Twilight War

06

"Jomungandr, who has been sleeping for thousands of years, has also appeared in the world, and I am afraid that the final Ragnarok is coming soon." Weier subconsciously said while holding the sword in his hand.

"How much do you know about Ye Mengjia?" Tang De asked.

"A guy who has been sleeping for thousands of years, how could anyone understand it." Weil said.

"Last time, Your Highness received a letter from the Black Widow related to Yemengard, and there was a Tarot card in the letter." Tang De pushed a Tarot card in front of Weir.

It's the "Magician," the number one card in the Major Arcana.

The magician in red holds up the scepter and casts spells in front of everyone.

And around his waist was a white snake with its tail in its mouth.

"This snake is the symbol of Yermungandr." Tang De said, "Ouroboros means infinity, reincarnation and reincarnation. It is said that when Yermungandr was imprisoned in the deep sea, because his body was too huge, all the snakes It can hold its own tail and even surround the entire atrium."

"And he also has a symbol of reincarnation on his head," Weir continued.

"There are holy swords, holy grails, scepters, and pentagrams on his table, and he is casting spells in front of everyone, as if to pray for the power of heaven."

"I don't think the Ringwraiths believe in the power of heaven. Their only belief is Emperor Loki, but Loki is a demon from hell." Weir said.

"So what exactly does this card represent?" Will asked.

"The most frightening thing about Yemengarde is not its huge size, but its ability to create illusions."

"Illusion?"

"The holy sword, holy grail, scepter, and pentagram in front of him symbolize the four elements, similar to Donghuang's five elements, which are the elements that make up everything in the world."

"And he is the ruler of these elements. With these elements, he can turn the illusion into reality. The spell he really casts on everyone is the illusion..."

"And the magician is a card that connects the major arcana card and the minor arcana card, just like the point of the ouroboros. The magician holds the scepter in his right hand to point to the sky, and the index finger in his left hand to point to the ground, symbolizing It’s also connecting.”

"He connects a person's past and present like our ouroboros, and he can bring you back to the past. The past and present are like the head and tail of our ouroboros." Tang De said: "However, if you sink into In the illusion created by him, you will never be able to get out, and will be trapped in this infinite cycle forever. And if you were killed in the 'past', you will also be killed in the 'now'."

"The cycle of fortune telling, the never-ending memories." Tang De looked at the cards in his hand and said, his tone was filled with great sorrow, as if pitying someone, "You will be swallowed by your 'past',"

"What about roses?" Will said. "What do roses represent?"

There is a large red rose in front of the magician on that card.

"Have you heard of a book in the Middle Ages? "The Philosopher's Rose Garden." Tang De said.

Will shook his head.

"It was written by Arnold Villanova, considered by his contemporaries to be the greatest physician in history, who used the principles of alchemy to refine potions.

He believes that common base metals are sick metals, and if the four-element theory of alchemy is used, the sick base metals can be cured and turned into perfect and healthy metals—gold. "

"Or to put it another way: the most perfect metal will be reborn in the base metal."

And their emperor will be reborn in the body of the guilty...

—My maiden, where is the red rose?

—worn on your bosom at a funeral...

06

The storm swept across the entire Mont Saint-Michel, and the tide overflowed the wide causeway, completely turning Mont Saint-Michel into an island in the sea.It is said that the tide of Mont Saint-Michel can reach 48 miles per hour at the fastest time, which can catch up with the knight on the horse, so the tide here is also known as "chasing the knight".

Huge thunder rumbled through the entire sky, and purple lightning flashed through the rain, illuminating the gray-white walls of Michelle Monastery into a pale color.

The nuns hid in the monastery and kept praying, they recited chapters of the Bible.

Even though it was daytime, it was as dark as night, making people faintly uneasy as if something was about to happen.

Isabel was once again locked in the side tower of the monastery, this time for transcribing passages from the Bible with passages from the Devil's Bible.

--No pale lies can deceive me, no dull dogma can bind me!I reject all rules that do not lead to actual victory and happiness.Under the powerful invasion, I raise the authority of the strong!With a sardonic and wrathful smile I wipe out all the terrible doctrines of hypocrites!Look at that cross, what does it represent?A bleak weakling hangs from a tree.

When she saw her scroll, the oldest nun in the monastery, Sister Aliena, looked at her with almost terrified eyes: You have been bewitched by the devil's son, you will eventually become darkness, and your soul will surely be thrown into the dark dusk die!

Isabel just looked at her contemptuously, it was better to be dark than to be as hypocritical as them.

It doesn't matter, anyway, she has been imprisoned here many times, they can always find various reasons to imprison her, can't they?

She was imprisoned not because she did anything wrong, but because she was too weak, she was not favored, and she had no rights.

In the name of a princess.

She played "Dream Wedding" over and over again on the dilapidated piano in the room.

This piano was already in this room before she came, but it was worn out and damaged and could not be played, occupying the space without any function, just like her, it was useless, it just occupied the title of the royal family in vain.

