Twilight War

11

The bloody wind blew across the wilderness of Huayin, and the bloody Kuafu's blood on the ground gradually turned silver again. This catastrophe is about to pass.

Xing Tian handed the flower on his chest to Huangxuan Jin.

In the wind, the flowers in Xing Tian's hands trembled, as if they would be blown off at any time.

The girl beside the crack was crying, crying for her brother who jumped into the abyss.

Huang Xuanjin looked up at Zhu Zhenming.

The man who took off the plum blossom and looked at the helmet was stunned, looking a little silly.Perhaps the man who yelled that I am a hero among all armies was a fool.

Suddenly the knife flashed, and Zhu Zhenming's head was chopped off.

The man's black hair rolled down in Kuafu's blood, and he knelt down on the ground, still holding the flower's body, revealing the man holding the knife behind him.

Huangxuanjin recognized the knife——the Inch Knife Blade.

This knife is made of dozens of knives that can be used for punishment. Tortured by the vengeful spirits who punished them by inches.

Cunzhen, that is the cruelest criminal law.

So this knife is also called the Knife of Sin.

Those who can pick up this knife are those who have no hesitation in what they have done, and they will kill the crime with their own body, and there will be no turning back after nine deaths.

Huang Xuanjin looked at the man, backing away almost in horror, the wound on his leg was deep enough to see the bone, he could only move on the ground almost ridiculously.That looks like a lame beggar on the street.

Countless pictures flashed in front of him, the man on the towering throne looked at him indifferently, the road paved with molten golden charcoal, the fallen giant and the dead people beside it...

The man held down his leg, "You hurt yourself."

He looked down at the wound on Huangxuan Jin's leg, then lowered his head and kissed his wound almost reverently, "It's okay, I will make you recover."

Huangxuanjin's body was trembling, but Wisipel took his shoulders almost gently, letting him lean into his arms.

Vehipel hugged the boy, listening to the burning voice in the wind, "Listen, this is the feast I prepared for you."

"When you come back, everyone will willingly offer your bones." Wisipel cut his wrist and fed the blood to Huangxuan Jin's mouth, but the boy just bit his lips, but Wisipel Not angry.

"Yemengade died willingly for you, she offered animal blood for you; Zhu Zhenming also died willingly for you, he offered a human soul for you, a soul full of slaughter and pain, and you Same, the soul that experienced that war and death."

"Of course Eden didn't do it willingly. Her bones are just an introduction. I will offer you the bones in the end." Vehipel lowered his head and stroked the boy's face with his blood-stained hands. His blue eyes were like It is the sky of Asgard, "I, willingly."

He smiled.

The man raised his head, his long silver hair was blown by Huayin's burning wind.

The sky is the color of blood and fire—dusk.

Vehipel stood up holding the young man in his arms. He stood on the burning blood-colored wilderness, with the wind blowing thousands of miles behind him, and the flames swept away.

12

In Shun Well, dozens of fine iron chains were wrapped around Fenlier, and his body was covered with hideous wounds.

"Damn it, you did it harder than me."

He hung his head weakly, and the red cloth on his tail was stained with blood.

His consciousness has been blurred, he only remembers that he has been fighting with Vehipel for a long time, at that time he only had one thought, kill him, kill him.

He was almost crazy and paranoid to kill that man.

Even he himself didn't understand why, he obviously had no grievances with Wisipel, but he just wanted to kill Wisipel.

—for that person.

A figure suddenly flashed in his mind.

But for whom?He and Hull have lived together for thousands of years in this world. Apart from Hull, there is no other important person in his life.He doesn't have to work hard for other people.

But he vaguely felt that there was a person deep in his soul who was worth everything he had to give up.

It's just that the figure of that person was hidden in the ravines, and he had to move those boulders away to see that person.He seldom recalls anything. A life of thousands of years is too long, and there will be endless memories.

There was water dripping in the mountain stream, and he worked hard to clear the gravel on the road.

Because he wants to find the person at the end of the road.

