When Lin Yuqing first saw Valhalla's huge God of War Totem, it was shimmering golden red in the setting sun, and it looked as if it was about to break through the clouds. Now, it was being struck by the increasingly rapid wind and snow, and sank into the thick, boundless darkness.

A tall alien was sitting cross-legged in front of the totem, its long tail hanging down from the stone beam, slowly swaying back and forth in mid-air with a bit of leisure. Just as countless ants suddenly came out of the earth, and without an order, aliens poured in from all directions, and for a while, everywhere as far as the eye could see, there was a dense black green, and I don't know how many came.

The alien who was sitting on the stone beam did not reply, but slapped the totem with his backhand, making a few "bang" sounds, and it looked at a few of the Fang warriors who had already been enraged, smiled hoarsely, and asked, "Are we here...... But what about your gods?"

"Kill insects, you don't need the god of war!"

The warrior at the head of the warrior had green tendons on his forehead, and he screamed, and immediately shook his hand, and the waist knife circled and flew out towards the alien race.

With this move, the other three warriors also pounced—on the other side were aliens a hundred times their number, and the impact of these warriors looked like moths to a fire; Someone in the distance shouted to Lin Yuqing: "Little brother, we are stopping the insects, you go and send a letter!"

Lin Yuqing, who was stunned, woke up like a dream, he turned around and was about to rush into the birdshed, but his steps were suddenly stunted, and the clothes on his back were pulled for something. Looking back, the boy found that Nagarjuna was biting at his coat, and his voice was indistinctly indistinctly resolute: "Don't go in—"

Before the word "go" could be spoken, a blinding white light shone brightly in the birdshed.

Lin Yuqing's eyes lit up and suddenly turned black, and in a burst of pain that seemed to pierce his eyeballs, tears could not be controlled and gushed out. His vision was dark and dreary, and for a moment only his heavy breathing was left in his ears, and just when he was at a loss and wondered if his eyes were blind, he heard Nagarjuna suddenly roar: "Get out of the way!"

In the panic of not being able to see, the boy staggered a few steps away, and felt something rush out of his side, bringing up a gust of wind that made the snow cold and hit his face.

As he stumbled and fell to the ground, his vision finally lit up dimly again—he saw a dark figure being struck into the air in the distance, its smoke-like tail arcing in its vision.

"Nagarjuna!" the boy cried out urgently.

Nagarjuna writhed in the air and twisted his body, and finally landed on all four paws and landed not far from the entrance of the main hall. Ignoring the fierce fighting aliens and fangs around it, it raised its head and rushed towards the young man, shouting as it rushed, "Don't run yet!"

Lin Yuqing looked back, and his soul was cold.

The birdshed had long since evaporated in the white light, and not long ago it had been a place where the birdshed had been, and at this time a curvaceous figure was standing upright.

The stone floor beneath the figure's feet seemed to have been corroded by something, and a few remaining feathers were blown into the air by the wind, rolled around the man, and quickly disappeared into the night. Hundreds of sparrowhawks were completely erased in a single breath.

The figure took a step towards him.

Wrong!

Lin Yuqing reacted suddenly, and ran desperately in the direction of Nagarjuna—it wasn't a human, it was a humanoid falling spirit!

Nagarjuna approached him, grabbed him by the sleeve, and dragged him behind the fangs who were fighting hard. One of the oldest of the warriors, who had knocked two aliens in a row with his own strength—it seemed that even the Falling Spirit was not very effective in the face of such a disparity in numbers—and he looked ahead just in time to see the shadow of the humanoid Falling Spirit gradually clearing out of the snow mist, and his face was bloodless.

The soft-lined, pointy chin of the humanoid pendant looked like a woman, and it bit its "fingers" and smiled at the warrior of the Fang Kingdom and Lin Yuqing, its plump red lips curled like a crescent.

For a moment, the old soldier stood as if struck by lightning, his knife in his hand, and he forgot what he was doing.

"That's not going to be ...... That...... It couldn't be ......."

"What's wrong with you, now is not the time to be in a daze!" the thick-bearded warrior shouted, and with a wave of his hand, the white silk-like falling spirits suddenly intertwined and spread all over the air, like a silk net, and immediately stopped several alien spears for him.

