Lin Yuqing finally knew why he felt that the glory of the God of War was very familiar.

As he was carried into Valhalla motionless by an alien, his gaze crossed over a statue of the god of war—the boy's mouth gaped in shock, almost suspecting that he was dazzled.

No wonder...... The people of the Fang Kingdom will call that fallen spirit "the glory of the god of war"!

"Do you think she looks like me?" he was stunned when a low, pleasant voice suddenly sounded. "But I think I'm better looking than she is. ”

Lin Yuqing was taken aback, and then realized that it was the glory of the God of War that approached at some point.

After entering the temple, the fallen spirit was dressed in a silk robe. The fabric slid down its bare skin, dragging long on the ground, wavy sheen behind each step. The falling spirit tilted his head, and the face that looked a little like the statue of the god of war met Lin Yuqing, and smiled at him.

Compared to the cold, solemn statue of the god of war, this fallen spirit is indeed much more vivid and beautiful—only in its half-squinted eyes, it always seems to burn with a bright light like wildfire, as if it will burn people if you are not careful.

"You...... What are you going to do with us?" asked Lin Yuqing dryly.

The glory of the god of war looked at him for a while, and did not answer, but only said softly: "The last remaining Fang Guoren just now has always refused to be captured, knowing that there is only one way to die, but he still launched an attack on us. ”

"Right...... So what?" Lin Yuqing didn't understand why it suddenly said this.

"If you hadn't released the Fallen Spirit and interrupted the battle, he would have died long ago—along with his Fallen Spirit. You're not the same as the fools of the Fangs, you're smarter than them, and you know how to weigh the situation better than they do. The falling spirit slowly licked his snow-white teeth, and his red lips curved like velvet: "This also shows ...... You are more dangerous than they are. Tell me, how do I deal with a danger that might be budding?"

Lin Yuqing's heart thumped, and he didn't say a word.

The glory of the god of war didn't seem to require him to speak anymore. It hooked its red lips, turned its gaze away, raised its chin towards the alien race, and said, "Throw him here with that fang, watch it closely." ”

The alien who was carrying Lin Yuqing suddenly lifted his arm and threw the boy down, he couldn't even curl up and defuse the momentum, so he could only stand up and be slapped by the ground - in a burst of black dizziness, the young man heard another bang around him, and the smell of sweat, blood, and leather armor suddenly became stronger, and it turned out that the Fang country warrior with a thick beard was also thrown down.

Several aliens carried knives and spears, and guarded the two of them firmly. There were footsteps in the main hall, and he didn't know what these aliens and fallen spirits were doing; Lin Yuqing couldn't feel his two arms being cut behind his back anymore, he looked at the stone brick dome, and for a while there was only a blank and panic.

How did things come to this?

"Huh," a low voice called out to him, calling back his thoughts. The bearded warrior took advantage of the gap in the alien race's gaze and said in a breathy voice: "Why did you stop me just now? I would rather die in battle than be caught by them! Damn, I can fight again now!"

Lin Yuqing bit his lip tightly, and his lower lip was bitten gray by him. After a while, he stared at the alien race around him and opened his mouth in a low voice.

"Why do you think the aliens are still keeping us alive?"

"How do I know!"

"Our fallen spirits are not the same as the fallen spirits on their side, you heard that. Even if Kashgar arrests us, it's hard to say whether we can get the cooperation of you and me......"

The young man paused, and saw that several aliens around him still didn't pay attention to him, so he continued to ask in a breathy voice, "I guess they are still wondering if we are useful." Our fallen spirits are still there, and as you said, we still have the strength to fight. But after this fight...... They will know that our troubles are far greater than their use, and they will not hesitate to kill us. ”

"So what? I'm not afraid of death!" the bearded warrior raised his voice in excitement, immediately attracting the attention of an alien. Not to be outdone, the bearded warrior raised his neck and struggled hard, as if he was about to scream out of the Fallen Spirit—

"What's the use of you dying now!" Lin Yuqing couldn't help but shout in a hurry.

The bearded warrior was stunned for a moment, and was violently swept back to the ground by the two aliens, and his stomach was smashed like this, and his face turned blood-red, and he forced a cough in his throat.

