The night came again, and Ge Xiaolun had been here for a day, and he didn't know what the news from Zhao Xin's side was.

Mo Wuxin was still in a coma, most of the original scars had disappeared, and he had been lying there quietly, not knowing what it was.

"Who?" Ge Xiaolun felt that someone was approaching again, and immediately became alert, clenching the Void Sword with both hands, and staring in the direction of the comer.

Sou!

A bonfire rises and illuminates the faces of those who come.

He was dressed in coarse linen, blindfolded, and tied with strips of cloth, like an ascetic, walking in the world.

"Who are you?"

"The One Who Atonements."

"I don't understand, I speak human words." Ge Xiaolun waved the sword in his hand and asked in confusion:

The Mai man gave him a faint look, stopped, sat cross-legged on the ground, folded his hands, and whispered some old words.

"What are you doing, monk chanting?"

Ge Xiaolun didn't hear what the other party was talking about for a long time, and asked out loud again.

"Treatment"

A voice came, startling Ge Xiaolun, the Mai man didn't open his mouth at all, and the voice had already come out, which was really strange.

"Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, you don't have to know me, I'll leave when he recovers."

"Oh"

It wasn't until late at night that Mai stopped, stood up, and turned to leave.

"Well, you're leaving."

"He's recovered and will wake up soon."

About half an hour after the person left, Mo Wuxin slowly opened his eyes and got up to look around.

The bonfire illuminated the distance of less than ten meters around, and Ge Xiaolun half-squatted in front of him, worrying: "It's okay?"

"It's fine." Mo Wuxin stood up, frowned, and said, "Did anyone come just now?" ”

"Well, a very strange person, seems to be a monk." Ge Xiaolun nodded and said:

Mo Wuxin shook his head for a while, and said: "He is not a monk, the Buddha's Dharma Appearance, and the true body of an Arhat." “

"What do you mean?" Ge Xiaolun wondered:

"It's not interesting, let's go."

"Oh"

The two disappeared into the darkness of the night, leaving only the bonfire slowly extinguished in the cold wind.

In the early hours of the morning, Aini Cid led the warriors of the Ice and Snow Kingdom to slowly return, and the original 100,000 people, now only more than 10,000 people remained, and the rest all died in the Flowing Wind Grassland.

The atmosphere was very dreary, the conquest against the northern demon kingdom had been victorious, but then there was an even greater crisis, and there were undead souls hidden in the forests of the west coast.

This news was told to her by Zhao Xin, and he fought with Di You until midnight, and finally forced him back, but he himself suffered a lot of injuries, and as soon as the battle was over, he went to support Zhixin.

"Aini, believe that we will win, God is protecting Fraser." Sneef walked in front, the big knife in his hand was already stained with blood, and there was no intact place on his body, and despite such a serious injury, he was still alive and kicking like a nobody.

In this battle, the most brilliant knight was Sneef, the whole person was like a monster, wearing armor, riding a horse to attack everywhere, many times surrounded by those primitive demon warriors, one knife after another, and hacked the other party to death.

"Your injuries are serious, go find the sacrifice." Ani was riding on the steed, her beautiful face was a little haggard, and when she saw that Sneef was covered in bruises and still walking in front of the guard, her heart was a little touched, and she proposed:

Sneef waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, these injuries will heal soon." When I was hunting wolves in the Rum Valley, I was also bitten and covered in blood, but I just couldn't die. “

"Long Valley, you weren't the king of the tribe back then." Ani chuckled and said:

Speaking of this, Sneef's eyes darkened, and he said self-deprecatingly: "What about the king, I fought desperately to become the most heroic king in the tribe, but when the people were facing death, I couldn't do anything. ”

"It's not your fault."

"As a king, it's my responsibility."

Ani glanced at Snaef with appreciative eyes, and said lightly, "You have changed a lot from before. “

"When the angel descended on my clan with the Sword Immortal, I realized how much of a mistake I had made. We are at war with each other, but the gods of our respective faiths are working together to save us. Schneef clutched his chest and said regretfully:

Ani nodded and said, "Fraser was once a pure land that we need to protect together, whether it is a demon or a necromancer, we must not let them slaughter our people." “

"I will rush to the front with blood." Sneef swore and said:

"I'm sure you can do it."

The procession moved slowly when someone shouted, "There is someone in the sky." “

"Is it a demon?"

"No, it's a person."

"The elder's black wings...."

"There's a big sword in my hand."

"Galactic Force..."

.......

Eventually, someone recognized the man, when Sneef had seen the Galactic Force when he was in the Rumble Valley, and he had a pair of black wings on his back.

"Galactic Power.." Sneef looked up and saw Ge Xiaolun slowly descending to five meters above the ground.

Ani Xi grabbed her horse, looked up at Ge Xiaolun flying in the sky, and said softly, "The power of the galaxy"

Once, Kiran traveled through the universe and visited the Barbarian Tribes and taught them a lot of knowledge, a large part of which was a legend about the power of the Galaxy.

Ani had heard Sneff say that the power of the galaxy was the patron saint of the galaxy, and that he was armed with a sword that could cut through fear, and that he was an invincible god of war.

"Who is your king?" Ge Xiaolun asked condescendingly and softly:

Ani Cid stepped forward and replied, "I am their king, Anie Cid." “

"Keep your warriors from heading to the North Coast."

"Why?"

"There is an evil god hidden there, and you are no opponent."

After Ge Xiaolun finished speaking, he flew away on his own.

In the extreme north, Angel Leng stood in the demon base, surrounded by demon corpses, and nearly three hundred sisters were lost in this battle, and there were more than seven hundred spearhead angels left.

"Burning heart, the demons have been wiped out, and the black wind is too cunning for him to escape."

"Cold, my side is also over, and Atto has escaped."

"Well, I'll lead the Sisters to the City of Angels first, and you continue this mission."

"Understood."

For a while, more than 700 angels slowly flew up into the sky, in this ice field, there is such a beautiful scenery, but unfortunately no one appreciates it.

Zhao Xin was seriously injured and lay on the ground, resting his head lightly on his hot legs.

There was infinite tenderness in her eyes, maybe after taking the oath, or the moment she saw Zhao Xin, she had what human beings would say, and seeing her lover hurt so badly, her heart hurt, as if she had been bitten by something.

"Perhaps, I'm not an angel anymore."

The wings disappeared, and he sat quietly on the ground, gently touching Zhao Xin's face with his hand, the sun was rising, and the warm sun was sprinkled.