Marin sighed, and the long, thin voice that only belonged to a child echoed on the platform. Amidst the fear of Turin and Howl, and when the White Walkers uniformly turned their attention from eating to orbiting, the platform lit up.

The sacred light turned the platform into a bright place with no blind spots. The White Walkers screamed and their whole bodies were on fire, and the ghosts turned into ashes silently.

After jumping off the motorcycle, Marin looked at Old Jack: "Your home is over there, I'll take it back and have a look."

Instead of comforting old Jack, Marin heard gunshots and screams in the distance.

Old Jack got a shotgun from the soldier. He jumped out of the car and followed Marin: "Thank you, Mr. Marin. I, I... don't know how to thank you. Even in the face of despair, I

I can also tell myself that I will not die with regrets in the last period of my life."

Old Jack pointed out the direction of the settlement, and Marin raised his eyebrows - pointing right at the corridor where there were still gunshots: "Let's go, Old Jack."

After saying that, Marin stretched out his hand and pulled out a resentful spirit from the void. When he waved his hand, the resentful spirit turned into fly ash in Marin's hand.

This little trick of sneak attacking others is quite imaginative, but in Marin's view, it is no different from standing under a lamp.

"Sir Marin, who are you?" Hal, as a dwarf, was following Marin step by step. He was trembling because he didn't know how strong Marin was. The ability he just had was definitely not that of a mage.

Yes, but it should be a power that can only be possessed by an elf divine and super-powerful priest. In this case, how many abilities does Mr. Marin have that he has not shown to the world?

Before, Hal felt that no matter how powerful the child in front of him was, this kind of power derived from his parents could not create a real legend, and physical strength was not a rare thing in the supernatural world, but now, he felt real fear.

——Holy power is difficult to inherit through blood. This is the power of gods. Without enough faith, it is impossible to achieve this. Following the corridor, he looked at the platform. The sacred light showed no sign of dimming until now.

.

Of course, it does not mean that divine power cannot be inherited through blood, such as the Son of God.

But the question is... can Marin... really be the Son of God? So Hal was afraid. While waiting for the answer, he was also tormented by the possible answer.

Marin shook his head: "I'm just a mortal." Just as Marin had answered all those who had doubts before.

After saying that, Marin raised his hand, and the sacred light lit up in the palm of his hand. What appeared in Hal's eyes were resentful spirits. They crowded the corridor with tracks, and were caught off guard by the sacred light. They were like

Like a fish out of water, he died under everyone's gaze.

Similarly, at this time, the sound of gunshots finally came.

Everyone heard it. Marin did not rush to meet them, but walked to the exit alone. Once again, there was a sacred light in the dark space that illuminated the whole world. Similarly, human voices came from afar.

Screaming: "What light is this! My wounds are closing!"

"A living person!" Tulin finally shouted in surprise at this time - in such a desperate environment, it was great to see that there were still people alive.

In the iron residential area in the distance, a group of survivors ran out. They looked here in shock. After seeing Marin and Old Jack, they began to run with all their strength - the elderly and children would not let them feel

It is safe, but behind Marin and Old Jack there are black guards who are sorting out the mage master. These are the foundation for their efforts.

Marin saw Old Bill's teammates in the team. Rochelle was holding Zoe, and Louis was holding Bill's shotgun and looking behind in shock. There must have been something chasing them before, and Marin could also feel it.

, but under the illumination of the sacred light, this chaos died very simply.

"Where is Old Bill?" Marin looked at Rochelle.

The latter looked at Marin, and the lady finally cried out after the disaster: "We were in the corridor before, and he said he was here to hold back Chaos!"

Marin opened the teleportation rift and came to the exit of the corridor. He happened to see Old Bill standing there holding on, holding a bucket of bombs tied together in his hand, and a lit bomb in the other hand.

lighter.

A dark mechanical body stood in front of Old Bill. His body was still covered with broken earth. The girl's crying voice came from the broken loudspeaker: "Father, why did you leave back then."

"You are not my daughter, peeler." After Old Bill said this, he used a lighter to light the fuse of the explosive: "My daughter died in your hands, and I will die too, but I will never hand over my skin."

for you!"

Marin felt something was wrong - Old Bill did not notice that the residential area was brightly lit, nor could he see that the out-of-control mentally retarded person known as the peeling machine was afraid of the light, but considering that the igniter would not wait

People, Marin walked forward.

The sound of footsteps made Old Bill realize that there was someone coming behind him. He turned sideways, and then stared in the direction of the corridor: "Cunning thing! You must be deceiving my hearing."

After hearing the conversation here, Marin finally understood, because Marin, who came to him and stretched out his hand to extinguish the lead, saw the flesh and blood in the old guy's eye socket - his left eye was blind, and his right eye seemed

He had already followed in his footsteps. Looking at him, Marin said: "Old Bill, I'm back."

"You're lying to me again... No, it's impossible. Wait a minute, is it really you, Mr. Marlin?" Old Bill finally reacted this time. It seemed that he also understood that it was impossible for the peeling machine to weave what it did.

An unknown human voice.

Marin stretched out his hand and took the bundle of explosives: "It's me, Old Bill. If I had come a little later, you might not be able to fight anymore now." At this point, Marin threw the bomb in his hand.

