Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

The dazzling golden eyes shone in the dark night, and at the moment when the Ghost Face King's head fell, he stabbed it with a knife.

At that moment, Lin Xuan clearly saw the obvious fear and despair emerging on the hideous ghost face.

puff!

The boning knife pierced through the ghost's face and came out from the back of the head.

This time, he used all his strength.

An inhuman howl suddenly sounded, as if it was going to pierce the eardrums.

Through his golden eyes, the Ghost-Faced King vaguely saw the ferocious and sacred great being, the huge black dragon that reached the sky and the earth.

It was also at this moment that it realized what a great existence it had just coveted.

It saw His Kingdom of God, a terrifying country filled with despair and unwillingness.

It was wailing and even more terrified.

It is afraid that death is not the end for it, and that what awaits it is endless pain and torture.

Lin Xuan discovered that he could actually collect the Ghost Face King's soul into Nibelungen, but in the end, he let the other party dissipate directly.

At the same time, a huge amount of energy instantly filled his whole body. Lin Xuan could feel the bones in his body crackling, and even his body felt a little swollen.

Like... overeating?

He could feel that the purity of his bloodline had greatly improved.

It’s just that it’s hard to check in my mind right now to see how much I’ve improved.

Lin Xuan shifted his gaze back to the head with the hideous face.

What the Ghost-Faced King saw last was Nidhoggr’s Nibelungen, not Lin Xuan’s own.

There were no subjects in his Nibelung, and therefore no despair abounded.

But Lin Xuan's Nibelungen does not welcome such an evil spirit.

Lin Qiye also rushed out and quickly supported Zhao Kongcheng, preventing him from falling to the ground and getting covered in mud.

pat, pat.

The heavy rain almost covered the soles of his shoes. Lin Xuan stepped on the rain and came to Zhao Kongcheng, holding the Ghost Face King's head in his hand.

He said in a relaxed tone, "Old Zhao, what did I say? You still have to rely on me."

Just now, he further confirmed that the Nibelungen could collect the souls of those who died in battle. Now that he was relieved, he naturally wanted to make a joke.

"Fuck you, you just got lucky, I chopped off your head anyway."

Zhao Kongcheng rolled his eyes, and at the same time he felt scared.

I didn't expect that even though I was so cool just now, I didn't completely kill the Ghost-Faced King.

At this moment, he no longer had the energy to think about why Lin Xuan knew that the Ghost Face King was not dead.

"Okay, Zhao Kongcheng, don't say anything. I'll take you to the hospital right away."

Lin Qiye said hurriedly.

Through those eyes, he could clearly sense how bad Zhao Kongcheng's health was.

"It's not necessary. It's just a little aftereffect."

"You call that a little bit?"

Lin Qiye frowned, he didn't want to see Zhao Kongcheng die because of him.

"You'll die if you keep going like this."

"fine,"

Zhao Kongcheng laughed, his expression indescribably happy.

"At least I got to experience the addiction of the Forbidden Ruins. That was the Annihilation of Life and the Flashing Moon—I really am a genius!"

"Smelly boy, do me a favor."

Zhao Kongcheng looked at Lin Xuan beside him.

"What's the deal?"

"I have a pack of cigarettes in my pocket, light them for me."

Lin Xuan fumbled in Zhao Kongcheng's chest pocket for a moment and took out a pack of blood-soaked cigarettes.

According to Lin Xuan's original memory, this box of cigarettes was a very cheap type.

He picked out one that was not wet by blood and rain, handed it to Zhao Kongcheng's mouth and lit it for him.

"Lin Qiye, you little brat, that knife strike just now... am I handsome?"

"handsome."

Lin Xuan and Lin Qiye nodded at the same time, which made Zhao Kongcheng's mouth curl up.

Damn, it was worth it!

Both of the gods' agents said that I was handsome, so even if I went down, it would be enough for me to brag about.

He found joy in the midst of adversity.

"With Old Zhao's amazing achievements, how can we not... make him a general..."

He forced a smile, as if he was thinking of some scenes.

But the light in his eyes was slowly extinguishing, like a burnt-out wick.

