I studied beheading in a mental institution

The moment he saw this coat of arms, an inexplicable sense of calling surged into Lin Qiye's heart.

This feeling is very strange, as if everything is predestined, when the coat of arms lying in the snow reflected his scorched and festered face, countless images flashed through his mind like a movie .

In the rainy night, Zhao Kongcheng draws his sword to slay ghosts; outside the mist, Zhou Ping slashes gods with his sword; at Shenlongguan, Lu Qiu desperately sends messages; beside the border, the gods of Great Xia sacrifice their lives to become monuments...

At this moment, Lin Qiye also saw the brilliance emanating from them.

It's on top of that coat of arms.

It has always been on my body, and the distance between it and myself is so close, but it seems so far away.

Lin Qiye, who was covered in scorched black, stretched out his hands tremblingly, as if he was holding a treasure, he dug out this brilliance from the snow, and held it in his palm.

What fell into the snow was not only a coat of arms, but also what Lin Qiye lacked in his heart, the piece of faith and mission that belonged exclusively to the night watchman.

That was what he had lost in the past few years, and it was also the root cause of his confusion and self-doubt.

The moment he grasped the coat of arms, all the confusion and doubts in his heart seemed to have been answered.

Lin Qiye smiled.

He smiled happily, even though the carbonized and blackened corner of his mouth was split open again, his eyes were still brighter than ever before.

"The ancient poems in China and foreign poems have been exhausted... This time, I want to try something else."

He stood up slowly, in the blizzard, looked up at the towering monument of the God of the Kingdom, and clenched his right hand holding the coat of arms tightly, and raised it to his temple.

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

He stood there straight, with his lips parted slightly, his voice mixed with some mysterious rhythm, echoing in the wind and snow:

"I, Lin Qiye, swear an oath before all living beings of Great Xia.

——If the dark night comes to an end..."

……

The whimpering wind and snow echoed between the peaks.

Countless recruits stared blankly at the battlefield of the Statue of God Monument in the distance, motionless like sculptures.

They witnessed with their own eyes the figure in the crimson cloak standing in front of the gods with a mortal body, being defeated and seriously injured again and again, but stubbornly and resolutely climbing up again, and guarding under the divine monument again. .

He was killed by the sky god for the first time, and the hearts of all the recruits seemed to stop suddenly, and endless despair and grief flooded their hearts.

He was driven into a deep pit by the God of Life for the second time, and all the recruits felt ashamed.

When they saw Lin Qiye burning his body in flames and climbing up from the bottom of the pit with his whole body carbonized, they finally couldn't restrain the emotions in their hearts and roared with all their strength. They hammered the ground with both fists, and their eyes were tearing His red eyes were filled with tears.

"Instructor Lin!!"

"Instructor Lin!!!"

"Instructor Lin!!! Fuck these bastards to death!!"

"..."

This is the first time they have witnessed such a tragic battle with their own eyes.

It was also the first time for them to feel so clearly what a night watchman is...

Beside the recruits, Shen Qingzhu stared at the scorched black figure. Under the crimson cloak, his body trembled slightly, his fingers dug deeply into his palms, his nails pierced the flesh, and strands of blood dripped down the joints. Among the snow.

He wanted to rush over countless times and fight side by side with Lin Qiye and the others, but his reason kept him under control and kept him where he was.

He doesn't have the perverted potential of Lin Qiye, and he doesn't have such a terrifying monster in Cao Yuan's body. Shen Qingzhu is just an ordinary person. Even if he rushes to the sacred monument and uses ghosts and gods to forcibly elevate his realm, there is no threat at all in front of the gods. to speak of.

Lin Qiye left them behind because he hoped that if something happened to him, they would be able to protect this group of recruits.

These recruits... are the future of Great Xia.

Shen Qingzhu's chest heaved violently. Looking at the battlefield in the distance, he felt for the first time that he was so weak, so weak that he didn't even have the qualifications to risk his life to fight with his brothers.

Anger, self-blame, unwillingness, these emotions rushed into his heart crazily.

He... can't do anything.

Just when Shen Qingzhu fell into deep self-blame, he saw that under the stele of the God of Zhen Guo, the scorched figure slowly raised his fist and placed it next to his temple.

A voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"I, Lin Qiye, swear an oath before all living beings of Great Xia.

——If the dark night comes to an end..."

The moment they heard this voice, all the recruits present froze in place, only Shen Qingzhu seemed to have thought of something and reacted quickly.

He recalled what Lin Qiye had talked to him not long ago, and guessed what Lin Qiye was going to do next.

Damn...damn! !

A glimmer of light flashed in Shen Qingzhu's mind, he turned his head suddenly, and yelled at all the recruits beside him:

"What are you waiting for!! Instructor Lin's last lecture is not over yet!!

everyone! !Follow Instructor Lin to swear an oath! ! ! "

Shen Qingzhu's roar awakened the recruits present from their confusion. They quickly stood up straight, clenched their right fists and placed them next to their temples, and fixed their eyes on the scorched but still upright figure in front of the sacred tablet:

"I, Fang Mo, swear an oath before all sentient beings in Great Xia!"

"I, Lu Baoyou, swear an oath before all sentient beings in Great Xia!"

"I, Li Zhenzhen, swear an oath before all sentient beings in Great Xia!"

"I, Su Zhe, am..."

"..."

In the end, everyone's voices converged into one sentence:

"—If the dark night comes to an end!!"

……

In the distance, the swearing-in of hundreds of recruits was like rolling thunder, echoing in the wind and snow.

Isis stood under the stele, glanced at the direction of the sound, frowned slightly, then turned to look at the scorched black figure crawling out of the deep pit behind him and walking slowly.

As the sound spread, it seemed that some kind of extremely strong power was constantly emerging from his body.

That is 【The Poet of the Sky】.

"It's really haunted..."

Isis snorted coldly, and walked towards Lin Qiye in a green jacket.

Lin Qiye's expression was extremely calm, he opened his mouth, and the voice came out again:

"—I will stand before tens of thousands of people!!"

"——I will stand in front of tens of thousands of people!!!" On the distant mountain peak, hundreds of recruits shouted in unison.

"—Holding the knife to the abyss!!"

"—Holding the knife to the abyss!!!"

Seeing Isis getting closer and closer to him, Lin Qiye took a deep breath, turned over the crest tightly held in his palm, and a short silver needle popped out automatically.

Lin Qiye's eyes burst out with an unprecedented light!

He pierced the short needle into his own flesh and blood like lightning, and roared with all his strength:

"—Blood stained the sky!!"

"—Blood stained the sky!!!"