The moment he saw this coat of arms, an inexplicable sense of calling came to Lin Qiye's heart.
This feeling was wonderful, as if everything was destined. When the coat of arms lying in the snow reflected his blackened and festering face, countless images passed through his mind like a movie.
.
In the rainy night, Zhao Kongcheng drew his sword to kill ghosts; outside the fog, Zhou Ping wielded his sword to kill gods; at Shenlongguan, Lu Qiu desperately delivered the message; beside the border, the gods of Daxia sacrificed themselves to become monuments...
Lin Qiye also saw the radiance emanating from them at this moment.
It's right on top of that coat of arms.
It has always been on my body, and the distance between it and myself is obviously so close, but yet it seems so far away.
Lin Qiye, whose whole body was charred, stretched out his hands tremblingly, digging out this light from the snow and holding it in his palms as if holding a treasure.
What fell in the snow was not only a coat of arms, but also what Lin Qiye lacked in his heart, the belief 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 confusions and questions in his heart seemed to have answers.
Lin Qiye smiled.
He smiled happily, and even though the corner of his carbonized and blackened mouth opened a bloody mouth, his eyes were still brighter than ever before.
"I have exhausted all the domestic ancient poetry and foreign poetry... This time, I want to try something else."
He stood up slowly, in the blizzard, looking up at the towering national monument, holding the coat of arms in his right hand tightly into a fist, and raised it to his temple.
The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.
He stood there upright, his lips slightly parted, and there was some mysterious rhythm in his voice that echoed in the wind and snow:
"I, Lin Qiye, swear an oath in front of all living beings in Daxia.
——If the dark night comes..."
…
The whining wind and snow echoed among the mountain peaks.
Countless recruits stared blankly at the battlefield of the Zhenguo Monument in the distance, as motionless as sculptures.
They witnessed with their own eyes the figure wearing a crimson cloak, standing in front of the gods as a mortal, being defeated and seriously injured again and again, but stubbornly and resolutely getting up and guarding the monument again.
.
The first time he was killed by the God of the Sky, the hearts of the recruits seemed to stop suddenly, and endless despair and grief surged into their hearts.
He was thrown into a deep pit by the God of Life for the second time, and all the recruits were heartbroken.
When they saw Lin Qiye's body burning in flames and his whole body charred as he climbed up from the bottom of the pit, they finally couldn't restrain their emotions and roared with all their strength. They hammered the ground with their fists, and their eyes were about to burst.
His red eyes were already filled with tears.
"Instructor Lin!!"
"Instructor Lin!!!"
"Instructor Lin!!! Kill these sons of bitches!"
"..."
This was the first time they had witnessed such a tragic battle.
It was also the first time that they felt so clearly what a night watchman was...
Beside the recruits, Shen Qingzhu stared at the charred figure. Under the crimson cloak, his body was trembling slightly. His fingers dug deeply into his palms, his nails pierced the flesh, and strands of blood dripped down the joints.
In the snow.
He wanted to rush over countless times and fight side by side with Lin Qiye and the others, but his reason controlled him time and time again, allowing him to stay where he was.
He does not have the perverted potential of Lin Qiye, nor does he have such a terrifying monster in Cao Yuan's body. He, Shen Qingzhu, is just an ordinary person. Even if he rushes to the monument and uses ghosts and gods to forcibly improve his realm, he will not pose any threat to the gods at all.
It can be said.
Lin Qiye left them behind because he hoped that if anything happened to him, they could protect this group of recruits.
These new recruits...are the future of Daxia.
Shen Qingzhu's chest heaved violently. He looked at the battlefield in the distance and felt for the first time that he was so weak, so weak that he was not even qualified to risk his life in a fight with his brothers.
Anger, self-blame, and unwillingness, these emotions surged into his heart crazily.
He...can't do anything.
Just when Shen Qingzhu fell into deep self-blame, he saw the charred figure under the Zhenguo Monument, slowly raising his fist and placing it next to his temple.
A voice echoed between heaven and earth.
"I, Lin Qiye, swear an oath in front of all living beings in Daxia.
——If the dark night comes..."
The moment they heard this voice, all the recruits present were stunned. Only Shen Qingzhu seemed to have thought of something and reacted quickly.
He recalled what Lin Qiye had said to him not long ago, and he also 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 shouted at all the recruits beside him:
"What are you waiting for!! Instructor Lin's last lecture is not over yet!!
Everyone!! Take the oath with Instructor Lin!!!”
Shen Qingzhu's roar awoke the recruits present from their confusion. They quickly stood up straight, clenched their right hands next to their temples, and stared at the figure in front of the monument, whose body was charred but still upright:
"I, Fang Mo, swear an oath in front of all living beings in Daxia!"
"I, Lu Baoyou, swear an oath in front of all living beings in Great Xia!"
"I, Li Zhenzhen, swear an oath in front of all living beings in Great Xia!"
"I, Su Zhe, am..."
"..."
In the end, everyone's voices converged into one sentence:
"——If the dark night ends!!"
…
In the distance, the oath-taking oaths of hundreds of recruits echoed in the wind and snow like rolling thunder.
Isis stood under the monument, glanced at the direction where the sound came from, frowned slightly, and then turned to look at the charred figure crawling out of the pit behind him and walking slowly.
As the sound spread, there seemed to be some extremely strong power emerging from him.
That is [The Poet of the Sky].
"It's really haunting..."
Isis snorted coldly, put on a green coat, and walked towards Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye's expression was extremely calm. He opened his mouth and his voice came out again:
"——I will stand in front of tens of thousands of people!!"
"——I will stand in front of tens of thousands of people!!!" On the distant mountain peak, hundreds of new soldiers shouted in unison.
"——Hengdao Xiangyuan!!"
"——Hengdao Xiangyuan!!!"
Seeing Isis getting closer and closer to her, Lin Qiye took a deep breath, flipped the coat of arms tightly in her palm, and a silver short needle popped out automatically.
Lin Qiye's eyes burst out with unprecedented light!
He pierced the short needle into his own flesh and blood with lightning speed, and roared with all his strength: