Twilight War

08

Stay in the past forever?Stay in those best times...

From then on, there is no longer any worry and sadness, only those time like flowing silver.Now that we already know the road ahead, why continue to move forward.

Isabel looked down at the hourglass in her hand, the silver light was like fine sand, the hourglass stopped leaking, so everything was suspended.

It's a great promise, isn't it?

This is simply the greatest gift that God can bestow on the world.

As long as she wants, she can go back in time, go back to that long corridor, and go back to that rose window.

Like a turtle sticking its head out and knowing the cruelty of this world, it retracts its shell again and never comes out again.

She could remain forever in the dream of Princess Rose, the fairy-tale princess who takes up her spindle and falls asleep.

Then all will be still, like the returned king and queen, and the horses in the stable, and the dogs in the yard, and the pigeons on the roof; and even the fire in the hearth will cease to burn. fell asleep.

But she knew the truth of the story, didn't she?

The bloody and brutal truth.

She still remembers that when she was sitting on the ground flipping through the heavy and beautiful book of fairy tales, her mad mother gently combed her hair behind her.

Her smoky gray hair was like silk in a woman's hands.

The woman was humming a song while telling her a real fairy tale.

The prince who cut the thorns took possession of Princess Rose's country and robbed her of everything in her sleep.

She said to the girl: "My girl, my Izzy, even fairy tales in this world are stained with blood.

But it’s not that a real princess has never experienced blood and filth, but that when blood and filth stand in front of her, she can calmly and proudly trample over everything..."

And she is the rose princess of Vana, she is named after Niord, the noble god of Vana and ruler of the sea, and she has the blood of Gulveig in her body.

She is the most honorable princess in the world.

Always stay in the best of times?

It was a good promise...but she didn't want it.

She smiled slightly and crushed the hourglass in her hand.

In an instant, the silver sand in the hourglass scattered into the air like a streamer.

The torrential rain raged, the tide rose and fell, Mrs. Shimi stabbed the dagger in her hand, and everything began to pass away.

The pale and sickly young man looked at her almost in amazement, and the corners of Isabel's mouth slowly curved into a chuckle.

—Maybe I will die, but no one can keep me in the past.

The blond boy struggled to rush out of the quicksand. No one knew how he escaped. He took out the dagger that had been hidden by his side and stabbed Madam Shimi viciously.

Blood flowed from Mrs. Stammy's heart, the almost thick red color was diluted in the heavy rain, and the blood flowed along the dagger to the boy's hand.Cold and warm.

The black tide flooded over the fallen corpses, and the storm raged on the Mont Saint-Michel, just like the night when the god sent the oracle thousands of years ago.

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.

She will not be afraid of the road ahead, because she knows her knights will fight her way.

09

Brunhild looked at the last touch of red on the rose on Isabel's heart, and she seemed to have returned to that night many years ago.

She watched her princess standing calmly and stubbornly in front of Mrs. Smell, her white gauze skirt was wet by the rain, her smoky gray hair was like smoke meeting water in the torrential rain, and her eyes were like thousand-year-old amber.

She is going to die, but she is so beautiful...

I will pledge that I will serve her forever and make her my master.

——Since then, my sword will always fight for you.

Brunhilde stabbed the python fiercely with the dagger hidden in his body, and the great pain made the python entangled even tighter.But Brunhilde still inserted the dagger hard and then slid down hard along the cracks in the scales.

The oppressive feeling of suffocation brought her close to the edge of death.

But, only by death can one live.

Finally, in an instant, the python loosened a tiny gap, and Brunhild hit the python's stabbed eye hard.

She jumped off the serpent's snake god and quickly rushed towards the pale and fragile teenager, the giant python chased after her, and its sharp teeth attacked her.

But she has no intention of turning back...

—I promise I will always be true to her, I will fight for her, I will bleed for her, I will die for her.

—I will live for her and I will die for her.

The dagger pierced the pale and sickly boy's heart, and the boy looked back at Brunhilde in disbelief.The rose in Isabel's heart instantly turned red again, as if soaked in blood.

Isabel slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were like amber that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Everything slowly disappeared, the huge snake beast, the pale and anemic boy, the collapsed building.Everything seems to have never happened, everything is just an illusion.

Her knight arrived, and her knight slew the python and the boy, and woke her from her slumber.

Then the whole king city woke up again.

But Brunhilde suddenly fell down as if she could no longer support herself. Her wound stretched from her right shoulder to her abdomen, and her black windbreaker was stained black with blood.

Such a huge wound and a terrifying amount of blood loss should have made her faint long ago, but she has persisted until now.

— the Holy Spirit.holy father.Son.

——Please supervise our oath, your will is done on earth as it is done in heaven.

10

The blond boy froze in place. It wasn't his first contact with death, but this was his first time as a killer.He still seems to be able to feel the blood flowing down the dagger and onto his hand, lingering, like a demon's touch.

In the heavy rain, the girl in white skirt came up to her and held his hand, "If this is a sin, I will bear it with you," she said.

The girl rode on the red horse brought by Madam Shimi, and she stretched out her hand to the little boy, "Would you like to follow me?"

——Maybe the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, maybe once you set off, you can never turn back.

