Chapter 904

The ancient battle song echoed in the narrow space. It was a furious roar that came from the soul, a sonorous voice that came from the heart.

Two thousand years ago, this Qin army left their capital, Xianyang. They left Hangu Pass and traveled west. They cut their way through thistles and thorns and finally reached the depths of Tibet. This was a wasteland that had yet to be developed at that time.

No one knew why the Qin army had traveled so far to come here. No one knew where the two angels imprisoned in the prison cart behind them came from, and no one knew what kind of enemy they faced in the end. In the end, they died in battle and were collectively frozen.

However, just look at the ugly appearance of these thousands of Tibetan ancestors prostrating on the ground and kowtowing in worship. Then look at the Qin army's high-spirited battle formation.

It can be seen that this Qin army has always been practicing their beliefs, practicing their style, and fulfilling the oath and promise they made to the Ancestral Dragon when they left Hangu Pass in the east.

No matter who the enemy is, no matter how powerful the enemy is,

Only a battle song accompanied them.

"Valiant Old Qin, we will face the national calamity together.

Valiant Old Qin, we will restore our country.

Until our blood runs dry, we will not stop fighting!

Today, we have Great Qin, like the rising sun.

Qin has elite soldiers, who can compete with us! "

As Su Bai listened to the voice that echoed in his ears, even though he was a member of the Blood Clan, he still felt a sense of heroism. The old listener who was holding the Soul Returning Bell had tears streaming down his face.

Since this professor could become a veteran listener, he was definitely not a good person. He must have done a lot of shady things like murder and arson. It was not impossible for him to sleep with a female teacher or student in the university. However, perhaps it was because he specialized in this field, he had a deep obsession with history. At least at this moment, his tears were not fake or fake.

Even Fatso, who was usually joking, had a rare solemn expression when he heard this song.

The man holding the halberd in his hand trembled slightly. The halberd was a very ancient weapon. To be able to choose it as his lifebound weapon, it showed that he was also a nostalgic person.

The woman in the down jacket also slightly straightened her body.

Klaus was probably the one who was in the worst situation. In fact, all the other listeners present had their own guesses and were on guard. Something must have happened to the old lamas that did not show up. Either something had happened to the old lamas and they could not show up, or they were plotting something against them. How could anyone who could become a senior listener be a fool?

Moreover, everyone knew that the latter was more likely. From a normal person's point of view, if something had happened to them, they would not be able to appear. Why would they give the good things they discovered to others to enjoy?

Two angels were kneeling in the broken prison cart. Their feathers were disappearing, and their remaining flesh and blood were dissipating. Their auras were like moths darting into a flame. They seemed to be strong, but they were weak on the inside. They were like dry firewood. After burning to the maximum, they were actually very close to being extinguished.

Klaus looked around. He was looking for traces of the Lamas, but he couldn't find them. Perhaps, the Lamas were too seriously injured to come. The Sanskrit chants and the golden snowflakes just now should have been arranged here by the Lamas in advance. However, as the battle song rang out, the two ancient angels knelt down and died, which directly made Klaus the target of everyone!

The war song gradually faded away. The Qin army was still frozen. They didn't change at all. Just like two thousand years ago, they would continue to stand in the same posture, like white poplars in the desert. Even if they were dead, even if they had no enemies in front of them, their beliefs would never change. Even after two thousand years, when their souls came back, they would still sing the song, "Valiant Old Qin, brave the nation's calamity together!"

The woman in the feather feather coat retreated a dozen steps, and Chuyi also took a few steps forward. The two of them blocked Klaus's way of retreat.

Fatso looked at Zhou. "Wanwan, you're done for."

Zhou shook his head. "I just happened to come here in the same car as him. I saw him half a day earlier than you guys."

Then, two handfuls of sand appeared in Zhou's hands. He waved the sand and scattered it in front of Klaus, further restricting Klaus's space to move.

When the war song became silent and the two angels turned into dust, the old listener took a deep breath. Then, he turned around and looked at Klaus, shouting in a low voice.

"Those who are not of our race must be killed! Now, we all know that he wants to kill us, so we won't be polite. According to the cause and effect of the broadcast, let's go together and kill him.

As for the things here, since the Qin army is here, it proves that they belong to our country. They belong to our Chinese people. They have nothing to do with the black ghosts and the red-haired ghosts, let alone those traitors who don't consider themselves Chinese. We can distribute the things here. Let's kill this outsider first! "

As expected of an old professor from a university. His theories were clear, and he directly determined that this place belonged to his family.