Above Shun Well, black feathers fell.He narrowed his eyes, looking at the black feathers through the blood on his eyelashes.

He seemed to remember a little bit, remembering the days of Asgard, with heavy chains wrapped around him.

—he was deceived by the gods!

They imprisoned him in Asgard with lies, and he retaliated by biting off Tyr's arm.

He seemed to be forgotten there by the gods, he gnawed on the grass beside the cave to live, one day he would escape from here, he would swallow the sun and the moon, and he would kill the gods of Asgard!

Day and night, he bit the characters and fell asleep.

His forelimbs were worn down to bloody flesh by the chains, which were the injuries left after repeated struggles.

He didn't know which day it was, but he only remembered that it was a snowy day.When he woke up, he found that the wound on his foreleg had been tied with red cloth strips.The boy sat beside him, "My name is Loki, and like you, I am also an ancient beast living in Asgard."

"I'm not living, I'm being imprisoned!" He arched his body, looked at the boy vigilantly, and said through gritted teeth.

The boy still just smiled: "I can't untie the chain, but you should feel better if you tie it with a cloth strip. It's winter, and the chain is very cold."

"It's not just cold, it's like a knife cut into my flesh." He said with some complaints, and after feeling that the boy was not in any danger, he lay down again and buried his head on his forelegs.

"I don't understand why they imprisoned you here, but my brother should have his reasons." Loki sat beside him.

"Brother? Which is your brother?" he asked.

"Odin." The boy replied.

He raised his eyes and looked at the boy in horror, but then lowered his head again. What the boy did was his own business, and he didn't care about it.

But he still couldn't help reminding Loki: "The Protoss doesn't have a single good thing."

"Is there any difference between the ancient beasts and the gods? They are just one of the living things." The boy said.

He didn't know how long it had been like this, only teenagers would come here, and he would sometimes bring him some seeds from the atrium and plant them next to his cave.

Every time Loki came, he would be embarrassed, but later when Loki was not around, he would gnaw on the weeds in the hole, thinking that the place would look a little cleaner next time Loki came, but every time After eating it for the first time, I felt that it would be better not to eat it.

This was one of the few troubles in his thousand years of life, and it was only related to a few weeds.

Later, when the boy came back with injuries, he said that he was going to kill Utgarde.

Later, the boy brought a girl in his arms. He said that the girl was called Hull, and the boy asked him to take care of him. He was a little reluctant, but he still left the girl in his cave.

Blood blinded Fenrir's eyes, and he squinted at the burning sky above the Well of Shun.He finally removed the boulder in front of the cave, and he saw everything that had been there before.The former boy and himself.

But then, why did he forget all of this?

His head was throbbing, he saw a lot, he saw blood, he saw fire.

When he saw the boy came to see him for the last time, he pretended to be asleep, but when the boy left, he suddenly raised his head and said to the deep darkness in the cave, "One day, I will set you free."

"I'm free now, too," said Loki.

"No, you're not." He said this and lay down again.

That young man was imprisoned by the gods in Asgard just like him, but he was imprisoned by chains, while the young man was imprisoned by the gods' lies.

Fenrir closed his eyes and tore the chains on his body. He remembered that for the past thousand years, he lived only to fulfill a promise.

— fulfilling a promise long forgotten.

—to give freedom to a man who does not even know that he is imprisoned.

In Shun Well, people covered in blood were laughing stupidly. The bones in the well eroded by copper rust were like lapis lazuli sealed for thousands of years. On the twelve copper plates, the bones of a beautiful girl were densely covered with complex and exquisite incantations.

Fenrir looked up, grinning grimly.

The blood vessels exploded, the muscles were torn to pieces, and he tore his right arm abruptly.

Just like that winter night thousands of years ago, he bit off his forelimb.

13

Seven heavy bronze doors opened in front of Vichypel one by one, as if he was the master here.

The young man in his arms was pulling at his collar tightly, the blood from his wrists stained the sleeves of the two of them red, and Huang Xuanjin's disabled legs were on his arms.

