Ember Gun

  Chapter 440 Hall of Heroes

This will be a scene that will make Cognel remember his whole life. Ival is like a monster in the nightmare. He crawled out of the darkness little by little, dragging blood, shattering the limits between dimensions, just like that. The earth fell in front of Cognel's eyes.

  He has never imagined that this guy in a wheelchair is so terrible. Ivar has been hiding himself, and the accumulation of many years is for today.

  The heroic death.

  Stand and die like a Viking warrior.

  Pain and death can no longer threaten him, because that was what he wanted.

  Nothing can stop him at this moment. Even the guards carrying secret blood are not his opponents. To be precise, Cognel shouldn't have placed his hopes on them.

  After all, the guards of the choir are implanted with a stable secret blood. Its power is not as strong as the demon hunter, but at least it is stable enough that even a weak mortal heart can easily control it.

  Whatever you ask for, you have to pay.

   Therefore, such a mediocre secret blood can only bring a little power that surpasses ordinary people. Its power is that it can create countless warriors that surpass ordinary people.

  This kind of guy was not Ivar’s opponent from the beginning. They possessed the secret blood, but they didn’t have the heart to control it, the lion’s heart, and the fearless heart.

   "You are crazy! Do you know what you are doing? How many people will die because of it!"

  Speaking of these words, Cognel himself found it ridiculous. He was also one of the promoters of the war, but when it did come, unlike the crazy Curry, he had only panic and fear.

  The so-called honors and achievements are nothing but vocabulary to decorate the war, distorting the cruel and **** truth into things that people can accept.

  He feels sick and nauseous for his naive thoughts.

  But this also happened to prove that Cosnel was an ordinary person, not a monster like Curry, Ival, or Lawrence. They were all monsters, driven by the will of steel, and no compromise was done for that lofty goal.

  "Such words are too naive, Cornel Garrell, you are going to be a king, how can you say such words?"

   There was a calm voice under the dark face. Ivar was not mocking Cognel, but simply stating the facts.

   "Damn... how come there are people like you in the world?"

  Konel retreated in a panic. His only reason grasped the handle of the gun and did not shoot randomly. The remaining bullets were his only hope. Once he was empty, he didn't think he could defeat Ivar.

The guy in front of him is not an ordinary person at all. There is a crazy lion heart in his broken body. There is Rodbrook's blood in him. The ghost of the ancestors fighting wildly is leaning over him at this moment, leading him to the holy spirit. temple.

The hot foul air was swallowed, and Ivar moved forward slowly, dragging his blood-stained knees, his movements were like crawling, but such ridiculous movements brought an uncontrollable sense of oppression, as if there was a barrier blocking steel. Go forward little by little, and it will run over everything that hinders it.

   "You lunatics, it's so damning, why!"

  Cosnel didn’t understand, he didn’t even understand the beliefs of the Vikings.

  "Why! People like you, who have killed countless lunatics, shouldn't you fall into the **** of God's punishment after you die? Why do people like you meet such a beautiful hall of heroic spirits?"

  The fear he had never had before, this kind of powerless despair, even tears gushing from his eyes, mixed with blood.

  Although he was isolated from his beliefs since he was a child, as a Galunaro, he still knows how much he believes in Cognell.

  Good people will rise to heaven, sinners will go to hell.

  He always hears these pastors mention these words, but in fact it is not like this at all. The world is real and cruel, far from being as beautiful as described in the doctrine, but at least such words can comfort people's hearts.

  But these Vikings have completely different beliefs. They regard killing as good and death in battle as honor.

  In the past, Cognel just smiled at this, but now facing Ivar, he really feels the deformity and madness of this belief.

   "Why are murderers ushering in something beautiful!"

  Cognell snarled incomprehensibly.

  Like Ivar, his hands were also stained with blood. Sometimes Cognel thought that he would go to **** when he died, and he would also suffer from insomnia at night.

  But why does Yvar, who is also stained with blood, feel that he can usher in beauty?

Why?

   "Do you think... the Hall of Valor is really beautiful?"

When the voice sounded, Ival was very close to Cognel, so close that he could reach Cognel's feet by straightening his hands hard, but he stopped, as if resting, scratching his hands indiscriminately. Blood stains were smeared on the ground one after another.

   "I will meet my ancestors in the Hall of Valor, telling them my achievements and sharing the glory."

  Ival squeezed the steel again and propped himself up, his broken knees struggled hard, the blood-smeared ground was a bit slippery, and he fell before standing up.

   "God Odin will treat me with the most delicious food and drink strong wine with me."

  Ival's voice became blurred, he fell, but could not stand up again.

  Listening to his dreamy voice, at this moment Cognel reacted afterwards.

The monster in front of him fell into a pool of blood like a wild dog. His body was full of wounds from the fight with the guards. Each of them went deep into the flesh and blood, and even the raised broken bones could be seen. The human perspective is distorted, and all actions since the beginning are controlled by a tenacious will.

  Ival is not a monster, he is a human, an ordinary person.

