Twilight War

11

"Meet you again, Your Highness." Long Yingluo smiled obediently, and for a moment people felt that she was still the quiet, sickly and pale princess of Donghuang.

"Who are you? The breath on your body is very annoying, like those pretentious gods, but not a god." She looked at Vehipel and asked.

Wihipel put Zichen's body on the soft withered grass and straightened his clothes. The young man opened his eyes slightly, and the blackness in his eyes dissipated and turned into an ashes-like color.

"It's just a passing bard." Vehipel said, "And you, Loki's son, Jormungandr, how did you become the princess of Donghuang?"

"I am androgynous, so I can change it in any way I want." Long Yingluo said disapprovingly.

"What about the original princess?"

"Being eaten by me, that's what happened to the princess' serious illness back then." Long Yingluo frowned and said, "You should understand that I will always be weak for a period of time when I transform from a giant python in the world to a human body. After eating that princess , I even thought for a long time that I was really the princess of Donghuang. But one day, I suddenly remembered who I am and why I came to this world."

"So, the illusion I fell into just now is really your memory." Vehipel seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, after all, the boy should belong to him alone.

Jiu Xun Ji, Weichen Temple, Kuiqing Plain.

It's like being divided by others for something you like for no reason.

But even if those are all illusions of Jormungandr, the boy in the illusion belongs to him.

Thinking of this, Vichypel felt a lot better.

"It's also your illusion. Although I am an ancient god, I can't construct a illusion that can trap you with my own power of thought. But whoever has more influence on that illusion depends on each person's power of thought."

"However, you can get out of the illusion, which is quite a skill." Long Yingluo said.

"What about the illusion on that deserted island?" Wihipel asked.

"One part is mine, one part is yours, and the other part... is that boy's. The first layer of illusion is the image of all living beings, the second layer is the image of heaven and earth, and the third layer is the image of himself. It's a pity that he can break himself, It can break heaven and earth, but it cannot break sentient beings.”

The boy still failed to kill Roland in the end.

It's so kind that it's almost cowardly.

"Is it worth it to do this for a person who has lived for thousands of years?" Vehipel looked at Long Yingluo and asked.

"I am already the body of an ancient god. Thousands of years belong to me, but it is only a day and night." Long Yingluo said with a smile: "Why, do you think it is not worthwhile to kill a million people and replace them with one person?"

"It's worth it." Wisipel nodded and said, "However, the person you are sacrificing now has been bought by me for thousands of years. If you want to touch him, I will not let him go."

Long Yingluo didn't understand what Vehipel meant for a moment.

"The blood of the phoenix is ​​on you." Vehipel continued to ask.

Long Yingluo nodded.

"I guess you won't give it to me directly, right?" Wihipel stood up from the boy.

Long Yingluo nodded again, and jumped away from Wanglongya in an instant. The long|lance shot past her, and the beautiful skirt was cut by the silver spear, as if the flying butterflies on the skirt were killed.The long samsara chain in her hand was wrapped around the silver spear like a spirit snake.

Wihipel immediately staggered the long | spear and broke free from the snake-like chain.

"You want Phoenix blood?" Long Yingluo seemed amused, "This thing is not so easy to get."

Her body hangs in the air, like a goddess who has descended into the world, with silver soul locks covering her bare/naked ankles.

Behind her is the dust-covered sky.

The girl waved her hand suddenly, and the sky was covered in dust for a moment.

A mighty army, all the soldiers wear ferocious tiger ben masks, like terracotta warriors sleeping in ancient oriental tombs fighting for their queen.

Among the millions of formations, the girl was dressed in brocade and stepped barefoot on the luxurious imperial chariot beams, like a royal conquest.

Drive in spiritual obedience and conquer the other four domains!

The Luan bell on the car resounded solemnly in the sand like a sacrificial prayer of a witch god.

The earth shook in front of Vichypel, and thousands of troops rushed towards him with weapons in their hands!

Sand and gravel are flying, and dust is blocking out the sun.

Vehipel stood on the spot and released countless black crows. The crows passed through tens of thousands of tiger and cardinal soldiers, cutting thousands of troops and horses like cutting the night.

When the black crow passes by, it will be buried for thousands of miles.

Those ferocious tiger-faced soldiers turned into black ink, smudged in the air.

"It's just an illusion." Vihipel clenched the spear in his hand and rushed towards the girl on the imperial chariot, like a white emperor fighting alone.