Through the "net", the nearest alien bared its teeth at the two of them, and a fishy smell rushed out through the grid. The old warrior suddenly came back to his senses, and with a loud roar, a cloud of black mist rushed towards the alien race, covering its head and face, and a miserable hiss suddenly faintly came out of the mist.

However, this did not intimidate the alien race in the rear.

None of the aliens they fought against were able to realize that they were no match for the Fallen Spirit, and they continued to pounce on them—even if they were corpses. In the face of the surging tide of alien races, almost dying with them, even the falling spirits were overwhelmed, and the four warriors and Lin Yuqing all felt a heavy struggle.

"Do you see that falling spirit clearly?" The elder warrior had just repelled the alien race in front of him, and immediately turned his head and shouted at Lin Yuqing: "It's ...... Is it a woman?"

"Okay, it seems to be ......"

The young man stammered for a while, and the alien who was still watching the battle on the stone beam suddenly laughed: "It's really not easy, I didn't expect there to be people who know it." ”

The older warrior's face shuddered twice.

The alien stood up and let out a long cry, and the bugs below suddenly stopped their attack and retreated some distance, leaving behind a few panting, heavy-looking Fang warriors. A young man, who didn't seem to realize anything, raised his voice and shouted at the tall alien, "Grandpa doesn't need your mercy!

However, before he finished speaking, his voice froze in his throat.

With the sound of soft footsteps, the humanoid falling spirit not far away approached.

It does look like a woman: although when you look closely, there is always a faint weird deformation of the facial features and limbs, but on the whole, this falling spirit even deserves a "beauty" - Lin Yuqing glanced at it more, and always felt that it seemed a little familiar.

The warriors of the Fang Kingdom glanced at it a few times, and everyone couldn't help but turn pale, and some even had their lips trembling.

"Snap" twice, and the tall alien slapped his face crisply.

It leaped off the stone beam with a thud, and when it straightened up, it was even a head taller than the tallest warrior. The alien was covered in thick scale armor, and a pair of yellow-gray eyes turned around, and said with a smile: "Looks like you all recognize it." Why don't you salute?"

The warriors of the Fang Kingdom seemed to be choked by the throat, and they couldn't utter a word. Lin Yuqing was anxious and dazed, and glanced in the direction of the main hall - if Ida was still in the main hall, then there were at least a thousand aliens between her and herself.

For a while, there was no one in the audience.

The alien race at the head seemed to be enjoying the moment, and his voice lengthened, and he said slowly, "Why don't you seem to be happy when you see the God of War?"

Lin Yuqing was startled, suspecting that he had misheard—he looked around, only to find that several warriors had their lips pursed tightly, and after a few seconds, someone finally scolded hoarsely and in a low voice: "That's not the God of War!"

"What the hell is going on?" the young man asked hurriedly as he saw the humanoid falling spirit chuckle.

"This ...... This is the fallen spirit of Valhalla. ”

The old warrior stared closely at the fallen spirit not far away, and his voice was dry: "Among the first batch of fallen spirits obtained by the Fang Kingdom, it is the one with the longest history and the most outstanding achievements. I didn't expect Valhalla to lose the fallen spirit...... Actually, it was it. ”

The warrior with a thick beard wiped his face heavily. "It hasn't been there for hundreds of years...... I've only heard of it being able to vaporize thousands of aliens with a single burst of light, but I've never seen one. It almost became a legend. ”

"It's so rude. The falling spirit suddenly spoke, his voice soft and deep, "You children, have you forgotten what you used to call me?"

The elder warrior's lips trembled and he exchanged glances with a few people around him, and after a moment of silence, he finally lowered his head and said, "The glory of the god of war." ”

"Isn't that right? The Falling Spirit smiled slightly, "You've all seen my power, don't let me do it." What's more, I'm not the only one you've lost your fallen spirits. ”

"Why...... What's going on?" The younger warrior suddenly couldn't help it, and let out a few angry roars that startled Lin Yuqing: "How can you help the aliens? Why can they get the Fallen Spirits? What do you want us to do?"

"Tied up. The glory of the god of war said softly.

"That's impossible! either I'll die, or—"

At this moment, the white silk mesh suddenly opened, and it was densely spread in the air. Lin Yuqing only felt that his field of vision was tilted, and his body suddenly became weightless, and it was not until he fell on top of a Fang Nation warrior that he reacted, and it was Nagarjuna who threw himself under the wire net.

