Lin Yuqing wanted to punch someone in the face.

One punch wasn't enough—he wanted to let his anger out with a roar. The frustration, anxiety, and worry that the boy had held back for days now all fermented into anger, and he rolled in his heart like lava, and he kicked the stone in front of him with all his might, and the soles of his feet shook numbly.

The stone didn't move.

Lin Yuqing was so angry that he threw several punches at the stone until his knuckles were covered with blood, and then he stopped, and after this moment of anger passed, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and felt a sense of fear—because he was now trapped in a small space that happened to be stuck out of a rockfall that had collapsed.

If the stone was really kicked, the narrow space created by the stone stack would be unbalanced, and he was afraid that he would be stoned to death here first.

Speaking of which, in fact, Lin Yuqing was lucky, the falling stone actually avoided his body just right, and even a huge stone slab that was smashed down was intercepted by the broken wall next to him. In the shaking of the earth from time to time, it has to be said that it is a miracle that this side of the space can support it for so long.

"Damn!" the young man scolded in a low voice, knowing that he couldn't kick anything, but still kicked his foot hard, "Even the coffin is ready for me!"

He gasped for a moment, but finally managed to compose. Lin Yuqing clenched his teeth and pushed the edge of the stone slab on his head hard, trying to lift it open—it was the biggest threat to his life.

But the slab was so heavy that it was desperate. After trying several times in a row, he felt that his eyes were about to pop out, but the slate was still firmly clasped on his head, and there was no intention of loosening.

"Stuka!"

Lin Yuqing was anxious, and he tried to lift his body, approached the crack in the stone, and shouted loudly, "Can you hear me? Stuka! Where are you? Let me out!"

The ground slammed, and the sound of a stone wall collapsing in the distance drowned out his cry once more.

I don't know if it's because it's far away and the falling spirit can't hear it, or because he is separated by a stone, Lin Yuqing tried several times to recall Nagarjuna, but he never succeeded. After thinking about it, the boy exhaled and finally made up his mind, and he lay on his side and shrank back until it was completely attached to the broken wall behind him, and then stopped.

Fallen spirits usually inhabit the host's physical body and are most sensitive to the host's physical condition. Since Nagarjuna can't be called back now, it has to make Nagarjuna sense that he is in danger, and it will definitely come to save people at that time - but unfortunately, Lin Yuqing is trapped in this "coffin", but he is still safe for the time being.

There was really no other way, and he had to use this stupid method.

"Come on!"

Lin Yuqing closed his eyes, and slammed straight forward with a fierce force - there was a muffled sound of "bang", and a painful dizziness exploded from the forehead bone, and drilled straight into the depths of the brain; for a while, the young man's eyes were all black, like a cat that had been thrown a few times in the bag, so faint that he couldn't even feel the earth shaking.

"What are you doing?"

In the buzzing of blood in his head, a voice full of doubts reached the boy's ears, and the tail sound fluttered like smoke.

"That's why Nagarjuna will come......" The young man blinked vigorously with his head down, and suddenly reacted and raised his head suddenly, "Dragon, Nagarjuna, why did you come so quickly?"

"I can feel that you're looking for death," it looked at Lin Yuqing calmly with its big silver eyes, "so I came over." ”

In the blink of an eye of the time he had just hit the rocks, Nagarjuna had lifted the slate from his head, revealing a trembling night again—the sky had faintly turned white, and it seemed as if the night was finally about to be torn apart.

Nagarjuna flicked his tail, and with a "boom", the stone slab smashed on the ground behind him, causing a cloud of smoke and dust to rise in midair. The boy opened his mouth, but there was nothing to refute, so he had to quickly crawl out of the pile of stones.

"I saw the fall of the High Priest's spirit," Lin Yuqing looked embarrassed, wiped his head and face indiscriminately, and raised his eyes to look around, "He and Stuka must be here-"

Before he had finished speaking, the boy suddenly felt a light on his feet—and it was not until he was seized in the heart by the feeling of weightlessness that he suddenly realized that he had been thrown into the air by the fortress that had trembled suddenly.