  At this moment, he was already exhausted. The hot blood was cooling down little by little, and the beating heart gradually became tired. His eyelids were very heavy, almost completely closed, longing for a peaceful sleep.

  He is going to die.

  But he can’t die yet. Ivar has done something wrong and he will bear the price. He is willing to be the sacrifice of this war, and he is willing to pay his life for the short-lived beauty.

  One yard is one yard, he understood very well.

  Cognell got up in embarrassment, his chest undulated violently, raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed at Ivar, he could see that his body was still undulating slightly, he was not dead yet.

   "Do you think that is beautiful?"

  Ival asked again, but this time Cognel did not answer him, but pulled the trigger.

  In the roar of gunfire, the burst of fire light ignited the darkness again, and for a brief moment, Cornel saw a somewhat sad face.

   Then he was thrown down, and steel pierced his wrist.

The whole person fell into the blood, and the senses became extremely keen for some reason. Cornel could clearly hear the sound of blood pouring from his body, his heart beating in panic, and death stroking his cheek little by little. Take him to the world after death.

   could no longer make any screams, and under the great fear, Cornel even had difficulty thinking.

Ival’s battle is not over yet. He fell in a pool of blood instead of choosing death, but accumulating strength and opportunity. His broken body stepped on Cognel’s body and stood swayingly, so tall, Like mountains.

  "The heroic spirits after death will fight in the hall, and then resurrect the next day, fight again...forever..."

  Ival's voice is very calm.

  "Do you think this is wonderful? Cornel Garrel."

  Ival slowly drew the steel from his wrist, held it high, and asked him a question.

  The sound hit Cognel's heart like a heavy hammer.

  Is this really good?

   Fight endlessly, never sleep.

  Wake up is to die, and die is to fight and die again after waking up.

  This is a reincarnation that can never be freed, just like human history.

  War, peace, until everyone accumulates strength again and joins the war.

Cornel couldn’t figure it out, he couldn’t answer this question, but in a daze he seemed to see the Hall of Valor, where countless soldiers were fighting together, their bodies were covered with scars, and they were breathing cold air and spraying fiery heat. Blood.

  They fell one by one, awake when the sun rose the next day, grabbed the weapon next to them and threw themselves into the battle again.

  There is no end, no relief.

  This is the real hell.

  Cognell's heart became cold.

  He thought, this is a curse, a curse of mankind.

  The nameless **** is cursing human beings. Isn’t this whole world a huge hall of heroes? People are born to fight and die, new children come into the world, and then plunge into the hatred of their parents.

  The light of the candlelight fell on the elevated steel, and Cosnel's blurred face was reflected on it. In the mirror, he seemed to be whispering something, he was announcing his death.

  The matter has now calmed down instead. He looked at his face under the shadow without emotion. Cognel thought Ivar must be sad and desperate at this moment.

  Ival can't change anything. All he can do is to hope his death in the bright future. This is the last thing he can do for the Viking nations.

  Konel closed his eyes and greeted death calmly.

  The cooling blood fell ticking, across Cognel’s face, and landed on the ground. Strangely, the expected death did not arrive.

  He opened his eyes and saw a sculpture-like figure.

  Ival held the steel aloft, stood twisted, his face hidden under the shadow, time seemed to freeze on him, and the furious will was firmly fixed at this moment.

  There is no more breath.

he died.

  For an instant, countless thoughts impacted on Cornel's mind, there was no fear or joy, there was nothing.

  As if he had lost all his emotions, he pushed Ival's stiff corpse away, and got up from the pool of blood blankly.

   "The endless cycle..."

   He muttered in a low voice, tore off the fabric, and wrapped the wound on his wrist.

   is over, this crazy death match finally ended like this.

  Konel slowly backed away, his eyes staying on Ivar's corpse, he thought Ivar should have been taken to the Hall of Valkyrie by the Valkyrie at this moment.

  So, is there a paradise for the Vikings? Or is it hell?

  Cognell couldn't understand it, but at least Ivar died standing up as a soldier in the end.

   "Farewell, Ivar Rodbroke."

  Koniel finally said this, escaping the deep darkness.

  The dark and lonely corridor is mixed with the remnants of beasts and steel. It seems that someone is fighting and fighting somewhere. There is a swaying candlelight outside the window with the sound of singing, and the blurred light spot hits Cognel's body.

  None of this has anything to do with him, and Cornel stared at the nothingness ahead.

  He also didn’t know how to describe this moment, Ivar’s last figure was firmly engraved in his mind, no matter how he dispelled it, he couldn’t break free.

  Cognell began to think about some other things.

  Now all the anger and hatred have nothing to do with him. He is thinking about something extremely important.

Some people say that growth is slow, it takes countless years, and it takes a long baptism that a boy can transform into a man, but some people say that growth is a momentary thing. In a moment that is not too bad, you suddenly Think about everything clearly.

  At the moment Ivar died, Cornel thought about everything.

  (End of this chapter)