At the end of the mountain road, millions of hanging bells tied to the bronze sacred tree move without wind, solemn as a grand event thousands of years ago.

At that time, the sorcerer in feather clothes bowed down to serve, osmanthus wine and pepper paste, and his death was clearly visible.

"Utgarde...Who is Utgarde?" Huang Xuanjin asked, pulling at Wisipel's collar.

"That doesn't matter," Wischpel said.

Kuafu's blood in Mingtangzhixuan is still the color of mercury, surging like an undercurrent in Shuoduyuan.Vehipel closed his eyes, and twelve bronze rope bridges rose from the abyss.

He carried Huangxuan Jin onto the bronze cable bridge.

On the sword tomb of Mingtangzhixuan, Huangxuan Zhishou, who had already turned into bronze, knelt in the center of the magic circle holding a sword named bronze Phoenix Lord.

He closes his eyes like a Buddha who is sympathetic to the world.

400 years ago, he sacrificed his body to the battle, put his blood into the bronze, and killed millions of monsters.

The dead soldiers of Huangxuan's family closed the mountain to fight, and their bones were piled in the abyss.

Frost slowly covered the body of Huangxuan Chishou, and the bronze statue immediately disappeared like smoke and dust.

Vehipel placed the boy in the center of the sword mound, and the bronze chains wrapped around Huangxuan Jin's body like a snake.

"When the last light of dusk fades away, you will become a god." Vehipel's fingertips caressed the young man's arm, "You will wash away your sins, and from now on, no one can hurt you , even order itself can no longer take you away."

He slowly stabbed a knife into the boy's heart, and blood flowed out.

In the boy's beating heart, flesh and blood wrapped around a molten golden ring.

It was a ceremony thousands of years ago. The sins of the gods were turned into the Ring of Nibelungen, and then they sealed the ring on the boy's heart.It was a seal that lived with the soul. Even though the young man died once, when he came to the world again, this ring was still born in his heart.

"Does it hurt?" Wihipel's fingertips rested on the throbbing blood vessels in Huang Xuanjin's neck.

"I wanted to take you away, but I couldn't escape after all." Wihipel held the boy's hand, "They killed my mother, and my mother gave you your name, do you remember?"

"Father told me that you will die eventually, and he brought you back just to use you as a container for the Ring of the Nibelungen." He looked at the young man panting in pain, "After that ceremony, I will Didn't go to you. Because I didn't do anything right, you were broken by them, and you will be completely broken one day."

"Nobody appreciates something that will eventually break."

"So I left you there, in the dungeon under the temple. You're going to break, so let's break quietly and don't let me know."

"But I still can't take it anymore. The day I became the king of gods, I brought you out of the dungeon. I told you, I want you to do justice with me." He kissed the boy in his arms: " I lied to you, even I myself don’t know what justice is.”

"I thought gods were the order of the world, but no, the so-called gods are nothing more than races that try their best to keep themselves alive."

"I, I just want more people to accompany me to stand in the dark."

"But I understand now." He suddenly hugged the boy in his arms tightly, and the blood on the boy's heart stained his clothes red, "It's enough for me to stand in the dark by myself."

"I'll take you to the light..."

The blood-colored curse seal peeled off from the mountain wall, and the sound of hanging bells echoed throughout the Mingtang Xuan.The bronze witch figure chanted with its eyes closed.

After this ceremony, the boy will wash away all his sins.

"Wait for me, I still have some things to do." Vehipel put down the boy in his arms, and countless black crows shuttled in the huge hall of light.

14

The sky above Shun Well seemed to be burning. Xiwen and Delko guarded around Shun Well. This was the order of Vichypel, and everyone else stayed on the periphery.

"What do you think Your Highness is doing so much to manage Donghuang's affairs? Then the young master of the Huangxuan family will remember him well?" Delko wrapped a bandage around the wrist that was bitten just now. The injury was not serious but he wanted to aim I'm afraid it's a bit strenuous.

