Twilight War

Chapter55

We pasture our flocks, and the earth pastures us.

01

In the dimly lit promenade of the temple, Brunhilde held a long sword in her hand. She didn't know how long she had been fighting here.

The blood clotted layer after layer on the ground.

No matter how hard she fought, she could never change the outcome of those children being killed.

Everything is like an irreversible gear that has long been doomed, and she is like an ant crawling on the gear trying to stop it.

After the huge ancient beast in front of the temple fell down again, she walked directly into the dark and deep corridor without stopping.

The long sword stuck in the chest of the dead priest behind him had long had gray spider threads between his ribs.

The girl in the prison looked at her shivering.

But she still didn't stop, and walked straight forward.

After I kill all the ancient beasts, I will come back, for sure.

She kept swinging the sword, even though she knew that nothing could be changed, the handsome girl still had no intention of turning around.

She ran through the dark tunnel, and the slight sunlight from the arch of the dilapidated corridor illuminated the girl's long legs with beautiful lines as she ran.

The long sword swung down to kill all the strange beasts that rushed over.

Blood spattered all over her.

I can, I can change everything.

Just give me one more chance.

She walked to the end of the corridor, looked at the child locked in the cage, and the ancient beast behind her rushed towards her, and she directly stabbed the sword backward into the ancient beast's body.

She didn't know how long she had been fighting here.

In the end, she was the only one left standing in a pool of blood.

She walked towards the imprisoned child, and the long sword directly cut through the black iron bars.

"I did, I said, and I will take you away."

Brunhilde held out his bloody hand to the children.

Those children looked up at the handsome girl who was soaked in blood.

However, the next moment, those children's bodies were suddenly covered with black scales, and then their eyes turned scarlet.All the children turned into ferocious ancient beasts and walked out of the prison.

"How could this be... no..."

Brunhilde yelled in horror, her blue eyes wide open, as if she couldn't believe everything.

02

The wind blows through the sunflowers.

"Brother, why did God create the world?" the black-haired boy suddenly asked.

Wisipel was stunned, he didn't know how to answer, or... he didn't dare to answer.

The boy's eyes were clean and clear, with the clarity of all the stars in Asgard.

"It must be because of loneliness." The young man said suddenly, "If there are only gods in this world, no matter how you think about it, you will be too lonely."

"The number of ancient beasts has decreased a lot in the past few hundred years, and the dark elves and elves are almost gone. If only gods are left among the races in this world, it must be very boring." The boy said: "So gods have created the best match for gods. Like human beings, we are not the only ones walking in the world.”

Not the loneliness of a person, but the loneliness of a race.

The loneliness of the group that is as deep and vast as the dark night.

Just like ancient humans, surrounded by a fire in the dark, although they have a group of people, they are still lonely and helpless.

They can only go on by themselves.

So they pray to the gods, they make offerings, they worship the gods.

They hope that the gods will give them oracles.

Perhaps those people have worshiped the gods for thousands of years, not for gaining anything, but for knowing that there are other existences in the world that are with them.

Therefore, human beings are not alone.

"The gods are the same." The boy said, "This world is too vast, including Asgard, Vana, Muspelheim, Niflheim, and the Atrium. How barren it would be if there were only us."

Vichypel looked at the boy.

Is that what that boy thinks?

That's why he comes to the atrium every spring and plants so many sunflowers here.

He likes humans.He gave them flames, and even expected them to go further, hoping that one day, they could touch the sky...

You...have always thought so?

"Brother, is that so?"

The boy looked up at him.

Wihipel looked at the boy, and finally nodded.

"Then... what am I?"

the boy said suddenly.

In an instant all the sunflowers are burning in the fire.

"What am I! Tell me!" The young man grinned, and his delicate face became ferocious.

03

Blood stained the Yuntai red, dripping down the steps in front of the temple.

The bronze bell tied with red silk fell to the ground.

The young man raised his head on General Yu Lucun's corpse, the red at the end of his eyes lined his face, like a monster in the world.

It's clean but provoking rouge.

His neck is like a crane.

His hands were covered with sticky blood.

The boy suddenly tilted his head and looked at Xin Yi who was holding a sword under the cloud platform and looking at him.

He squinted.

Who are you and why are you here.

You also carry a sword...

Are you here to kill me?

The girl held on to the brim of the bamboo hat and held the sword in her hand even tighter.

She looked at Zichen who walked down the steps step by step.

Zichen punched here suddenly, Xin Yi leaped into the air and jumped up the steps.

She didn't swing the sword in her hand, she knew that if she didn't kill Zichen with one blow, more wounds would only make Zichen more brutal... until all the blood was burned.

She tried to catch her breath.

She remembered that every time he practiced swords in the past, that boy was a little weak, as if he had no confidence in himself and had a lot of worries.But now the boy is like a desperate hungry wolf.

He has lost everything, he has nothing to worry about.

Zichen rushed towards her, and she lightly jumped onto the heavy bronze tripod.

She saw Lu Shen's body.

Is she the only one left?

Obviously, it was Lu Shen who practiced sword the hardest, and it was also Lu Shen who knew their fate first.

