The sunlight passed through the clouds and fell on the snow-white peaks in the distance, leaving a layer of light golden light.

Lin Qiye looked at the gray-white fog that was constantly rolling outside the border. He sat on the top of the mountain like a sculpture, with a crimson cloak spread on the snow, like a spot of red ink in the white world.

A rough hand stretched out from behind him, holding a pack of cigarettes in the palm, with one cigarette sticking out of the box, waiting to be taken out.

"Want one?"

Shen Qingzhu's voice came from behind Lin Qiye.

When Lin Qiye saw the cigarette box in front of him, he was slightly startled. After hesitating for a moment, he took the whole pack of cigarettes absent-mindedly.

Looking at the empty palm, Shen Qingzhu stood there in a daze.

"Smoking too much is bad for your health." Shen Qingzhu sat down next to him, took back the pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette and handed it to Lin Qiye, and put the rest back into his pocket.

"I'll give you one first. Next time you need one, come back to me."

"Um."

Lin Qiye awkwardly imitated Shen Qingzhu and held the cigarette in his mouth.

Shen Qingzhu put his fingers close to the cigarette butt and gently rubbed out a spark. The orange-yellow flame burned the white cigarette paper, and wisps of smoke drifted out.

"Cough cough cough..." Lin Qiye started coughing violently.

Shen Qingzhu patted Lin Qiye's back like a loving father, with an expression that said, "As expected."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, held the cigarette between his fingertips, and looked at the busy border defense company under his feet. A complex look flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, do you think... I am a qualified night watchman?"

"If even Captain Lin, who has two group Star Sea Medals and one individual Star Sea Medal, is not considered a qualified night watcher, then there will be few qualified night watchers in the entire Daxia." Shen Qingzhu spoke without hesitation.

"I'm not talking about merit, that's meaningless..."

"Why are merits meaningless?" Shen Qingzhu asked in confusion, "If even your achievements for Daxia cannot be used to judge a Night Watchman, then what should be used?"

"I'm talking about ideological awareness." Lin Qiye said immediately.

"Ideological awareness?"

"It's about selflessness, dedication, self-sacrifice... something like that."

“…”

Shen Qingzhu stared at Lin Qiye for a long while with a strange expression, "What are you talking about?"

Lin Qiye stood there in a daze.

"We are night watchmen, not saints, let alone thinkers." Shen Qingzhu shook his head. "These things are indeed important, but for us, fulfilling our duties is the most important thing. To judge a night watchman, we should look at what he has done, not how brilliant his ideas are...

Why are you asking this suddenly? "

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, and then recounted everything he had seen and heard in the silhouette of time.

After listening, Shen Qingzhu looked at him with a complicated expression.

"You think too much," he said. "Being a Night's Watchman doesn't have so many harsh conditions. All we believe in are the four words on the back of the coat of arms."

Shen Qingzhu took out a cigarette from his bosom, lit it in his mouth, and exhaled the smoke naturally, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes:

"The oath of the Night's Watch is magical. When I was in the training camp, I was also a rubbish who knew nothing. But when I jumped down the cave and swore an oath to the endless flames alone...some things became clear to me naturally, and then were deeply engraved in my mind."

"Swear an oath..."

In Lin Qiye's mind, he once again recalled the scene of himself swearing an oath in front of the red flag when he was in the training camp.

His oath was plain and ordinary. Not as unforgettable as Shen Qingzhu's, nor did he understand anything from it... He was just a rookie back then. The most profound thing in his memory was Zhao Kongcheng's knife and the ten-year agreement with himself.

So much so that when he was reading the oath, deep in his heart, he just wanted to inherit Zhao Kongcheng's will and fulfill the agreement, and did not completely commit himself to those four oaths.

Perhaps this is why, even though he has become a meritorious Night's Watchman, he always feels that something is missing in his heart.

"If you feel that you are unworthy of being a guide for the new recruits because of these so-called ideological awareness, then you are definitely overthinking it." Shen Qingzhu patted his shoulder and said firmly,

"In this team, no one is more suitable than you, Lin Qiye, to guide them."

"Go back, Instructor Lin." Shen Qingzhu slowly stood up from the ground and stretched out his hand to Lin Qiye. "You haven't finished your last lesson for the rookies yet."

The confusion in Lin Qiye's eyes dissipated a little. He was silent for a moment, reached out and grabbed Shen Qingzhu's hand, and stood up from the ground.

He smiled.

"Thanks, bro."

Shen Qingzhu put his hands back into his pockets, looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he shook his head silently, turned around and walked towards the border defense company with Lin Qiye.

…

Egypt.

Outside Sun City.

Endless starlight poured down from the sky, enclosing the entire Sun City. From afar, it looked like a giant deep blue sphere, silently suspended in the grayish-white mist.

Surging divine power and flames flashed one after another from within the starlight sphere. An unprecedented bloody battle in the kingdom of God had reached a white-hot stage.

At this moment, a figure in a black robe slowly walked out from the mist.

Loki raised his head and looked at the completely blocked Sun City in the sky. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Their target is indeed Sun City..."

He took a step forward, moving slowly towards the edge of the starlight array, his eyes flickering as he muttered to himself:

"The Sun City is now greatly weakened. It is no match for the Great Xia God who has just returned from reincarnation and is in his prime. It is only a matter of time before the Egyptian gods are defeated... But if this is the case, the situation will be too boring."

He walked to the edge of the starlight array, his eyes fixed on the battlefield within the starlight, and stretched out his hand in the void, and an ancient dark golden spear was held in his palm.

In the void surrounding the spear, spots of golden light lingered, dancing around it in disorder like fireflies. The dark golden tip of the spear was engraved with dense runes, which seemed to contain some kind of power of order. The moment it was exposed in the air, a mysterious and terrifying aura emanated from it.

This is Asgard's most powerful artifact and also the personal weapon of Odin, the king of gods.

Gungnir, the Eternal Spear.

Loki held the gun in his hand and stood quietly outside the Starlight Array, squinting at the battlefield inside, as if waiting for something:

"Not enough...wait a little longer..."