Lin Yuqing hurriedly glanced towards the distance of the main hall, but fortunately, the alien leader Kashgar only swept this way—perhaps seeing that the two were controlled again, it turned its head and continued to talk to the few falling spirits around it.

The boy withdrew his gaze, just in time to meet the bearded warrior's eyes. The other party gasped slightly and asked, "You...... Do you have an idea?"

Lin Yuqing nodded slowly.

"What?"

Lin Yuqing glanced at the aliens around him. He didn't know if the aliens guarding them could understand the lingua franca of the continent - after thinking about it, he said in a calm voice, "In a little while, the High Priest's men and horses will return." ”

The bearded warrior's face turned pale, and he suddenly reacted when he had just been in ecstasy—there was no time to be disappointed, he quickly set his eyes on the alien race around him. The three or four aliens were still like they had just done, slowly flapping their tails and glancing at them from time to time, as if they had understood the words.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that the surveillance of the alien races was loosened, Lin Yuqing opened his mouth.

His voice was deep, as if he was struggling to spit out every word: "I...... I only have one of the stupidest ways to do it. I thought about it for a long time, but I never thought of a better way. ”

When the boy said this, he lowered his eyelids and did not dare to look at him.

The bearded warrior was silent, and suddenly let out a breath from his nose.

"I see. As I said, I'm not afraid of death. I would like to return to the arms of the god of war...... Tell me, what the hell are you going to do?"

"Although the birdshed was destroyed, we did not completely cut off contact with the high priest. ”

"What do you mean?"

Lin Yuqing only felt his throat tighten—he knew that as soon as he said his next words, no one or anything would be able to stop the bearded warrior who he hadn't even had time to ask for his name from going to death. "When you die, your fallen spirit can return to the High Priest and tell him all about it. Your fallen spirit can't speak, but can always spell. ”

"And what are we waiting for?" the bearded warrior was really excited, "the sooner I die—"

"No!" the young man's voice interrupted him sharply, and when he saw the alien's gaze sweeping towards him, he hurriedly took a breath to calm his mind. "You don't know enough about it now. How many people have come from other races? How did they come from? How many fallen spirits are there? There is no such information, and if you die, what can your fallen spirit tell the high priest?"

The bearded warrior fell silent, and after a while, he let out a long breath. "So what do we do next?"

"When the time is right, you can call out the fallen spirit. ”

Exchange a human life for an opportunity-

When Lin Yuqing had to say the next half of the sentence, he even felt a certain disgust for himself: "Purpose...... The purpose is to kill you, so don't hurt the fallen spirit. ”

"Thank you, little brother!" the bearded warrior's voice trembled, "and you have to take care of yourself, too." ”

"Don't thank me, I have selfish intentions...... I can take advantage of the chaos to find Ada. Lin Yuqing said softly, still not looking at him: "Where is she?"

"She was in the apse, in her room. We locked the door before we came out to look for you," said the bearded warrior, a little embarrassed, "then...... Ahem, you know that. ”

Lin Yuqing nodded silently and furrowed his eyebrows. Before they could open their mouths to ask a few more questions, they heard a chaotic and heavy footsteps coming in from the door of the temple - the two of them had just raised their doubts, only to hear Kashgar raise his voice and order: "Throw them all into the main hall and stay away from those two!"

One by one, the aliens poured into Valhalla like a tidal wave, almost each carrying a person on their backs.

These people were completely different from Lin Yuqing just now—they hung softly on the shoulders of the aliens, and their bodies swayed with their steps, not so much living people as pieces of dead flesh.

When a tall man, who looked to have been once strong, was thrown to the ground by an alien thud, they both saw the spring water tattoo on his back at the same time.

"People from the White Springs tribe?" the bearded warrior couldn't help himself, and struggled to lift his upper body - fortunately, all the attention of the aliens guarding him was attracted away, and no one paid attention to him for a while. He stretched his neck, saw that all the people who were thrown down had the same spring water tattoos on their bodies, and hurriedly turned back to Lin Yuqing and asked, "Why did the Baiquan tribe appear here?

Lin Yuqing glanced at him and pursed her lips with an ugly face.

"Why don't you speak?" the bearded warrior asked again—but suddenly understood. He turned his head and saw that Kashgar had come behind him at some point.