However, in the next moment, those shadows that dissipated in the air like ink and wash turned into tiger generals in heavy armor again, and the mo knives in their hands slashed at Visipel!

It's not an illusion, it's a soul!

Long Yingluo trapped all the souls of the Huben soldiers who were supposed to protect her back to Chang'an in the illusion she constructed.

Use them as your own ghost soldiers!

Under the shadow of the canopy, the girl on the imperial chariot smiled.

She is the master of this illusion!

Fly millions of ghost soldiers and have unlimited power.

You and other rebels should kneel down and worship.

"Do you know why Emperor Chang Geng didn't appoint a crown prince?" Long Yingluo looked at Vehipel who was fighting among the ghost soldiers, the man's eyes were as sharp as ice, even though he was besieged, he was still calm and composed.

He held a spear in his hand and looked at the tigers and generals who scattered like ink and wash.

The spears pierced the bodies of those tiger generals, like ink droplets piercing into water, the black ink dispersed around the tip of the guns, and then gathered again into tiger generals holding mo knives.

"When I finish the Northern Sacrifice and return to Chang'an, I will be Donghuang's princess!" The girl raised her head and looked at the sky above the battlefield, "The last princess in Donghuang is Empress Gouchen. Donghuang's new empress."

"When my father comes back, I will give him these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains! We will share all the glory!"

"Tell me, Emperor Chang Geng, who spent his whole life playing with power, but in the end he just fell in love with a woman who knocked wooden fish all day long. It's really ridiculous. But he didn't say anything, he only spoiled the daughter born by that woman." Long Yingluo stepped on the car porch, propped her chin, and said a little boredly: "Those emperors of Donghuang, for their own grand plans and dominance, are immortal. They really can do anything, even such things as the North Festival Without blinking an eye."

"Shouldn't you be the one who brought up the matter of the Northern Festival? Do you still have a heart of compassion?" Vehipel said sarcastically, without looking at Long Yingluo.

"But he is a human, and I am not. Even if a human can easily kill an ant, it would still be too cruel and absurd to see an ant biting the body of its own kind." Long Yingluo said seriously: "What's more, it's very long For a long time, I always thought that I was a human being. I even really thought that I would marry the young master of the Huangxuan family in the future."

"I'm beautiful in the wedding dress." The girl said with a light smile, "I've wanted to wear that wedding dress ever since I met the young master of the Huangxuan family. So, even if I already know that I am Who is it, knowing that I will kill him with my own hands in the end, I still put on that wedding dress and went to my wedding banquet."

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention." Vichypel said coldly.

"It's really cold and hard." Long Yingluo said.

Countless black crows shuttled among thousands of troops, and the black crow feathers fell on the battlefield.

Wihipel closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the crow's wings.

He swung his spear and stabbed in the smudged ink on the battlefield.

As the spear head pierced the body of the armored tiger general, the tiger general turned into ink, but did not gather together again, but fell into the sand like ink.

The silver tip of the gun is like a crystal in the mist.

And the silver thread penetrated into the tip of the gun along the long | gun and was connected into Vihipel's body.

It seems that the gun has also become a part of Visipel's body, and the blood flowing in the silver thread is Visipel's blood.

"Soul Crystal?" Long Yingluo sat on the imperial chariot, looking at Vesper with the corner of her mouth jumping, "Are you using your own soul as a weapon? Don't kill me..."

In the next moment, Wihipel stabbed back with the spear again.

Hu Ben, who swung the Mo knife, turned his body into ink and fell on the sand.

Not all the tiger generals are souls, most of them are just illusions. With his eyes closed, Wisipel uses the sound of the crows passing through the tiger generals to identify which ones are the real souls.

Long Yingluo was still in a daze thinking about who a man is and why he has such a powerful ability.Visipel suddenly charged towards Long Yingluo with a spear in his hand, the Mo Dao fell one after another, and the man's white clothes were stained with blood.

He didn't retreat, he only had eyes on the girl in brocade clothes on the imperial chariot.

The spear pierced the girl's body.

However, the imperial chariot was empty, except for a gorgeous brocade dress with flowers and flowers.

"The real king must be conquered by himself!"

Huben behind Wisipel dropped the ferocious mask on his face, revealing the face of an indistinguishable male and female boy.

And the soul lock in his hand had already passed through Vehipel's chest.

