in a hoarse voice.

"At that time, I didn't believe it, it was just a means of ruling by a tribal leader, but when I started to know more about this place, I realized that everything could be true, because the [power] of God is real, and at that time I even began to believe that you are really a god..."

"But why haven't you, as God, done something God?"

Lilde's powerless question struck the maiden priest like a sharp blade, and the maiden priest pursed her lips, her hands clenched into fists, and her nails slowly pierced into her skin.

After a long time, the maiden priest slowly spoke: "I have never said that I am the kind of legendary omnipotent god, in my eyes I am special only in the things I protect and the secrets I master. Many people think that I am God, and I don't disagree with that, because I am more like God than ordinary people. However, my identity as a god is not as the world thinks, to a certain extent, I am not completely in the state of a god, and now I am more like an immortal cultivator. ”

After that, the maiden priestess looked at Pym and said, "If I could, I would really like to switch places with Mr. Pym, even in the face of death, I have no regrets, after all, then I can save my people from such suffering." But..."

But the maiden priestess did not say anything after the words, and Lird did not ask, knowing that such a possibility did not exist.

"I know you're upset and disappointed in me, but that's the reality... The most naked real. ”

Lird closed his eyes in agony.

There was a deathly silence in the tent again.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the maiden priestess spoke: "Mr. Pym still needs a period of quiet cultivation, even if your hand is by his side all day, it will not help, it is better to take some time to rest." ”

As Lird was about to refuse to say anything, the maiden priestess continued, "Besides, there are still people who need your help and comfort. ”

Hearing this, Lird's heart moved, and he immediately turned his head to look at the maiden priest, but heard the maiden priest slowly speak: "Go and see Jim, he will need you very much now." ”

When Lird heard this, the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank.

"Trista, she... Let's go. ”

...

Lird weaved through the chaotic tents.

Unlike usual, the tribal setup was already in disarray, and it was impossible to distinguish the road to Jim's tent, and Jim wouldn't be there because the warm and beautiful tent had been razed to the ground.

Lird finally saw Jim in a pile of rocks.

This pile of rocks is a temporary cremation table that was recently erected by the people, and it is here that people who died in the night attack are cremated.

Lird slowed down and walked over to Jim, who was undoubtedly Trista.

Trista's body was covered with a white cloth, but the crimson blood had seeped under the white cloth, staining it a filthy black.

There was a bulge in the white cloth cover, which was inconspicuous in normal times, but at this moment it was like a sharp sword in Lird's eyeball, and Lird knew that it was Jim and Trista's unborn child.

"Ji... Jim. Lird called out to Jim with a trembling voice.

Hearing this, Jim turned his head sideways, glanced at Lird, and said in a very flat tone, "Come, sit." ”

Jim's calm made Lird feel particularly uneasy, and he frowned and sat down next to Jim.

"I walked out of the tent last night after I had taken care of things, and I was hesitating to wait for you to go back with me, and if I could, I could sit in your tent for a while, and take a sip of the wine I gave you before. Hehe, Trista doesn't like me drinking alone at home. ”

Jim's tone was gentle, and he laughed out loud, as if he had entered into some kind of extremely warm memory.

But Learde understands that how happy the memories are, the more intense the pain that follows.

Soon, Jim's happy appearance changed, and the corners of his mouth trembled violently a few times before he said, "But I heard that voice, that voice... I'm familiar with being out on the go for so long, and I know it's... It was the sound of airplanes, and at that time I realized... Maybe something bad is going to happen. ”

"I ran home with all my might, you can reprimand me for being selfish, but at that time I only had Trista in my head, only her... I don't want her to slip through the cracks. ”

"When I was less than fifty meters away from home, flames had already erupted from my home, and strong air currents broke down the tents around me and shook me as well. However, the most unbearable thing for me is... Be... Yes..."

Jim's tears poured out in an instant, and he couldn't stop crying.

Lird patted Jim on the shoulder, then took him into his arms and said, "Don't say it, don't say it." If you feel uncomfortable, just cry, just cry. Believe me... Everything will be fine, all right..."

Jim wept bitterly in Lird's arms, and Lird could only comfort him with these repetitive words.

Looking at the blood-soaked white cloth in front of him, Lird felt that he was extremely hypocritical.

As long as you cry out, will the pain pass?

How can everything be better now?

Time may heal the wounds, but can it bring Trista and the unborn child back to life?

Tears flowed from Lird's eyes, but he didn't weep like Jim. Lird kept telling himself that he needed to be strong at this time, and that only by being strong could he face some difficulties, and Jim needed someone strong to help him through this, even if it was someone who was only a little stronger than him.

In the midst of heavy and silent cries, the breeze blew the white cloth on Trista's body and scattered the gray smoke that rose from the other surrounding stone piles.