Twilight War

07

Vanir Empire, Gulveig Temple.

Layers of guards are heavily guarded.

This is the sacrificial ceremony of the Vana Empire every four years. The queen and all officials who have been awarded the title of the empire must participate in this ceremony. They will pray for the blessing of the Vana ancient gods and the gods to protect the fate of their empire.

All the people bowed their heads respectfully and solemnly prayed in the huge open space in front of the temple.

The sun cast a glorious and noble light on the entire temple.

The tall temple stands tall, and the girls singing hymns are dressed in white silk dresses, ethereal and sacred.

They chanted the sacred and pious dirge softly.

The [-]-meter-long army and officials separated in turn. Isabel walked slowly on the road to the gods in the middle, wearing a complicated and holy white silk dress, with white lace covering her eyes.

No matter what happens during the sacrifice, she cannot take off the lace blindfold, otherwise she will be regarded as unknown.

God will send down punishment on those who offend him and on the whole empire.

Odin, the king of the gods, once gave up his right eye in order to see the fate of the gods, and the monarchs of Vana must also cover their eyes when offering sacrifices, symbolizing that they offered their eyes to the gods to tell the fate of their country.

Brunhilde followed her, dressed in armor, and her short, half-length blond hair modified her profile with a bit of heroic beauty.

Nine girls in white dresses singing hymns followed the Queen up the steps step by step.

First there are nine steps to a platform, then eight steps to a platform, then seven steps to a platform, then six steps to a platform, and then five steps to a platform...

Isabel still maintains the nobility and piousness that the queen should have. The white skirt swayed like lily petals on the steps with her steps.

But what she really wanted in her heart was to immediately arrest the man who repaired the steps and cut them down.

The people who built this step purely wanted to see the royal family fall on the steps!

She hated this feeling, darkness, nothing but darkness.It seemed that everything was going to be out of her control, which made her uneasy.

People who are blindfolded always feel that the next step is a cliff. That feeling makes people feel flustered and helpless. They will subconsciously doubt everything around them, and they can't even believe it themselves.

She felt that something was about to happen, something was out of her control.

But she couldn't take off the blindfold no matter what. In history, there was a monarch who took off the blindfold in panic because a beast that shouldn't have appeared broke into the scene, and was abandoned by the empire and succeeded by his younger brother.

Another time, the whole temple started to be chaotic, and the monarch didn't know what was going on, so he lifted the blindfold in panic. It turned out that a girl singing a hymn stepped on the skirt of the girl in front, causing all the girls to die. fall.

So he will spend his whole life in the temple, repenting for his offense against God.

In the past, she always felt that these two monarchs were too stupid, how could accidents happen with so many guards.

But now she suddenly understood.

Even if tens of thousands of guards are here, who can you trust?You are only walking on the road to meet God alone. .

She suddenly understood the two monarchs, and even sympathized with them.

It must be that no one can believe it. He has spent a long time on the cold throne that no one can believe.

They said he was their king, but most of the time it was only the king who confronted the entire empire alone, and they had already become frightened birds.

Frightened birds, any little sign of trouble can make them collapse.

Isabel continued to walk forward, but for a moment she suddenly forgot how many steps she had taken. She didn't know whether it was a step or a flat ground in front of her, and she was overwhelmed by great anxiety and helplessness.

Behind her are her people, and she must not make mistakes.

It must be flat ground. She should have walked seven steps just now, and the platform is eight steps away, so it should be flat ground. Just when she was about to lift her foot, the people around her suddenly said——

"Stairs."

With a neutral cello-like timbre, she spoke softly in a voice that only she could hear.

Isabel wanted to ask her how did you know that I thought there was flat land in front of me just now, but after thinking about it, I still didn't ask her, and there was no need to ask her.

She walked on, with a white lace ribbon covering her eyes.Whenever she reached the platform or steps, Brunhilde would quietly remind her softly in her ear.

Even though there are tens of thousands of guards here, she is just a loner.

But she had nothing to fear if Brunhilde was by her side.