He went to the side and glanced at the peeling machine. The latter was retreating in disbelief. But when Marin's attention turned to it, the machine began to spontaneously ignite - the sacred flame burned the distorted machine, and soon

Soon, it stopped moving, lost its distorted soul, and lost its driving core, turning it into a useless collection of scrap metal.

Marin applied a healing technique to old Bill, and his eyeballs began to regenerate, which made the old man scream. But when he found that he could see the light again and looked at Marin, the old man shed tears.

Marin knew that this old man had a painful past, and did not expose his thoughts. He just motioned to Old Bill to follow him back to find someone, and at the same time asked what all this was about.

Old Bill said that they didn't know either. They only knew that the Chaos came out of an underground passage that had long been blocked and abandoned in the south. It happened to be the south of the platform. When the residents of the platform area fled to other areas,

The UV light system throughout the camp was broken.

Bill and his teammates happened to be near the power system. They went over and found that the system had been damaged. Then they encountered the peeling machine while heading towards the backup power system. They finally got rid of the chaos and found two

They planned to use this hand-cranked purple light to cross the platform and use the hand-cranked rail car to escape.

But they met another group of survivors on the road, and behind them hung a skinning machine.

"When my daughter went on her first mission, the entire team encountered this monster. They all died, and it skinned my daughter... This madman pretended to be my daughter... By the way

, where is it."

"Over there." Marin pointed to the pile of scrapped peeling machines.

Old Bill saw it and finally let out a long sigh.

"Thank you, Marin...how should I call you?" he said.

"Just call me Marin. I don't want an older person like you to pay me pitiful respect. This doesn't suit me." Marin smiled. For him, Old Bill was like a

A poor fellow from the old days, Marin was curious as to why he knew these stories: "If you want to thank me, tell me how you knew the stories before the great destruction after everything here is over."

After speaking, Marin motioned for the old man to follow him.

Along the way, with the appearance of light, some survivors hiding in the corners came out. When Marin saw it, he immediately did a scan, and then pulled out a few children from the corners. These children should have been killed by him.

Their parents ordered them to hide, and until Marin found them, these children never thought of coming out.

Marin found someone to ask them to take the children with them, and then walked around a corner with them all. He happened to see a young woman standing in front of a small tin house. She had a big belly and looked at the street with confusion and fear.

After seeing the dead body next to Marin, she showed a smile: "Uncle Bill, what's going on? Are we alive?"

"My God, my little Lisa, you are still alive. Jack will be very happy." Old Bill said, walking to her side and supporting her: "Of course we survived, so hurry up."

Click to go and go to the platform. This Lord Marin saved us. Hurry, the effect of the spell is still there."

"Where's Old Jack?" The girl was still thinking about Old Jack.

"He's on the motorcycle. We came back together." Marin comforted the girl. When she heard that Old Jack was still alive, the girl finally stopped pretending to be strong. Looking at the tragic situation on the ground, she sighed, and then the old man was

The young woman supported by Bill took steps forward.

In fact, judging from the situation, Old Bill's statement was not wrong, but it was a pity that he did not expect that Marin's technique could be extended to a terrifying length - both in terms of space and time.

Because of this, Marin did not expose his words. After all, with this sentence, all the survivors were racing against time to pick up the things they should take and join the fleeing team. It was also because of this incident that Marin led

When the team returned to their previous position, they saw old Jack crying loudly.

"My wife is dead! She is still so young!" Old Jack burst into tears.

"Father, can you be more mature! When did this happen?" This is Robinson.

"She still has my child! Your brother!" Old Jack pointed at Robinson and almost called him an unfilial son.

"Old Jack, don't cry. Living in this era is a tragedy for all of us, but don't cry. Lisa won't be happy." Rochelle sat aside and said.

After finishing speaking, the lady wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then when she raised her head, she saw Marin, Old Bill, and Lisa being supported by Old Bill.

"Old Bill! Lisa!" She stood up, and the ecstatic black girl screamed and ran over and gave Old Bill a hug, and then gave the young woman a hug: "Oh my God, you are alive! My

Good Lisa!”

"Yes, I'm still alive." After the young woman finished speaking, she looked at Old Jack: "...Who are you?"

"I am your husband!" Old Jack slapped himself in the face as soon as he finished speaking: "I drank the potion given to me by Mr. Marin, and my current physical condition has been restored for at least twenty years!

"

With his explanation, the young woman looked at Marin under his guidance.

Marin nodded: "Yes, I helped him."

"Thank you, sir." Although Marin looked like a child, the young lady still expressed her very solemn thanks.

Marin signaled the lady not to worry, and then looked to the other side. The young man who had been crying uncontrollably discovered that his relative was not dead. He cried and hugged his relative with a smile.

"Okay, everyone, stop crying and get on the bus first." There are about fifty people here. Although it will be a little crowded on the other side of the locomotive, at least we can still carry them. There must be a mole in this camp.

Marin doesn't have time to catch the mole now - he doesn't know what's going on in the camp on the ground yet.

On the survivors' side, they were already in shock. Knowing that they could really escape from the fallen camp, they returned to the platform area without stopping. When getting on the motorcycle, Marin took a look at the place that he had not passed before.
To be continued...