Twilight War

Chapter 177 Carnival Row

Chapter 67 Utopia

Drinking the heavenly wine of longevity, often planting flowers in immortal caves.

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The barbaric time thousands of years ago.

Below Asgard, above the Atrium.

The continuous breath flows between the heaven and the earth.

A huge ancient beast named Utgarde walks in the flowing energy veins.

Wherever Utgarde walked, humans died in great panic.

He indifferently kills all living things.

The blood in the dust pooled into his body like flowing through the trees.

At the behemoth's heart lies an old wound, torn countless times.

All the blood tangled in his heart.

What is entwined there is the fruit that the gods spoke of.

A golden apple entwined with countless ferocious blood vessels.

The gods in the temple of Asgard closed their eyes, dignified and holy.

Like statues carved on the wall.

The huge ancient beast fell to the ground, and the mist raised was like a cloud.

Utgarde's heart was broken again, and the golden apple was covered with curse marks written in Ruen script.

Hot blood flowed down.

Red flowed down the left side of Wisipel's face, and he reached out and touched the red on his face with his fingers.

The pictures of those ancient times thousands of years ago kept reappearing in Wisipel's mind.He closed his eyes, trying to erase those images.

Vichypel looked down at the red marks on his fingertips.

The paint on the mask melted at some point, and flowed down Wischpel's left cheek.

Huang Xuanjin in front of him looked at him with a golden apple, as if he didn't understand what was wrong with him.

There are precise curse marks all over the apple.

The behemoths that fell in the wilderness continued to flash before Wisipel's eyes, and the blood of dead humans flowed everywhere.

At that time, his silver hair was blown by the wind of the world, and he looked up at the ferocious ancient beast named Utgarde.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Huang Xuanjin asked a little uneasy.

Wischpel shook his head, covered the mask with melted paint with his fingers, and smeared the patterns on the mask with his fingertips.

He looked at the people in the audience from the mask, and the faces of those people became blurred and turned into groups of shadows in a trance.

He lowered his hand, wanting to take the apple in Huangxuan Jin's hand.

Tumi's red fingertips touched the apple with intricate patterns.

The red paint bleeds into the complicated patterns, but just when Wihipel was about to take the apple, his heart throbbed suddenly.

The huge ancient beast knelt down to the sky and screamed in pain, his heart was full of flesh and blood.

Golden apples rolled down the stage.

Under the stage, Mr. Rabbit, who was wearing a costume, lowered his head to the pocket watch in his hand.

The black iron carved hands moved slowly.

The pointer points to the Roman numeral twelve.

The man wearing the rabbit mask suddenly closed the silver watch cover engraved with the complicated world tree pattern.

He closed his eyes and whispered, "Amen."

Little Jasmine picked up the apples on the ground.

In an instant, flames burst into the streets of the black market, and the huge flower racks in the caravan began to burn, and the carnival caravan was like a huge fire snake.

Except for the gangster's convoy, every corner of the Black Market Ninth Street began to burn without warning.

It was like the fire they had seen 30 years ago in Vehipel's Soul Domain.

The flames hit suddenly, and everyone ran away in panic.

Huang Xuanjin looked around in confusion.

Gunshots rang out in the flames, and Wisipel immediately pulled Huang Xuanjin's wrist, and the golden apple rolled to the ground.

Huang Xuanjin pulled out his wrist and jumped off the high platform, picked up Little Jasmine who was so stunned that she even forgot to cry, and rolled into the scene room next to her.

The glass in the view room shattered in the sound of gunshots.

Countless people died before they could react.

Someone looked at the fallen corpse and still thought it was a carnival show, but when the blood soaked his feet, he suddenly started screaming.

Wischpel pulled out a silver flintlock from his laurel costume and shot back neatly, then dodged and hid in the scene room.

He stood by Huangxuan Jin's side, ejected the magazine and quickly replaced it with new bullets.

"Damn it, I just said there is a problem here." Huangxuan Jin looked outside the Jingwu, "Those people are bone eaters, and this matter was definitely premeditated. The planner of this carnival is the leader of the bone eaters, the shark tail."

"You think Sharktail did these things?" Wihipel said.

Huang Xuanjin nodded, "Apart from him, who else can command so many bone eaters? He is the master of the black market Ninth Street."

He listened to the gunshots outside the house, and while comforting Little Jasmine in his arms, he pushed the bullets into the magazine.

Wihipel shook his head, "He doesn't seem like someone who can do such a thing. He won't push the entire black market Nine Streets into hell just for his own eternal life."

"Have you seen him?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

Wischpel nodded, "I've seen it twice."

"Will the high-ranking governor of the Arthur Empire also make deals with the masters of the black market Ninth Street?" Huang Xuanjin said with the corner of his mouth raised: "I have never seen a gangster like me hanging around in the black market Ninth Street all day long." What about the emperor in the dark."

He loaded the gun with the magazine. "I parked the car in the machinery warehouse on Third Street. You know how it got there."

Vichypel nodded.

"That's good. Although people like me are supposed to go to hell, I don't want to be with them." Huang Xuanjin held Little Jasmine in one hand, and held the gun in the other hand to pull the safety off, " Let's go, kill him first and get out."

