Twilight War

02

Arthur Empire.

The heavy metal door of the military intelligence department on the first floor of the Golden Palace was pushed open, and the man was still wearing cold armor. The chilling aura on his body brought in the cold breath of Asgard, which had been isolated from the military intelligence department for many years.

Tang De, who was leaning on the chair and drinking afternoon tea leisurely, turned the swivel chair and looked at Weir who walked in, "What's the matter?" His long legs wrapped in military uniform rested on the armrest on one side.

"There's a python," said Weir.

"The giant snake was finally fished out of the abyss." Tang De said with a smile.

In mythology, the giant python sleeping in the endless deep sea was once fished out of the sea by the powerful god Thor.

"But none of us are Thor. In the myth, only Thor can kill the giant python. It is a monster that only gods can kill." Weir, "mortals are nothing but ants in front of him."

That is an existence that only gods are qualified to fight against, and anyone else in front of it is like a child challenging the Hydra python, as insignificant as dust that can be easily crushed.

03

The corridor of the side hall of the Holy Rosary King Hall is very long, with railings, shrines, railings, shrines...

Her father is obviously promiscuous|promiscuous and absurd, but he placed these god-related tokens everywhere in the Palace of the Holy Rose King.

Her mother and queen have long been imprisoned in a monastery-like side hall, while her father and king hang out with the glamorous Mrs. Shimi all day long.

Isabelle ran along the corridor disregarding the princess's etiquette.

Her queen mother was so tender and beautiful even in captivity, and she kissed her soot-gray hair every time she visited her.

She would say, almost fondly, Izzy, my one and only, my child.

Her eyes are always so gentle, almost sad, like white roses.But Isabel was always worried that her mother would suddenly wither in this dark palace without knowing when.

It's almost here, and she's going to the side hall soon. She wants to tell her mother that she is very good today, and she also tells her that she can choose her own knight soon. At that time, she can have the right to inherit the throne, and she will definitely Bring the mother out of captivity in the side chapel.

She ran along the corridor like a light robin.

Suddenly, she saw the woman in white jumping gently from the highest holy window in the side hall!

The corners of the white skirt flicker, and the scattered red roses dye the white steps red.That woman is beautiful, and even her death is beautiful and poetic, falling from the tall window like a white rose withering.

And she stood there blankly, watching her withered mother fall in front of her.

Then everything was chaotic, she seemed to be running forever on the corridor where the shrine was placed, just running like that, without end.Nor is there a withered woman...

However, everything swept over her like a tide, the black burial coffin, the woman's skirt hanging down in the withered roses.

The glamorous Mrs. Cimi presented a bouquet of Cimi flowers in front of her mother's tomb, and she smiled when she passed her.

——The queen may have committed suicide because of hereditary mental illness.

——We are afraid that the princess will also have this problem. It is best to send her away from Corinth and provide her with a resting environment, which is also good for her.

——We are doing this for the sake of His Majesty and the Princess.

Wang Dian's royal physicians spoke one by one, but she didn't even have the strength to refute.

So the old carriage slowly drove out from Corinth and headed towards the distant Saint-Michel Abbey of Mount Saint-Michel.

The pale young man put his hand on Isabel's chest, and said softly in an almost cold voice, "Sleep, girl, what else, remember them all, the ones you don't want to think of the most, the ones that hurt the most Yes. When you sleep in the deepest part of your dream, you never wake up again."

Brunhilde behind him was still entangled with the giant python, and she knew that if she wanted to end this battle, she had to get rid of this monster.

She landed on the towering palace of the Holy Rose King, and the boulders around her collapsed.But she still held the cross holy sword and looked coldly at the giant python in front of her.

She knew that in front of the giant python, she was just an existence that could be crushed at will.

However, she couldn't back down. When she knelt down on one knee and swore in front of Isabel that year, she never backed down again.She will protect it with her own body.

Holding the cross holy sword in front of her body, she looked straight into the huge and terrifying eyes of the giant python. There seemed to be hell in its eyes, and the cold black was like eroded bones.

It seems that as long as you look into such eyes, you can no longer escape, you will be pulled to the deepest part of hell, and there is the same as the eyes of the giant python, even time is frozen, and everything is still.

There is no birth and no death.

And you can only fall, endless fall, the golden deep sea, burning peacefully.

Brünhilde plunged from the top of the palace and thrust his sword hard into the serpent's right eye.Blood flowed from its eyes, and the giant python let out a huge roar, which seemed to be able to shatter the sky and the earth.

