A Panda's Martial Arts

The emergency wall that sealed off the entire monastery was reopened to fill in the tunnels dug by the ratmen.

After the thick separation walls were pulled apart, the people who came to clean up saw the devastated corpses and realized what a terrible disaster the monastery had suffered.

"If you can't bear it, you can leave."

Sighing, the bald young man waved his hands behind him.

Not to mention the workers behind, even as a monk, he couldn't bear this bloody scene.

"Teacher...you have suffered."

Gently lifting the corpse in front of him that had been devoured until it lost its human shape, the bald young man took the pistol from the corpse's hand.

The handle of the gun was tightly gripped, and the tail of the pistol was still stained with blood when it was smashed, but half of the arm holding the gun was gnawed off, and the white bones were covered with the teeth marks of rats.

Apparently, after finding themselves trapped to death by the Wall, the distraught Ratmen simply ate on the spot.

"It's a good thing those mice are dead."

Putting the broken body on the stretcher, the bald young man closed his eyes for his teacher.

Corpses were brought out one after another. Those were monks who fought to the death in the monastery. They used their lives to block the attack of the alien race and immediately destroyed the sinister intention of the alien race. Facing these heroic people, the sanctuary Everyone paid tribute to them, even Charlemagne, who was a king, took time out of his busy schedule to attend the funerals of these people and expressed condolences for the death of these people.

"They are all the elites of the refuge, the glory of human civilization. Their bodies may have died, but their spirit will continue to shine on the future of mankind."

At the funeral, Charlemagne bowed slightly to all the participants.

"The glory of mankind lives forever."

Among the ranks, the bald young man lowered his head. Only now did he feel the weight of these words.

And beside him, Qianduoluo actually lowered his head slightly.

"What are you looking at? I'm not human?"

Seemingly aware of the gaze of the bald young man, Qianduoluo stared back with dissatisfaction.

"At least I'm still a member of the shelter. Do you have to be so aggressive towards your colleagues?"

"excuse me."

The bald young man frowned, but chose to take a half-step back temporarily. He didn't really want to have any conflict with the leader of the Kshatriya war group at this time.

It's just that Qianduoluo didn't listen to his apology at all. The two-meter-tall man had already passed in the direction of Charlemagne just after the speech was over.

"The acting was really good."

While embracing politely, Qiandara lowered his voice.

"I didn't expect that you would dare to come to their funeral. These dead ghosts probably didn't know that you sold their position until they died... So you also sold the details of the war group? You really think you are the mad king gone?"

"Selling you is the meaning of the master."

Charlemagne made Gandra shut up with just one sentence.

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can talk to the master."

"I did not mean that."

Thinking of the existence behind the man in front of him, Qianduoluo felt his scalp go numb.

"Mad King... I mean Your Majesty, did he really say that? We didn't do anything wrong..."

"Just open your mouth at you, and you deserve to die."

Seeing that the funeral was basically over, Charlemagne greeted everyone with a serious face, and then returned to his seat silently and sat down.

"Don't get too close to me, sit in the back row of me, our current relationship is not suitable for publicizing... Master still doesn't know how many people are still loyal to him in the refuge, and the Kshatriya battle group is naturally the same, so It’s not a bad thing to find a chance to wash it off.”

"So it is."

Qianduoluo nodded slightly, but there was a chill in his heart.

Rajput is still alive, which is not surprising to him, after all, among the long list of titles of this mighty king is "Undead"——

So it wouldn't be surprising even if he really didn't die. After all, he was that man's flag bearer back then, and he had seen with his own eyes how that man created impossible miracles one after another.

But what he didn't expect was that after the mad king returned, the first thing he did was to attack the Kshatriya war group.

It is also inaccurate to say that the Kshatriya war group was only attacked. After all, the Brahmin monastery was beaten even worse, but it is an indisputable fact that the Kshatriya war group was attacked by aliens because of the leak of the details——

The Brahmin monastery had a miserable victory, and the Kshatriya war group was not much better. Even because of the number of members, the number of deaths was even higher than that of the monastery.

"It's a necessary sacrifice."

Charlemagne's voice came from in front of him, subtle but clear.

"How can you catch fish if you don't give up the bait? If you don't do this battle thoroughly enough, how can you attract all those alien races?"

If you don't bring those alien races here, what will they use to refine the elixir?

This is something that the two parties in the conversation did not say clearly, but both Charlemagne and Gandra are well aware of it——

It was because of the accidental discovery of the secret of immortality at work that Charlemagne opened the concrete coffin after Mohankas' death, and it was also because of the secret of immortality that Qianduoluo was willing to work for it. The horse is for its drive.

As long as you invite the king into the urn first, and attract these greedy alien races, you can use the entire sanctuary as a container to start refining and make a real elixir for them, at least that's what the immortal Rajput said.

But now...

"It's all to blame for that bald donkey!"

Gandhara clenched his teeth, trying to restrain himself from moving his gaze to the bald young man in the distance.

"What did he do! He blew up all those alien races to death! What's the use of roasting meat all over the place? Didn't those who died in battle die in vain?"

