Twilight War

Chpater56 Whale Song Millennium

Dripping water goes with the sea, and only fish go against the current.

01

— Do you like flames?

Burning, red flame.

Human beings have lived to this day because of flames, and they have held torches among beasts since ancient times.

And the burning of the silver of the great abyss ushered in another era, which belongs to the age of machinery and steam. In this era, human beings can even touch the sky.

Flame is light and hope.

But they are still afraid of the flame.

Like fearing death and destruction.

For a long time, she quietly watched the burning candles in the palace of Donghuang.

It was very cold in Donghuang's palace.

Reminiscent of the endless deep sea, cold and dead.

Only the mermaid candle shines brightly.

Feiyan flew over the imperial city year after year, and she looked at the candle lamp year after year.

She didn't know when, she finally remembered that boy.

Perhaps in the dim but slightly warm candlelight.

The first time she saw that boy, it was accompanied by burning flames.

In the world at that time, there were ancient beasts, gods, and humans.

And she was just an ancient beast as small as a flying insect.

May be swallowed at any time, may die at any time.

Like a caterpillar on a huge tree, she looks at this huge and dangerous world with her tiny eyes.

And that day she watched several ferocious ancient beasts fighting under the tree.

All ancient beasts must fight each other.

She has long been used to such things, and she huddled in the tree, afraid that she would be affected.

They are strong and she is weak.

They fought for a long time to live, but she was only living and dying after all.

"It's very noisy."

Suddenly someone said.

The young man waved his hand lightly in the wilderness, and flames erupted everywhere.The ancient beasts that were fighting ran away in all directions.

The first time she saw the boy, he was standing in a large area of ​​flames.

Her black hair was blown up by the wind, and all the stars in Asgard seemed to be in her eyes.

But she was stunned when she saw the surrounding flames, and fell under the tree.

She ran away in a hurry, she understood that the strength of the boy was stronger than those ferocious ancient beasts.

"Hey, you don't need to run." The boy suddenly squatted behind her, "You are very small...you won't disturb me."

"I just want to find a place to sleep in the atrium," said the boy.

So he leaned against the tree, and actually fell asleep peacefully amidst the surrounding flames.

"There is a fire here, and those ancient beasts who dare not come in, you can hide here." The boy suddenly raised one eye in the middle of his sleep and looked at her who was at a loss and frightened.

So she had no choice but to hide in the surrounding flames in fear, and sat tremblingly beside the sleeping boy.

There's a fire here, it's safe...

the boy said.

So in the days to come, when she saw a burning flame, she always felt that it should be very reassuring.

"I'm leaving." The boy said to her after waking up.

"There are many ancient beasts in the atrium. I wonder if I can see you next time." After saying that, he left.

She was just a flying insect that was supposed to live and die, but she suddenly wanted to live.

It is not necessary to have the long life that those ancient beasts desperately fought for, as long as they can live until the next time the boy comes over.

The wind blows and the rain beats, and wild beasts fight.

And she hides from the rain under the leaves, and walks in panic among the fighting beasts.

She was too young for no ancient beast to notice that she was alive, and no ancient beast would insist on killing her.

I don't know how long it has passed. At that time, there was no calendar in the world, and no one could distinguish the four seasons of spring and autumn.

All she knew was that the sun set and rose again.

Sometimes it is windy in the atrium, and sometimes it is raining in the atrium.

At that time, no one had defined a century and an instant.

So there is no difference between a hundred years and an instant.

And she waited until the boy came back next time.

This time the boy told her that his name was Loki.It is also an ancient beast, but he has been living among the gods in Asgard.

He told her that his brother created the human race.

Those human races live in the atrium.

He said a lot, but she didn't remember anything.

She's just a bug and shouldn't remember too many things.

But she felt that the boy liked those human races.

Later, the boy came there several times.

Every time the boy left, she would hold a leaf and wait on the tree.

She actually lived through a long time in the separation again and again.

Later, when the boy came back, he was wounded.

"It's Utgarde. The giant beast named Utgarde will come to the courtyard every winter, slaughtering the human race. I am also an ancient beast, and I may be able to defeat it. Therefore, in winter, I will also Turning into an ancient beast, I want to kill Utgarde."

"But maybe I'm too weak, I still can't kill it."