Vesper clutched his chest.He held the arm of Jormungandr who had turned into a boy with his backhand.

Those souls that turned into sand in the ink gathered again into armored tiger generals, but compared to just now, their bodies were more empty, more like real souls.

They rushed towards Jormungandr, screaming and struggling in pain, as if they wanted to tear Jormungandr apart.

"You are not the only one who has done business with World Tree." Vehipel gathered a soul domain beside him.

Hundreds of crows walked through this soul domain, and the souls neighed.

And he is the master.

He tore out a domain that belonged to him in the illusion of Jormungandr.

With the soul as the medium.

"I would be unwilling to be killed by the princess I was escorting." Wihipel said with a smile, blood dripping from his body.

"You shouldn't use your soul against me."

"But this illusion is mine after all." Ye Mengjiad suddenly laughed with the corners of his mouth pulled.

In an instant, millions of soldiers and horses scattered across the battlefield like ink.

The world is white.

There are people wearing white masks or playing the piano or flute or singing and dancing.

"Si Yuqiu is here with the pheasant, and the wind of the scorpion is on the way."

The actors in white sang like marionettes on the stage.

Wisipel covered the wound on his chest, holding a silver gun, and walked among those men in white clothes who seemed to be insane.

Blood dripped down the tip of the gun onto the canvas-like white ground, blooming like plum blossoms.

"If you want to keep this trivial spirit, the sun will come and go, and it will be dusk."

The player's chants are mournful and mournful, and Vihipel releases a large flock of crows, black running through the pale.

Those men in white who looked like string puppets rushed towards Wisipel suddenly.

Like a white ghost.

Wihipel fired his gun without hesitation, fighting among the ghosts.

Red blood spilled on the ground like splashed ink.

Everything is like a drama, and there are still actors sitting on the sidelines like crazy, patting the red drums on their legs, and matching the clanging drumbeats for this fight.

"I ordered Xi and Mi Jiexi to look forward to Xi and not to force"

Hearing the player's chants, Wisipel suddenly frowned.

Xihe, the wife of Emperor Jun, walks in the sky against the sun.

The land of the sun, the land of the sunset.

The actor in the white mask beat the drum, and the sackcloth was plain.

The gods walking against the sun parked their chariots and looked at the sunset not far away.

I also wanted to stay in this place of God, but suddenly it was dusk.

Riding on a phoenix chariot and driving a jade qiu, I will return to the sky with the dust and wind.

The white player fell to the ground, and blood stained the white cloth.

Vihipel saw the androgynous face of Jormungandr at the end of the white.

And he held the boy who had taken off the mask in his arms, his forehead was a little scarlet.

"Evening is coming."

Yemengard said.

Suddenly, the world changed.

Everything disappeared, and everything became the battlefield of Juyongguan.

In Long Yingluo's arms is holding Zichen whose eyes are like ashes.

Wihipel clutched the wound on his chest and looked up at the sky.

All the light of the sky disappeared, and the sky and the earth became dark.

Daughter Peak, Fenrir held the knife in his arms and looked up at the sky swallowed by darkness, blue braids flying in the air.

His expression could not be said to be indifferent or expectant, and even a bit disgusted upon closer inspection.

In the land of Finbrane, Tang De and Weir arranged for wounded soldiers on the battlefield. After three months, nearly 50 people died in the Western Land, and the blood condensed layer after layer on the ice.

"Why did the sky suddenly darken?" Tang De raised his head.

The boundary between light and darkness clearly moves over the iceberg, passing over the bodies of hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died on the glacier, as if death began to harvest all souls at this moment.

The darkness shone across the bodies of Tang De and Weier, that kind of darkness was different from the darkness of night, just being in such darkness made people tremble.

The dragon scale-like clouds over the Northern Territory were split by darkness and light.

The light in the foggy city of Corinth also dimmed. Pedestrians walking on the wet streets looked up at the sky, feeling as if the light in the kerosene lamp suddenly went out.

The drunk on Queen's Road looked at the sky drunkenly, "Did I drink too much..."

The black tower that no one has entered for decades has fallen into complete darkness.

All the steam cars in the holy white city of Asgardri crowded the streets, and Arthur's soldiers in white uniforms rushed in the golden palace.The family members of the blue-blood nobles who hid in their mansions like vampires all day long were also invited out, but they could only frown and look at the darkened sky outside the window.

