Twilight War

Chapter17 Rose Vow

The witch was buried, and the goddess rushed.

01

Corinth is located in the south and it is rainy all year round.Coupled with the development of industry, the silver of the great abyss in Wangcheng's machinery factory is constantly burning, and the whole city is filled with icy fog.

The rare first snow covered the entire city with a thin layer of white covering the steel factories and huge buildings throughout the city, and the sky was rarely clear.

However, Isabel just felt extremely irritable under such rare good weather.

"Izzy! It's snowing today! Let's go outside!" Brunhilde said to Isabel, looking at the snow outside.

"No." Isabel said without looking up.

"Izzy! Let's go build a snowman."

"The snow in the whole of Corinth may add up to a head. I advise you to give up." Isabel turned the book.

"Izzy, there's a baked sweet potato out there. Don't you want to try it?"

"No!" Isabelle replied firmly.

"Are you sure you don't want to go out to play? Collins finally snowed." Brunhilde sat beside Isabel like a big dog, looking up at Isabel from bottom to top, with blue eyes like Very canine.

Isabel estimated that Brunhilde, who saw the snow, might have the same IQ as a husky puppy.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Isabel closed the book in her hand, "Brünnhilde, from now on, don't come within two meters of me."

Seeing that Isabel really had no plans to go out, Brunhilde had to give up her and Isabel's travel plan in the snow, and walked to the window alone to see the first snow in Corinth.

After a while, Isabelle closed the book again, and called out to Brunhilde by the window behind her in a low voice.

"Brünnhilde."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Brunhilde asked.

"I let you be two meters away from me, did I let you be more than three meters away from me?"

After half an hour.

Isabel kept pulling down her exquisite top hat, "What if I'm recognized?"

"Don't worry, everyone thinks that the Queen should stay in the Palace of the Holy Rose King. How could they expect you to come out of the palace?"

Brunhilde followed Isabel in a handsome man's attire.

His short blond hair seemed to shimmer in the sun, and he was like an elegant and handsome noble young man accompanying his favorite girl for a walk under the rare first snow in Corinth. "You also know that the Queen should stay in the Palace of the Holy Rosary, not here." Isabel said to the young man next to her.

A thin layer of snow stepped on the feet like a feather. Isabel was wearing stone blue palace boots, and the footprints on the snow were like a string of kitten tracks.

"What are you doing with the cello case on your back? I don't remember you know how to play the cello." Isabel said, looking at the black cello case behind Brunhilde.

"It's nothing." Brunhilde said with a smile.

From here, you can see the black tower on the edge of Corinth from a distance. Outside the tower is a huge tower bridge that has been built for centuries. The water of St. Swan Lake flows under the tower bridge, and there are wandering entertainers playing alone by the lake.

The Black Tower was once the palace of the royal family and the prison of sin, and the dark and damp basement still has blood-stained instruments of torture and cries of pain.

But all of that has become history.

Since Isabel ascended the throne, no one has lived in that ancient building.

The ruts of passing horses criss-crossed on the thin snow, and the edges of the glass on the black railway lights were smoked black.Isabel watched the two little girls running past on the road.They hummed a cheerful old Celtic nursery rhyme.

Brunhilde bought two masks on the side of the road, and handed one of the masks as delicate as a porcelain doll in an antique shop to Isabel, "If you are afraid of being recognized, you can wear this."

"The one you bought is so ugly." Isabel said looking at the ridiculous jester mask that Brunhilde bought for herself.

"Two baked sweet potatoes!"

Isabel walked for a while and found that there was no one around, and when she turned her head, she found that Brunhilde actually ran to the side to buy sweet potatoes.She crossed her arms and watched Brunhilde run over like a dog holding two sweet potatoes.

"Say, what's wrong?" Isabel said to Brunhilde who ran back.

"Brünnhilde blinked like a large dog who was suddenly taught by its owner but had no idea what was wrong.

"Did I let you be more than three meters away from me?"

"I was wrong." Brunhild handed over the sweet potato and said sincerely.

"I will not eat!"

"Delicious!" said Brunhilde.

"No, it's so dirty." Isabel frowned.

"Okay." Brunhild had no choice but to take the sweet potato back, and then slowly pick it up.

The open-air circus is performing on a high platform, and the funny clown is rolling around on a simple platform on a wooden barrel, making thrilling moves, as if he is about to fall down.Of the two little girls who were chasing on the road just now, one covered her eyes in shock, while the other held her hand and kept comforting her.

But the clown never fell down. For a while, he turned forward as if he couldn’t keep his balance at all, and then he fell back as if he was about to be overturned by a wooden barrel. His hands kept drawing circles in the air, as if A drunk person instinctively struggles to maintain balance.

Isabel stood behind, watching the clown stepping on the barrel in a funny way.

Brunhild picked the best part of the sweet potato and tore it off and handed it to Isabel. Isabel glanced at it with some disgust.

Brunhild looked at her sincerely. "Just one bite."

"Okay, just one bite." Isabel bit off the piece of sweet potato in Brunhilde's hand, and then continued to look at the clown on the high platform.

