Doomsday Totem

Chapter 216 Battle Song
In the following time, the three people in the rest area each had their own concerns, and fell into a long silence.At this moment, Qin Ke'er was calculating the team's accounts, thinking that if this continues, he will soon have no money to pay wages.But Mu Qianhe recalled many past events, and his mind was full of thoughts and chaos...

Both women were thinking about their own ideas, but Tie Slag was thinking, what is his purpose in developing the team?For now, it doesn't seem to make much sense.He couldn't recruit psykers. Without Power Armor warriors, the combat power of the Wolf Clan Legion would be greatly reduced.However, even if he has the money to recruit, it is impossible for him to ask psykers to help him ignite the glorious torch in the future. After all, psykers are those with vested interests in this world, and no matter how stupid they are, they will not shoot themselves in the foot.

What he is facing now is the natural contradiction between the nobles and the common people, the conflict between the ruler and the ruled, and the game between the strong and the weak.No matter from which angle you look at it, he is at an absolute disadvantage.It is impossible for him to fight against the entire Yincheng world with his own strength.This is a law that has been formed for 200 years. Even the glorious temple back then cannot be broken, let alone him who is weak and weak.Thinking about it, he couldn't help thinking of retreating.Or, simply disband the team, go back to the academy, study comfortably for half a year, and then return to Tieshan Town with Mu Yulinglan and Mu Yuqinxin to live.Unknowingly, that wonderful and relaxing reverie spread wildly in my heart, out of control like a flood breaking a bank...

A long time later, a member of the night watch entered somewhere in the tent, struck a match, and lit a cigarette.Suddenly, in the darkness, a flickering flame ignited.

In the fleeting flame, he seemed to see the old man standing between the sacred flames, and suddenly he woke up.

"No! You can't give up, at least it's not the time yet!" He said to himself, if he gave up now, then Kezan's sacrifice would become worthless!
He shook his head vigorously, and then said to Mu Qianhe and Qin Keer: "You are tired, go back and rest first."

The two women looked at each other immediately, and then looked straight at Tie Slag, both of them seemed hesitant to speak.Iron Slag gestured for them to speak.

"We...we have no place to sleep..." Qin Ke'er said timidly.After eating, she and Mu Qianhe kept running around with Tie Slag, before they had time to prepare the bed and quilt.

Iron Slag raised his hand and looked at the watch. It was 4:112 a.m. Yincheng time and [-]:[-] Dorset time. The team's schedule was calculated according to Yincheng time, so everyone was asleep now.The preparation of the bed can only be arranged three hours later.After checking the time, Tie Slag left the sofa, took out an army blanket from the cabinet in the rest area, and threw it to the two girls, asking them to spend the night in the rest area first.The two girls nodded obediently, covered themselves with blankets, squeezed together on the sofa and fell asleep.

After the two girls fell asleep, Tie Zha came to the dormitory area, woke up Bai Xiaoyun who was soundly asleep, and asked him to take care of the two girls in the rest area.After all, this is a military camp, and there are men everywhere. Letting the two girls sleep alone in the rest area will easily attract the prying eyes of those with bad intentions.Of course, most people in the Wolf Clan Legion have passed the moral character test. Even those who fail the test, their IQ is not too low, and they will not be stupid enough to make mistakes here.But be careful to make the Wannian Ship, it is better to have multiple minds.As for Bai Xiaoyun, if he really wanted to make a mistake, he probably wouldn't be able to subdue the two girls.

Bai Xiaoyun put on her clothes lightly, then followed Tie Slag to the rest area.After making arrangements, Tie Slag re-tied his shoelaces, straightened his clothes, picked up his gun and sword, and prepared to leave the camp.

"Are you going out?" Bai Xiaoyun asked in a low voice.

"En." Tie Slag nodded.

"It's so late, where are you going?" Bai Xiaoyun asked with concern.The reason why he asks this is not because he wants to exceed his authority, but because they have just arrived here today, and they are not familiar with the place of life. In this case, if the regiment leader leaves the camp, it is necessary to inform them. They also know where to go to help when they are in trouble outside.

"Go to the city and have a look." "Aren't you bringing people with you?" "I'm used to traveling alone, so many people will be cumbersome." Tie Slag explained.

"Okay, be careful on the road..." Bai Xiaoyun thought for a while, then asked, "Did you bring any money?"

"No..." Tie Slag scratched his hair. He had been in the dark forest for a long time recently, and basically had no money with him.Seeing this, Bai Xiaoyun quickly took out two gold coins from his pocket and stuffed them to him.

Tie Slag collected the gold coins, then left the tent and walked outside the camp.He planned to take a stroll in the city to learn about the living conditions of the wormers.After all, this is the only city in the world of Silver City that recognizes the legal status of worms.Although the Far East also allows the existence of worms, but that is only "tacit consent", not explicit support, and it is limited to the local worms in the Far East.For those alien worms, especially those from the southern continent, the Far East has always maintained an attitude of expulsion.

Walking out of the dimly lit college league camp, and walking along the asphalt road for a while, Iron Slag came to the edge of the city center.The houses here are very low, and there are few buildings with more than two floors. The largest number are sheds, a kind of temporary housing made of wood, iron sheets and canvas.

After passing through a sparse neighborhood, Iron Slag came to an open space.Around the eyes, here is a small square, the ground is covered with black stones.Seen from the faint street lamps, the edges of these stones showed a milky white color.It is not difficult to guess that they should have been white, but because they were covered with black oil stains, they looked black.And most of the stones have been cracked, looking depressed and dilapidated.Looking up, there is a dry fountain in the middle of the square, and only a small half of the statue in the pool is left, replaced by the wreckage of a car.

