Twilight War

02

Land of Fernbul, Temple of the Gods.

The long sword fell, and the blood of the ancient beast splashed on Brunhilde's face.

She stepped on the body of another ancient beast, soaring into the air, and pierced the ferocious body of the ancient beast with a sharp sword.

In front of the distant temple, dozens of corpses of ancient beasts piled up, and snow fell from the sky.

Brunhilde walked up the steps in front of the temple, his sword slicing through the blood on the steps.

It used to be the place where people worshiped the gods in the age of the gods.

At that time, people prayed for God's protection and listened to God's oracle here.

Sleeping in front of the temple, the beast as huge as a hill slowly got up and looked at the mortals who dared to offend it.

Brunhilde came here to find traces of the Nazgul.

If possible, she also wants to save more people.

Handsome girl holds sword in hand.

The giant beast roared, and the snow in front of the temple was like a storm.

In the snow storm, the girl jumped directly from the steps to face the beast as huge as a hill.

The beast roared and attacked Brunhilde.

Brunhilde jumped on the steps in front of the temple, avoiding the attack of the giant beast, and then swung his sword suddenly.

The heavy holy sword pierced the neck of the giant beast.

Like the collapse of mountains and rivers, giant beasts fell to the ground.

Brunhilde jumped off the body of the giant beast, and the silver armor on her body reflected the bodies of the fallen giant beasts. She looked at the barren and dilapidated temples.

Thirteen gods are enshrined in the temple.

The statue of the No.13 god Loki has long been destroyed.

The body of the gray-robed priest was frozen in frost, and it was unknown how long he had been dead.

Brunhilde wiped the blood off the sword and walked towards the corridor leading to the ground on the side of the temple.

In the dark and deep underground, she lit the flint.

A high concentration of the silver of the great depth is sealed in a stone, and the burning steam lights up the temple tunnel.

The light danced with the mist.

——We eventually die on ourselves.

These words are written in ancient Ruen script on the walls of the tunnel.

Just as she was about to carefully read the words on the wall, an ancient lizard-like beast suddenly jumped out beside her.

The girl turned around and raised her sword to kill the beast.

The light of flint suddenly illuminates the cell in the corner, where dozens of girls are locked.

Brunhilde cut through the bars with his sword.

The girls backed away flinching.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you," Brunhilde said.

"How did you get here?" she asked looking at the girls.

The girls just shook their heads.

"Who put you here."

The girls still just shook their heads.

She couldn't bear to continue to press these girls.

"Wait here for me, and I'll take you out."

Brunhilde walked out of the cell, and she kept beheading all the strange beasts that appeared along the way.

There are many cells in the corridor, and she knows that all of these should have something to do with the cult secretly established by the Ring Spirits in Westland.

But she didn't understand why so many people were imprisoned here.

At the end of the tunnel, she saw murals painted on rocks.

The color of mineral pigments has long been mottled.

The huge mountain-like ancient beast walked on the ground, and the black figure seemed to be able to smash the sky.

And the kneeling humans are as small as insects and ants.

At that moment, her heart seemed to be strangled.

In the chaotic void, she saw the return of the ancient god called Utgarde. When he returned, the world became a hell, and all people could only kneel down and wait for a more thorough death than death.

The end of the corridor suddenly lights up.

"Our Valkyrie is back?" the rosy-haired girl sat by the pool at the end of the corridor and raised her head to Brunhilde.

03

At the Jiuxun Festival, the bronze Hong Zhong Da Lu Qiming, and the witch danced with a feather fan on the altar.

Everything is as magnificent as a millennium event.

But those colors are like illusions created by smearing, and even the lines that outline everything are trembling.

Flashy like a reflection in water.

Wischpel lowered the brim of his bamboo hat.

He walked among the bustling crowd.

Black crows perched on strings hanging from street lights.

— never again.

said the crows.

He walked to the wine shop at the end of the street, and the wine seller poured him a glass of Huadiao with a smile.

The wine glass was pushed in front of him.

He pulled out the paper that was pressed under the Huadiao wine, on which was a picture of a phoenix being beheaded by the sword.

The girl selling wine is singing the song of selling wine in the south of the Yangtze River.

He tilted his head back and drank the wine.

Yu Guanghua's expensive sedan chair passed by him, and the young man dressed in brocade sat on the mat.

All the chaotic colors solidify.

He let go of his hand, and the yellow note was blown to the corner by the wind.

The young man lowered his eyes, his brows were full of respect.

The boy seemed to have noticed him, and slowly raised his head to look at him.

Those eyes are as beautiful as peach blossoms.

He held the brim of the bamboo hat with his hands and looked at the boy.

But before he could see the boy's face clearly, a sharp sword suddenly pierced the boy's body from behind.

Blood stained red and white jade mats.

Vichypel's heart seemed to stop beating for an instant.All the flashy colors faded, and the black crows flew up.

He opened his eyes again, and there was still a chaotic crowd.

Black crows perched on strings hanging from street lights.

— never again.

The sacrificial bell is still ringing.

He clenched the sword in his hand and walked to the wine shop against the flow of people.

"who are you."

The wine seller still just handed over a cup of Huadiao.

"There are birds in the sky, the emperor's feathers, and the fainting of Yi's shooting is about to come." The wine girl sang softly.

He pulled out the yellow paper that was pressed underneath, on which was still painted the dead phoenix bird.

"What are you going to do?"

But the girl who sells wine sang the song of selling wine again, "Song after song, never wake up again..."