Before he could get up, there was a sudden silence outside the wire fence, and even the wind and snow stopped. Lin Yuqing's heartbeat was so loud that for a moment his ears were filled with the sound of his own blood flowing, and he raised his head with his mouth half-open, just in time to see the three Fang Kingdom warriors outside the silk screen falling down with a thud.

An old peasant-like man, sitting cross-legged on the ground smoking a dry tobacco, spat out a smoke ring, and took the pouch of his cigarette, revealing a dark mass of nothingness beneath his hat—another fallen spirit.

"Why, what's going on...... the only one who is still awake is the bearded warrior.

"Really, didn't I say it all? I'm not the only one who has fallen spirits. The glory of the god of war approached, and without looking at the two fish hiding behind the white silk falling spirit, he turned to the tall alien race and smiled: "Old rules, tie them all up." Is the spirit weapon still enough?"

The leader of the alien race nodded, and a group of aliens suddenly rushed up, dragging the three Fang Kingdom warriors to the rear - their chests were slightly heaving, and it seemed that they still had a life. I don't know if it's because the host is unconscious, but their three fallen spirits just watched all this in silence, not moving.

The silk-like Fallen Spirit slowly retracted the net, recovering to its original body, wrapping around the bearded warrior's arm. Nagarjuna shook his head vigorously, and also walked towards Lin Yuqing with a vague footstep, the bearded warrior's face was already blood-red, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Little brother, I'm sorry before. I want to ask you, can you go down the mountain and report to the front? I know...... I know the aliens are guarding the trailhead, but don't worry, I'll buy you time. ”

"Impossible. Without waiting for the boy to respond, Nagarjuna spoke first. The two of them were stunned for a moment, only to hear it continue: "I finally understand why the priest summoned that kind of guy just now...... Look at it. ”

The glory of the god of war was heard from afar, and he chuckled, and only greeted the three falling spirits: "How to deal with it, I guess you all know it, right?"

The dark villain's mother glanced at the shadows and snowflakes around her, and asked, "The host is immortal?"

"The host is immortal. ”

"We live in a spiritual artifact?"

"Of course. Otherwise, with the state of the host, we will not get much energy to nourish us. ”

"Then our actions ......"

"Look at me, I'm fine, right?" The glory of the god of war seemed to be a little impatient, and interrupted it: "Kashgar—oh, it's this alien race, which can guarantee that wherever we go, we will take the host wherever we go." ”

It didn't shy away from the other two humans in the slightest, as if they didn't exist.

The tall alien nodded, and a smile cracked on the triangular head. "Of course, all of this is based on the premise that you will cooperate with me. ”

"Don't worry, they're not the same as the two fallen spirits over there. The glory of the god of war stared at the three fallen spirits, but said to Kashgar: "When the priest summoned today, the three of them knew that the situation was going to be like this. If you don't agree, you won't come at all. ”

The bearded warrior was shocked, and immediately turned his head to look at the three falling spirits—but before he could speak, the silky falling spirits on his arms immediately rolled up into his face, covering his mouth firmly.

"Don't say things you shouldn't say," Nagarjuna warned in a low voice, "and the three of them can now use a vote. ”

Lin Yuqing had been staring at those alien races and fallen spirits in a daze, his face became more and more pale - the glory of the god of war just now finally made him figure out one thing.

Even the bearded warrior could see that they were now in order, but he clearly didn't realize how serious the problem had been.

Taking advantage of the efforts of the few fallen spirits to step forward, Lin Yuqing leaned over and whispered to the bearded warriors, "Don't be impulsive now...... I ask you one thing. ”

The boy's voice trembled slightly, and it seemed that it was difficult to control his breath.

The bearded warrior nodded, and the silk pendant slowly let go of his face.

"White Springs Tribe...... How many people are there?"

"One, more than a hundred, a very small tribe. The bearded warrior was stunned, not understanding why he suddenly asked this question, but he still answered.

Just when Lin Yuqing's heart sank straight to the bottom, the glory of the God of War suddenly turned his head. It glanced at Kashgar and smiled at the boy: "It turns out that the fang country is not only stupid. ”