It is not God who protects her, and God does not have the qualifications.

Only Brunhilde can protect her.Her little German...

The singing voice of the girls was ethereal and sacred, and they followed behind the Queen with their eyes half downcast, their white silk skirts slowly brushing over the hard and cold steps.

The queen, whose eyes were lightly covered with white lace, walked on the steps of the pilgrimage without panic, fear, or doubt, just like walking on a road that has been walked a thousand times.

She looked relaxed, rather than seeing her, it might be better to say she was on her way home.

The blond knight stood guard beside her, dutiful and responsible.

Brunhilde stopped on the second platform, nine girls singing hymns stopped on the third platform, and the Queen walked up to the highest altar alone.

The blond knight looked up at Isabel, who was like a goddess in the sun, walking up the steps step by step.

The ministers of the Privy Council stood on the fourth terrace.

Isabel faced the crowd, and Wanmin knelt in front of her.

But the white lace blindfolded her eyes, and she couldn't see the people who were kneeling.

She possesses the highest power in the empire, but there is only darkness in front of her eyes, she cannot see thousands of people worshiping, she can only see endless loneliness and fear.

Perhaps, this is the true meaning of this sacrificial ceremony.

On the vast open space were the people, on the ninth terrace the officers, on the fifth the ministers of the Privy Council, on the third the maiden singing hymns, on the second Brunhilde, and she was on the highest one. order.

Every time she stepped up a step, more people left.

In the end, she will stand alone on the highest altar and watch all people worship.

Zichen squatted above the tall temple, watching Wanmin kneel and worship under him, everything was as insignificant as dust in his eyes.Magnificent and magnificent, and he seems to rule the world.

——Although those people were not kneeling him.

He was wearing a black robe, the red silk on his body fluttered in the wind, and he held an apple as red as the red silk in his hand.

Zichen took a bite of the apple and watched the queen of Vana step up to the altar step by step.

For a moment, he actually felt a little sympathetic to the Queen.

It's strange, that girl is worshiped by the people, she holds the greatest power of Vana, she is the symbol of the blood of the ancient gods.She is the most honorable girl in this world.

She should be envied by everyone, but Zichen felt that she was a bit pitiful.

He remembered that a long time ago, he also walked a certain distance under the eyes of everyone.

That was when he was five years old.

The dead warriors of the Huangxuan family lined up respectfully on both sides of the snow-falling long steps. He was wearing three layers of clothing, watching the stone gate of the Sword Tomb open in front of him.

All the dead men were waiting outside the sword mound, and he walked up the dark and deep secret road alone. On both sides of the stone road were statues of the heads of the Huangxuan family. They held their own swords in their hands. The statues In front is a burning mermaid candle.

The mermaid candle lamp can burn for thousands of years, and every young master of the Huangxuan family must light his own lamp here to become the head of the Huangxuan family.

And he looked at the statue for a while and looked at the candle lamp for a while. The black and red two-color Chipan pattern robe on his body was like a butterfly's wings flying in the dark secret passage.

And at the end of the secret path is the sword testing pool. He looked at the tens of thousands of swords stuck in the weak water, and didn't know what he was going to do.

He didn't want to touch those swords, those swords were inserted there well, why would he touch those swords.

He took off his boots, rolled up his trousers, and dipped his feet in the cool, weak water.

Very comfortable.

And he suddenly saw a faint blue fish swimming around his feet.

The scales of that fish seemed to have a light blue light.

So he stepped into the water, trying to catch the fish, but the fish swam away, so he searched for the fish among tens of thousands of swords inserted into the water.

The fish swam deep and so he, too, had to dive into the cold, silent water.

He chased the fish.

But when he sank deep in the weak water, the fish disappeared...

He looked around blankly.

In the depths of the water there is nothing but a ghostly color.

So he swam up, and walked out of the sword mound empty-handed a little unhappy.

He forgot to wear boots, so he stepped on the thin snow outside, feeling a little cold.

