Twilight War

06

Standing in front of the mirror, Huang Xuanjin fastened the buttons of the black dress one by one, combed his hair back and tied it casually, revealing a beautiful eyebrow.

He picked up the large bouquet of lilies on the table.

The scarlet steam sedan was parked under the black tower.

He got into the car and put a large bouquet of lilies on the passenger seat.

The red steam car is driving on the gray road, as if going to a great invitation.

……

"The dusk is nice here, but it wouldn't be fun if it was the same every time."

Zichen looked up at the boy with black eyes and said.

In an instant, the red sky shattered like glass, and everything broke like pieces.

And the boy's body gradually disappeared like ashes.

Vihipel seemed to realize something, and suddenly grabbed the boy's wrist.

"What's your name?" the boy said, looking at the man holding his wrist.

"Vichpel," the man replied.

"Is it Vichypel?" The boy read his name carefully and said with a smile: "I hope I will never see you again, goodbye."

His wrist held by the man turned into ashes and disappeared along with the broken pieces.

……

Huang Xuanjin drove the scarlet steam car on the straight road

The road sign pointed to Jotunheim, and the co-pilot held a large handful of white lilies trembling slightly under the wind blowing on the road.

The collar of his black dress fluttered in the wind, and his black Martin boots stepped on the accelerator slowly.

07

Towering ancient trees, huge snake eggs entwined with green vines.

Zichen and Wisipel once again fell into the illusion of the first floor.

"Isn't the person who supported this illusion just now dead?" Zichen looked around cautiously, and the huge snake egg cracked slowly, making the sound of cracking eggshells.

"This illusion may find a host on its own, and I am afraid that there are new people who have become the supporters of the illusion." Wihipel said.

The slaves wearing snake scales let out horrifying screams in the depths of the island. These slaves were more vicious than before, and rushed towards them as if they had a huge killing intent.

Zichen drew out the two daggers on his waist, and kept wiping the neck of the jumping slave.

Wihipel closed his eyes and released the crows again, those black crows flew deep in the island.

——It’s okay to kill them, they are all going to die anyway, so let’s kill them all.

"I found the person supporting this illusion." Wihipel said, "Over there."

Zichen nodded.

He slowly climbed to the side of the man along the entangled vines, the man seemed to be asleep, peacefully.

However, when Zichen pulled out the dagger named Xiaolian from his waist and wanted to wipe the man's neck like before, he suddenly froze.

——It's Roland.

A great sense of despair flooded his body.

Vihipel kept beheading those ring slaves who were like wild ghosts, and the white uniform was stained with dark blood.

He seemed to realize that something was wrong with Zichen, and looked up at the young man who was only holding a dagger but didn't move for a long time.

"He has already lost consciousness, he is no different from other ring slaves." The blood of those hideous ring slaves around him splashed on his collar paper.

But he was Roland, the one who was beheading ring slaves with a huge sword and standing in front of him smoking a cigar.

Suddenly, Roland, who was bound by vines, opened his eyes, which were like snakes, glowing with a strange golden color.

The vines wrapped around him broke, and he raised the giant sword in his hand and slashed it down.

……

The scarlet steam car stopped slowly, and the boy in black dress picked up the bouquet of white lilies from the co-pilot's seat.

cemetery.

The sky was dark and black, like the depths of the island covered by towering ancient trees.

Huangxuanjin walked leisurely on the path of the cemetery with flowers in his hands, his footsteps were brisk, as if he just came to visit an old friend.

He stopped in front of a tombstone and placed a big bouquet of lilies in front of the tombstone.

Then he took out a box of cigars from his pocket.

"In Donghuang, it is necessary to burn incense to pay homage to a person, but I don't think you will like it, so I brought you a cigar."

He shook a box of cigars in front of the tombstone, and then took out the cigars one by one and inserted them neatly in the soil in front of the tombstone.While inserting and saying——

"One cigarette a day is really bad for your health, and I'm really poor now, and I can't afford so many cigars."

"So, let's make do with it and save some smoking."

"Come on, let me light your cigar for you."

……

"Roland! Stop!" Zichen shouted while dodging Roland's attack.

The man holding the giant sword didn't recognize him, but kept chopping at the boy in front of him.

Zichen kept dodging between the branches of those towering ancient trees, and the giant sword cut his body several times.

Wischpel threw the flintlock gun on his body to Zichen.

"He is no longer conscious, he is no longer Roland..."

"No," Zichen shook his head, "There must be a way, right! There must be."

The giant sword slashed across Zichen's shoulder, leaving a long bloodstain.

"Shoot!" Vichypel's voice came from next to his ear.

