The demon army retreats.

They cannot understand the "principle of reciprocity", nor do they know why the Kraken suddenly attacked the island after Su Lin ruled Praia, nor do they know when this disaster will recede. But in order to survive, everyone can only

We work together as a united front and look forward to an ending in which the Kraken retreats.

At this time, many people gathered here, some were pushing carts and moving bricks, some were transporting the injured, some were delivering information, and some were sitting on the spot and starting to rest. This area was full of busy people.

The fighting residents were working for free, and many were so tired that they fell asleep, snoring loudly.

"Les, give me that bag of bread!"

There were noisy sounds, accompanied by snowflakes and dust flying in the air... Many local residents gathered in this camp, and there were even players who had received temporary tasks such as "moving bricks" and "delivering letters from home". Waiting for the copy

During the time countdown, players will do some simple errands here to get some meager points that can be used to buy blood bottles.

"Are you really stupid? Don't you know how to get it yourself? The distribution point is over there, and here is the temporary house that looks like a bumpkin." A carefree local male resident pointed impatiently and fiddled with it.

I went down to the sea, my hair just cut before the feast started, and started talking to the beautiful girl next to me who was reading a letter:

"Hey, Linda, you're dressed so... neatly today."

"You can't wear a dress here? Honey, I know that red dress is nice, but I don't want it to get dirty here... I think if we survive, I might be able to wear that one

Let's have dinner with you." The girl covered her mouth and smiled at him.

"I feel like we can't defend this place anymore," the male resident said with a wry smile.

"——What nonsense are you talking about? I swear to God, even if my head is broken, this barrier will not be broken!" A strong man lying on the rag next to him opened his voice: "That Siren King is recuperating.

That's it, if she dares to come again, she will never come back! Why don't you relax a little and lie down here like me. Although the ground is a little colder, it's better than staying up all night..."

"But Master Su Lin is dead." The smile on the girl's face disappeared, and her expression became a little sad.

She looked at the nearby residential building that had been requisitioned as the temporary soul hunting headquarters: "Maybe we shouldn't laugh so happily, there's still a funeral being held over there."

"The right sacrifice does not need to be too sad. At least, he bought us a breathing space to repair the barrier."

In the corner, a white-haired old man was smoking a big pipe, blowing out smoke rings from his mouth.

His somewhat cloudy eyes cast into the distance, as if he was remembering something:

"...More than sixty years ago, when I was a child, I saw Master Su Lin's appearance, and his appearance is no different from now...He must have been prepared when he comes down this time." He

As he spoke, his distant gaze gradually moved downward: "He is a person blessed by the gods. Even if he is sacrificed, his soul will definitely ascend to heaven. Perhaps, at some point, we can see his immortal soul again.

…Ghost ah ah ah—”

The girl blinked.

She didn't understand why the old man suddenly started screaming in the middle of reminiscing, as if his soul had been frightened.

Just as she was about to turn around, she heard the manly-looking man next to her also start screaming, his voice as ferocious as a high-decibel soprano.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

For a moment, the screams joined together, like a group of sopranos singing out of tune.

She turned back immediately.

She saw a figure walking towards the wind and snow, covered in blood, and looking at people's eyes as if they were seeing ghosts.

The originally lively camp suddenly became silent, with only the sound of the raging wind and snow remaining.

Her red lips were slightly open, her eyelashes were trembling, and the appearance of the figure in front of her gradually became clearer...

She was confused.

The sea-blue, heroic blue siren floated behind the man, rising like blue fire. He seemed to have just walked out of hell, walking in the eyes of everyone in shock and disbelief.

.

The waves swept over, the boat broke, and the Siren King struck with hatred. Such a situation should have been unsurvivable.

But the man came back anyway.

With him, the blue siren, who could rival the monster, reappeared in everyone's sight, becoming the only focus of their eyes at this time.

"He is indeed the creator of miracles..."

Duoya, who was still wearing a plain white dress, murmured to herself as she walked out of the conference room.

"It seems that your memorial service has completely collapsed." Ying, who was repairing the barrier with resource stones on the city wall, acted like a normal person, facing the somewhat annoyed looks of other soul hunters: "Don't look at me like that, just start a joke.

It’s a joke. You yourself don’t believe he can live, so why do you blame me for telling this joke?”

He shrugged nonchalantly.

Some players who were originally ready to take action also forcibly restrained their thoughts.

Even if Su Ming'an looks very fragile now and there is no one around him, they don't dare to take action in public. Those admirers are not just decorations.

This group of Su Lin's local admirers can really do anything for the hero in their hearts. Their belief is far beyond that of a fan group that simply gathers because of their love, and they can fight with all their strength at any time to protect the hero.

At this time, almost all NPCs present were loyal defenders of Su Lin, and no player dared to take action against him at this time.

The player is his potential enemy.

Npc is his loyal comrade-in-arms.

"--Welcome back."

Eske, the minister with yellow hair, walked out with his arms spread out, as if he naturally wanted to give the hero Su Lin a big hug.

"Where is the high-level meeting room of Soul Hunter?" Su Mingan passed by him directly.

He has more important things to say now and doesn't have time to reminisce with these people one by one.

"So cold... over there." Esk pouted and pointed to the temporarily renovated house next to him.

Su Mingan turned around and looked.

At this time, the house was already surrounded by white flowers.

Herbs representing mourning for the dead were hung outside the door, and a large portrait of Su Lin hung on the door, still in black and white.

The soul hunting ministers, wearing plain clothes and skirts with white cloth on their shoulders, were standing at the door, looking at him blankly.

In their hands, they also held bouquets surrounded by white flowers.

A strong wind suddenly blew, and a banner on the door was suddenly blown off and floated into his hand.

Su Mingan opened it and saw that the banner had white text on a black background.

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Chapter completed!