Twilight War

07

"Why?" Zichen looked up at Long Yingluo, "20 people, 20 people died, what are you all doing for?"

"It's 100 million people. Donghuang 30 and Xilu 70." The girl didn't show any expression: "If you include those ancient beasts, it's almost like this. After all, they were once human."

"100 million?" Zichen raised his head and looked at Long Yingluo. For a moment, he felt chills all over his body, because of the 100 million people, because the ancient beasts the girl mentioned were once human, and because the girl didn't care. look.

"I said before that people die like grass, and death is a very light thing. Their death is for more solemn things." Long Yingluo lowered her head, wondering why Zichen was sad: "I like Shang Shi's Sacrifice, at that time, all the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers had spirits, and what we sacrificed was our Father God."

"Just to get Loki back?" Zichen shook his head, "For one person, you killed a million people!"

"So what? Look at this grassland. If you want to feed a sheep, how much new grass must die. If a wolf lives, how many sheep must die."

"This is different!" Zichen roared angrily.

"What's the difference? Humans herd cattle and sheep, and the earth herds humans." Long Yingluo frowned: "Humans are also grass that grows on the ground."

"Don't you understand?" The girl frowned, "We are all just leaves of the World Tree."

"Ancient beasts, gods, or humans are all leaves on the World Tree. The World Tree feeds us to grow, and then we fall, rot... and are swallowed by the World Tree. For thousands of years, all populations are Came here this way."

"You still don't understand what the country of the dead is. There are chaotic and painful souls. Human beings like the holy and the beautiful. What the World Tree likes is the rotten, the sinful, and the struggling. So whenever this world When there are more suffering and sinful souls, the gates of the kingdom of the dead will be opened."

The god of agriculture eats children, and the world tree also devours the souls of every race.

"This is the order, the order above the gods." Long Yingluo looked at the sky above Juyongguan, but she didn't know what she was looking at. "This is unchangeable."

"And such a slow death can't satisfy the World Tree, so it always desires more killings. That's when the biggest disaster in the world comes, and that's Ragnarok."

"The earth collapsed, the severe winter covered, and howling was everywhere. For the World Tree, this is a feast."

"So? So the 100 million people who died are not important at all?" Zichen smiled almost sarcastically.

"When you look at ants with human eyes, you don't have to care about the life and death of ants. When you look at this world with the eyes of gods, why should you care about human death?" Long Yingluo frowned, not understanding why Zichen was still in such pain .

"...Because I'm human. I'm not a god, and I don't know any order. I only know that many people died, many, and some of them even drank sweet potato burn with me yesterday."

"Then do you want to be free?" Long Yingluo looked down at the boy.

"relief?"

"Yes, when my father's soul is reborn in your body, all of this is just an illusion to you."

She bit her finger, and a drop of blood oozed from the wound on her fingertip.

The girl turned her wrist lightly, and the drop of blood hung on her fingertips.

"Everything is an illusion. You don't have to suffer anymore, you don't have to struggle."

Blood seeped into the boy's forehead.

Zichen seemed to have suddenly fallen into confusion, and his black and white eyes turned into ashes.

08

The huge ancient beast fell in front of the temple of the gods. Brunhilde walked into the temple holding the sword. She walked towards the girl in the cage. The girl in the corner was wrapped with a blue ribbon.

The girl looked at her in horror.

Brunhilde raised the sword in his hand.

They will all become ancient beasts...

That being the case.

"Kill them." Hull sat on the statue in the temple of the gods and looked at Brunhilde. "Kill them, and you will be able to get out of this illusion. Otherwise, you will only have to continue the cycle."

"Who are you? What are you going to do!" Brunhilde looked at Hull.

"Shouldn't you be asking who you are and what have you done?" Hull lowered his head and said doubtfully.

Brunhilde said nothing.

"My God Empress, Baldr and Hodr are clearly your heirs, why do you only love one?" Hull tilted his head and looked at Brunhilde, "Ancient beasts are born from fire and mist. , Humans are also born from fire and mist. The only difference is that you endowed them with the brilliance of dragon blood."

"The World Tree gave the gods dragon blood, and you used the dragon blood to shine on the fire and mist to create humans. But once the afterglow of the dragon blood is lost, those humans will become ancient beasts again. They are ferocious and murderous."

"Humans and ancient beasts are clearly your children, why do you only love one?"

Brunhilde looked at the girl.

In an instant, she saw countless humans in the dark atrium praying to the gods around the fire. The ancient beast named Utgarde came every winter, and all the humans who heard his wailing turned into ancient beasts and bit their own kind.

She saw those people kneeling beside her, they called her mother, humblely touched the corners of her skirt, begging her to drive away those ancient beasts.

They begged her that they would not suffer any more, that they would rather die than become monsters.

"Darkness kills light, and ancient beasts kill humans." Hull's voice was ethereal, echoing in the deserted corridor like an ancient bard.