Everyone looked at him with his hands empty, and was so quiet that he could hear the sound of Xueluo.

Didn't he know what he did wrong because he didn't catch the fish?

But later he realized that he should have come out with a sword, and that sword would accompany him for the rest of his life, and even if he died, his father-in-law would bring the sword back to the sword mound.

It should be the instinct of the heir of the Huangxuan family to enter the sword mound and find the sword that belongs to him.

But he doesn't have this kind of instinct, it's fine if those swords are inserted there, why did he pull out |out|?

He just wanted to catch a fish.

While gnawing on an apple, Zichen slowly scanned the respectful officers in front of the temple, looking for the people he had seen in the list, and locked their positions one by one.

Assassins, once they show up, they will be targeted by everyone. He must kill the target in the shortest time.

He cannot miss this opportunity.

Most of the expedition officers who participated in the day's death were from the navy, patrolling the sea all day long, such as the commander-in-chief of the navy, Ravenkel.Known as the Ghost of the Sea, only the Privy Council and the Queen can contact him.

In any case, he really couldn't miss the ceremony.

He doesn't have his own sword, and he can't call out ghost soldiers with jade charms.

But he is Huangxuan Jin of the Jiangnan Huangxuan family after all.

He must pay for this blood-stained debt in person.

Throwing the apple core behind him, he raised his right hand and bit his ring finger hard, blood spilling out.

Without a sword, he was not accepted by the jade talisman, but he inherited the mad blood of Chi You from the Huangxuan family.

Perhaps he was born to be a bloodthirsty beast.

So what if there is no sword, then he will use his fangs and claws to fight.

He will give his all.

The beast had been sleeping deep in his heart, and now it smelled the smell of blood and slowly woke up, following the smell of blood to find it.

And it hungers for more blood.

A faint red color slowly emerged from the end of his eyes, like a smear of blood.

The lingering smell of blood in his mouth reminded him of that cup of Feixue wine...

It doesn't matter whether it is the immortal Jiuli God of War or the most ferocious beast in the world.

He only knew that the debt owed must be paid with blood.

08

The black-haired boy jumped down from the top of the towering temple, the red silk behind him was like a bright bloodstain.A flock of white pigeons resting on the top of the temple was startled, and their white feathers fell high in the sky.

"Protect the queen!!"

The long swords were all unsheathed, and dozens of guards quickly surrounded the assassin.

Zichen stood up slowly surrounded by the crowd, raised his eyes and looked around at the guards who surrounded him with swords.

Those eyes were sharp like water-soaked blades.

The immortal Jiuli God of War awakened in his body, watching the thousand-year-old battlefield through his eyes.

Suddenly, Zichen jumped up and jumped over the dozens of guards who surrounded him.

With a beautiful and neat change of hands, the dagger pierced into the chest of the guard behind him!

Blood splashed on his black robe.

Before the guards could react, he started sprinting around the circle of guards, cutting off the back of the neck of all the guards with their backs to him.

All ten people fell down, and he stood in front of them, the dagger in his hand was stained with blood, and the red ribbon was flying.

That is the speed of ghosts and gods!

Realizing that this was a killing, the crowd began to swarm and flee, and the whole ceremony became a mess, shouting and crying.No one can pray for the protection of the gods, and this place has become the dojo of the god of death.

Zichen walked up the steps slowly, he remembered where those people should be, and he also knew where those people should escape to.

He pulled out a few flying blades hidden in the black leather belt on his chest, and shot dead the officers behind him who had raised their guns.

Five guards rushed up, he quickly fell back, and the sword edge swept across his red ribbon.He raised his head and kicked the sword in the guard's hand, turned over and sent the dagger into the guard's throat.

Once the assassin is exposed, he is the target of public criticism.All he can rely on is his speed.

Dozens of swords stabbed at him, he squatted down quickly, and then swept his legs, sweeping all the guards to the ground.

Every movement he makes is weird and terrifying, light and almost weightless, but with huge lethality

He kept looking for the names that appeared on the list.