However, according to the cause and effect of the broadcast, when everyone knew that Klaus had brought them here on purpose and wanted to use the two angels' final radiance to kill them, they could actually deal with him, or even … kill him.

As for what Klaus said before, it was an unintentional act. It was an excuse to face the broadcast after the deed was done. The broadcast would indeed reduce the punishment, but now that the matter was not done, the listeners he wanted to kill were still alive.

Just like what happened under Mount Zhijin, if Su Bai, Gyatso, and the monk were next to Mount Zhijin instead of returning to Shanghai, they could actually come over and kill those lamas who tried to kill them. Nothing would have happened. The reason why those lamas ran back immediately was not because they were afraid of the punishment of the broadcast, but because they were afraid of revenge from Su Bai and the others, so they hurriedly fled back to their nest.

Su Bai loosened his neck and looked at the black man in front of him. To be honest, Su Bai was itching to kill him.

"If you kill me, I guarantee that none of you will be able to get out." At this time, Klaus also calmed down from his previous panic. In addition, his black face made it easier for him to hide his emotions than an Asian.

However, everyone present was smart. How could they not see that he was afraid?

"Let me go, or we'll fight to the death," Klaus warned.

"Are you f * cking retarded?" Fatso directly rolled up his sleeves and was about to walk forward. "Hehe, as expected, black people generally have low IQs."

The woman in the down jacket and Chuyi began to approach him step by step. A ruler also appeared in the old man's hand. The ruler was emitting a green light.

Even the young man with the surname Zhou had already started to make hand seals and started to mobilize the sand on the ground to form a formation.

Obviously.

Let you go?

Impossible!

Taking a deep breath, Klaus's mouth curled into a smile. This smile seemed a little crazy and hysterical. Looking at his current expression, it really matched the saying "cornered dogs will do something desperate".

"It's the habit of the listeners to always leave a trump card for themselves. This is a common practice in both the Eastern and Western listener circles." An object that looked like a remote control appeared in Klaus's hand. "Because I didn't know if the old lamas' promise could be fulfilled, and I didn't know if the two angels could really kill all of you like they said, I made some arrangements in advance. I placed some TNT explosives on the cliff of the crack.

You should know how deep this crack is. As listeners, it took us one and a half hours to climb down. Think about it, if I detonated those explosives, what would happen?

Unless you have a spatial teleportation scroll, and it has to be a mid-level or higher one, even if you're a high-level listener, you'll be buried alive and crushed into meat paste!

A mid-level spatial teleportation scroll is extremely expensive, and there's no market for it. Who has it? I don't think any of you have it, right? "

Klaus gently waved the button in his hand. It seemed that he had finally calmed down.

"Now, you have two choices. One is to continue to come up and kill me. Then, I'll drag you down with me. You'll be crushed by the boulders and buried alive deep underground.

The other option is to let me leave. You know, if I leave, I won't be able to detonate the explosives. Because if I kill so many senior listeners on purpose, I will definitely be dragged into the world of punishment and killed. But if I can't survive, the punishment of the broadcast will be meaningless to me, won't it?

The choice is in your hands. It's up to you. Are you afraid of death? "

Klaus shrugged and even laughed. He understood the listeners too well. They cherished their lives, cherished their lives, and cherished their lives!

At this moment, Klaus felt lucky that he hadn't listened to the old lamas' bluff. He had kept some tricks up his sleeve. Otherwise, he would have been killed and his spiritual tools would have been taken away.

The scene fell into silence for a while. The woman in the down jacket and Chuyi didn't move forward anymore.

"Hehehe …"

Laughter came from the crowd.

"I'm so scared."

The laughter came from Su Bai. He walked past Chuyi and the woman in the down jacket toward Klaus. He covered his chest with one hand as if he was overjoyed.

The young man named Zhou suddenly noticed that Fatso was shivering. The fat on his face started to jiggle. He asked suspiciously, "Qiangguo, what's wrong?"

"He … He …" Fatso raised his hand and pointed at Su Bai's back, speaking incoherently.

"Didn't he go up to negotiate?" Said the young man surnamed Zhou. Obviously, not only him, but also the old man's audience, Chuyi, the woman in the down jacket, and even Klaus felt that Su Bai had gone up to negotiate. Now, he was just saying a few harsh words to save face so that he could get off the stage. Later, he would have to admit defeat for the sake of his life.

"My lovely Wanwan … You're too naive …"

Fatty took a deep breath. Snot and tears were about to fall from his nose, and his face was mournful.