She shook her head, wanting to tell the boy that he was already very strong.

He can turn into flames with a wave of his hand, and he can also fight the most powerful behemoths.

When the boy came here once, he brought sunflower seeds.He said he got it from the Terran.

He planted sunflowers all over the wasteland.

"It's a pity that I don't know what I will look like after I become an ancient beast. It should be tall, but... it may be scary." The boy shook his head in the sunflower field.

"Aren't you... going back?" Her voice was jerky and awkward, and even she herself didn't know when she learned to speak.

"I have injuries on my body, my brother will be sad to see it." He looked down at her, his eyes were clean and gentle.

Later, the boy said that he met a girl named Hull and a gray wolf.

They call him father.

At that time, people had divided the year into four seasons.

And the boy would come over every spring, with injuries all over his body.

And she was sitting next to him, smelling the bloody smell on his body.

Surrounded by sunflowers that grow day by day.

Year after year, the boy failed to kill Utgarde.

The last time she saw the boy, the boy was injured more seriously than ever, his body was covered with blood.

He dripped a drop of blood on her forehead, "This is for you."

"They told me that my heart will become harder and harder. But now I still feel sad when I see ants falling into the water." The boy looked up at the sky, with half-dried blood dripping from his handsome neck. "So... live on."

He looked down at her.

The way the neck hangs is like a swan dropping its neck when it is dying.

"Did you kill Utgarde?" she asked.

"Not yet." The boy said, "But soon. I will kill it soon."

And with that drop of blood in her arms, she watched the boy leave.

She held onto the leaves and waited on the tree for a long time, but spring after spring passed, and the boy never came back.

Those ancient beasts said that he alone awakened millions of ancient beasts and frost giants, washed Asgard with blood, and killed the gods.

They say he was slain by the god-king Odin, and his soul was imprisoned in the kingdom of the dead.

But she is still waiting.

The leaves she supported withered one after another.

But this time, all the ancient beasts wanted to snatch from her the drop of blood that the boy gave her.

They said it was the immortal phoenix blood.

She desperately guarded that drop of blood.

In the end she had to get out of there.

There are too many ancient beasts coming to snatch that drop of blood.

She walked on the courtyard at that time with the blood given to her by the boy.

Take the body of a bug.

Later, she became Jormungandr.

She touched the illusion.

She got the gift of the world tree - reincarnation.

She became one of the most powerful ancient beasts in the world.

But she also understood everything.

So she sank in the endless deep sea.

She had a long dream in the deep sea.

There is a sleeping teenager in the dream.

There are large sunflowers in full bloom.

But no matter how long the dream is, it will eventually come to an end.

She left anyway.

She left the sunflower field.

The boy in the dream looked at her back.

—Are you leaving?

the boy asked.

——Yes, I am going to this world to ignite the flame you like.

He is no longer here.

His soul has already been turned into countless fragments.

Since you are no longer in this world, I will let you burn everything.

how about it?

……

Ye Mengjiade raised his head and looked at Zichen who was holding a golden scabbard in his hand.

Behind her is the battlefield burning in blood.

She seemed a little confused.

Then she suddenly pursed her lips.

"Are you going to stop me too?"

She chuckled and fell backward into the burning field.

However, the moment she was about to fall to the ground.

A drop of red blood illuminated her arms, and she bowed like a newborn baby.

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

In the strong wind, the burning is even better.

In the thousands of miles of flames, Ye Mengjiade turned into the legendary earthly python!

That huge ancient beast that can swallow all the sea water and swallow the entire courtyard.

And its body is still getting bigger.

Like a goldfish in water gradually turning into a kun.

It keeps growing.

The weak will eventually return as a strong one!

It raised its upper body in the endless flames, and its whining sound was like the song of a whale.

All the ancient beasts followed its whine.

Like a boat at night chasing a lighthouse.

Those moth-like herds swept across the burning battlefield.

Just like thousands of years ago, that young man awakened all the sleeping ancient beasts in the world, and bloodbathed Asgard above the atrium.

The boy's eyes are like the stars in the night.

what do you want

I didn't think about saving anything in the first place.

All you want is destruction!

The burning flames reflected on the silver scales of Jormungandr.

Gorgeous and magnificent like a delicate dream.

