After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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As he spoke, Sam raised his arm, aimed his palm cannon at Ling Ke's head, and spat out white light.

Lingke remained expressionless, gripping her ice axe tightly.

Snapped!

The ice axe suddenly came loose.

Ling Ke knelt down on the ground, covering her head with her hands.

Even so, her expression remained unchanged, her body did not tremble, and her eyes were calm as she looked at Spa:

"I have surrendered. So please lay down your weapons."

"..."

Spa and Firefly exchanged a glance and nodded to each other.

Spare released his restraints. Before Ying could put down her weapon, Lingke twisted her neck and pressed her fingers against her shoulder, making a creaking sound.

"You are very strong."

Ling Ke said, her voice completely flat:

"If I'm not mistaken, you even have the means to destroy the entire Beloborg. You must be from outer space."

Ling Ke said calmly, as if stating a common sense statement.

Spall was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that the other party, a native of a closed planet, would have a way to quickly guess his identity.

This girl... is very unusual.

Spall muttered to himself, about to say something, when he saw the girl move her hand, reach into her bosom, and take something out.

“My name is Linco Landau, and I’m a snow explorer. Since you’ve touched things here, you probably want to see this too.”

As they spoke, the girl handed the object to Spa. Spa discovered that it was two thin pieces of paper.

"My name is Spa, and the robot next to me is Sam."

Spah smiled, took the piece of paper, and looked closely. It was the same experimental notes he had seen before.

“I once heard a rumor from the Silvermane Iron Guards.”

Ling Ke gazed at Spa and the other two and said:

“Deep in the snowfield, there exists a celestial being. He will appear when you are about to freeze to death and offer you a miraculous medicine. As long as you take this medicine, you will be able to withstand the cold and endure the wind and snow.”

"You should know that although star gods exist in this world, most things can be explained by science."

Spare chewed on his cookie and said softly.

“I know that, so I concluded that someone frequently enters and exits the snowfield to secretly help the Iron Guard. After several explorations, the target was locked on this place.”

"Ah."

Spah nodded and unfolded his notebook:

[Test on #03:]

[Body temperature remained stable during the observation period, with occasional episodes of coughing up blood and asthma symptoms...]

[...I'm not sure if the dates I wrote are correct; I've been waking up at night for several days now.]

[The loss of control over my bodily functions has recently spread to my shoulders and neck. I now need to elevate my head with pillows to sleep. I wonder if it will spread to my brain next?]

[Experiment No. 07:]

The feedback from several guards was generally satisfactory... They've been barely able to speak lately; their vocal cords seem to have suffered irreversible damage.

"...I'll deliver the reagents to the vicinity of the Iron Guard outpost next week. They've been such a troublemaker lately..."

After reading the notes, Spah felt a mix of emotions, and he really didn't know what to feel.

He lamented the sacrifice of the notebook's owner, but also sensed the man's madness between the lines, which reminded him of the governor of Punk Lords.

He recalled that night, the layers of corpses piled up by Punk Lord, and the crackling, burning flames; a wave of nausea rose involuntarily from the depths of his heart.

“That guy is not worthy of being called a celestial being at all; he’s just a mad scientist who uses human bodies for experiments,” Spah said through gritted teeth.

"If sacrificing only a few people can allow more people to survive, or even free the planet from eternal winter, that would be... As descendants of the city builders, we would be laughing in our sleep."

Ling Ke stared at Spa, her expression unchanged, but she lowered her voice when she spoke.

Spall paused, speechless for a moment.

Yes

I cannot project my personal experiences onto others' thoughts...

Due to a core crisis, this planet has endured countless winters.

If they could escape all of this, the planet's inhabitants might be willing to sacrifice an entire generation.

Thinking of this, Spah's heart was stirred.

"The will of the city builders?"

Spa murmured to himself, the melody of Green Day's "Still Breathe" playing in his mind, and memories quietly drifted back to the past.

That place was also an isolated city.

Unlike Yalilo VI, outside the city walls, instead of a frozen wasteland, there was a terrifying expanse of green.

Emerald green vines spread wildly, taking root in the city wall, only to be bounced back by the protective energy.

However, the vines did not give up, assisting the golden tree and trapping the city like locusts.

The entire planet, except for the city at Spa's feet, was swallowed up by green plants. Besides the plants, there were also strange pieces of flesh hanging from the leaves, throbbing and pulsating.

Spah stood atop the city wall, surrounded by a row of strangely dressed journeymen. Behind them stood the emaciated, pale-faced citizens of the city.

"kill!"

The deafening noise reached the heavens, making the blood moon in the sky appear even more alluring.

Spah held his breath and watched as the massive army of the Buli people surged towards the city walls like a tidal wave.

