The sound of dripping water suddenly sounded in the darkness, like a firework in the middle of the night. The boundless blackness suddenly fades, illuminating the sight in front of you.

The white snowflakes are all over the eyes, and the body is cold and swishing, and there is a slight sense of weight. The snow began to disperse in either direction, revealing the figure inside.

Bethune stood up and looked around at the vast expanse of snow. There was a lot of helplessness on his face, and there was a trace of numbness.

"Are you still coming......

The bitterness was revealed at the corners of his mouth, and Bethune also knew how long this dream was. But in any case, it is not surprising that he should be on Everest by now.

And it would be after him had an avalanche, or after he jumped off a cliff.

I touched my waist, and the knife was still there.

Bethune pulled it out directly and kept going up.

Until he reached the cliff, he found no sign of an avalanche burial. It is estimated that it has been a long time and has been buried in the depths.

With a knife in his hand, Bethune began to climb up.

It was a difficult process, and although Bethune was very human, the steep ice walls tens of meters high were extremely difficult to climb with both hands. But fortunately, Bai Qiu'an climbed up without danger.

It was still white in front of him, and there was no sign of human movement in his field of vision. Bethune continued to walk forward, experiencing two dreams, and he had a deep resistance to everything he was experiencing now.

Especially the face of himself in the small dark room at the end, which completely collapsed Bai Qiu'an's mentality.

To be honest, he was already desperate, whether it was the completely hopeless mood of being locked up in a small black room by Xu Le at the beginning, or the illusion he knew later.

Or the fear that hits the heart at the end.

What will it be now?

Bethune couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion at all, and he felt that if he did it again. He's going to fall apart.

Perhaps, this is also a means of killing.

As Bethuan walked, he laughed at himself in his heart.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and Bethune saw several corpses. Stepping forward quickly, the human and divine servants fell to the ground in a tragic intersection.

Blood is like a red rose in winter, imprinted among the snowflakes.

Bethune took two more steps forward, and corpses kept appearing in front of him. He kept walking, and the scene in his field of vision became more and more tragic. Finally he realized that he might be on a battlefield.

Frame by frame flashed in his mind like a slide, and Bai Qiu'an remembered what Xu Le had said. The priest suddenly launched an attack on the frontline position, and Li Musi also followed Bethune out and was never heard from again.

Bethune thought about it, so he sped up in the direction of the front-line position. He should confirm his guess and confirm the time first.

And if all is right, then he may have really woken up. Instead of living in a dream, Bethune suddenly discovered the previous pattern, and it seemed that all the dreams seemed to be traced back to Bethula's memory.

It's all the places Bethune has been to and the people he's seen. Or something you've experienced.

But everything now is something that Bethune never knew.

Thinking of this, Bethune was a little excited, but he couldn't be happy, because new doubts followed. Shouldn't he have been tormented at the hands of the Theological Ministry? How did you suddenly appear in the snow?

Standing in front of the front-line position, Bai Qiuan silently looked at the fence and tent in front of him, which had been crushed by snow.

The corpses and bloodstains had been buried in the snow, as far as the eye could see. None of the entire front-line positions, whether human or godly, survived. It was a terrible battle, and both men and gods were able to take it as a last battle.

If the Divine Service fails, then their years of hard work on Everest are likely to come to naught. And the same is true for the Twelve Halls.

Bethune didn't find the person he was looking for, to be precise, he couldn't restore the general layout of the position at that time.

However, Bethune thought that the front-line positions of more than 1,000 people could not really be wiped out. No matter who wins or loses, there should always be a sign of a winner here.

But now it seems that there was a big war here, but it should be intermittent. Bethuan felt that some of the survivors should have returned to the Everest base camp.

After looking around again, Bethune gave up and decided to go to the Everest base camp to have a look.

And I still think about the reason why I woke up in the snow.

I've never been to any secret base on Mount Everest?

It's not impossible, but the odds are slim. Because at this time, Bethune had already figured out the key to the previous dream, if he hadn't been to any secret base, then it would be impossible for him to "see" himself again in a place of déjà vu.

Someone must have taken advantage of his coma to throw himself out. But what is this man trying to do? What do you want to get out of yourself?

Bethune couldn't figure it out.

Before leaving, Bethune picked up two skeleton knives and carried them on his back just in case. For example, if you encounter the previous cliff again, it will be much easier to climb the mountain with two skeleton knives.

Or lean on the knife behind your back to block the knife or something.

Walking slowly in the snow, the sound of babbling on the snow and the howling cold wind were extremely harsh. Bethuan's mood has not yet calmed down, or he still has a slight doubt about the authenticity of the world under his feet.

The tall body suddenly broke into Bai Qiu'an's line of sight, and the tip of the divine servant's knife pointed towards Bai Qiu'an, moving forward.

Bai Qiu'an, who looked silent, shook the snowflakes accumulated on his arm, and then shook his wrist.

Lowered his position and rushed towards the god servant at a faster speed, half a meter from the human god, the prison phoenix suppressed the roar of the cold wind, and only heard the sound of "choking".

Man and God staggered.

Blood streaked through a semicircle, enclosing the broken body in two. The warm flesh gave Bethuan more realism.

skillfully stabbed the priest in the chest, and Bai Qiu'an took out the divine source and put it in his mouth. And from beginning to end, Bethune didn't look at what level the divine servant was.

Probably two wings.

Bethune couldn't help but think of what Song Ayaluo had said again, looking at the enemy's pupils during the battle to judge whether it was time to retreat tactically? I don't know which idiot came up with the warning.

When you see how many pairs of wings the god servant has, do you need to run weaker than you? Are you better than you and you can run away?

Bethune couldn't figure this out, or maybe this sentence wasn't said to people like him.

Well, too. Bethune thought about it from a different angle. For a warrior with a combat strength on average, if a strong enemy is found, it is necessary to send someone to break the rear immediately, and the others will flee to save the fresh army.

It makes sense.

Then Bai Qiu'an patted his head vigorously, and secretly cursed a fool in his heart.

And from beginning to end, Bethune didn't seem to care too much about the divine servant who suddenly appeared and died suddenly.