Just like the rose window in Isabel's illusion.

It lowered its huge head and looked at the blood-stained boy on Wanglongya.

Both wind and fire are burning.

Zichen threw away the scabbard in his hand, looked at Wisipel, "Your Highness, the jade talisman is with you."

Wisipel tore off the blood-stained jade talisman from his bosom, and put it in Zichen's hand.

"The Huangxuan family is gone, so why bother." He looked at the boy.

"The Huangxuan family still has me, Huangxuan Jin, here." The boy said.

The emperor is the great beauty of heaven and earth, and Xuan is the past of all generations.

With this body, he should abide by everything in the Huangxuan family.

Holding the jade talisman in his hand, he recited the oath of the Huangxuan family in the burning dusk.

"I use Huangxuan's bloodline as a pact to summon millions of souls back! Return to this battlefield and fight for my Huangxuan clan with weapons in my hands! I swear that I will return with my soul, and my family and country will last forever!"

The wind blows across the burning battlefield.

Zichen put down his hand holding the jade talisman, and he threw the jade talisman back to Wisipel.

"Sure enough, I still can't."

He chuckled and raised his head to look at the huge worldly python.

"Then I have no choice but to go and fight alone in the name of Young Master Huangxuan."

He will face the most ferocious ancient beast in the world with his own body.

He will swear to defend this deserted city in Mobei alone.

He will go to finish the unfinished battle of the Huangxuan family!

There will be no story about him in the future, because everyone is dead.

And he is the last pawn.

He looked into Jormungandr's scarlet eyes.

Just like in the sword of the Valkyrie back then, he looked into the eyes of the huge frost giant.

Red, like the setting sun, like blood.

He had been dragged into the most painful and desperate illusions by those red eyes.

But now he is going to enter the illusion again.

It's just... this time, he is the master of the illusion.

Dreams, like smoke, can be transformed into everything.

The boy stood on a high cliff, looking at Yermungandr with his huge head lowered.

The wind blows thousands of miles, and the blood burns.

02

The young man opened his eyes on the mat carried by everyone.

The witch drum was sounded, the red silk forging spread across Jinling 36th Street, and the Luan bell jingled as the boy stood up.

It is the wine search ceremony of the Huangxuan family.

Sacrifice and drink, and sing and enjoy.

Everything is like a grand carnival.

He stepped on the mat and looked at Jinling at night, drawing boats and wine flags.

Not here, there is nothing he wants here.

He jumped off the mats carried by the crowd and ran on the streets of Jinling.

The crowd behind him shouted to him.

"Young master! Where are you going?"

"Young master, the sacrifice is not over yet!"

He was wearing a scarlet cloud brocade robe embroidered with a divine phoenix bird.

Jump down the Qinhuai River in the moonlight.

The boy's body sank to the bottom of the river.

The people on the river bank called to him.

Just like the civil servants and generals in the past, they called Emperor Baiyu on the bank of the Qinhuai River.

The emperor should not, the prosperous place.

The bustle is gone, leaving only the endless blue like the deep sea.

And in the illusion that he was about to suffocate, he saw another boy with a snake-tailed body.

He came after him.

The silver snake tail is like a long silk in the water.

Don't go to sleep.

Fall asleep in the illusion, and you will fall into a real deep sleep.

A sleep like death.

He heard the boy talking to him.

He opened his eyes again, only to find that he had turned into a fish.

A silver fish.

He swam backwards in the rushing river.

At the end of the river, he jumped out of the lake, only to find that it looked like the imperial city of Chang'an.

He saw Princess Yingluo falling asleep looking at the candlelight.

The girl is wearing a brocade dress and a golden hairpin. In the dark palace, everything is decayed but noble.

Ting Liao burns quietly in the cloud brocade silk screen.

The girl looked at him, and everything burned in flames.

Gorgeous palace, mist-like brocade curtain.

Ze withered and died.

The Buddhist scriptures are vast, and some people are chanting the Medicine King Sutra.

He woke up to find himself chanting scriptures in the Daxiong Hall among countless monks.

It used to be Mochen Temple.

He stood up among the monks in sea-blue robes.

He seemed to be struggling through illusions one after another.

He even forgot what exactly he was looking for.