The clown finally jumped off the barrel, kicked the barrel that had tortured him for so long to the back and bowed.

Isabel felt that the faint sweet taste was still in her mouth, and it just stayed there.

She glanced at Brunhilde who was peeling off a sweet potato. She suddenly felt that she wanted to taste the sweetness again, but she didn't know what to say, so she had to continue to look at the new magician in front of her. He wore a tall black top hat, and the corner of his mouth was a mysterious smile unique to magicians.

Isabel watched the magician put a handkerchief into the hat and then turned the hat upside down, but nothing fell down. Then he showed the hat to the audience with a surprised face, and then began to look for the handkerchief with exaggerated movements.

"Where is it? Where is it? Didn't he just put the handkerchief in the hat?" The gray-haired girl asked the short-haired girl beside him. "Why not?"

The girl behind her had chestnut hair, and the chestnut-haired girl just gently hugged the gray-haired girl from behind, with a faint smile on her lips.

Isabel looked at it like this, but she didn't wonder where the handkerchief went like the others.

It's just pretending to be mysterious.

While watching, a perfectly baked sweet potato was suddenly stuffed into her mouth.

Isabel was a little startled by what was stuffed into her mouth so suddenly, she leaned back slightly, she turned her head to look at the handsome blond knight next to her, half of the mask covered most of the handsome knight's face, leaving only the beautiful jaw Arc, in backlit silhouette.

The magician suddenly put his hand into the hat again, he gently pulled out the handkerchief, and suddenly, countless white doves flew out of the hat.Parallel rays cut those doves' wings.

The knight looked up at the flying pigeons, and Isabel also turned her head to look at the pigeons.

The white dove flew across the washed sky of Corinth, and everyone stared blankly.

03

There are all kinds of games on the side of the road, such as throwing hoops, playing sandbags and the like.There are various prizes placed next to them, which are small but interesting things.

The boss at the booth knew at a glance that Isabel and Brunhilde must be the kind of aristocratic sons and daughters who have a lot of spare money to come out to play.And it is estimated that the noble young man should be pursuing the young lady beside him, so he spared no effort to invite them to go over and give it a try.

"Sir! Sir! Come and play, it is the virtue of a knight to win prizes for the girl you love!"

"Try it!"

"Miss, it's very interesting, do you want to try it?"

Brunhilde glanced at the Margaery gun equipped with sand bullets. This gun has a very short range. It was developed by the military department decades ago, and it was soon replaced by other guns with longer range and higher accuracy. Firearms took its place.

The boss obviously knew that Miss Corinthian was not easy to serve, so he actually bought this kind of gun and loaded it with cheap sand bullets for the noble son to play with.

"Try it?" Isabelle said, looking at Brunhilde with the jester's mask on his face.

Brunhild nodded.

Half an hour later, the owner of the sixth shop that shot handed the biggest prize to Isabel crying.Isabel looked at the pile of prizes beside Brunhilde and said, "It seems that we need to hire a car to go back."

"En." Brunhilde nodded, watching Isabel smile so capriciously and beautifully with her head raised slightly.

"Master, go slowly." The boss cried while looking at the backs of the two of them.

"The last one, throw the hoop." Isabel looked up at Brunhilde lightly, "I want the biggest doll."

"Okay." Brunhilde nodded almost dotingly.

"You have to hit the previous prizes before you can challenge for the most valuable prizes. After all, the most precious things are often the last to get. But don't worry, it's very suitable. As long as you are caught, it can be yours." The owner of the shop explained with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, I want the biggest one anyway," Isabel said.

Brunhilde took the iron rings and threw them one by one, and the dolls were caught one by one.

Isabelle stood next to the farthest doll, waiting for the prize, which was a simple matter for Brunhilde anyway.

The last hoop was thrown.

Isabel was about to turn around and tell the boss to put the dolls together when the silver-gray iron ring suddenly fell from the air, trapping her inside.

Isabel picked up the hoop angrily, and walked up to Brunhild, "Brunhild, are you an idiot, you can throw this wrong!"

Brunhilde didn't speak, she watched Isabel lose her temper almost willfully.

The girl's smoky gray hair is like smoke.

The young girls on the street are still humming the ancient Celtic nursery rhymes, the gray skirts are like bird wings in the alleys of Corinth, and the distant clock tower makes a heavy sound.

Brynhildr suddenly bent down and lifted the mask off Isabel's face, revealing only the sharp lower face as delicate as the most precious doll in an antique shop. She kissed gently on the busiest and noisy street in Corinth her girl.

The dolls won by the knight were scattered on the ground, and large black ravens flew across the sky.

People in Corinth said that as long as the last raven in Corinth exists, Corinth will never fall, and the Vana Empire will never fall.

Builditupwithironbars, ironbars, ironbars.

Builditupwithironbars, myfairlady.

The chestnut-haired girl softly hummed the ancient song...

04

Isabel and Brunhilde walked back to St. Rosary Palace along the St. Louis Road, one after the other.Victorian black iron carved railings, white marble floor tiles.

Still carrying the huge black cello case, Brunhilde watched the girl with ash gray hair walk in front of her.