Years of the Reformation had left the Abbey of Saint-Michel like a fortified island, where she too would wither.

Never-ending chanting, never-ending prayer.

Here she was withered, quietly, a politically insignificant victim in this remote monastery.

The Saint-Michel Abbey is located on the remote and remote Saint-Michel Island. Half of the day, the road connecting the mainland will be covered by the tide, and the other half of the time the tide will recede. The river bank is quiet and beautiful, but it will distract travelers at any time devour.

The carriage full of goods disappears without a trace in the quicksand like gold in an instant. It is a thrilling burial. The whole process is long and terrifying. There is no way to struggle or escape. You can only watch yourself being swallowed by the quicksand bit by bit. .

The ancient Roman-style choir platform has collapsed for half a century, but no one has repaired it. The yellow and white Gothic-style column forest, everything is bleak and old.

The rose window in the center of the monastery has no gorgeous stained glass, only a magnificent and majestic outline.

"your Highness!"

"your Highness!"

Dozens of nuns and priests kept running around in St. Michel's Abbey, looking for the princess who should have appeared in the chanting room. In the ancient Romanesque hall, the annoying nuns kept running with their black skirts on their hands. , black shoes on the corridors paved in the middle ages.

"your Highness!"

The Quiet Monastery, which has been adhering to meditation, strict and simple ascetic life, is as lively as a frenzied market, and everyone is looking for the disappeared princess.

And Isabel just sat on top of the towering church, watching those people running in a panic with a blank face, no one knew how she climbed to such a high place, and at this moment, she seemed to have nothing to do with all the panic below the hall. Sitting on the stone railing in the center of the church, she hid in the shadows by the huge rose window.Holding a painted fairy tale book in his hand, a thin calf dangled gently under it.

——This sinister spell will indeed be fulfilled, but the princess can save the day.She will not die, but just fall into a coma, and she will sleep for 100 years.

"Why are you here?" Suddenly someone grabbed her clothes, Isabel exclaimed, and the people behind immediately covered her mouth.

"No... don't call, I... I'm just a helper in the monastery, I came in to deliver... things, I saw you sitting here, so I came up too."

It was a little boy with a dirty body. The short hair was covered with dust and the original color could not be seen. It could only be slightly recognized as a color similar to brown.

"How did you get here?" Isabel said coldly, she was not very happy that another person knew of her exclusive place, and it was a commoner boy with such a low status.

"Climbed it," said the boy.

"Don't tell anyone I'm here," she said, "And don't touch me!"

"Okay, okay." The boy let go of Isabel's skirt and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Isabel was still looking down at the book of fairy tales, while the little boy hid aside, staring at Isabel in a daze, occasionally lowering his head to look at the fingers that had just grabbed the corner of Isabel's skirt. "...you, what are you looking at?" the little boy asked a little scared.

"Princess Rose" Isabel put the cover up so that the little boy could see clearly that the beautiful princess on the cover was lying on the bed and sleeping.

"I've never heard of it..." the little boy said weakly.

"It's "Sleeping Beauty". This is another name for it, and it's called this name in Charles Perrault's "The Story of Mother Goose." Isabel said.

"Still haven't heard of..."

"Haven't you read fairy tales?" asked Isabelle.

The little boy shook his head.

"Didn't your mother tell you?" Isabel frowned and asked with a look of disgust.

"I, I don't have a mother"

Isabel was still just flipping through the book and didn't answer for a long time. Her smoky gray hair was like gray mist in the backlight of the rose window. At the highest point of the towering church hall, the young girl was sitting in the most hidden corner.

From the huge rose window, the strange light shines on the interior of the whole church, flickering, mottled light and shadow, as if in a lifetime.

"Oh." Finally she just said, and then continued to look down at the book, with no expression on her face, no sympathy or sadness.

"What about you? Did your mother tell you?" the little boy asked with bright eyes.

"En." Isabel just kept her head down and read the book.

"Can you tell me about this fairy tale? I'd love to hear it," the little boy asked.

Isabel handed the book to the little boy.

"I... can't read."

Isabel took the book back as if she was disgusted, and then still looked at it to herself, ignoring the little boy beside her.

She lowered her head and looked at it for a long time, and the little boy stayed beside her without saying a word, neither speaking nor moving, just staring blankly.

"Your hair is blond." Isabel suddenly looked up at the little boy and said, her expression was still cold, with a bit of pride.