The earth had never shaken so violently, and if it was just a tremor just now, now it was like a mountain that had been hit by thousands of giant beasts, and it could no longer support it. The fortress rumbled into a stream of rocks pouring down, and after a long time of the impact, it finally came to a halt and fell silent.

The smoke and dust rolled in the air and did not disperse for a long time, except for the occasional sound of a few broken bricks falling on the ground, and there was only a dead silence in the pre-dawn night.

If it weren't for Nagarjuna, Lin Yuqing wouldn't have escaped the collapse caused by the violent impact just now. The Falling Spirit's shadow stood tall in front of him, shattering and flying every boulder that fell in this direction, and when the boy finally coughed and crawled out from behind the dragon tree, its dark fur was already stained with a thick gray color.

After all the silence was over, Lin Yuqing seemed to be able to hear the rumbling sound of collapse from the depths of his ears, like a faint tinnitus.

In the blink of an eye, I was already breathing quietly.

The remains of the fortress piled up on the slopes of a hill and buried the earth. After all the roar had died down, it looked as if the fortress hadn't just stopped collapsing—as if it had been lying lifeless like this for thousands of years.

"What happened just now?" Lin Yuqing climbed up a pile of rubble, only to feel pain everywhere in his body, "Did the high priest's fallen spirit do it?"

Nagarjuna shook the ash off his fur, shrunk his body again, and jumped onto the boy's shoulder, "You're wrong. ”

"What do you say?" Lin Yuqing didn't dare to shout loudly, so he had to look around as he crawled, looking for traces of the High Priest and Stukka.

Nagarjuna glanced at him, and a cat-sized black ball of fur slowly exhaled out.

"Whoever did it, why did he stop now?"

With its soft words, Lin Yuqing happened to turn over the ruins of a stone gate cave. Behind this stone gate cave was the square where the great scuffle had taken place, and the boy gasped and looked up, and his blood was frozen - he understood what Nagarjuna meant.

The dawn sky glows green, and as the sun rises, a few warm golden rays of light occasionally slip through the clouds. Countless maple leaf-shaped five-colored light spots slowly floated under the long canopy, flickering faintly in the pale daylight.

The five-colored maple tree, taller and larger than I remembered, was standing far below the sky, holding up the clouds with its canopy, its branches and leaves clattering in the morning breeze. The five-colored maple tree stood alone in the ruins, its light slowly and little by little, and its long branches swayed in the wind like human arms, as if they were about to reach down and hug the man at their feet.

The high priest fell quietly under the tree, and the corners of any of his robes were blown by the wind.

"Big ...... Big ......" Lin Yuqing tried twice, but his lips and teeth trembled, and he never called out a complete title. He turned his head with a bit of a blank turn, his gaze fell on the figure opposite the high priest, and there was a stirring spirit - "Stuka!"

The tall young man was now half-crouched on the ground, curled up like a wounded wolf. He was shaking as he clutched the long knife that had been stuck in the ground in one hand, barely falling to the ground, and Stuka didn't seem to hear the footsteps rushing towards him, but only trembled and tried to crawl forward—Lin Yuqing ran closer, grabbed him by the shoulder, and screamed again. "Stuka!"

Stuka seemed to finally realize his presence.

He rolled his eyes slightly, and there was no luster in his blood-red eyes, "Yes...... It's you who came. ”

Lin Yuqing glanced at him, and then at the white shadow in the distance, he had already understood everything, his lips trembled, and he whispered, "You, you know the plan of the high priest......

"Nonsense. Stuka coughed softly and forced a hard laugh, "We didn't find Ada, I lied to you...... I just wanted to stop him...... Sorry. ”

Lin Yuqing shook his head, put his arm on his shoulder, and was about to pull him up, but Stuka suddenly shook his hand and immediately fell back, and the long knife fell beside him with a "dang long" sound.

