Twilight War

13

meaning?

Why on earth did he fight in this battlefield for so long.

Zichen knelt on the bloody battlefield, stretching his hands upwards.

Just like in the temple back then, he was kept in a dark room to wash away the blood of Chi You in his body.A ray of light came through the roof, moths fluttered against the light, and he stretched his hand upward in the darkness.

He couldn't save anything.

Everything he did meant nothing.

If it doesn't make any sense...

Then why live?

It's such a pain to live.

Day after day of sinking, day after day of struggle.

It doesn't make any sense.

Those chaotic and complicated voices follow like ghosts and ghosts.

"Struggle, mess, everything you do...is meaningless!"

Zichen knew that everything was an illusion.

The blood is fake, the corpse is fake.

But no matter where he walked, he felt that he was bound by the net.

Why blood, why war?

"why?"

He remembered that he had asked his father.

Why are those barbarians from the North coming to kill us?

Many people died.

Not only us, those barbarians also died a lot.

Why are they still coming?

At that time, his father pointed to the north, and the man squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was trying to see the distance clearly, and he kept seeing the wasteland in Mobei.

"After passing the Great Wall, there is the Mobei Grassland. The grass in Mobei is different from the rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River. In a famine year, there will be thousands of miles of dry grass, and it will not be able to feed sheep, let alone people."

"Further to the south is the land of the Han people. People in Mobei probably don't know what the Han people are, but they know that if they go south, they may be able to survive."

"So, they risked their lives and headed south."

For the barbarians in Mobei, their attack is their epic.

Their plunder is their feat, and it is they who took up arms in the year of barren grass!

If the sky doesn't kill them, they will find a way out by themselves.

"Then why are we still fighting them?" he asked at that time.

"It has been like this for thousands of years, does it make sense? Does it make sense to kill so many people and die so many people?"

For thousands of years, countless people died in Mobei, just to defend a city made of bricks and stones. Is it meaningful?

"Because if we don't beat them, we will die." Huang Xuanzhou said: "In the north of the Great Wall, they just want to live. But after crossing the Great Wall, they want more. , They become wild beasts, everything They are all plunder."

"So, we can only defend Donghuang with flesh and blood."

Those roots still cling to him.

Fire and fog hung around him.

"Back to me, everything about you—it means nothing."

Light and shadow-like roots wrapped around the boy's neck.

Tighten up little by little, round and round.

"Does it make sense?"

Amidst the fire and fog, the boy suddenly opened his eyes.

"I didn't live for that kind of illusory thing."

He strangled those light and shadowy roots.

14

The earth, mountains and rivers are shaking, and the sky seems to be burning.

That is the plague of the last days.

The coldest and cruelest thing in this world is order.Destroy all and show no mercy to all.

Thousands of years ago, this land was full of ancient beasts.

But when dusk came, a great disaster devoured the ancient beasts on the ground. Their blood flowed into the soil, and after thousands of years, they were collected by the human race in the world, and then burned.

Long Yingluo hugged the boy in her arms.

She is waiting.

Waiting for her father to return from the land of the dead.

Waiting for her father to be reborn in the boy's body.

"What are you laughing at?" She looked at Vehipel, who had already been seriously injured and collapsed at the foot of Wanglong Cliff.

The man's silver hair was wet with blood and stained with weeds.

He held the wound on his chest and propped up his upper body.

"I'm laughing at you. For the warmth of thousands of years ago, I deceived myself and others, and pursued it so far." He smiled with the corner of his mouth, "It's really pitiful."

"What about you, aren't you pitiful?" Long Yingluo looked down at Vesper, seemingly in awe, "The person you like chose to marry someone else, but you can only chase after the wedding." Take by force."

"You imprisoned him, and you dared not let him leave you. You have done so much, but he insisted on escaping from you. Why are you doing this?"

"Aren't you deceiving yourself? Are you still unwilling to let go of this? "

"He hasn't said it himself, how dare I let go." The man leaned sideways on the grass, trying his best to make his wound less uncomfortable. He frowned, as if he was enduring great pain.

"What do you mean?" Long Yingluo looked at him with some confusion.

"If he comes up to me and tells me that he likes someone else. Then... I will never force him again."

The man's eyes looked at the sky above Juyongguan, and the burning sky was reflected in his cold blue eyes.