"...What's the matter?" The little boy weakly tugged at his hair, which had been hidden in the dirt and couldn't see its original color, as if he was afraid of being hated by girls because of it.

"I like gold." Isabel looked at the little boy and said, then lowered her head, "My mother used to have a dog named Brunhilde, and its color was gold."

"Oh, it's pretty." The little boy said with a little yearning. "I really hope to see you."

"It's dead." Isabel said lightly. "My father had a lover, and she said she didn't like that Brunhilde, so my father told me to lock up Brunhilde and never appear in front of his lover again, which I did, but at last In the end Brunhilde was poisoned to death."

"Oh, you... don't be sad... I, I..."

"I can read it to you, but from now on you will be my Brunhilde." Isabel was obviously a little shorter than the little boy, but her eyes seemed to be condescending, full of arrogance and willfulness.

"...Okay." said the little boy.

"Swear." Isabel looked at the little boy like a noble queen.

"Huh?" The little boy looked at Isabel in confusion.

"Swear to be my knight."

"I... don't know how to say it..." He was from the lower district, and the knighthood or something could never have anything to do with him. He had only heard the legend of the knight canonized by the king in the bard's ballad. "I can only remember a rough idea."

In the ballad, the knight knelt before the king, presented his sword, and swore eternal loyalty and never betrayed.

"Well, you sure are dumber than Brunhilde," she said.

"I will teach you." Isabel held the book in her hand and opened a page at random, "Kneel down!"

The little boy knelt down obediently in the shadow of the huge rose window, and he looked up at the girl in the light and shadow of the rose window who looked like the holy angel Gabriel.

"Now I will swear by the Holy Bible of the Vanir Empire," said Isabel, "and this man will be my knight."

"That's just a book of fairy tales, not the holy bible of the Vana Empire." The little boy said weakly.

Isabel looked at the "Princess Rose" fairy tale book in her hand with a guilty conscience. She didn't know if using a fairy tale book to swear would be effective, but she immediately regained the pride and willfulness of a princess, "I said yes. .”

"Now I will swear by the Holy Bible of the Vanir Empire," said the boy. "I will be your knight."

- "I promise that he will always share in my glory and glory."

"I will promise that I will serve her forever and make her my master."

— "I promise he will always have his place at my table."

"I promise I will always be loyal to her, I will fight for her, I will bleed for her, I will die for her."

——"I promise that I will never doubt him, and I will always trust him."

"I promise I will always be naked to her, never cheat or hold back."

——"I will match you with my coat of arms, and engrave your sword with two roses."

"I will wear your coat of arms forever, engrave my sword with double roses, and my sword exists only to protect you."

——"In the name of Isabelle Niord, the eldest daughter of Louis XI of the Vaner Empire and Queen Catherine, the future Queen of the Vaner Empire."

"Swear by Brunhilde."

Isabel and the boy read together, the immature voice echoed in the empty church, but it was like the decree of the gods.

"Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit, Holy Son."

"Please keep our oath, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."

The last light of dusk shines through the huge rose window, dappled with light and shadow, shining in the majestic Byzantine hall.

In the silhouette against the light, the proud and self-willed girl's white dress is dragging on the top of the huge church, hanging from the white carved railings, and she uses two fingers instead of the canonized sword to land on the boy's right shoulder.

The boy's hair color showed a faint golden color in the light from the rose window.

On the top of the bell tower of the church, the Archangel Saint-Michel holds a sharp sword and spreads his wings, protecting the land of the Vana Empire and supervising all the sacred oaths.

From the top of Mont Saint-Michel, one can overlook the endless quicksand below, and only fifteen kilometers away can you see the sea water of the Auer Sea.The undercurrent inside the flat and smooth quicksand will slide like a snake, entangle people's legs, and tourists who cannot pull out their legs in a panic will be swallowed by the quicksand.

04

Isabel slowly read the picture book in her hand, her smoky hair was like morning mist.

——Since then, many princes have come to explore. They overcame thorns and thorns and wanted to go through the hedge to the palace, but they all failed. Clinging to them was as hard as getting out, and they all died painfully in the end.

Bards passing by outside the church sang medieval ballads, in which knights slay dragons bravely.

Brunhilde pulled out the long sword, the thick blood was like red rose juice, and the giant python was still howling violently.She turned and jumped onto its back. The scales are as hard as metal. Only God can create such a thing. On each scale, there are complicated and beautiful patterns, like the water patterns of the deep sea, beautiful and powerful.

The giant python opened its huge mouth, and each tooth was like a sharp epee, capable of tearing everything in front of it at any time. It turned violently, and yanked the knight off its body with its teeth.

It was not a god who created it, but a demon, a demon who came from the deepest part of hell with a vengeful will.

Brunhilde was thrown to the ground severely, and a huge wound was torn out on his right arm by the teeth of the giant python. Blood dripped on the white marble like red rose petals.There was a blurred red in her eyes, which was the phenomenon after the retina received a severe impact, and she was still struggling to open her eyes, but her whole body seemed to be crushed and unable to move.

Lying here, she might be killed by the giant python at any time.She is too weak, so weak that she can't even protect her beloved girl.

The blind python looked for its target.The huge long tail swept down the steeple of the Holy Rosary Palace.

She seemed to think back to the time when she was very young.She is the child of a prostitute in the lower block, she doesn't have her own surname, and she can only live like an ant in the dirty gutters of the lower block.

Her hair is blonde, but so what?Her hair will always be dusty.

But everything was different from that day on, she would never forget every detail of that day, she said she was a helper, but she wasn't at all, she was just a thief who sneaked in to steal things.

She watched those ridiculous nuns running in a panic in the monastery built in the middle ages, looking for the princess they were talking about.

Will there be a princess here too?

how can that be possible?This is Mount Saint-Michel far away from Corinth. Apart from this old, solemn and disciplined monastery, there is nothing worthy of praise on the whole mountain.

How could there be a princess here?

It's not favored, maybe even abandoned.She bet that the princess is definitely not good-looking, not even as good as the prostitute on the corner of the street, and she must have a bad personality, an unflattering child.

Otherwise, how could it be sent to such a remote place.

Then at the moment when she was about to leave, she saw the girl in the shadow of the huge rose window, the white skirt hanging down from the carved railing, and a thin calf hanging down gently.

Her prostitute mother once told her that the most beautiful thing in the church of St. Michael's Abbey is the rose window. Its designer spent half his life designing the angle of light and shadow projection.

When people are praying in the church, the light from the huge rose window will make people think that they have seen the God who came to the world.

And she just curled her lips in disdain all the time, where is there any God?

No matter how grand the light and shadow are, they are just illusions.

But at that moment, she thought she had seen the Virgin Gabriel, the legendary six-winged seraphim, who entrusted the birth of the Son Jesus to the Virgin Mary.

No, not Gabriel, and Gabriel is just an angel serving in front of the throne of God. Such a girl should not serve anyone, not even God.

Mottled and unclear light shines through the rose window. In the strange and sacred light, the girl in the white lace dress gently flips the pages of the book in her hands. In the silhouette against the light, her silhouette is as beautiful as an illusion.

Brunhilde clenched her teeth, she could feel the ribs in her chest break, but she still stood up staggeringly, supporting her body with the holy cross.She looked at the white naked|exposed soft flesh on the neck of the giant python, only there was no scales covering it, only by attacking there could it be possible to kill the giant python.

But it is completely impossible to directly attack its neck like this, she has to wait, wait for an opportunity, wait for the giant python to attack her actively, only in this way can she stab her sword into the giant python's throat.

Her sword is called Durandal, the Sword of the Son.This sword is a legendary sword like King Arthur's Sword in the Stone and Siegfried's Barumuk.Durandal was forged by the legendary elves. Its first owner was Roland, one of the twelve holy knights bestowed by Frank Charlemagne. Durandal's sword was forged with the blood of the Holy Son.

This sword is also known as the sword of eternity, and the sword body is indestructible, which means "the blade of immortality".

And Brunhilde still remembers how Isabel gave her the sword. For this sword, Isabel attacked the already declining southern Saladin, and asked their king to hand over the cross hidden deep in the palace. Hand over the holy sword.

Then she handed over the "Sword of the Son" to herself almost arrogantly, and said, "My knight must have a sword commensurate with her."

"Because your sword exists to protect me."

Isabel had already fallen into the pale boy's arms, and the boy put the red rose on her chest.

When the red rose turns white, Isabel will lose her heart forever.

Her soul will be annihilated in the illusion created by Jormungandr.

He hummed a medieval Celtic ballad softly, his voice mournful and low.

—My girl, what do you see?

——My maiden, your wedding dress is woven with blood.

—My maiden, the robin brings a red rose.