"Be quiet, someone is already paying attention to you."

With his back to Gandhara, Charlemagne's voice remained steady.

"Don't do anything to that kid, that kid has already become famous in the first battle, even if the monastery can't protect that kid now, but a lightning strike killed 38 alien races, this prestige is better than that of Mohankas who poured the mad king into the cement back then There is no difference..."

"I know, I'm just..."

It's pure hate.

Some indecent words are only suitable to be kept in the heart, but the more these things are fermented in the dark, the more mellow they become——

Especially hatred, even if the bald young man was just a nobody to him, and Qianduo Luo didn't even know the name of the other party, but this didn't prevent him from wanting to kill this bald donkey alive.

You must know that he came from the era of the Mad King. At that time, he was still in his prime when he fought in all directions, but now more than 20 years have passed, and his body is no longer as strong as before. Although the huge skeleton over two meters high It still looks terrifying, but only he knows that the strength he is proud of has long been far inferior to before, and his hair and beard have already turned gray.

He is already old, tortured by injuries, and has few years to live, so he has the idea of ​​leading the team away from the refuge. He is already old and doesn't want to intrigue anymore, he just wants to live for himself——

But Charlemagne's veiled hint made him hopeful.As the mad king's entourage, he always knew what Rajput wanted to do, and this also meant that he, too, could return to his youth.

Everything was perfect, but after paying the price of blood, those alien races were really fooled, they swaggered into the refuge, and even prepared to wipe out all human beings.

These alien races never imagined that they would be the first to die. The immortal medicine refined by so many alien races could even arm an undead army on a scale.

And he, Qianduoluo, would naturally be a member of that undead army, after all, he was the banner officer of the mad king.

But that bald donkey ruined everything.

"If you must do it, then send a killer, at least don't do it yourself, the backlash will be very troublesome."

Charlemagne's voice came from the front.

"In fact, I don't recommend you to do it now, because the entire shelter knows that you have had conflicts. If the bald head dies, everyone will think that you did it."

"No, so what if I just go straight to it?"

Gritting his teeth, Qianduoluo suppressed his voice.

"The old things in the monastery have been burned to ashes! We only need to clear out the remaining people, so the whole refuge is not our territory? The monastery now adds up to less than [-] people, and the opposition is basically dead. , are we still so careful? Who are we pretending to be?"

"Of course I pretend to show it to everyone...forget it..."

Charlemagne, who turned his back on Qianduoluo, sighed. He didn't expect Qianduoluo to understand this level. After all, Qianduoluo was only a flag officer back then, which basically shows the level of this strong man. .

Perhaps this is why his master chose him as his disciple and deputy instead of the more familiar Qiandara.After all, the things they have to do are very complicated, and they really need people with good brains to do it.

"You just need to know that the bald head can lead the thunder once and the second time. The force they hold in their hands is no worse than your soldiers."

"That's true..."

Thinking of the terrifying scene where a thunderbolt wiped out a group of alien races before, Qianduoluo still had lingering fears——

Although in hindsight, it was also due to the stupid formation of these animals, the sky thunder was still a weapon of mass destruction after all.As for the source of the thunder... that bald donkey didn't even hide it.

After killing those alien races, the bald young man directly confessed everything, directly saying that his lightning-inducing magic talisman was obtained from a powerful person on the mountain far away from the refuge, and clearly stated that it was an alien race.

A foreign race that has no malice towards humans, and is even friendly, is a very new thing. At first, the people in the refuge thought it might be talking nonsense.

But recalling the power of that thunderbolt, and what the mercenaries who came back alive said, finally someone couldn't hold back their curiosity, and ran to the west to take a look at the mountain where the tiger people had been troubled by, and Came back alive.

As long as he can come back alive, there will be a second imitator.

Two, three, five, ten... More and more shelter residents heard about this incident, and many brave people even went over there.

As for the results... Anyway, these people said they had gained something.

"Be careful, there is no big mistake. If we do anything to that bald head, we will face the risk of another thunderstorm."

With his back to Gandhara, Charlemagne frowned.

"I still don't know what's going on with that strong man of the alien race. It's hard to say whether the other party will attack us because of the death of that bald donkey."

"It's simple."

Gandhara narrowed his eyes.

"I'll go over and see if it's okay."

Chapter 13 Superstition and Science

Just going back and making some preparations, Qianduoluo embarked on a journey to meet the panda.

It is a bit too much to say that it is a journey. You must know that the place where the pandas live is actually only half a day away from the refuge.As for whether there will be any danger... don't worry about that.

After all, before him, many residents of the refuge had already been there.

Speaking of which, it was still the head of the bald donkey in the monastery, perhaps because of the broken jar, the bald young man never concealed where he got the help from the beginning.

Of course, he was scolded at the beginning. After all, praying to a foreign race is still very taboo in people's eyes. In addition, the bald youth was involved in some bad reviews before. The hat of servant rape was put on his head as expected.

But in the face of people's doubts, the bald youth did not make any counterattacks.