Zichen still just kept dodging, and the giant sword slashed at his leg.He lost his balance and fell from the tall old tree.

"shot!!"

Roland, holding the epee, jumped from the ancient tree! ! !

The giant sword slashed at the boy in the center of the huge cave deep in the island! !

The boy raised his gun slowly.

……

Huang Xuanjin took a bottle of wine from his side, bit off the cork, and slowly poured the bottle of wine onto the tombstone.

"I remember, you asked me before, if living becomes a very painful thing, will I continue to live."

He sat by the tombstone, the white lilies trembling slightly in the wind, "I think, now I can answer you."

"I will live, even if it is painful, even if it is meaningless, I will still live."

"Maybe the moment I die, there will be a sense of relief like waking up from a nightmare. Maybe then I will regret why I didn't die earlier, but I don't believe in anything I haven't seen with my own eyes."

"Living is already the only thing I can hold on to."

……

The silver flintlock slipped from the boy's hand.

Sorry, I can not do it……

"bump!"

He suddenly felt himself being pulled into an embrace quickly, and the wide white cloak covered his eyes, protecting him in the embrace.

The breath of the cool and divine flower.

The whole world is as quiet as barrenness.

His body fell almost limply.And the man held him in his arms.

"...It's over," said the man.

All the ferociously roaring ring slaves dissipated in the depths of the island like ashes.

Towering ancient trees grow around the circular wall, and their intricate branches are like giant pythons.

The light is cast irregularly on the area in the middle of the cave.

Vehipel tightly hugged the boy who had lost all his strength in his arms.

He said it was over.

He said, everything has nothing to do with you.

Everything is borne by me alone.

……

Another silver-white steam car slowly stopped beside the cemetery.The man got out of the car.

Huang Xuanjin looked up at the other end of the cemetery.

That person has almost cold eyes, and the white cloak is tied with a golden chain.He holds a bouquet of white cornflowers in his hand.

The two looked at each other like this.

It seems that hundreds of millions of years of time are slowly passing by looking at each other.

Huang Xuanjin raised the corner of his mouth lightly, casually raised the wine bottle to that person, and then drank it slowly.

……

Almost in the depths of the magnificent island, the [-]-meter-high ancient trees block out the sky, and only light shines through the gap in the center.Hundred-meter-long green vines hang down.

A huge cave that is as ancient and mysterious as the sacrifice of a god.

The man in the middle is holding the boy who is falling weakly in his arms.

In the huge cave, they seem to be the most insignificant existence...

It seems like the most desperate and desolate statue in the whole world...

08

As if drenched in cold sweat, Zichen kept trembling in the nightmare.

"I'm here."

Suddenly, a pair of hands grasped his. Those hands were slightly cool, but also had an inexplicable peace of mind.

Zichen slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wisipel who was sitting beside the bed.

Those eyes were as cold as the polar sky.

There was half a glass of cold water drying in the glass water glass on the table. Wisipel poured some hot water into it with a thermos bottle in one hand, tested the temperature with his fingers, and handed it to Zichen.

Zichen rested his head and began to drink water. He may have been really thirsty for a long time and felt that the warm water had a faint sweet taste.

Wischpel sat next to him, looking at a thick book, and the lamp next to him shone a dim yellow light on the book.Wischpel's fingers flipped the pages of the book lightly.

After Zichen finished drinking the water, Wispel took the water glass and asked if he was still thirsty, Zichen shook his head, and Wispel put the glass water glass on the table next to him.

"It's still late, let's sleep for a while." Wihipel said.

There was a low whistle on the sea, and the lights of the ship swayed on the dark water, illuminating the distant coast from time to time.

The whole ship was driving slowly in the huge black current like this.

Half-length black hair covered Zichen's eyes, "...can you give me a hug?", he said.

The mechanical clock gears made some old creaking sounds on the wall.Wisper did not answer.

Zichen smiled and said, "I'll go to sleep first."

Then he retracted into the quilt, like a silkworm chrysalis in desperate need of hibernation.

The lights behind were extinguished, leaving only long darkness and cold moonlight.

The quilt was lifted slowly, and then he was slowly embraced by the people behind him...

A clean and gentle scent of divine flowers.

Zichen turned around and buried his head into Wisipel's chest, and Wisippel felt his chest was wet a little bit.And his heart seemed to be slowly corroded by those warm liquids, making him uncomfortable.It's like a glacier in the North Pole slowly cracking. No one heard the sound, but the cracks just widened little by little.

Zichen suddenly bit Vehipel's shoulder, like a desperate little beast.Wihipel didn't cry out for pain, but just put his hand on Zichen's neck. His clean and slender fingers could feel the beating pulse under the young man's thin skin.His fingers ached from the shock.