"I don't think so." Decker saw that Xiwen didn't respond, and said to himself, "The young master of the Huangxuan family is a wolf cub, heartless, no matter how much His Highness spends on him. no good."

"Wait, there's a voice." Sivan suddenly pressed Delko's shoulder.

Delko turned around and saw the people behind him, and was stunned for a moment.

Half of Fenrir's right arm was torn off abruptly, the amount of blood loss was enough to cause death, but the man covered in blood stood upright in front of them, his eyes had already turned blood red, reminiscent of walking around at night. The wolf on the wasteland.

Fenrir held a blood-stained iron chain in his hand, and he slammed the chain towards Delko. Delko had no doubt that such a blow would be enough to shatter his bones if it fell on him.

Fenrir tugged at the chain in his hand, as if something was burning inside him.

He knew something was going to happen, related to that boy, and he had to stop it all.Just like that snowy night thousands of years ago, he bit off his foreleg and ran almost crazily.

He hadn't run for too long, not to mention that now he only has three legs left, and he fell into the snow in the courtyard time and time again.

Sivan pulled Delcolla behind him in an instant, he raised his loaded flintlock gun, and fired a series of bullets towards Fenrir.

Fenrir raised his hand, and in his left hand grew a fiery sun disk.

In the myth, Fenrir's two sons, Hati and Skul, chased the sun and the moon respectively until they devoured them.But in fact, Hati and Skool are his other two incarnations.

Beneath the sun, Fenrir's shadow grew like a branch, his shadow, the true Devourer.

The bullet was burning in the sun disc, and Fenrir threw the sun disc to his side, and the black shadows came to life, turning into silhouetted wolves.

A pack of wolves transformed from black shadows surrounded Xiwen and Delko, like shadow puppets in a shadow play.

It is shadow that devours light.

Kill them, kill these hypocrites.Kill everyone who bound the boy.He tightened his grip on the chain in his hand and threw his head back, growling.

The wolf shadows exploded in an instant, and their shadows turned into a long snake, and Delco and Xiwen kept shooting while surrounded by the long snakes, but the bullets could only create a hole after passing through the shadows, and the torn pieces The hole turned into a black shadow again after the bullet shot through.

"It's useless." Sivan pulled out a dagger from his arms, and the moment the wolves rushed over, he rushed towards Fenrir.

The cold dagger swung down like water.

But the next moment, Fenrir strangled him tightly by the throat.

Fenrir looked up at him, "Overbearing..."

Xi Wen felt that his throat was burning like a pain.

Fenrir tried to choke him, but suddenly his arm was ripped apart by steely claws, and he let go of his wrist.

Black scales covered Delco's body.

Fenrir looked at the empty injection beside Delko, "You will become a monster..."

"So what?" Delko felt that his body was gradually turning into a manic beast, and he angrily tore away the black shadow that entwined him.

"I'm a monster." Delko said with the corner of his mouth split open like a beast.

Fenrir suddenly froze, his hands froze in the air.

- I am the monster.

He remembered what he saw that snowy night.

On the snow-falling courtyard, Utgarde was wailing in countless chains.

The blood that flowed from Utgarde was poured on the white snow.

——It turns out that I am a monster.

Utgarde wailed between heaven and earth, he knelt down on the ground, and the moment he knelt down, it seemed like a mountain collapsed.

He saw Utgarde's eyes, black eyes that seemed to contain all the stars in Asgard.

He understood everything.

The protoss said that if he could kill Utgarde, he could save everyone.

But he was the one who slaughtered the human race every winter night, and he who had turned into an ancient beast had already become another kind of existence that would only follow the killing instinct.

He couldn't kill Utgarde.

Because he himself is Utgarde...

Countless blood-colored curse seals buzzed, turning the Mingtang Pavilion into an unbreakable barrier.

The boy lying on the sword mound opened his eyes wide, and he remembered everything.

For a long time, he has been used by the Protoss as a tool to slaughter the world!

He... is Utgarde.