Twilight War

02

Huang Xuanjin looked at the refugees from the gaps in the stacked iron barrels with a gun in his hand.

"Don't worry about that big brother?" Little Jasmine asked with some doubts.

"Which one?"

"That good-looking brother." Little Jasmine said.

"No, he won't die." Huang Xuanjin gritted his teeth and said.

The bone eaters guarding outside the warehouse still haven't noticed this place, after all, gunshots and deaths are very common in today's black market Ninth Street.

Wihipel still stood in place, confronting those refugees.

"Aren't you hiding?" the man with half the tattoo asked.

"I was the one who broke off the golden branch, so naturally I won't hide." Wihipel said, he glanced down at the magazine in his hand, and there were no bullets in it.

"Maybe it's you, maybe it's the little girl. But you're all going to die anyway."

Surrounded by the dried-up abyss of silver, those silvery fuels volatilized, leaving silvery yellowish traces on the tank.Huangxuanjin frowned, he could vaguely smell something very familiar in the rich aura of silver from the abyss.

He frowned, and his breath began to become rapid.

He thought of that battlefield again, the blood-burning battlefield.

Ferocious ancient beasts walked in the blood, and the corpses of Huangxuan's soldiers and frontier soldiers were everywhere.

He smelled it again.

The breath that oppressed him every night.

"Little Jin, what's wrong with you?" The girl put her hand on Huangxuan Jin's heart, and the beating there was shocking.

Huang Xuanjin shook his head, leaning sideways on the stacked tanks.

It's all over... everything is long gone.

"They are leaving you to die alone, do you still want to stand in here?" the man asked.

Wischpel didn't speak, just stared at the man closely, as if he was supposed to be the one standing in front of everything.

He closed his eyes and let out the crows. Those crows were like sharp blades, cutting up everything that passed by. Those tanks were cut into pieces one by one, and the remaining silver of the abyss in the bucket spewed out.

However, when the crows touched the refugees, they shattered in an instant, and their black feathers fell to the ground.

Vehipel immediately opened his eyes.

Here... there are other gods or ancient gods.

His soul domain was suppressed.

Those crows were originally his split souls, and when those crows were fragmented, all the pain was borne by him.He gritted his teeth to endure the almost tearing pain.

He raised his head and released the black crows again, trying to break through all the suppression.

This time the crows were not broken, but they seemed to have rushed into the infinite nothingness.

Void everywhere, desolate light and shadow.

Too much light, like darkness, makes it impossible to see anything.

The light and shadow dissipated, and his eyes seemed to be stung to the point of tears.

He saw the young man standing there in the desolate light and shadow.

However, in an instant, everything dissipated again, and the void was full of hypocritical masks.

He raised his hand to touch one of the masks painted with Asgardian stars, but the next moment the mask was broken in his hands.

"One day, I will become the God King of Asgard. At that time, I will be the justice of this world. I will rule over everything and bestow favor on everything."

At that time, the god-king of Asgard was still Buli, and as the heir of Buli, he would also become the god-king one day.

He said it with the conviction of a kid bragging about everything he had, and he really believed it then.

And the boy who was separated from him by an iron fence just looked at him with a smile, "Really, that's great."

He sat by the iron bars and handed the food to the young man in the cage. He made it himself, but some of them were not very good. He picked out the beautiful ones and handed them over.

"What about you, do you have anything you want?" He asked the boy, if the boy wants anything, he can bring it next time.

"Do you want it?" There was a faint shadow under the boy's eyes, which looked a little gloomy under the light. He looked at the illuminated stairs, all the way to the top where the light couldn't reach, "I just want to get out of here."

"No!" The silver-haired boy said suddenly, pulling back the food in his hand.

The boy withdrew his hand holding the food, as if he wasn't too disappointed, he just hugged his knees back, still looked at the stairs and said, "En."

He threw the food back into the silver box, frowned and continued to pick the food, but he was thinking how could that boy want to leave.

He is an ancient beast, and the ancient beast was born only knowing how to kill. If the gods hadn't beheaded a large number of ancient beasts in this world thousands of years ago, I am afraid that the world would still be full of killing and blood.

Ancient beasts are inherently barbaric and inferior.

It is a gift from the gods that the young man can live in the cage under the temple of the gods. How could he think about leaving?He should have been imprisoned here.

And who else would treat this boy like a friend but him.

Only him.

"Do you want sunflowers, I'll bring them to you next time." Odin seemed to feel that his attitude just now was too bad, so he said in a light tone.He relaxed his body and leaned against the iron railing, as if this way he could get closer to the boy.

Regarding the preferences imposed on him by Odin, the boy didn't say anything but chuckled lightly.