"I will attend his wedding, give him a grand gift, I will raise a glass of wine for him, and I will look at him, dressed in wedding clothes with the one he loves. I will still protect him for the rest of his life... as long as This time, however, it will be a little farther away."

"But he never said, then how dare I let go."

His heart seemed as hard as an ice stone, but in fact, it would be shattered as long as the boy knocked it twice casually.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Long Yingluo said: "When this sacrifice is over, your boy will never be around again. You can enjoy him exclusively in your memories."

She looked up at the blazing canopy streaming down a great light.

The wind blows the girl's skirt.

"Isn't it over yet?" She frowned, "It shouldn't be, dusk... is about to end."

But the boy in her arms was still asleep, without any sign of waking up.

"Jermengard, no one knows better than you that Loki's soul is not in the kingdom of the dead at all." Vihipel stood up holding the spear while enduring the great pain, and blood flowed through his tightly closed right eye.

"What are you talking about! My father, he was imprisoned in the kingdom of the dead by those pretentious gods! I want to rescue him! I want to take him out of there!"

Long Yingluo looked at Vehipel, her gaze almost tore Vehipel apart.

"Phoenix blood, you didn't get it from Loki's corpse at all, did you?" Wihipel pulled the corner of his mouth, as if laughing.

"Loki gave it to you," he said. "Before that first battle at dusk, he gave you the blood of the phoenix... the blood of the immortal phoenix. He fought with a mortal body, that way How could he still have a complete soul."

"The Gun of Destiny, Gungnir." Vehipel looked up at Long Yingluo, opened his bloody right eye, which was redder than blood, "He died in such a state of destruction. Down."

"The soul turned into almost nothingness fragments, that is the ending he left for himself."

Long Yingluo's body was trembling, as if she was suppressing great anger...and sorrow.

"You've always understood, didn't you? But you have deceived yourself to this point." Wihipel held the silver gun backwards, and blood dripped down the tip of the gun.

"So, for thousands of years, you have been sleeping in the endless deep sea. Because you know that Loki gave you the phoenix blood. You just kept running away."

"But why did you come back after this millennium?"

"what!!!"

Long Yingluo's body was gradually covered by black charcoal, uneven, like molten iron poured from her body, and then condensed.

Her hands turned into claws.

"What do you know? You don't know anything!" Long Yingluo's eyes turned into snake-like shapes, and in the dark golden eyes there were countless streaks of red emanating from the slender pupils.

"He won't die, he's... Loki."

The girl's voice was very soft, floating in the smoke like the wind.

Long Yingluo's bare/bare ankles gradually turned into beasts, and she walked towards Vesper step by step.

The girl in the brocade clothes bowed her back, like a beast that just learned to walk upright.

The black hair that Jinzanbu waggled had already fallen down, making him look like a lunatic.

Vehipel's silver gun pierced her chest, and she stared blankly at the silver gun on her chest, holding the silver gun shaft with her bestial hand.

She suddenly pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed.

"Phoenix blood is here with me, I am already immortal."

That boy gave her Phoenix blood...

15

"I am a human being, I was born as a human being, so I should fight as a human being."

In the endless mist, the boy said.

Even if as far as order is concerned, human beings are just herded cattle and sheep, so what.

Even if all of them will eventually be swallowed by the World Tree, so what.

Even if he tried everything, it was meaningless.

He tore away the roots that clung to him.

He didn't live for the pursuit of meaning.

Is there any meaning to the falling of leaves, and is there any meaning to the millennium migration of whitebaits?Is it meaningful to travel thousands of miles to watch the sunrise after a polar night, and is it meaningful for everyone to drink, sing and dance at the Jiuxun Festival?

Is the cycle of the sun and the moon meaningful?

Spring is prosperous and autumn is dry, is it meaningful that the grass grows and the warblers fly?

Those are meaningless, but those are the ones that make up his life and the whole world.

"If we live to find meaning, why are we born knowing nothing?"

At any rate, our parents should have asked us if we were willing to come to this world, and if there is something to pursue.

But no, our birth has nothing to do with ourselves.

We were just thrown into this world.

Not for the pursuit of anything.

Just like that boy, he was just forced by fate to one road after another, and then he was forced to move forward.

Asgard, Kings' Feast, Blood Sand Rebellion, Chang'an, Juyongguan.

Does life make sense?

Does life make sense?

So...is there any point in dying?

He just wanted to live, he just had to pick up the sword, had to fight.

"I have nothing to destroy. From the beginning, I have no meaning to seek."

the boy said.