It took her a long time to fix the piano. Although there are still a lot of inaccurate notes, it can at least be used for practice.

In the crazy storm, she quietly played the piano music like lace in the room, as if there was no destructive wind and rain outside the window, only the gentle hazy wind blowing up the white palace window curtains, and the rose petals in the Palace of the Holy Rosary were blown away. Hanging down in the warm bedroom.

Suddenly she heard a knock on the long window of the high tower, and in the great thunder, that sound was drowned in the wind and rain like a sigh.

How could there be someone?This is the highest room in the monastery.

She opened the window, "Who?"

"Izzy..." The little boy was climbing outside almost weakly, the mud on the blond hair was washed off by the heavy rain and all stuck to his forehead, and the old clothes on his body were completely soaked, and he stepped on the ground with trembling calves. On the railing outside the monastery, the bloody hand was holding the window.

Isabel pulled the little boy back hard, the wind blew the glass windows of the monastery, and the black curtains were thrown into the room, blowing the torrential rain in, and the white gauze dress on Isabel was wet by the wind and rain.

Her physical strength has always been poor, and it is difficult to pull a child who is about her weight up. She bit her lower lip and grabbed the other hand of the little boy.

"Why did you come here?" Isabel asked the little boy.

"Come with me," said the little boy. "I saw another group of people came here today. The leader was a woman in a black cloak. I saw her enter Sister Aliena's room. Sister Aliena called She stings Mrs. Mi."

Is that woman?

The woman who took everything from her mother and bewitched her father.

Now this woman is afraid to come and kill her.

"Where can I go?" Isabel said with a chuckle.

"Anywhere is better..." he said, anywhere is better than here.

"I am a princess! I cannot abandon my royal family and my blood."

"Come with me... Izzy... come with me..." He half-kneeled in front of Isabel, he didn't know what to say, he just wanted to take his princess away, but he was too stupid, he was really too Stupid, he can't say anything other than 'come with me', he doesn't know anything about royal blood, he just knows that his princess will die if she stays here.

How could he watch his princess die in front of him, he wanted to take his princess away, as long as he left here.

"We can go far, far, far away," he said, "far away from here, and not be found by anyone..."

He is her knight, and he wants to take her to escape, but he has no horse or cart.

His princess is beautiful and delicate, but his clothes are shabby...

"Izzy..."

"I'm not going," Isabel said.

"You," she said, "hide in the closet immediately, and don't come out no matter what happens! They will take me away, and you will leave immediately, taking advantage of the wind and rain. Don't be discovered by anyone."

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, fragmented but inexplicably orderly.

Like a spirit team walking in a cemetery.They held faint blue candles, their black skirts hung down, their faces were as pale as ghosts, and they sang ancient and terrifying songs.

Isabelle quickly pushed Brunhilde into the cabinet and opened the door.

"Long time no see, my lovely Princess Rose." Mrs. Shimi said to her standing at the door, her beautiful face was instantly illuminated by the pale lightning, her red robe was stained with blood, and there was a strange burning mark painted on her forehead. Fire Emblem.

"What are you doing here?" Isabel raised her head to look at Mrs. Smell. She was not tall, but her aura seemed to be contemptuous of a mature and beautiful woman who was as beautiful as a ripe sage flower.

"My princess, I have to tell you a sad thing. Your father, the great Louis XI, tragically died yesterday. He died with honor, in the Chamber of Parliament, before the table There is also a map of the battle against the Arthur Empire." Madam Shimi said sadly.

"He died in your bed." Isabel looked at Madam Sumi almost mockingly.

"Children who talk like that won't be liked by grown-ups," she said.

Isabel's chin was lifted by Mrs. Thorme, and Mrs. Thorme looked into her eyes, which became the pupils of the dusk burn.It is said that when Isabel was born, those eyes seemed to burn the entire evening.

The High Priest of Gulveig Shouts that the Sinner who brings all evil has come!

...What a disgusting look.

Madam Shimi thought.

"Take her to take a bath and change clothes." Mrs. Thame said to the two nuns beside her, she lowered her eyes almost coquettishly, a little arrogant but also a little pitiful.

She turned around and walked in the deep corridor of the monastery, the gray stone walls were illuminated by the dim lights in every corner.The red robe hangs down on the stone slab of the eighteenth century, like the brightest and most sinful touch in the gray monastery.

Isabel didn't struggle, she quietly followed Mrs. Smell.

The girl with smoky gray hair bare|barefooted on the cold stone steps. She was wearing a white lace dress like a singing girl, with a crown of thorns on her head.

The nuns in black and white nun clothes retreated one by one when she walked up the [-]-meter-long gray aisle, lined up beside her, bowing their heads almost piously, holding candlestick flames in their hands, and chanting almost insane prayers.

"Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world, have mercy on us."

"All the kingdoms of the world, universal authority, all glory belongs to you forever."

"Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world, grant us peace."

"We proclaim your death, we sing of your resurrection, and we look forward to your glorious coming."

Isabel looked almost indifferently at the devout believers on the left and right. The woman in red at the altar at the end of the aisle turned her upper body and looked back at her, beautiful and pious.

"The Lamb of God has stepped onto the altar and Mass has begun," she said.

"In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit." Mrs. Zimmer drew a sign of the cross on her chest.

"Amen." All the nuns also drew a sign of the cross on their chests. They lowered their brows and looked down like the most devout saints.

Mrs. Thorme made Elivi lie on the altar. Under the light of the holy lamp, her smoky hair was like melting silver, the crown of thorns was hard and cold, and her holy white lace dress hung down from the altar.

"What are you going to do?" She asked Madam Sumi coldly.

"My lamb, my rose, I will offer you to my Lord," she said, "and then you will be with him."

"You want to dedicate me to God? I didn't expect you to believe in God." Isabel looked at Mrs. Shimi viciously.

"It's not a god. What you will be dedicated to is a being more noble than a god—the emperor, you will be dedicated to him. The blood of a god is only worthy of being his sacrificial lamb." Madam Shimi said, the flame on her forehead Like fresh blood, beautiful and sinful, "Originally, I wanted to combine with your father to give birth to a more noble existence to dedicate to the emperor. Although your father has been abandoned by the gods, his child and I must be together." Will be loved by the Emperor."

"But your useless father left nothing for me," she said, "so I can only use you, who is already crippled, as a sacrificial lamb to the emperor."

"It's a naughty child, but...that's all..." she said.

The most perfect metals will be reborn in base metals.

And their emperor will be reborn in the body of the guilty...

Isabel was lying on the hard altar, her blood started to run cold.She remembered the sacrificial ceremony recorded in the dark bible.

——The lamb on the sacrificial altar is mortal. For thousands of years, countless people tried to awaken Emperor Loki, hoping to gain his power. Dark rituals were held time and time again, each time ending in blood.

——And the person who performs the ceremony must also exchange his own soul, and from then on he becomes the servant of the flame and the servant of Loki.The flames spread to the backs of their hands, and finally, the flame emblem was engraved on their foreheads and could no longer be erased.That's their brand.

——From then on, "Slave of the Ring" became their name, they were slaves of the ring, and they only obeyed the orders of the ring.When the emperor returns, the 'slave slaves' are the emperor's servants, and they will take revenge in the name of the emperor...

The flames in the black hanging furnace ignited one after another, and gray smoke rose from the red flames.

Mrs. Thame was still singing pious prayers.

The cold horn was blown, and the drums sounded like metal impact.

The girls in the choir were blindfolded, and blood leaked from the gauze covering their eyes, like red rose petals, and their voices were ethereal and hazy.

"The love of the Father, the grace of Christ, and the gift of the Holy Spirit be with you."

— "And with yours."

May the Father and Christ grant you grace and peace. "

——"I also give it to you."

"May the Lord be with you." Mrs. Shimi raised her right hand, and the red flame was like blood.She is like a missionary priest and a praying bishop, devout and respectful.

"Also with you." They raised their right hands one after another, and the strange and mysterious flame emblem slowly appeared on the back of their hands, and the flame was still burning on the back of their hands, burning into blood, into Meat.

They were dressed in black and white nuns' attire, with solemn and holy expressions.

Everything began to become turbulent, like a passing river, weird and enchanting, like a banshee dancing under the moon, their toes pointing to the ground, their skirts swirling, silvery coldness flowing from their fingertips.

Mrs. Thorme sprinkled the holy water on Isabel, still chanting the eulogy, just when she was about to sprinkle the holy water on Isabel's forehead, Isabel suddenly took out a dagger from under her body, and stabbed Mrs. Thorme's chest viciously , but at the moment when he was about to pierce, Mrs. Cimi grabbed her wrist, and her arm was pinched in pain, as if it was about to shatter.

That's not the arm strength that a normal woman should have. "I said that the emperor gave me strength, and he will also give me rebirth."

Isabel yelled suddenly, burning pain appeared all over her body.Cracks like molten gold appeared on her body, as if she had become melted metal.

The fissures of molten gold quickly appeared and then disappeared, and her skin began to carbonize, which is a phenomenon that the human body can only appear at extremely high temperatures, and no one can survive at such high temperatures.

The dagger in her hand melted into molten iron under the high temperature, and quickly condensed into a solid when it fell on the cold altar.

The young girl endured the burning pain of carbonization in her body. She struggled on the altar, and the white lace gauze dress in the center of the crack was burned to ashes under the high temperature.The girl's plain white body under the lace dress is beautiful and slender, but it is slowly covered by ugly molten gold cracks.It was an almost bizarre beauty.

The destruction of beauty is itself another kind of beauty.

Burning flames, broken marks from molten gold.