"So you couldn't bear to watch it anymore. So you stole the dragon's blood!" The girl suddenly raised her voice, and she looked down at Brunhilde, who was on the verge of collapse, from the tall statue, as if she was judging her.

Hull jumped down from the tall statue and walked to Brunhilde, "You stole the dragon's blood hidden in the god pendant, so all human beings lost the light of dragon's blood, and the human beings on the earth flocked Turned into an ancient beast. Three long winters followed, and Utgarde walked the land, and there were corpses and wailing everywhere."

"That's... Winter of Fenbulle."

Brunhild fell to the ground, remembering all her pain.

She couldn't bear to watch them suffer, but in the end she killed everyone.

She wanted to protect everything, but in the end she watched everything die in front of her.

"So you came to the atrium with dragon blood, gave up your godhood, and walked the world as a human."

"So, give me the dragon's blood. What you don't want, I want." Hale lifted Brunhilde's face.

She raised her hand and drew a drop of blue blood from Brunhilde's forehead.

The girl's fingers are like lotus flowers.

Blue blood hangs on the tip of her hand.

"Go to sleep, Your Majesty the Queen of God." Hull put Brunhilde's unconscious body on the ground.

"It would be better if you forget everything."

09

Vichypel wades through burning sunflowers.

But no matter where he went, he would see the figure of the boy.

It was the boy he saw imprisoned in the underground prison of the temple when he was young.

The young man looked at him through the iron bars, ignorant of human affairs, his eyes were clean like a fool.

It was that rainy night, he dragged the boy and ran away on the road of Asgard.

But in a blink of an eye, there was nothing in his hand.

He holds nothing.

Turning around, there were only the burning temples, and the young man covered his burned eyes and wailed. "Little Phoenix, do you insist on torturing me like this?" Vehipel suddenly laughed while standing in the burning flames, "Or...you think I deserve it the most."

"Do you want to know the truth?" He raised his head and looked at the boy sleeping obediently under the tree after all the flames had dissipated.

"God did not create man for the illusory thing of loneliness, because God should not be lonely."

"The gods just wanted humans to die in their place, so they created humans." Vehipel looked at the boy and said word by word.

The boy looked up at Vichypel, with the stars of Asgard in his black eyes.

"In the beginning, there were only ancient beasts born in fire and mist in this world. Their nature was to kill, so the world tree grew lushly. And all the leaves would fall, so the long winter came, and the ancient beasts in the world became more and more Few. New leaves appear, that is the gods. They got the world from the ancient beasts, but the gods all have a long life, and they don’t want to kill each other. But they don’t want to return the world to the ancient beasts.”

"Later God King Buli sacrificed himself to the World Tree and obtained the favor of the World Tree for the Protoss—dragon blood. So God created human beings, and God gave them selfishness, greed, war, and all crimes. Because the World Tree I like corrupt, sinful, struggling souls."

"Humans are lambs raised by the gods on the earth for the World Tree, and the gods are just shepherds."

Vichypel's voice was distant and gentle, like a bard telling a story to a child by the fire.But his story was so real that it was almost cruel.

The young man looked at Vehipel, "It really is my brother."

"That's the truth you want, what more do you want?" Wihipel said.

The boy shook his head, "Enough."

Those sunflowers are gradually disappearing, and the children who hear the truth will wake up from their dreams after all.

Vehipel looked at the boy whose body gradually turned into nothingness.

He remembered that the former God King Bulli had said many things to him, and those things had been regarded as his standard for a long time.

But now he suddenly felt that God King Bully was not right in everything.

"He said God shouldn't be alone, but I will still miss you..."

He looked at the boy in the void and said.

10

Long Yingluo crossed the Wanglong River with Zichen in her arms, and the blood on the boy's body spread out in the water, like a huge water lily.

She stepped onto the shore, and all the ancient beasts retreated as if they were afraid of her.

She put Zichen on the huge altar on the Dragon Cliff.

In the legend of the Huns in Mobei, a dragon once fell in love with the goddess of the Mobei tribe, but the goddess did not love it.

So this dragon drew water from the East China Sea to flood the whole tribe.

Soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, making the wind turn into rain.

Finally, the goddess boarded the cliff, looked at the giant dragon in the world, and committed suicide by slaying herself.

The dragon finally turned into a mountain, blocking all sea water.

So there is only such a river left in the land of Mobei, called Wanglongchuan.

There is a cliff left, called Wanglong Cliff.

The precious metal is reborn from the base metal.

My father will return to this world in your body.

Long Yingluo cut her palm, and she couldn't help closing her eyes due to the instant pain.

She dripped blood on the boy, but before the blood fell, the boy on the altar suddenly disappeared.

Long Yingluo turned around and watched Vehipel, who was holding the boy in her arms, fall to the ground.

"Anyone who wants to touch me should ask me first." Vehipel looked up at Long Yingluo and said.

"Your man? He has three letters and six engagements with me, and the medium is getting married. Who are you?" Long Yingluo laughed.

Wischpel looked down at the boy in his arms, thought for a while and said, "I am the one who can let him escape from marriage."