He turned to look at Wischpel and said, "You take the lead."

Wisper nodded, and stood in front of Huangxuan Jin and Little Jasmine.

"Staying with you is really boring." Huang Xuanjin said suddenly.

Wisipel frowned, not quite understanding what Huangxuan Jin meant, but vaguely felt that he had been rejected, but he still didn't look back, frowning, and shot the bone eater in front of him neatly.

Huangxuan Jin followed behind him, kicking the corpses beside him, they were all dead, and there was another one who kept kicking, but it probably couldn't be saved.He drew the gun from the body for a spare.

"If the belly cut snake and the others would definitely clamor that I am the boss and let me take the lead, and then push me to the front regardless of anything." Huangxuan Jin lowered his head and said, "For you, every time you bully you, you will get angry. Act as if that’s what you’re supposed to do.”

It seemed that he was supposed to be in the front, as if everything should be carried by him.

And all the best are reserved for his teenagers.

Visipel was stunned for a moment. A bone eater behind the wall aimed his gun at this place. Huangxuan Jin raised his hand and killed the bone eater directly, "Hey, don't be dumbfounded at this time."

But I heard Vichypel say: "The queen is also very dangerous."

Huang Xuanjin: "Okay."

The terrain of the Black Market Ninth Street is complicated. A few decades ago, it was originally a steam machinery factory secretly built by dozens of Western Land businessmen.At that time, steam machinery technology was considered to be a forbidden | fruit thrown by the devil to human beings.

But steam mechanical technology is like a huge door cast by hellhounds painted with flowing silver blood, and no one can resist opening that door.

Thus, in ten years, metal behemoths grew on this hidden land that had been abandoned for thousands of years.

In the glorious sunset, the huge metal skeleton standing between the sky and the earth is like the ancient beast Utgard that walked the world thousands of years ago.

Later, after the leakage of Arthur and Varner's mechanical plan, steam mechanical technology became a tool of the state. This time, it was called-a gift from the gods.

Steam machinery technology was brought back to the country, so this place gradually fell into disrepair.

However, it didn't die.

Countless refugees who lived next to the warm pipes under the factory stepped onto the ground.

So this place became the Ninth Street of the Black Market.

Huangxuanjin hid behind the metal lifting platform painted with inferior paint and changed magazines.

He listened to the endless gunshots around him, and stroked the worn copper bullet casings.

Most of the original factory metal fixtures and skeletons are unusable and in disrepair.

Dilapidated but not sparse.

It seems that someone picked up an aluminum can that others threw away, cut it open, painted it with paint, and used it as their own toothbrush holder every day.

Huangxuan Jin touched the hot gun barrel and raised his head in the black market Nine Streets.

The entire black market Ninth Street is that huge aluminum can that was thrown away, and they are all alive in this stacked and twisted aluminum can.

And now, someone is going to destroy all of this.

Someone is going to kill everyone who comes to this carnival.

But in fact, think about it.

They are just a group of ants living in this aluminum can, build a nest in the aluminum can and transport food, and then regard this place as their habitat.

And it's not impossible for someone to suddenly throw away the entire aluminum can.

"Are you scared?" He lowered his head while chewing the tobacco leaf in his mouth and asked Little Jasmine lying on his lap.

Little Jasmine shook her head.

Huang Xuanjin frowned, "You're still not afraid now, are you stupid?"

little Jasmine:"……"

"The warehouse is in front." Huangxuanjin said to Vichypel, "But why are there so many bone eaters around?"

"They seemed to be looking for something," Wihipel said.

Huang Xuanjin suddenly heard a sound behind him, and he immediately turned around holding the gun.

They are refugees from the black market Nine Streets.

He lowered the gun but kept his index finger on the trigger.

"There are a lot of cars parked in the warehouse, but there are a lot of bone eaters outside. How about it, do you want to kill them together?" he said.

"We are going to kill them, but you are the ones we are going to kill." The man in the head has a tattoo of a dragon on his neck, but only half of it is tattooed. So, because the whole tattoo looks kind of scribbled and weird.

"Are you halfway through the tattoo and want to eat?" Huang Xuanjin frowned and pointed the gun at the man's neck.

"No." The man said, "Compared to this, don't you want to know why we killed you?"

"I really want to know." Huang Xuanjin said, "Compared with those bone eaters, after all, we are more like a group, aren't we?"

"Whoever breaks off the golden branch will have eternal life." The man said, "You shouldn't touch that apple. That apple is the key to the immortal count's eternal life, and it is the golden branch in this carnival."

"At twelve o'clock, whoever holds the apple in his hand is the king of the forest, and whoever kills him will replace him as king of the forest. When dusk falls and the carnival ends, the last king of the forest will be immortal. "

"It seems that we accidentally participated in a game, but we don't even know the rules." Huangxuan Jin turned his head and said to Wisipel with a smile.

Then he raised his hand and shot neatly at those people.

Immediately after the gunshot, he took Little Jasmine and hid in the pile of iron barrels next to her.

The silver of the great abyss in those iron buckets has long since evaporated, and most of them are only left to the bottom, and the piles of iron buckets tumbled down.

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the empty factory ruins.

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