Even knowing that... are you going to follow me?

The little boy held the girl's hand and was pulled onto the horse by her.

The red horse is walking on the long embankment that has been covered by the tide, as if walking on the water.

The girl's white skirt brushed across the water, and the black tide reflected the girl's white figure and the entire black sky under the heavy rain.

As long as the moon is at its highest point and the tide is over all the roads, no one will be able to overtake them.

On a stormy night, the princess fled.

11

Arthur Empire, Golden Palace, Military Intelligence Department.

Tang De and Weier looked at the Tarot card with solemn expressions, as if they wanted to judge the fate of the entire empire from this card.

"The big snake Yermungad that surrounds the atrium also woke up from the mud bed on the seabed, writhing its huge body, its long tail set off huge waves that engulfed the mountains in the atrium, and the sea water rushed straight to the sky of the "Kingdom of the Gods".

From the mountain-like waves, the big snake raised its huge head, its body was covered with poisonous spots, and the breath from its mouth turned into flames that scorched the sky.

At this time, the legendary No.13 god Loki also broke free from the chains of eternal punishment and joined the camp against the gods. Fenrir, the giant wolf, followed him and ran to the kingdom of the gods together. "Vir slowly read the scene of Ragnarok recorded in the "Eda Fragments".

"What? Are you worried about the coming dusk?" Tang De asked with a smile.

"I was just thinking, shouldn't this be a war of the gods? But where are the gods?" Weir said, holding the sword in his hand, "Hel and Fenrir have been preparing for their father's return for thousands of years , and now Jormungandr is waking up from the mud bed under the sea. But what about the gods? Where are the gods?"

"Are you asking where the gods are? The world has asked this question too many times." Tang De took off his glasses and wiped them on his hands. His eyes were a little blurred after removing the eyes.

"But we are only mortals after all, but do we have to fight those things that can fight against the gods in the end?" Will asked.

"Don't we still have His Highness Wisper?" Tang De smiled, "Even if God is in front of His Highness, it should be nothing worth mentioning."

"Your Highness? No matter how powerful your Highness is, he can't compete with God," Weier frowned.

"Who knows? You and I are the closest people to His Highness, but neither you nor I dare to say that we really understand His Highness." Tang De took a sip of black tea slowly, the rich red color was like blood in the white cup. In bone china.

"Indeed, Ring Spirits may make mistakes, but His Highness will not." Weier said, "From the time I followed His Highness, I have never seen a person who is calmer than His Highness, and His Highness never made any mistakes even in the most critical moment. "

"I remember once His Royal Highness led only ten Templars to break out from a thousand lost people. The silver gun called Judgment made hell wherever it passed. When we cleaned up the battlefield, we found no survivors of the lost, and all the wounds were accurate and fatal," Weir said. "Just like real judgment, people who have been ordered to die have only death before God."

"It is indeed a powerful and terrifying existence." Tang De sighed softly. "Sometimes I even wonder if the body of His Highness is actually a human soul."

"Have you ever met ring slaves?" Tang De said, "If you stare into their eyes, you seem to be able to see hell from their eyes. They seem to have returned from hell. When they return, they will destroy everything."

"However, in His Highness's eyes, I see nothing, just like a god, indifferent and almost nothing, as if everything in front of him is not worth it, not worth existing, not even worth his destruction. Only a god can have it That unemotional look," Weir said.

"Your Highness does not make mistakes on the battlefield." Tang De smiled, "But not necessarily in other places, and it is the kind of mistake that can never be corrected once it is made."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Will frowned.

"Uncle, do you know why no girls like you?" Tang De turned the swivel chair, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Weier with a smile.

"I know." Weier nodded, his expression not very good.

"People always make mistakes a few times, such as uncontrollable liking, irremediable addiction, and irreversible loss." He said.

"Why make a mistake if you know it's a mistake?"

Tang De smiled almost bitterly, his usually romantic face was a bit lonely, "Because there are always some things that are more painful than making mistakes."

"for example?"

"...For example, love without words," he said.

The top floor of the Genesis Library.

Wischpel sat alone on a chair, with the "Magician" Tarot card in front of him.

With his eyes closed, countless black crows were flying swiftly in the sky, and those crows told him in ancient Ruen language what they saw in the distant city of King Vana.

Like countless envoys dressed in black and shuttled between the battlefield and the monarch.

—He woke up, and he returned to this world.

—Princess Rose fell in his arms, and Princess Rose was about to die.

——The knight is about to be killed by the giant python.

When he heard the news that was enough to shock the entire empire, Wisipel calmly seemed to be listening to the jester's report on the menu for the evening banquet.

He crossed his fingers on his chest, calmly like a lake in winter.

The crows landed in front of him and settled on his shoulders, their black feathers falling on Vehipel's white military uniform.

— never again!

Those crows said so ferociously.

Vihipel opened his eyes, revealing those eyes that were like the sky of Asgard.

Those black crows disappeared in the air like smoke, only one black feather fell down.

He stood up and walked outside.

The white cloak swept across the table, and the tarot card slowly fell to the ground.

The back of the Tarot card was exposed - the monkey in purple hid behind the red cloak of the magician who cast spells in front of everyone, and pulled the red cloak of the magician as if timidly.