The alien leader seemed to be very worried about them, and actually came over in person.

When viewed from below, Kashgar almost resembles a hill. Its head and face were immersed in shadow, and it was only when it grinned that a row of crocodile-like jagged fangs peeked out of the shadows.

"Why, haven't you explained it to this idiot yet?"

Kashgar hissed and laughed—the near-collision of gold and stone in its voice became clearer as it got closer. An astonishingly thick tail swam from the floor, wrapped around the bearded warrior's neck, and carried him into the air: "The warriors of the White Spring tribe are my precious guests. ”

Someone giggled in the distance.

The bearded warrior couldn't breathe, his face was purple, but he still struggled to burst out word by word: "You, you...... Catch them...... It's ......"

"Do you need to ask, when we are fighting, as soon as your high priests summon spirits, they may have fallen spirits. Kashgar's tail was regularly loosened and tightened around his neck, as if simply to appreciate his ever-changing face: "Isn't it a fair deal for me to exchange the lives of so many children of my clan for a few of you falling spirits?"

The glory of the god of war reclined on the seat of the high priest, and his two pointed feet hung down, swinging in the air as if he were watching a play.

The bearded warrior turned his eyes vigorously, and his pupils were already flushed blood-red. "For ...... Why ......"

The glory of the god of war pointed at himself, and his tone was like that of a girl: "Are you asking me? ”

The bearded warrior wanted to say something, but there was only a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and he couldn't make any sound.

Lin Yuqing was covered in cold sweat, but he just lowered his head, not daring to attract the attention of any alien race around him. He paid attention to the bearded warrior's voice, his eyes wandering over the people of the White Springs tribe, trying to count how many people were left alive.

Among the human bodies lying on the ground, there was not even a single old man or young child, and they must have all been killed because they were useless, and the remaining men and women in the prime of life, after some resistance and fighting, looked far less than a hundred at this time, probably only a few dozen—

It's good to be dead!

Lin Yuqing never thought that he would one day breathe a sigh of relief because of the death of someone.

The fewer people who survived in the Baiquan tribe, the fewer Fallen Spirits that the alien race could get, and although I didn't understand why the Fallen Spirits in Valhalla would suddenly defect, it was better to deal with dozens than more than a hundred—he was hurriedly counting to twenty, when suddenly Kashgar whistled, startling him back to his senses.

"See that fallen spirit?" the alien leader let go of his tail, and the bearded warrior slammed to the ground. In the direction it pointed, the fallen spirit, dressed as an old man with nothing under his hat, was floating faintly—"It will be responsible for putting you both to sleep." ”

When Kashgar said this, he narrowed his eyes, as if he couldn't help but smile: "Yes, I won't kill you." In particular, I won't kill this fang. ”

Lin Yuqing and the bearded warrior raised their heads suddenly, their faces a little pale.

"Do you want that fallen spirit to report back?" can you think of it, can't I think of it?" Kashgar smacked his lips, "How many times...... How many times have you people underestimated my intelligence, so that I took the children all the way to today. I hope you don't change this good habit in the future. ”

Amid Kashgar's hissing laughter, the old man's fallen spirit floated close to the bearded warrior, and it raised its cigarette pouch and poked into the empty air beneath its hat.

The bearded warrior flipped suddenly, and was about to call out the falling spirit, when there was a sudden pause in his movements—he seemed to remember something, and glanced back at Lin Yuqing.

It's like guilt, it's embarrassing, and it seems to be mixed with pleading and gratitude.

The boy understood in an instant, and his whole body was cold.

"What's your name?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Don't ask," the bearded warrior kicked the ground as hard as he could, dodging a foreign hand grabbing him and rolling back a little farther away, and in his panting, Lin Yuqing barely had time to hear one word clearly—"Quick!"

The fallen spirit wearing the hat had already taken down the cigarette pouch by this time, and a mist floated out of the void leisurely, and in the blink of an eye, it was white.

Lin Yuqing gritted his teeth, and at the same time that Nagarjuna threw himself out of his shoulder, he had closed his eyes tightly.

Next, he heard his own voice hoarse under an order: "Nagarjuna, kill him." ”