Twilight War

17

Asgard's rain stagnates in midair.

The soul lamp rising from the temple trembled and was pinned in the black sky.

Everything seemed to be suspended.

Odin stopped, looking up at the stagnant rain.

"Sorry, I can't take you out of here." He looked down at his boy and said.

Rainwater trickled down his half-length silver hair.

He must wake up from this dream, and face those important things that he has never been able to face.

After all...that was something that had already happened.

There is no rewriting, there is no avoiding it.

If you want to escape, you can only get lost in this rainy night forever.

But now he must wake up.

"Didn't my brother bring me out to see the rain?" The young man looked at him with a smile, and stretched out his hand as if to touch the stagnant rain, "It's enough."

No need to say sorry, that's enough.

"Are you leaving?" the boy asked Odin.

"No, I'll accompany you back." He said, "The way back is too cold."

In an instant, the masks condensed in the air turned into rainwater and flowed down, and the entire rain curtain fell slowly like a huge curtain.

The crows deceived them, and they never left the temple.

All struggles are futile, and all escapes are trapped in place.

"My children, you should have come here before the farewell ceremony." Bauer on the throne of the temple raised his head and said to Odin. He had iron-gray hair and a pair of beast-like eyes.Now he is the new king of Asgard.

Odin raised his head and looked around at the gods holding golden branches in the temple, like a wolf cub in a snowy field looking warily at the strange wolves.

"Take that child from the atrium to the well of the abyss." Bao Er waved his hand, and the gods surrounded him.

"Don't touch him!"

Odin screamed, the ice-blue wind surged from his side, and the half-length silver hair rolled in the storm.

Two huge wolf spirits emerged from the surging wind breath, their hair like pale breath.

They roared in the huge temple, and their voices seemed ethereal and solemn as if echoing among the mountains.

The retreating gods whispered in the shadows of the temple.

——"Isn't His Highness Odin still a child? Why does he have his own soul?"

——"And it's a very powerful wolf spirit."

——"Be quiet, Your Highness will one day become the king of Asgard."

The two wolf spirits guarded Odin and the boy. Odin's eyes were like the winter sky in Asgard, and the blue wind surrounded him.

The white silk clothes wrapped his body in the wind.

"Take him to Mimir." He whispered in the wind.

The greedy wolf quickly picked up the young man beside him, and the young man exclaimed, not knowing what to say.Another wolf tore a hole between the guards of honor of the gods, and the two wolves ran out of the temple.

Odin slowly raised his wrist and closed his eyes.

In an instant, countless black crows were born from the storm. They stopped the gods chasing the boy and dragged the entire temple into chaos.

—You can't save him.

—You already know the result, don't you?

— never again.

He closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the crows.

Those black crows should be his servants, not jesters who bewitched him.

He should be the ruler of these souls.

"presumptuous."

Baoer tapped the ground under the throne of the temple with the scepter in his hand.

Millions of goshawks flew down from the throne, and their crow feathers cut through Odin's body like sharp knives.

The white silk clothes were stained red by streaks of blood.

Branches growing from the ground wrapped around Odin's body, forcing him to kneel down.

The black crow died, covered with scattered blood and bloody black feathers.

"Take the child of the atrium to the well of the abyss." Bauer said from the throne, his eyes did not look at Odin, nor did he look at the gods, but seemed to look at the endless void.

The gods in white receded like the tide.

Odin turned his head to look at the gods and laughed almost mockingly.

"You told me that Bully's death was for obtaining dragon's blood." Odin struggled and raised his head to look at Bauer who was sitting high on the throne.

"Indeed," Bow said. "Bli died for the gods."

"But you never told me that we will eat his body." Odin looked at Bauer, blood flowing down the wound on his body.

"His soul will be with us. This is another kind of eternity for him." Bauer said: "The eternal life of the protoss has its price. And Bully will always be great because of his dedication."

"The so-called gods, do they exist like this?" Odin's whole body was trembling. "We actually have to live by tearing and biting the corpses of our own kind. What is the difference between us and those ancient beasts?"

"Shouldn't God be justice in this world?" He raised his head and roared at Baoer.

The dead black crow turned into a black soul again, and swept towards the statues of the gods high in the temple like a sharp blade.

Those black crows crashed into the stone carvings of the gods as if they were going to die, and the scarlet blood smashed away on the white stone carvings.

Odin knelt in the center of the temple and laughed almost like weeping.

"My Father God, tell me. How the Protoss exists...tell me."

But Baoer just looked at him indifferently all the time.

"Go to the Well of the Abyss." Bao Er said suddenly.

He stepped on the steps to the underground of the temple, where the Well of the Abyss was located.

It is said that the well of the abyss leads to the great golden gallon deep.

In the beginning, where everything was born.

Among the figures of the gods he suddenly saw his mother, Bestra.

Both his mother and the boy from the yard were descended from frost giants.

In all his memories, there is only a vague impression of that woman. She has been staying deep in the Golden Palace, unwilling to see every one of her children.

He frantically shuttled among the white-cloaked gods looking for his mother.

Finally, before the execution platform, he saw his mother.