He let go, the yellow paper was blown away by the wind, the bell rang, and the young man's car passed by him. The sword in his hand was drawn out of its sheath in an instant, and stabbed the waiter behind the young man.

Blood fell on him.

However, the next moment he watched the sharp arrow shot from a high place piercing the young man's brocade clothes.

The crows flew up in alarm.

— never again.

Wihipel held the sword in his hand and opened his eyes again.

It was still a chaotic crowd, and he looked up at the crow that was parked on the light rope.

The crows looked at him too, mockingly.

He walked to the wine shop, and the wine seller skillfully poured the flower carvings.

The sharp sword rests on the neck of the wine seller.

"Tell me what all this is all about."

"Song after song, never wake up again, back and forth until the end of the day." The wine seller still just smiled and pushed the wine over.

He didn't drink, tore off the yellow paper and threw it aside.

When the bell rang, he turned around and jumped onto the young man's sedan chair suddenly. Amidst the shock of everyone, he pulled down the young man who was sitting on the mat.

Scarlet clouds beautifully embroidered the Divine Phoenix bird.

Holding the young head of the Huangxuan family in his arms, he fled into the streets of Jinling.

"Where are you taking me?" the boy said suddenly.

Vehipel put the boy down, and he looked into the boy's black eyes.

"Go to a place where no one can hurt you," he said to the boy.

The boy laughed, "Then it's good to stay at Huangxuan's house."

"Do you want to eat candy?" The boy took out a bag of sugar from his arms. It turned out that the boy was so obediently staying on the banquet table just now, but he had a piece of zongzi candy in his mouth.

He picked out two pieces of candy, handed one to Wisipel, and looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus candy in his hand, "A sister gave this to me. She said I was too young to drink, so she could only give me this."

Wischpel frowned, suddenly feeling a little bad.

Blood was already dripping from the corner of the boy's mouth, he was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus candy, "Sister's candy... so bitter..."

……

04

"Are you done with the North Festival?" Zichen asked Xiang Liu, who had just returned, as he sat slanted by the desk biting a sour grass.

"The official sacrifice hasn't started yet, and now it's just putting the giant cauldron on the altar." Xiang Liu sat by the table next to Zichen, glanced at Zichen, "Young master, you are going to snatch those children again. s things."

"They gave it to me, okay?" Zichen pulled out two more sour weeds from his arms and handed them to Xiangliu, "Taste it, although it's nothing delicious, but at least it tastes good. There's nothing in Beidi, The mouth is going to fade out of the bird."

"Master Jin, you will become a rogue young master sooner or later if you go on like this." Xiang Liu looked at Zichen with a face full of hatred.

Zichen raised his eyebrows, seeing Xiang Liu's indifferent face, he had no choice but to take the sour grass back, "What's wrong with the hooligan, the hooligan is also living on his own shamelessness and ability."

"Young master, you are the young master of the Huangxuan family." Xiang Liu said helplessly.

"So what, I'm not the only rascal in the Huangxuan family." Zichen said indifferently.

"By the way, I didn't go, so General Lu Cun's complexion is not very good." Zichen said with a smile while pouring sweet potato shochu.

"It's not just bad, I just want to stab you straight, saying that I must read you a book after returning to Beijing."

Zichen laughed even happier when he heard it, like a student who skipped class to play tricks on his private school teacher.

The only one who dared not to go to such an important matter was him, Young Master Huangxuan.

"Young master, alien beasts are attacking." Someone knocked on the door and said.

Zichen tilted his head and looked outside the door, "It seems that we have to guarantee that General Lu Cun will participate in the book first."

The herd of black beasts ran across the huge Wanglongchuan, like a magma that could swallow everything.

A blue beacon is burning on the female wall.

The winding Great Wall is like a giant line across.

Zichen held the sword, and with the other hand, he turned the black iron wristband that was uncomfortable on the knuckles.

"A lot of people have come this time." Zichen said, "I'm going out of town."

"Young master?" Xiang Liu frowned and asked.

"Xiang Wang didn't die under the claws of the alien beast." Zichen tied the sword to the sword belt, "I'm going to see that coward hiding behind the alien beast."

The boy raised his head under the large clouds in the north, his eyes were as sharp as a sword that could cut everything.

05

……

The bronze Hong Zhong Da Lu Qiming, Wu Xian's singing came from afar.

Vehipel clenched the sword in his hand.

He didn't know how many times he woke up here.

The crows on the light cord stared at him.

—You can't save him.

——Song after song, never wake up...

— never again.

He ignored the crows, went to the roadside stall and threw the copper wire, and picked up a red hair tie.

Then he walked past the noisy crowd and tore off the yellow paper from the wine glass pushed by the wine girl.

The wind blew hundreds of yellow papers scattered under the sycamore tree next to the restaurant.

On each piece of yellow paper is a picture of a dead phoenix bird.

He folded the yellow paper with the phoenix bird on it and put it in his bosom.

Then he drank Huadiao in one gulp.

Nice wine.

The Luan bell rang, and everyone in Huangxuan's family looked at the man blocking the road.

And the young man sitting on the mat slowly raised his eyes.

Yun Jinyi, the Divine Phoenix Bird.

The 36th Street lantern swayed in the wind.

The man under the bamboo hat has blue eyes, like the sky of Weichen Temple.

The boy looked at the man and suddenly smiled.

But the next moment his body was suddenly pierced by the man's sword.

He opened his eyes and fell into the man's arms.

Blood stained red and white jade mats.

My boy, if you are mortal, then I would rather you die in my arms.

The wind blows through the hundreds of yellow papers under the plane tree.