At this time, the surrounding area of ​​the fountain was full of people.They gathered together in twos and threes, some were warming themselves by the burning broken oil drum, some were covered with blankets, sitting on the ground in a daze, some were lying on the edge of the pool, and seemed to have fallen asleep...

Iron Slag approached the crowd and circled around casually.He soon discovered that these people, without exception, were worms.No matter their age, men or women, old or young, they all have thin faces and sunken eye sockets.This is the distinguishing feature of a Jack smoker, with a thin body, no energy, and lazy all day long.

At this moment, a disheveled woman seemed to hear the movement and slowly raised her head.When she saw the neatly dressed young man, her eyes lit up immediately, she stood up from the fountain, and walked over unsteadily.

"Brother, is there Jack?" The woman asked vaguely in front of Tie Slag.Looking closely, the woman was about 30 to [-] years old, and she couldn't tell her exact age. She was wearing dark red clothes stained with oil.

"Could you give me some... give me some? I can..." The woman gently brushed her hair to make herself look more beautiful.From her skillful movements, it can be seen that she should have been a pretty beauty.It's just that Jack's toxicity has destroyed her nervous system, the muscles have begun to shrink, and the skin has become wrinkled, like an old woman who has experienced weather.

Iron Slag shook his head, and the woman sighed in disappointment, staggered back to the fountain, and sat down again.Looking around, these people's eyes were dull, and there seemed to be no hope for tomorrow in those dark and empty pupils.Not long after, Tie Slag took a final look at the group of depraved worms, took a deep breath, and was about to turn around to leave when he heard a faint voice.

"Young...young..."

Looking along the sound, I saw an old man lying in the corner waving to him.He hesitated for a few seconds, then walked over and stood in front of the old man.

"Young man...I'm leaving this world soon...can...can you talk to me..." the old man begged.Tie Slag shook his head, turned around and left.He is not in the habit of talking with people, let alone a stranger.

"Young man... I have no relatives... my only child... is gone..." the old man looked at the young man's back and said intermittently.He knew that the man would not come back. In this world, who would want to talk to a stranger who was dying?But he was still talking to himself, maintaining the last trace of sanity.

"Why didn't you talk to them?" Iron Slag turned around and asked, pointing at the person by the fountain.

"They are all...unconscious... Only those who are dying... will come here..." The old man seemed to be out of breath, and paused for a long time before continuing, "This is the way to guide the way." Square...they cling to each other...to find the last...warmth...and leave this...cursed world together..."

"When the sun... rises again... there will only be... a field of cold corpses..."

"Young man...you...you shouldn't come here...don't touch Jack...it's a nightmare...a nightmare..." the old man spoke intermittently, and Tie Slag walked up to him and sat down, quietly Listening quietly to his ravings.

"Ten years ago...I took my child...over the mountains...over the sea...walked a long, long way...to come here...I used to think...this would be our paradise..."

"My child... I found him in the ruins of a gathering place... He was in vain... So cute... But I killed him... I shouldn't have brought him here... This is not heaven... ...it's another hell...he's totally depraved...going to war every day...making money...and sucking jack...looking for women...that's it...breaking down every day...until finally...he Came here... and fell asleep peacefully..."

"I am so happy...that I can finally leave...from this cursed world...perhaps...I will see my children soon...we will live in a beautiful little village...where there are Farmland...with flowers...with trees...with no one to drive us away...without hunger...with skin not to rot...with no jack...with no jack...with no jack...with no jack..."

The old man repeated the same sentence, his eyes became darker and darker, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Have you heard of..." Tie Slag closed his eyes and asked softly, "The Temple of Brilliance?"

In an instant, the old man's eyes widened, and a strange brilliance bloomed in those gray pupils.He struggled, sat up straight, panted, and asked excitedly: "The Temple of Splendor! Really...does it really exist!"

"Yes! Always!" Tie Slag said firmly.

"Really? Does it really exist? Didn't you lie to me?" The old man looked at the iron slag and asked repeatedly.

"Really..." Tie Slag patted the old man's shoulder and said softly.

"It's great...I can...hear...hear...the good news..." the old man murmured, gradually regaining his composure.

Looking at the greasy old man, Tie Slag felt a tightness in his chest.He really wanted to growl loudly, yelling out all the frustrations in his heart.But this is the square for guides, those who are about to die need a final peace.He just sat beside the old man in a daze like this, listening to his breathing getting weaker and weaker, he only felt that life had never been so fragile, and it had never been so thick.

He scratched his chest subconsciously, trying to relieve his dull mood.Inadvertently, he touched a hard object and slowly took it out of his pocket.In the faint light, a small silver harmonica engraved with exquisite patterns appeared in his palm.This is Kezan's harmonica, he wiped it carefully with his sleeve, then moved it to his mouth, and started to blow gently.In this endlessly silent square, an ancient movement sounded.

The sound of the piano is thick and clear, deep and long, sometimes sad, as if whispering, telling the vastness of the years, and sometimes invigorating, as if the horn is blowing, the drums are beating, and the sky-shattering roar.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, people who were on the verge of death raised their heads and looked over.I saw the last look in those pair of dull eyes.

Suddenly, they seemed to hear the whispers from afar, the bells of the world, and the affectionate farewell...

(End of this chapter)