Bestella has dark blue skin and frosty eyes.

He wiped the blood off his face and wanted to call out to his mother.

The woman turned her head to look at him.

For a moment he forgot what to say.

"A child of the Protoss?" The woman looked at him and sneered, "It's really annoying."

Then he stepped barefoot on the road paved with molten gold and charcoal fire.

The gods held golden branches and chanted softly beside her, their voices were solemn and ethereal.

"Enough!" Bestella said impatiently, "Stop moaning!"

She picked up a corner of her mouth and smiled almost ironically, "Do you finally feel that it is troublesome to imprison me in the depths of the Golden Palace? What you judge is your own sin. If I offend, it is your sin, and my punishment This is your punishment."

"Bring that child here." She turned her head to look at the black-haired boy brought here by the gods.

The boy's breath was weak, she looked at him with icy blue eyes, and then rubbed his face with her hands.

"You, like me, are descendants of the Frost Giants."

"What's his name?" She turned her head and asked the envoy beside her.

"He doesn't have a name yet."

"What about the name 'Loki'? In the old saying of the Frost Giants, it means 'unquenchable fire', the name I gave you." The woman tilted her head and frowned, "It should mean that, If you stay here for too long, your brain will go out of your mind."

"Also, if they ask you anything in a while, they will say they don't agree. They don't have a good thing." Bestella said while pinching the boy's chin.

"They want you to replace me, poor child." Bestella looked at the boy and said, "The so-called God, if you want to live forever, you have to give up your sins. They think it's a dirty thing, So let the most inferior ancient beast in their eyes bear their sins."

"It's just a ridiculous and ridiculous group of beasts." The woman stood up with a smile, and turned her head to look at Baoer who came down from the temple.

She raised her wrist bound by the iron chain, and hooked her fingers towards Baoer, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

The white-robed gods parted.

The woman looked up and watched Bauer approaching.

"Bestra..." Bao Er said while holding the scepter in his hand.

Before he finished speaking, the woman pulled his collar off, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Coward."

"You don't need to play tricks, because you are not qualified to judge me."

The woman leaned back and fell towards the well of the abyss.

The giant abyss of the Golden Gallon gave birth to everything, but it also destroyed everything.

Odin rushed forward, but was stopped by the envoys behind him, and they covered his mouth.

He knelt on the ground and watched the woman die.

18

In the endless void and barrenness, Huangxuan Jin sat on a chair in the void and looked at the black widow sitting opposite him.

In the sky are the sun and the moon rotating.

The 26 moon phases form a ring.

"Where is this place?" Black Widow frowned, leaning on her chin with one hand, looking around with some disgust.

"Shouldn't I ask you?" Huang Xuanjin said.

"It stands to reason that you should be trapped in a past that you can't get rid of." Black Widow said, turning the violet in her hand.

"So what did you think you'd see?"

"The second twilight battle? The day's death?" Black Widow said, "At least you should see blood and corpses all over the ground. But obviously, this is not a battlefield full of corpses."

"Here... is the endless present." The woman sighed softly.

What traps Vehippel and Aquinas is the unfaceable past, but what traps this young man is the endless present.

Day and night of sinking and desolation.

"My conditions are still valid." The woman handed the violet in front of the boy, "If you want to leave here, break off this violet."

"Aquinas will die too?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

The woman nods.

"It's really killing without blood."

"Bonus to take away—a life of divinity," said the woman.

"Divine life?" Huang Xuanjin seemed to find it a little ridiculous, "Is there any difference between that and my current life?"

"That is a more eternal and glorious life." Black Widow said.

"But what traps me is the present from which I cannot escape. What's the use of giving eternal life to a prisoner who has been sentenced to life imprisonment?" Huangxuan Jin half-slumped on the chair, "Life is my own. It’s just endless pain. It’s already a shame for me to live up to this point.”

"They told me to live every day as if it was my last. So I drank and smoked and spent a lot of money. I didn't even care about my own because tomorrow I was going to die. If you gave me eternal life, I'm afraid I will cherish everything even less, because I don't care about myself."

"No, not just extending your lifespan, but changing from a mortal body to a godlike one," said the Black Widow.

"A qualitative change? From bronze to gold?" Huang Xuanjin asked: "What about divinity? No desire, no pain? That is no different from nothingness to me."

"But wouldn't it hurt you to be trapped in a mortal body?" Black Widow asked.

"Then what is it like to be a god? Looking down on all beings from a higher dimension? Looking down at all things, living and dying?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

"Perhaps you will know when you have a divine life." The black widow leaned over and looked at Huang Xuanjin and said.

"I don't need it." Huang Xuanjin shook his head, and he smirked, "Life is as magnificent as an epic, and we play around like dogs, gags, laughing and cursing, but life itself is still magnificent and brilliant."

He spread his hands and looked at the black widow with slightly bent eyes.It seems to say that he doesn't care, but it also seems that he really cares about everything.

So, what use is the so-called divine life to him?

But it looks like the candy on the next street has changed to a nice wrapping paper.

But the stuff inside is the same.

That was his life, and it was up to him how he wasted it.

It is also his freedom to degenerate and waste his life.