"Don't, don't help me. He lowered his head, his voice low and indistinct, "This little injury is not a problem. I...... I'm going to see him. ”

Lin Yuqing was stunned. The light of the five-colored maple tree in the distance had dimmed, and it seemed to be trying to heal the High Priest beneath it again and again with the last bit of strength—it could no longer control the fracture of its body, and in the falling branches, the thin figure remained as if it were asleep, unmoving.

I wonder how long it will have to try this way before it re-enters the world in search of its next host?

"Let me take you back," the boy endured a hard thing in his throat, "where's your fallen spirit? I'll take you back to heal—"

Stuka slapped his hand away, but shook it again, and sat there gasping for breath.

After a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice: "Scurry is in the back, it is also injured, you take it away." ”

"What about you?"

"I said, it's okay to have such a small injury!" Stuka let out a low growl, almost stubbornly, and slowed his breath again, "I'll look at him, and I'll go back ......"

Lin Yuqing furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing how to persuade him—he was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a rumbling sound like quicksand in the distance. The sound was familiar, like wind and sand, and like thunder, and just as the boy thought that something was beginning to collapse again, Stuka jerked him and shouted hoarsely, "There's a war outside!"

What the?

Lin Yuqing was startled, and it took several seconds before he could faintly recognize the faint shouting of killing from the wind.

"The alien army has arrived at this time?" he muttered to himself, his face turning white, "but—"

Although there are no alien ambushes in the fortress, the current fortress is in ruins, and even the passages have been buried, how can tens of thousands of people pass through?

The 50,000 Fangguo troops outside the pass, after rescuing some of the wounded during the collapse of the first fortress, have been guarding the front of the mountain pass pass, beware of the arrival of the alien army - but even after a night of preparation, the battle seems to have suddenly caught people off guard.

On the frontline battlefield, the footsteps of more than 100,000 soldiers pierced the ground, and the sand and gravel fell from the ruins, as if they were also responding to the war. Stuka grabbed Lin Yuqing and shouted at him, "You go quickly! Go back and deliver the letter—there's no time for your mother-in-law!"

Nagarjuna couldn't take anyone with him, and if he carried Stuka, he really wouldn't be able to walk fast, and the young man rolled his eyes, and finally gritted his teeth, reached out and scooped up a small blue falling spirit on the ground, and instructed, "You wait here for me to come back!"

"Wait!"

Lin Yuqing turned his head, only to see Stuka smile bitterly at him, "Yue Kai's business...... Don't tell them. ”

The young man was stunned, but suddenly understood, looked in the direction of the high priest and nodded, turned and left.

Seeing his back disappear into the rubble, Stuka gasped again and sat back on the ground.

His skin was almost numb from his injuries, so it took him a moment before Stuka realized that something was chilling him—and he slowly tilted his head.

In his blurred vision, the five-colored maple leaves had already disappeared from the sky, and there were snowflakes falling from the sky.

The sky turned white, and the snow fell on the high priest's serene and gentle countenance, accumulating a thin layer of silver.

Before winter, the first snow fell in the fangguo.

The Fang Army, which was trapped at the rear of the checkpoint, soon received the news of the war on the front line. Now the situation has changed, and the fortress has been completely destroyed, and it has become a huge ruin like a hill, blocking the road to the outside of the pass, but under the orders of General Cangfeng, the Fang army still braved the wind and snow to advance towards the fortress.

As the only fallen spirit, Nagarjuna, under Lin Yuqing's order, crossed the ruins early and rushed to the front line to help in the battle. The boy scrambled to the square on his own hands and feet—but he pounced: Stuka was long gone, and the High Priest and his five-colored maple tree had disappeared with him.

All he could see was an empty stone ruin, and if it weren't for the fact that Scurry was still hanging limply over his shoulder, Lin Yuqing would almost think that he had just stumbled into a dream.

He stood blankly on the high stone pile, watching the army behind him rush towards the fortress of the level.

Amid the fighting of the compatriots outside the gate, the army of the fang country rushed into the fortress and began the project of urgently digging the passage, trying to reopen the inside and outside of the checkpoint - outside the pass was the confrontation between 100,000 aliens and 50,000 fangs;

Under the snow, the number of 50,000 fangs became smaller and smaller, like a piece of melting ice. Although they did not fall into the spirit, their fierce and life-for-life style of fighting also earned casualties several times that of the enemy army.

After the killing, the whole place was snow-white and blood-red, and who died and what they died for, as if they had been numb in the fierce battle, and lost their meaning, leaving only the fight itself.

When the Fang army finally reluctantly opened a passage, there were heavy casualties outside the pass. Seeing that this army, which had been trapped all night, was wrapped in anger and surging outward like a tide, the alien army finally could not resist it anymore, and sounded the horn of withdrawal—even under heavy losses, their retreat this time was still very orderly; when all the troops behind the palace were killed, the remaining tens of thousands of alien main forces had retreated into the sea of sand after the wind and snow.

Cash's hopes of defeating the kingdom in one fell swoop were not fulfilled, nor was the High Priest's plan to destroy the two old enemies at the same time.

In the fluttering snow, the sound of fighting from the front line has long been left behind, melted into the heaven and earth, and can no longer be heard.

Stuka could barely feel the chill beneath his feet. Only today did he know that Yue Kai was as light as a handful of bones, and that he was lying on his back without temperature, and with every step Stuka tookhad, snowflakes fell from him.

A line of footprints in the snow, after leaving the mountain pass checkpoint, stretched far into the distance.

In Stukka's blurry and heavy vision, he could barely see anything, and could only barely make out the direction of Valhalla—but that was enough.

"I'll send you back," he whispered to Yue Kai, "back to Valhalla." ”

The High Priest belongs to Valhalla.

"I don't understand your thoughts, and I don't understand them...... But the god of war must understand. Stuka muttered, "Whether you believe her or not, she'll understand you...... She will. You are the best high priestess of the Fang Kingdom, I told you a long time ago. ”

In the wind and snow that stained the sky and the sky white, Stuka walked forward step by step.

Walking became more and more difficult, and his perception of his body became thinner and thinner, until at last Mu Shen lost consciousness and fell into the snow with a "grunt". The snow, which came too early, seemed to have no intention of stopping, and soon wrapped both of them into snowmen—and it took a long time for Stuka to sit up again. But I want to go, but I can't walk anymore.

He held the high priest in his arms, leaned against a large rock by the side of the road, and looked at the vast grassland that had been pressed white by snow.

I don't know how long I sat like this, but there was a rustle of footsteps on the snow in the distance, and a little girl ran close with a horsewhip, her little face flushed with cold. She saw two snowmen on the ground from a distance, running in three steps and two steps, and cried out crisply, "Are you all dead?"

The children of the Fang Kingdom are never afraid of the dead.

After a while, Stuka replied in a low voice, "He's dead...... I'm almost there. ”

"Wait, I'll go back to Eminem!" the little girl turned, the beaded chain in her hair rattling softly, but Stuka suddenly stopped her with difficulty, "Wait...... Don't go. ”

"Why?" the little girl asked, looking back.

Stuka glanced down at the High Priest on his lap. His face was already pale, but there seemed to be a gentle, almost helpless smile at the corners of his mouth, as if he could sigh at any moment.

"I ask you," Stuka slowly looked up, "do you believe in God of War?"

The little girl nodded blankly.

"My friend told me something, and although I didn't understand it, at least his words shouldn't have died with me. Stuka smiled softly at her, motioned for her to take a few steps closer, and asked softly, "Have you ever thought about it, the god of war is so powerful, why doesn't she deal with the alien race?"

The snow was swept by the wind and sprinkled across the heavens and the earth.

The young man spoke to the little girl for a while, his voice getting lower and lower, and when his voice finally melted into the wind, Stuka slowly lowered his head and did not move.

The little girl stood there for a moment, then suddenly cried "wow", turned and ran back into the snow.

In the snow and mist, the five-colored light flashed and disappeared with her steps.