Everything he offered was always strong and irresistible.

He was still looking at the bright stairs, without sunlight, the sunflower would not be able to live here after all.

"You eat this." Odin picked out another piece of food with a beautiful color and handed it to the boy through the iron bars. His tone seemed to allow the boy to refuse at all.

The boy took the food.

Taking advantage of the gap between the boy's approach, Odin stared at the boy's lowered eyes. The boy's eyes seemed to contain the stars of Asgard, but he had never seen the stars of Asgard.

He didn't understand his own mood, obviously he could order the boy to do everything, but now he was stealing the light from the boy's downcast eyes like stealing.

... How could he even think about leaving? He deserved to be imprisoned here.

Who else would be so kind to him but him.

At that time, he thought that only his young man was trapped in that prison, but later he realized that there were two people trapped in that prison.

The shattered mask in the void turned into powder, and Vehipel looked down at his red fingertips.

There was a burst of gunshots in my ears, and all the masks and nothingness disappeared in an instant.

Huang Xuanjin pulled his collar while shooting, "Are you fucking courting death?"

"It's dangerous here." Wihipel said to the teenager beside him.He didn't want to tell the boy too much about the things about the former gods and ancient beasts, so he could only summarize everything with one sentence that was dangerous.

The bullets on the opposite side were almost used up, and they put down their guns one after another, and then picked up the heavy copper pipe from the gray concrete floor.

The clang of copper pipes echoed in the empty factory.

Huang Xuanjin also put down his gun, and slowly drew out the ancient sword beside him, with the horizontal sword in front of his eyebrows.

His eyebrows and eyes are sharp, like peach petals that can cut people.

It had been a long time since he had held the sword.

For a long time, he seemed to have gotten used to Xilu's flintlock, and even somewhat forgot his previous sword moves.

He remembered that when he picked up the sword, Isabel asked him, "Are you going to pick up this sword and kill everything you hate?"

At that time he thought, "Maybe I will use this sword to kill myself, maybe."

And now he held his sword again in his hand.I don't know who gave the order, the men on the opposite side rushed towards here suddenly, like a wild beast chasing an antelope.

Huang Xuanjin directly held the sword in his backhand, and at the moment when the heavy copper pipe was about to fall on him, he wiped the sword along the copper pipe and went up to grab the opponent's throat.

Even though he hadn't touched his sword for so long, he still remembered how to kill someone.

The long sword pierced another person's wrist with his backhand. The young man picked up the scabbard at his waist, and chopped the scabbard towards the elbow of a person behind him, but the other party suddenly grabbed the scabbard.

"It can't be seen that Master Jin has practiced a little bit." Said the man with the half tattooed body.

Huang Xuanjin twitched the corner of his mouth, not knowing whether he felt irony or what, he kicked the opponent's knee directly, and then pulled out the scabbard from the man's hand with a lot of strength.

Before the other party could react, he raised his leg and swiped at the other party's neck. The other party subconsciously retracted his neck, but he directly withdrew the strength of his legs that had been swept over, slammed down hard, and then stepped back on the other party's chest.

"Call again next time."

Huangxuanjin smiled, put the sword back into its sheath, and took advantage of the wounded opponent, pulling Visipel and ran away. He directly stepped on the stacked iron buckets with the help of his long legs, and picked up from behind the stacked iron buckets. Little Jasmine, who was hiding inside, stuffed the two of them into a steam truck that had been parked for an unknown amount of time, and then got into the car right after her. Without even thinking about it, she stepped on the accelerator. Turn the steering wheel hard.

After turning the steering wheel a few times, he blinked and turned to Wisipel and said, "Brother, this... the steering wheel seems to be malfunctioning."

The heavy steam truck rushed straight towards the warehouse, Huang Xuanjin gritted his teeth and stepped on the brakes.The truck, however, headed straight for the warehouse.

The iron barrel rolled out of the carriage, and Huang Xuanjin just woke up from the huge impact when he saw the bone eaters around the truck holding rifled guns high.

He fell back on the leather seat with some helplessness, "It seems that there is only one fight."

He pulled out the sword that had just been sheathed from his side, opened the door and stepped off the car.

Wischpel opened the car door on the other side, and said to Little Jasmine, "Stay in the car well."

Vehipel forced himself to open his eyes, because every time he closed his eyes, he would see the masks in the void.

Silver veins flowed across the breast, like the veins winding around Utgarde's heart.

Two people were standing next to the truck whose front was sunk into the wall, one holding a gun and the other holding a sword, while the girl was waiting in the car in a daze.

Like a long time ago, under the Asgard temple, two teenagers stood on both sides of the iron fence.

A prison, locked two people.