I have no way to turn back, and no way not to move forward.

Order is neither good nor evil.

But there is no good or evil in his battles.

He never fought for those illusory things.

It's just a position.

He is human, and he fights for human beings.

He is Jiangnan Huangxuan, so he will pick up the sword of the Huangxuan family.

This is his way.

The roots that clung to him were taken away from him.

In the mist, the faces that appeared on the tree trunks seemed to be smiling.

"Let's go back."

Those chaotic voices seemed to say joyfully.

"Back to that world, as my favorite heir!"

said the voices.

Zichen stepped on the ground, or rather... in the mist.

He watched the huge, borderless door open in front of him.

"Get out of here and start your crusade."

"I once gave you immortality and destruction. Now that you have lost the blood of immortality, then go as destruction!"

"One day, dusk will come because of you, and then... will be the grandest dinner party!"

Those voices are ecstatic, they are order, and they are supposed to be emotionless.

But they want to devour their favorite son, but they still love him.

Light and shadow-like tree roots wrap around the huge stone gate.

It's like parents opened the door for their children who are about to travel far away, and then watched him go away.

16

The girl held the silver gun inserted into her heart, whining under the huge dusk.

Those ancient beasts are born to only know how to kill, but they will also surrender under the great majesty, which is the instinctive fear and obedience to danger.

And Long Yingluo is the most powerful existence on this land.

Her voice is like the song of a whale in the sea.

The undead ancient beasts in the north came with her wailing.

They step on burning blood.

They will cross the Great Wall and reach the territory of Donghuang.

After Juyongguan, there is the Guanzhong Plain, and Donghuang has no danger to defend.

From here, it looks like those herds of beasts are a disaster of locusts. Wihipel knows that when those herds of migrating locusts enter Donghuang, all that will be left behind are dead bones and hideous flesh and blood.

Long Yingluo pulled out the silver spear from her chest little by little.

The girl bowed her head.

"Do you like fire?" she said softly.

"Soon, the blood of ancient beasts and humans will flow throughout Donghuang. And I, I will turn into a real ancient god, and those human races will also turn into ancient beasts when they hear my wailing, and they will bite their own blood. Kindred, they will bring more death."

"At that time, the entire Donghuang will be on fire."

Poor scorched earth, lives in misery.

But what's wrong with that?

Long Yingluo raised her sharp claws towards Vesper, and she had turned into a ferocious beast.

The phoenix blood on the forehead slowly emerged.The red is like cinnabar dripping.

The immortal blood of the phoenix.

That was the favor that the World Tree gave to Loki, but the boy gave her the Phoenix blood, and then went to the battlefield at dusk with a dead body.

……Why.

why? !

Long Yingluo's consciousness gradually blurred, as if only killing was left in her mind.

She rushed towards Vehipel.

Since this world, he no longer exists.

Then what is this world left for?

Vehipel's right arm was almost torn by her, and he could barely hold the gun, blocking the attack of the confused girl.

But Long Yingluo is still pressing on every step of the way.

It was he who exposed her self-deception.

It was he who tore apart the dream that she had fabricated for thousands of years.

In that dream, the boy was sleeping under a tree with gentle eyes.

So she hated Vehipel with all her might.

Her sharp claws pierced Vehipel's chest!

However, at the next moment, a piece of golden scabbard suddenly blocked her sharp claws, and the tip of her sharp claws was only an inch away from Vichypel's chest, as if she could pull out Vichypel's heart in the next moment.

The girl roared angrily, looking at Zichen who woke up at some point.

Zichen held the scabbard of the Que Xie sword in his hand.

The sword was broken a long time ago, but the scabbard is still there...

"The Huangxuan family still has a battle to finish, I'll finish it when I come back."

the boy said.

Like coming back to pick up something he left behind.

Under the burning sky, the boy was dressed in black and red silk, his body was covered with blood.

Holding the scabbard in his hand, he stood on a high cliff.

Scarlet blood flowed from under his eyes.

He was born to fight for people.

He was born as Huang Xuan.

In this life, I will follow the way of the Huangxuan family.

Use this body to defend the righteousness of the Huangxuan family.

"If you treat human beings as cattle and sheep, then you have to accept that one day, the animals in the pen will pick up the knife and rush to the shepherd." The young man said in the dusk.

"Because, we know that there is still a large area of ​​grassland in this world, waiting for us to gallop."