"I will not forgive your mistake," Isabel said.

"En." Brunhilde nodded, as if conniving at the girl's waywardness.

"It's your fault that you missed the throw."

"kindness."

"Izzy, do you feel a little quieter?" Brunhilde said suddenly.

Isabelle looked around warily.

After she came to the throne, she left only a few maids, and there were no lovers and concubines left by the kings of the past. Compared with the extravagance of the previous king, the Rose Palace is as deserted as a monastery.

But even so, it was too quiet here. On the way back, I didn't see any servants or soldiers, as if everything was asleep.

It's like the sleeping palace of Sleeping Beauty in fairy tales.

And they are just travelers who have strayed here.

A silver arrow suddenly shot towards Isabel! !

Brunhilde quickly pulled Isabelle behind her. She removed the huge black cello case, and the silver arrow pierced half a centimeter into the case but could not penetrate further.

Isabel looked up at the direction the arrow came from.

The black robe flutters above the platinum-golden palace, and the face is hidden under the black robe.The right arm of the man in black is fixed with a gold-plated penis.

And on the back of his bare|exposed hand, there is a black flame emblem, like a devil's code word.

"It's the Ringwraith." Brunhild looked at the man in black and said.

Isabel looked at the black figure standing on top of the huge white palace.

"what is that!"

The huge black python slowly climbed up from behind the shadow, and the stones collapsed where it passed.Neither Isabel nor Brunhilde had ever seen such a huge python.

The [-]-meter-long body seems to be able to crush the entire royal palace.

"Jomungard," Isabel said.

It was Jormungandr, the fabled Serpent of the Atrium.

In Norse mythology, the earthly Jormungandr, which surrounds the whole world, can even hold its own tail when it stretches its body.

After its father Loki was imprisoned in the kingdom of the dead, it sank in the endless deep sea and never appeared again for thousands of years.

But now this legendary giant beast has appeared in the world again!

Brunhilde opened the black piano case, and quickly pulled out the crossed epee from the piano case.She stood in front of Isabel, just as she swore back then.

——Since then, my sword will always be there for you.

The huge python suddenly rushed towards Isabel, Brunhilde raised his sword, and the double roses on the crossed epee were entwined on the tempered steel pattern.

The epee cut on the hard scales of the giant python like ice flame quenching.

The wind slowly blew the black robe of the man in black on the Holy Rose King Hall, and he just stood there quietly watching, his eyes indifferent.

The scales on the back of the giant python are extremely hard, even with all your strength, the sword cannot penetrate it.Brunhilde looked at the soft muscle under the python's neck that didn't cover any scales.She grasped the giant python's dorsal fin with her hand, and the huge dorsal fin had intricate patterns like metal.

The huge monster frantically swung its upper body and smashed its entire upper body towards the Holy Rose Palace on the side. Brunhilde was slammed into the white brick roof under the huge impact force. On the ground, the blue-white marble collapsed, and Brunhilde felt that his ribs were almost shattered under the violent impact.But she was still holding on to the python's dorsal fin.

Disgusted by the weight on the dorsal fin, the giant python slammed its upper body between the buildings of the Holy Rose Palace almost maniacally.Brunhilde, on the other hand, was still just clutching his dorsal fin tightly.

Yermungandr, one of Loki's third sons, is a monster that should only wake up in the last days, but he returns at this moment.

It was an existence that was supposed to fight a god, but was confronted by a mortal.

In front of such monsters that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, mortals are just children who are overwhelmed.

Isabel looked up at the man in black on the royal palace, his black robe curled up in the wind, like a battle flag about to unfold in the end.

He just watched quietly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"What do you want!" Isabel yelled at the man in black.If he wanted them to die, then he would not delay with them at all, their strength was so weak that it was almost worthless in front of the giant python.

But he could procrastinate, they couldn't, and Brunhilde really... couldn't hold on.

"I can give you whatever you want! Let Xiaode go!!"

The man in black seemed to have just noticed Isabel's existence, and cast his gaze in front of Isabel lightly.

"Ants," he said.

The huge python raised its ugly head, and the man in black walked on top of it. The python then lowered its body and sent the man in black to the ground.

The wind gently blows the robe of the man in black, and under the hood of the ring spirit's black robe is an almost handsome young man's face.It's just that his lips are almost blue and white, and his skin is so transparent that it is almost colorless, pale and fragile.

"You are Queen Isabel of Vana?"

"Yes!" Isabel replied, she raised her head slightly, and looked directly at the sickly and cold boy.

"You are the one who has the pupils of Dusk Burn in Guerweger's prophecy," the boy said.

"So what?" Isabel replied.

"My father will be reborn in your body." He said, and he slowly put his hands on Isabel's chest. The skin on his hands was also white and almost transparent, and blue blood vessels could even be seen.

But the indelible Burning Flame Emblem on the back of his hand was as red as the blood soaked into the soul.

"And I want the blood on the tip of your heart."

—He shall return, and when he returns, he shall sacrifice millions of dead souls and the blood of the gods.

——He shall return, and when he returns, all living beings shall kneel down and worship him.