Lin Qiye shook Zhao Kongcheng's body, "Zhao Kongcheng, wake up again, you haven't become a general yet, you can't die yet!"

"Although I failed to protect tens of thousands of people this time, I at least protected your family and that idiot Lin Xuan who loves to show off.

It's not an insult... the words behind the coat of arms."

Zhao Kongcheng's voice became smaller and smaller until it became silent.

Lin Qiye suddenly remembered the words behind the emblem.

If the dark night falls, I will stand before millions of people, draw my sword towards the abyss, and stain the sky with blood.

He knelt on the ground in a daze, the rain sliding down his cheeks, along with his tears.

He was crying silently.

Behind Lin Qiye, Lin Xuan's golden eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

At the moment when Zhao Kongcheng lost his breath, he had successfully collected Zhao Kongcheng's soul into the Nibelungen, thus saving Zhao Kongcheng's life in disguise.

Zhao Kongcheng had just experienced a great battle and was currently sleeping in the Nibelungen. He would wake up in no more than a day.

However, Zhao Kongcheng in Nibelungen only has a soul.

As long as I grow to a certain level, I will be able to rebuild Zhao Kongcheng's body.

He had a vague premonition that he might be able to use the blood of the Black King and the power of the Nibelung to make Zhao Kongcheng one of the four great monarchs.

For example, the King of Sky and Wind.

Although he thought so in his heart, Lin Xuan's face showed sadness again.

Fortunately, Lin Qiye was immersed in sadness just now and didn't notice that he was smiling.

Otherwise, he really can't wash himself clean even if he jumps into the Yellow River.

After a while, Lin Qiye raised his head.

With the help of his powerful hearing, Lin Xuan could hear what the other party was muttering.

Lin Qiye wanted to die a long time ago.

As a person who has been blind since childhood, claimed to have seen angels but was not believed, and was even locked up in a mental hospital, death is not scary.

But his family, his aunt and brother, pulled him out of despair and saved him time and time again.

No matter how big the flood is outside, I just want to protect my own little home.

Lin Xuan was silent. The most cruel thing was that after Lin Qiye became blind, his aunt had actually died.

The aunt who pulled Lin Qiye out of the abyss is still alive today thanks to Lin Qiye's miracle.

Lin Xuan suddenly felt that fate was so ironic. He walked closer silently, and a black umbrella appeared in his hand, covering Lin Qiye and Zhao Kongcheng.

Protect them from the heavy rain.

Lin Qiye didn't care about these things. He just stared blankly at Zhao Kongcheng's lifeless eyes. "Zhao Kongcheng, the last thing I want to do is owe others a favor."

"You protect my whole world, but what can I do for you?"

He gently stretched out his hand, closed Zhao Kongcheng's eyes, and turned to look at the low building behind him.

A dim light was coming from inside. It was his warm home and his harbor.

He took a deep breath and seemed to have made up his mind.

"Zhao Kongcheng, you saved my entire world. In exchange, I will protect your world for ten years!"

His tone was firm, and in the pitch-black night, only his golden eyes were exceptionally bright.

Lin Qiye carried Zhao Kongcheng's standard long sword on his back, carefully held Zhao Kongcheng in his arms, and slowly stood up.

Lin Xuan followed closely behind.

When Hongying hurried over, this was what she saw.

A young man had a straight knife on his back and was holding a middle-aged man in his arms.

The man was covered in blood, his eyes were closed, his expression was peaceful, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was proud from the bottom of his heart, or as if he had just had a beautiful dream.

Beside the young man, Lin Xuan stood quietly, also covered in blood.

He held a black umbrella in his hand, which covered the sky above Zhao Kongcheng.

Thunder exploded and a flash of white light disappeared.

The heavy rain, accompanied by strong winds, hit the world fiercely.

It hit the two young men and the soaked Hongying, but was blocked by a black umbrella and did not touch the ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

The boy holding an umbrella placed one hand on his chest and bowed his head in greeting.

The young man holding the corpse shouted with all his strength, "Junior Lin Qiye, I am here to see General Zhao Kongcheng off in triumph!!!"