In Chang'an, the sun shines on the sundial carved on the stone in front of the Golden Luan Hall, and the magnificent palace is plunged into darkness in an instant. The imperial maid wearing a furnace red silk skirt looks back at the suddenly darkening sky in the palace way.

A few young eunuchs were clamoring uncomfortably, but Shen An spoke in a solemn voice.

Zhuque Street, Hu Yulou, Ci'en Temple, Xiangzi Temple.

All the people in One Hundred and Eight Square looked up at the sky that suddenly darkened.

All the astrologers at the Lingtai in the Imperial Suburb hurriedly carried their clothes and ran up the steps, the boundary between light and dark moved on the complicated and precise lacquered gold armillary sphere orbit.

The sky surveyor in the red official uniform stopped his vermilion pen and looked up at the sky, while hundreds of astrologers moved the golden counting chips.

"A vision from the sky, it's getting smaller today..."

In the underground palace, Guang Shouzi was dressed in sackcloth in front of the copper table, listening to the sound outside, rolled up his sleeves and pouted, "It's going to change the sky."

In an instant, the sky seemed to be torn apart.

In other words, someone set the sky on fire.

All day long, it's burning!

The gate of the kingdom of the dead has opened.

12

Fog is everywhere, and there is a faint fire burning in the fog.

Zichen felt that he was sinking continuously.

He saw a huge door slowly open in front of him.

"Are you back? My favorite son."

A sharp and hoarse voice came through the mist, Zichen turned his head and saw countless faces emerging from the huge tree trunk at the end of the mist.

There are human faces, ancient beast faces, and faces of some unidentifiable races.

...or in other words, that tree is made up of countless souls.

Where is this place?

he thought almost tremblingly.

"This is the kingdom of the dead, where you belong."

Those voices said, as if countless voices overlapped together.So chaos.

The translucent tree roots, like crystals mixed with impurities, pierced through the mist and wound upwards around the young man's body.

"Feast, it's really a chaotic struggling soul, painful and desperate."

The tree roots wrapped around the boy were like lights.

But it looks like countless struggling hands reaching out from hell.

"How can you not despair? Your fighting, your fighting, are all meaningless."

Those voices laughed grinningly, as if they could see through all Zichen's thoughts.

"You have worked so hard, why did you still lose everything?"

"Struggle, suffer."

Blood was everywhere, and he seemed to be walking on that battlefield endlessly, holding a sword, walking in the burning blood and gunpowder smoke.

Are you not our young master?Why, why didn't you save us.

Isn't the Huangxuan family our home?

Why...you haven't come home yet.

Come with us, dance together in the spring, wear white feather crowns, and drink wine together.

"what!!!"

The boy knelt on the ground, screaming in despair.

Those tree roots drilled out from the blood on the battlefield, wrapped around the boy's body, as if dragging him into hell.

"Return to me, my favorite son."

said the voices.

"Give us your pain, your despair. From now on, you will be turned into fire and mist again. You will return to the Golden Galleon Deep, where there is no despair, no struggle, no time, no nothing .Your soul will be at peace forever."

"Who are you……!"

Zichen asked tremblingly.

"I am order, the will of this world, and the true god. I am all and one. I am the end and the beginning."

"Then the one million people died, is that what you want to see?" Zichen gritted his teeth, his eyes were the battlefield of gunpowder smoke and bloody corpses.

"No, I need more! More death! More delicious feast!"

Those voices became crazy and chaotic, and faces emerged from the branches of the world tree.

"Pain! Chaos! Struggle! Sin!"

Those are what order desires...

Zichen covered his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Is this the order of the world..."

"Who told you that order should be good?"

Those voices suddenly became one, their voices became cold and lofty.

"We are order! We are above good and evil!"

Juyongguan.

"The formation is complete." Yemengard said, "and my father will return to this world."

"When he returns to the world, all the courtiers should offer his bones!"

He will return in blood and fire!

Zichen cried and struggled in her arms.

"It's okay, it will be over soon." She said softly.

She held Zichen's cold hand.

In the land of the dead filled with fire and mist, the body of the boy lying in the void was gradually entwined by those tree roots.

On the blood-burning battlefield, the boy knelt on the ground, as if he was about to be dragged into hell by the roots that entangled him.

"Give me your soul, and that will end all suffering."

"Your battle is pointless, you have nothing left."