Do everything possible to walk through all illusions.

The chanting monks looked up at him.

The compassionate and majestic Buddha III held flowers and smiled.

The monk in the jade-colored cassock on the lion seat also looked at him.

And the boy leaned back.

He fell into the endless sea of ​​clouds behind the mountain of Weichen Temple.

And just when he thought he was going to die, the cloud in the sea of ​​clouds turned into a huge whale.

Sea whales swam around him, and he floated in the sea of ​​clouds.

Like sinking into the sea.

— What are you looking for.

- What do you want to get.

I'm going to get my sword.

the boy said.

He opened his eyes, and countless swords plunged into the water.

And he turned into a fish, swimming in the sword wiping pool.

He saw the gate of the Sword Tomb open.

But back then, he walked into the sword testing pool.

Ignorant and young.

He took off his shoes and stepped in the water, he didn't want anything.

Those swords are well inserted there, what do you do when you pull them out?He followed the silver fish to the depths of the sword-testing pool.

It is like the deep sea.

You shall take up your sword.

Because there is still a battle waiting for you to fight.

He said to his former self.

In that battle, you will fight alone, but you have to defend the huge Donghuang.

You will face the most powerful ancient beast with a mortal body!

So, how can you not pick up your sword.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

But he is no longer in Jianzhong.

It is the bright hall of the Huangxuan family.

He was dressed in scarlet brocade clothes and stood in the bright hall where the clouds and gauze were fluttering.

The Patriarch of the Huangxuan Family can only enter the Sword Tomb twice in his life.

Once born, once dead.

The ghosts will return to the sword grave with their swords and dead bones.

But now he has already entered the Sword Tomb once.

That time, he didn't draw|draw his sword.

Then he will enter the Sword Tomb in the state of death!

He cut a wound on the palm of his hand with Chengying.

Blood flowed on the ground of Mingtang.

The soul lives, ghosts and gods weep.

He fell backwards in the hall

He saw the gate of the Sword Tomb open before him.

In your dreams, you are your own sovereign.

All doors are open for you.

He walked into the sword mound, the blood on the palm of his hand soaked into the water, like red silk in the water.

The mist and gauze in the bright hall brushed over his body.

The two illusions are constantly alternating.

Everything is vague and unreal.

He looked at the sword in the sword test pool.

— can I do it?Can I?

He stretched his hand upwards in the dark wing of the Mochen Temple.

can i really?

I have done too much wrong.

"Pick up the sword." He heard a woman beside him say, "Your sister is protecting you, and the Huangxuan family is also protecting you."

In the bright hall, the woman in red is holding the sleeping boy in her arms.

The teacher of Wu Xian a hundred years ago smiled and looked at the crowd of souls.

—Take up your sword, we will protect you.

The blood-stained boy held the sword in the sword mound.

That sword once belonged to Huangxuan Jiuyin, named Candle Dragon.

That man who also flowed with Chi You's mad blood used to slaughter millions of households in Mobei with this sword in order to guard Donghuang.

But now, he will take this sword again to defend Donghuang's Mobei.

The sky and the earth changed in an instant, and the sky above the Sword Tomb turned into a burning dusk.

Zichen held his sword in his hand.

The illusion is over, and he has returned to the battlefield of Juyongguan.

The boy opened his eyes.

Suddenly there was the hissing of soldiers and horses in the distance.

At the end of the sky, the battle flag of the Huangxuan family is raised again!Worn black flags were raised one after another, and the blood-stained double-sword emblem returned from the other side of the earth again!

My young man, when you draw your sword, millions of soldiers will come back for you!

Soul of the Huangxuan family, go and fight this unfinished battle for my Huangxuan family.

This is our battlefield.

Severed heads, pick up your heads.

The flesh and blood are ferocious, so use flesh and blood as armor!

Zichen turned his head and watched the return of millions of ghost soldiers.

He saw the woman in red sitting on the beam of the chariot, it was the woman who told him not to be afraid in the hall.

Once there was a grand battle here.

Half the rivers and lakes rushed to this battle.

But now, millions of souls have returned from Quantai for the final battle of the Huangxuan family.

The boy smiled and turned around to look at the huge ancient beast Yermungandr.

He picked up the sword and charged towards Yemengard in the burning dusk.