But now she is the only one left.

Her sword was never out of its sheath.

She was waiting for the last moment when Zichen exhausted his energy.

She was trained in Huangxuan's family for ten years.Just waiting for this moment.

She is like a sword that has been hidden in the scabbard for ten years, and when it is unsheathed, it is to kill the master.

Xin Yi rose and fell on the cloud platform to dodge Zichen's attack.

The young man's attack was completely out of order. He was exhausted, but he never fell down.

No one knew what was holding him up.

It's now!

Xin Yi pulled out the sword that had been hidden in the scabbard.

Zichen watched the girl draw out her sword.

...Do you want to kill me too?

Why is everyone trying to kill me!

He roared angrily and stretched out his hand to strangle the girl's neck.

Xin Yi stabbed the sword towards Zichen's neck.

The bloody fist and the cold sword brushed past.

Eventually, the girl's sword fell to the ground.

I still... have no way to kill you, my little master.

Zichen lifted the girl's body.

Xin Yi shook Zichen's hand, the redness in the boy's eyes was like blood.

Obviously that bloodstain was ferocious and strange.

But Xin Yi remembered that when Zichen lived in Wutong, he was clamoring to pick peach blossoms for them to grind rouge for fun.

Xin Yi felt that his breathing became difficult.

She raised her hand, touched the boy's handsome face, and brushed the ferocious battle lines on the boy's face with her fingertips.

If it is finished, it should be so beautiful.

Finally, the girl's hand fell.

March [-]rd, my daughter Jiao.

Hello Jiangnan, I hope you will return...

04

Zichen let go, and the girl's body fell to the ground.

He looked at Xin Yi's body in a daze.

For a moment, he seemed to understand something.

He knelt beside Xin Yi's body, screaming in despair.

However, his claws could not kill anyone.

Everyone... is dead.

He is the only one left in this world.

In an instant, all the clouds on the platform gathered together.

It was as if the entire dusk sky was pressing on him.

He staggered towards the bottom of the cloud platform, behind him was the huge bronze tripod and the solemn Buddha III in the century-old temple.

However, within two steps, he rolled off the platform.

He got up from the ground and smiled foolishly.

The wind blows through the black forehead belts tied to the hundreds of locust trees in the city.

Blood was burning on the pool of blood.

There are countless swords stuck on the ground.

Someone once told him that the sword is the backbone of the Huangxuan family.

As long as the sword has not fallen, there is always a sigh of relief.

Their swords dug into the earth, their heads turned toward the sky.

He fell in the pile of corpses again and again, his body covered with blood of unknown origin.

Maybe anyone has it.

He doesn't know where he's going.

The Huangxuan family is gone.

Where can he go?

He saw the swaying white skirt passing blood and corpses and stopping in front of him, with butterflies about to fly embroidered on the corner of the skirt.

Zichen raised his head.

05

All sunflowers burn in flames.

Wihipel saw the boy in the temples with his hands bound by iron chains, and everyone looked at him with horrified eyes.

"Monster, monster!"

The boy was still at a loss, "What did I do wrong...I didn't do anything."

Then everything was burned in the flames. In the huge temple, the gods were solemn. The young man's eyes were burned, and his eyes were covered with blood-stained white cloth. He said with a silly smile: "You judge me, and you judge me offense!"

"Odin! My brother, we were brothers of flesh and blood. Remember the days gone by! You promised me that you would never drink the wine we shared, and you would never drink it alone!"

But the man on the throne just looked at the boy indifferently.

The raven on his shoulder flew over the temples of Asgard.

"What am I! What am I!"

What you see is the past that you have escaped countless times.

You deserve it.

The young man walked into the charcoal fire of melting gold, he seemed to not care about anything anymore.

The face under the white cloth is clean and delicate.

"I walked away on fire, and I will return on blood!"

"Is that enough?" Vehipel growled. "Is this the punishment you gave me? Jormungandr, Loki..." He watched the boy jump into the lava.

He wanted to keep the boy, but everything disappeared in the next moment.

The wind blows through the sunflowers.

The black-haired boy lay obediently under the tree, as if he was still asleep.

06

Brunhilde held the sword in her hand. She looked at the ancient beasts gathered around her but could no longer swing the sword.

She saw the truth, but also saw despair.

The giant beast bit her body.

The next moment she opened her eyes, she once again saw huge ancient beasts entrenched in front of the temples.

The handsome girl fell to the ground.

There is no redemption in this world.

Yes, only deeper despair.

"Our Valkyrie, our Queen Frigg. Just like this, you can no longer swing your sword?" Hull with long rose hair stood on the temple of the gods, looking down at Brunshire Germany.

The author has something to say: don't ask me why.I also have a bit of a writing breakdown.I know I set this path a long time ago, but as I write this, I feel a little hopeless myself.It's like watching a rail car drive on the track I've set up, and then finally hit the landslide I made in the tunnel.

I don't want to write Xin Yi to death! ! !I originally wanted her to live, but as I write this, I can't let Zichen let go! ! !

It felt like I was stabbed to death with my own blade.