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

Lin Xuan took a light breath and closed his eyes to feel it.

Generally speaking, before becoming a god, he cannot use the power of faith, nor can he have his own unique faith.

But perhaps it was his own identity as a Nidhogg hybrid, or perhaps it was his experience of constantly sending skeletons to the afterlife that year, or perhaps it was because the Nidhogg in Northern Europe died and he took over its place.

In short, by chance, he actually gained his own power of faith ahead of time.

That was the purest gratitude of the desperate creatures to him, and it was also the purest power of faith that the gods most desired.

This power of faith and despair mixed together, indistinguishable from each other, like the two poles of yin and yang.

While gaining the power of faith, Lin Xuan suddenly felt that a certain inspiration in his heart was strengthened.

It wasn't a physical sense, but his sixth sense.

There is indeed such a thing as the sixth sense in this world, whether it is in Lin Xuan’s previous life or in this world where extraordinary things exist.

Lin Xuan's sixth sense, which was already much sharper than that of ordinary people, was further enhanced at this time.

In combat, the sixth sense is particularly useful.

It can warn people, predict danger, and even, exaggeratedly, predict the enemy's next attack route.

This was the change that Lin Xuan clearly perceived after he concentrated the power of faith into the black sun.

But Lin Xuan is sure that the power of faith has other uses, not just enhancing the sixth sense.

He had a vague guess about this.

Lin Xuan's mind raced as he walked to the center of Nibelungen, beside the Dead Water River.

A fragrance suddenly wafted into my nose.

The human body is really an amazing thing. Late at night, as long as you calm down and observe carefully, and follow your body's reaction, it will tell you that it wants to have a midnight snack.

At this time, everyone was sitting at a wooden table, which was filled with a wide variety of ingredients.

The diesel generator was placed aside and the hot pot on the table was bubbling.

"Hongyan, I've told you so many times, those are chopsticks, you can't eat them!"

"Azhu, don't use your hands. If you really can't do it, you can ask the Rubik's Cube to help you turn the meat out of the pot!"

Zhao Kongcheng was so anxious that he jumped up and down, almost moving back and forth between Ah Zhu and Hong Yan.

On the side, Chen Muye sat calmly, quietly helping a few people pick up dishes, and then secretly took the dishes from Zhao Kongcheng's bowl.

"coming?"

Chen Muye was the first to notice Lin Xuan's arrival. He smiled and pulled out a stool.

"Ah."

Lin Xuan nodded. Whenever he returned here, he always felt particularly at ease.

He casually rubbed Hongyan's little head, turned around, took out the dishes from the cabinet, and sat next to Chen Muye.

Zhao Kongcheng wiped the sweat off his face and looked at Lin Xuan.

"How have you been lately, kid?"

"good."

Lin Xuan picked up a piece of beef tripe from the pot, and the mist dissipated and merged into the gray fog.

After finishing the hot pot, the three of them sat at the dining table.

Zhao Kongcheng lit a cigarette and turned to look at Lin Xuan.

"What happened, kid? You always look like you have a lot on your mind when you come here."

Chen Muye also turned to look at Lin Xuan.

The two of them were worthy of being night watchmen, and they keenly noticed that Lin Xuan was thinking about something.

"Something happened."

Lin Xuan gave a brief account of Pangpang's story.

The two listened quietly, and the veins on Zhao Kongcheng's forehead bulged.

Chen Muye's face remained calm, but Lin Xuan noticed that the captain was clenching his fists, as if trying to control his emotions.

After a while, Chen Muye spoke slowly with a serious expression.

"Lin Xuan, killing Baili Xin cannot be done by any of you."

Once they kill Baili Xin with their own hands, there will be no turning back.

No matter what, the other party is still an honorary senior member of the Night's Watch. If he really died in their hands, he would not be able to serve as the fifth special team, let alone the Night's Watch.

Either escape or enter a fasting house and be imprisoned for life.

For the Night's Watch, rules are above everything else, even if they are from the reserve unit of the Fifth Special Squad.

"We can't let these bastards live like this."

Zhao Kongcheng frowned and took a deep puff of his cigarette.

He is a rough man who doesn't understand many big principles, but if it were him, if anyone wanted to attack his brother, he would definitely dig up the other person's ancestral grave.

"Stupid, just because Lin Xuan and the others can't do it themselves doesn't mean they can't kill."

An unfathomable smile appeared on Chen Muye's lips.

"Don't forget, we are the 'dead'."

"Got it. When I'm about to kill that old guy, I'll make a dashing appearance."

"You looked awesome last time, right? Now it's my turn. My ancient authority is perfect for this kind of situation."

"According to what you said, Hongyan's ancient authority can also be used."

"Her tremors will cause all the surrounding buildings to collapse. There are many ordinary people inside them."

"Yours is about the same."

"I can control it, and my current state is not enough to cause such a large range of damage."

The two of them had a heated discussion about who should appear. Lin Xuan listened while stuffing potato chips into his mouth, and did not forget to feed some to Hongyan.

Now everything is ready, just waiting for the birthday party to begin.

Birthday banquets and funeral banquets can be held together, so there is no need to prepare them twice.

When I think about it this way, I realize that I am really a kind person.

Under Lin Xuan's guidance, everyone had a smooth journey.

Later on, it was basically Lin Qiye who used transformation magic to transform into the appearance of the original owner, while Lin Xuan used the Dark Light to cover everyone instead of covering the van.

After all, even under the cover of the dark light, there will still be a very light gray mist floating around, which is very eye-catching, especially during the day.

Guangzhou-Shenzhen City, on the day of the birthday banquet, in the morning.

A white van was driving on the road. A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard was sitting in the driver's seat, seemingly talking to himself.

"Where to go next?"

Baili Pangpang took a deep breath and looked at the Rolex on his hand.

Nine thirty.

"The birthday party starts at 11 o'clock. At this time, my father and stepson should be welcoming guests, but my mother should still be in the villa.

I, I still want to go back to the villa and ask everything clearly."

"it is good."

crunch.

Amidst the screeching sound of brakes, a white van stopped at the gate of a large manor.

Looking in from the outside, you can see lush green grass and beautiful flower beds swaying in the wind. Twelve statues are scattered around the circular fountain.

In the sunlight of the rising sun, the water in the manor's fountain seemed to turn into blood, and the faces of the stone statues were dyed bright scarlet.

"Little Master?"

When the guard saw the person coming, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Open the door."

"Um, wait a moment, I'll contact the master."

"No need, let them in."

At this time, an old man dressed as a butler walked out of the manor and waved to the guard.

"Master Tu Ming, all of your friends, please come in."

The butler stepped aside and bowed.

"Young Master, I know what you want to ask. Please follow me."

The butler smiled and walked inside first.