The black and white photos of those lists floating in the midair of the Wood Spring Hall were printed in the boy's mind.

Of course he could remember everything, down to the rust and mildew on the dome of the Fountain at Uld.

He kept beheading the names that appeared in one file after another.

The blood stained the white prayer dress of the girl singing the dirge, as if a snow fell all over the south of the Yangtze River that year, and the whole world was red and white.

The queen listened to the chaos below the altar, completely unaware of what was going on.

She heard the sound of sharp tools piercing the gun, the sound of blood splashing on the white stone steps, and the panic and fear of the crowd...

But there is only endless darkness in front of her eyes...

Subconsciously, she wanted to take off the white lace ribbon covering her eyes.

Suddenly a pair of slightly cold hands grabbed her wrist, "No."

"Augustus is watching you," said Brunhilde, "I am here and nothing will happen."

Her voice was calm and powerful, "Continue to do what a queen should do."

The people on the list died under his dagger one by one. Zichen stood on the high platform, panting like a beast after a fight.

The arm was almost broken because of the repeated slashing, and it hung in front of him like a puppet with a broken string.

Blood fell down the stone steps in front of him along the dagger in his hand.

He smiled and looked up at the sky.

The sky was very blue, reminding him of the deep weak water in the sword pond, and he sank in the water, looking for the fish.

Brunhilde slowly pulled the holy sword Durandal out of its sheath.

She looked at the boy standing under the high platform.Everyone was startled by the young man's ferocity and bloodlust. The guard stared at him with a sword in his hand but dared not step forward.

Like a group of hunters besieging the most ferocious clouded leopard.They held swords, but they were afraid in their hearts.

And that young man was pointed at by countless swords, but just stood there, what was he doing?Are you looking at the sky?

Brunhilde felt that he must have read it wrong, how could someone look up at the sky during the assassination.

Zichen finally lowered his head, no longer looked at the sky, but also did not look at the crowd besieging him, just looked at the queen who was praying to God.

Brunhild looked at the boy who was walking up the steps step by step.

All the guards who stood in front of him were beheaded by him with the dagger.

The road to God that was swept by Isabel's white dress is now paved with blood and corpses.

Zichen finally rushed directly to the highest altar.The queen was kneeling on the high platform with her back to him, and the white lace ribbon tied behind her head was mixed with her smoky hair, making the queen look even more fragile.

The sharp long sword swept across suddenly, and Zichen quickly dodged it by leaning back.

The sword light was as sharp as the cold autumn water, and Zichen blocked the long sword that was cutting towards him with his dagger.Then one sideways dodged from her, planning to ignore the knight and take the queen hostage first.

Now the only way he wants to get out of here is to hold the queen hostage.

Just when he was about to touch the queen, the knight suddenly pulled the queen's wrist and pulled the queen into his arms. She said in the queen's ear, "It's me."

Her slender white fingers caressed Isabel's eyes covered with white lace satin.

Zichen gritted his teeth tightly and looked at the handsome knight with cold eyes in front of him, the red in the corners of his eyes gradually receded.

He can't last long.

Chi You's mad blood was at the cost of overdrawing his own physical energy, once Chi You's mad blood cooled down, the strong sense of fatigue would completely engulf him.

If he continued to fight with this knight, he would only die here.

So Zichen decided to leave.

However, when he jumped down from the high platform, he suddenly felt dizzy.

He rolled straight down the steps.

The armored guards parted on both sides, and Isabel walked slowly down the top steps, her eyes covered with white lace ribbons.Brunhilde followed her respectfully and faithfully.

"Where is the assassin?" Isabel asked.

Brunhilde looked at the boy who fell under the steps, and frowned, "It seems... fainted."

The author has something to say: Excuse me, is it right that some people like the Queen?The first draft of the Queen and Brunhilde's previous story has been coded.If someone likes it I'll post it, if not forget it.

It's kind of about first encounters at the monastery, vows under the rose window and witch sacrifices and stuff.

Also, thank you for your comments~