A ladder made of meat was erected on the city wall.

Although hunters on their hunting expeditions hurled arrows and ordinary soldiers unleashed powerful catapults, the enemy, as if possessed, scrambled to the top of the walls in an instant.

"The Bu Li people can't be completely wiped out. I estimate the city will be captured in just half a day."

One of the builders said in a low voice.

Spah saw that the man, holding a shield, stood by the city wall, his back showing a strong figure, seemingly never to fall.

"It's time to make a decision!"

said the man.

Chapter 47 The Will of the City Builders

Outside the city, Bu Liren was howling and screaming.

Ignoring their injuries and even their fear of death, they charged at the city walls like mad dogs.

The defenders were fearless, even with their faces covered in blood and their arms missing, they still raised their shields, set up their muskets, and aimed at the army of Bu Li.

However, Spah pricked up his ears and heard (seven) the cries of the common people in the city.

"The Bu Li people are coming fiercely, and most of our city's defenses are not yet complete. We must find a way to buy time!"

The city builder spoke. Behind him stood a dozen or so people, some destined to hunt, some destined to remember…

They came from all corners of the starry sky, yet each of them stood tall on the city wall, their faces filled with resolve.

Spall glanced at the crowd, sighed inwardly, and lowered his voice to say:

"You want to attack the enemy's headquarters? Forgive my bluntness, but doing so is a death sentence. Take me with you! You might come back alive."

"Don't let your emotions get the better of you, you little devil!"

The city builder shook his white beard and whispered a rebuke. Although he was over fifty, his spine remained strong.

He waved his hand, leading the group to the top of the city wall, then turned his head to look directly at Spa:

"Here, only you have the ability to mobilize the entire city, integrate resources, and complete the construction of city defenses. And only you possess the talent to command an army... Therefore, for the sake of victory, you must not die!"

After saying that, he flicked his hand lightly, and the suicide squad members disappeared into thin air, leaving only the thuds of them jumping off the city walls.

After that, Spall had no idea what happened.

He only heard the booming explosions from the enemy and saw a mushroom cloud rising into the sky, with the distant horizon turning a crimson red.

The Bu Li people descended into chaos, howling at the sky from one end to the other. Before long, they scattered like a tidal wave.

The city has entered a buffer period.

Unfortunately, the suicide squad led by the city builders never returned.

If it weren't for you...

How could I possibly hold on until that miracle happened?

Recalling the past, Spah's heart pounded, and even his hands trembled slightly.

“I will help Belloberg.”

Spa turned his head and looked into Lin Ke's eyes.

Ling Ke paused, then lowered her head, seemingly deep in thought.

After a long while, she raised her head, her lips moving slightly:

"I believe in your abilities. What's an intractable problem for Belloborg, the eternal winter, might just be a matter of a few sweats for you extraterrestrials. But..."

Ling Ke started speaking but then realized she didn't know how to continue, so she lowered her head and muttered to herself:

It's not very rational... but it feels really strange to place the burden of the planet's survival on outsiders.

What reason do they have to work so hard for us?

Lingke looked up again, gazing into Spa's eyes. Her lips moved, but she still couldn't utter a single word.

As if reading the girl's thoughts, Spah smiled and reached out to gently stroke her hair.

"It's clear that you don't want to rely on others."

Spa ruffled Lingke's hair, let go, and continued:

"Solving things on your own is indeed a strong quality. If you try to morally blackmail me, I won't bother helping you. However, sometimes you still need to find someone's shoulder to lean on."

After saying that, Spa stretched, chewed on the newly opened cookie, and slowly moved forward.

Looking at Spa's back, Ling Ke felt that although he seemed lazy, his every move made people feel warm and reliable.

What a kind person!

The girl thought.

Kosper had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped.

He stood still, his fists clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound, his eyes gleaming as he stared at a spot on the road ahead.

There stood a tall figure.

He was wearing a white suit and a white smiling mask. Strange teardrop patterns were visible at the corners of the mask's eyes.

That fool... I've finally found you!

Spall took a deep breath, loosened his fist, and strode towards the Fool. As he walked, a gun slid into his hand.

Spall saw the Fool turn his head, extend his arm, beckon him, and then turn and run away.

Da-da! Da-da-da!

Footsteps echoed through the ice cave.

"Excuse me! I'll be going now!"

Although Spah wanted to give chase immediately, he turned his head and gave instructions to Liuying and the other two before taking two deep breaths and catching up.

Snap! Snap! Snap-Snap...

Spallian made three or four turns, but he didn't see the Fool again. Instead, he saw a dozen or so side roads, like long snakes, appearing before him.

He focused his mind, but apart from Sambo and the two people behind him, he could not sense any other living beings.