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

Two ferocious giant mouths bit towards Lin Qiye. Lu Baoyou ignored the knife light of [Zhan Bai] and let it fall on his body, holding Lin Qiye's wrist tightly.

The extreme darkness shattered the two ferocious giant mouths, but at this moment, Lin Qiye had no time to stop Fang Mo from destroying the altar.

Fang Mo raised his hand and concentrated all his strength on one point.

boom--! ! !

The altar shattered into pieces, flying in all directions, the pool of water broke open, and the water seeped into the soil.

Just before Lu Baoyou lost consciousness, a thought came to his mind.

Did that bastard ever risk his life for something like he is doing now?

There were still some people who remained conscious. They looked at the broken altar in the distance and wanted to laugh out loud, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they were in so much pain that they couldn't speak.

Smiling is uglier than crying.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Lin Xuan walked out of the jungle, with crisp applause, and there was no trace of laughter on his face.

Lin Qiye and others took off their masks, and instructors walked out from underground one by one. They raised their hands and also showed their applause.

These recruits have, to some extent, become qualified soldiers and they deserve respect.

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"Fuck, that hurts."

Lu Baoyou wanted to stretch, but was woken up by the pain.

He jumped up from the bed and looked around.

This place looked like a hospital, and he was lying on a clean white bed.

The wound on his body caused by the snow-white long knife was gone, replaced by a thick blood scab.

"you're awake?"

A lazy female voice sounded beside Lu Baoyou's ears. He turned around and saw a woman who looked to be about 27 or 28 stuffing cake into her mouth and talking incoherently.

"Where is this? Where are those people?"

Lu Baoyou asked hurriedly, wanting to know whether those people were dead or not, especially the boy named Fang Mo.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't care about the other person, he just really dislikes the other person. If the other person is still alive, he will punch him.

“This is the medical room of the training camp. You are the last one to wake up. The others have already recovered.

Everything you experienced before, including the Hades Altar and the deaths of new soldiers, was fake."

"Is it fake...?"

Lu Baoyou murmured, in fact he also felt something was wrong.

The man wearing the Monkey King mask obviously didn't use his full strength.

"Are you a tiger? You actually dared to resist [White Slash]. The last time I saw someone this fierce was at Shenlong Pass. There was a fool who wanted to stop Klein Mystery alone to buy time for others.

Come to think of it, you and that guy look quite similar."

Guangchan's last sentence was spoken in a low voice, but Lu Baoyou still heard it.

Lu Baoyou's mind was moved, and an emotion that he couldn't understand surged in his heart. He suddenly stood up and rushed to Guangchan, ignoring the cracking blood scab, and asked hurriedly: "How is that person?"

"You're just like this now. You're clearly seriously injured and need to recuperate, but you insist on getting out of bed to care about trivial things."

As Guangchan said this, she stuffed the cake into her mouth and wiped it on Lu Baoyou's white sheets with her jade fingers.

Lu Baoyou wanted to ask something when someone knocked on the door.

"Doctor Guang."

Fang Mo and Li Zhenzhen pushed the door open and walked in, first bowing respectfully to Guangchan.

They saw with their own eyes that the other party cured all the seriously injured recruits in less than two hours. This kind of medical ability is simply abnormal!

"It's you."

Lu Baoyou looked at Fang Mo and snorted coldly.

"You useless piece of shit! With so many people helping you, you almost couldn't even destroy the altar."

Fang Mo's words of thanks got stuck in his throat. "Do you want to fight?"

"Come on, I've been annoyed with you for a long time. Who are you trying to show off to with all this arrogant attitude?"

Lu Baoyou rolled up his sleeves and was about to stand up to argue with Fang Mo.

"Just come."

Fang Mo glared at him, "Don't think that just because you helped me, you can insult my character at will."

To be honest, he also felt that Lu Baoyou's face was very unpleasant, and it made people want to punch him and make his face bruise a little more.

"You two, stop right there! The instructors are waiting. Leave now!"

Li Zhenzhen quickly acted as a peacemaker and pulled the two men, who were glaring at each other, out the door.

The two men stood on both sides of Li Zhenzhen, staring at each other, neither of them willing to give in.

Li Zhenzhen acted as a peacemaker all the way and felt very tired, but she didn't know that this would be her normal state in the future.

On the training ground, six hundred and five recruits stood there in a row.

When Li Zhenzhen and the other two saw them, they also saw Li Zhenzhen and the other two.

Everyone burst into cheers instantly.

"It's Li Zhenzhen, Fang Mo, and Lu Baoyou."

The instructors have already told them the real name of the Six-Winged Overlord.

The image of Lu Baoyou flapping his six dark red wings and rushing towards Lin Qiye left a deep impression on them, and he got the nickname of the Six-Winged Little Overlord.

The crowd cheered and rushed towards the three people.

Lu Baoyou frowned and was about to scold when someone rushed forward and lifted him up high.

"Wuhu~Lu Baoyou is awesome!"

"Hey (`O′), put me down, or I'm going to hit you!"

Lu Baoyou struggled in dissatisfaction, but he could no longer respond. More and more people gathered around him and threw him high into the air.

"Put me down, I'm really going to do it!!!"

"Look at how anxious the child is."

On the stage, Lin Xuan watched this scene and joked.

He turned to look at Yuan Gang: "So, did those Ancient God Church members get anything out of me?"

"Not yet. They're very stubborn."

Yuan Gang shook his head. "How did you identify them? They clearly didn't take the initiative to attack."

"You'll have to ask An Qingyu about that."

Lin Xuan glanced at An Qingyu.

An Qingyu adjusted his glasses. "They were among the hundred people, lying on the ground, pretending to be exhausted, but in fact they still had most of their strength left, waiting for an opportunity to strike."

Playing such tricks under his [absolutely correct answer] is nothing but courting death.

"Lu Baoyou, what are you going to do?"

Lin Xuan asked another question.

"……I have no idea."

Yuan Gang looked at the young man who was thrown high into the air and kept threatening death.

Originally, because Lu Baoyou attacked ordinary people on the train, he was banned from attending the training camp.

Later, he violated orders and sneaked into the training camp, making his mistake even worse.

According to the Night Watch's rules, he should be sent home immediately and not allowed to attend the training camp for three years.

But...if he really did that, the recruits would definitely be furious.

They already knew it was just a show.

But still the same sentence.

Things are fake, but emotions are real.

If the recruits continue to advance but still fail to destroy the altar in the end, they will inevitably feel disappointed.

Even if all this is false, the blow to their hearts will be huge.

He was very glad that Lu Baoyou had sneaked into the training camp illegally, and that he had taken action in the end.

Lu Baoyou helped them take the last meter and also ignited a fire in their hearts, an unyielding fire.

To them, Lu Baoyou, Fang Mo, and Li Zhenzhen are heroes who turn the tide in times of crisis and ignite the fire in their hearts.

When the weak are angry, they draw their swords against those who are even weaker; when the strong are angry, they draw their swords against those who are even stronger.

Now, they have the potential to become strong.