Twilight War

Chapter20Battlefield

His body is like a flame, born of craving.

—— "Majie Sutra"

01

Arthurian Empire, Asgard, Genesis Library.

The pale, almost sickly boy slowly pressed the brass button in the black iron carved elevator, and there was a strange red flame emblem on the back of his hand.

The last button of the brass button was sealed by the janitor with a white strip of cloth.

Ordinary people will not just press this button casually.There are eight floors in the Genesis Library. The first floor is the divine revelation, which records all the known ancient myths, and the next few floors are the development of human beings in various fields.

The top floor is not open to the outside world, and only the highest-level people in the empire have the right to use it. His Highness Wisper, General Weil, and General Tang De will talk about all the highest decisions related to the future development of the empire here.

In most people's eyes, the negative floor is just an abandoned warehouse, which may contain old books that have become moldy and scattered pages. Those books have been borrowed and read by generations, and they have been piled up in the dark underground.Or there may be those rusty and old abandoned steam machines piled up. After all, although many steam machines in the Hall of Valor are too old to be used, they are still a symbol of the empire's technology.

The boy pressed the button on the top floor, and the black iron carved elevator slowly ran in the elevator shaft, making some creaking sounds, and the outside could be seen through the black iron fence.

The center of each floor of the Genesis Library is connected, and a huge ancient tree grows in the center, symbolizing the world tree in mythology.

So when the boy stood in the elevator and slowly ascended, he seemed to have slowly experienced every field of human beings, such as alchemy, machinery, history, art...

All the realms man has pioneered in this vast atrium.

Some people who came to borrow books also looked at him through the black iron fence of the elevator. After all, the young man was dressed a bit strangely. The weather outside was very hot, but the young man was wearing a black cloak, hiding his pale face behind him. under the hood.

The elevator opposite the boy slowly descended along the elevator shaft with a hard metal skeleton. Inside, a black-haired boy leaned against his roommate next to him as if he was extremely tired, complaining about the homework taught by the mechanical bearing class.

The pale and thin boy looked up at the half-asleep boy from under his black hood.

Two elevators go up and down.

The two teenagers slowly missed.

One stared at it, the other didn't notice it.

"Ding", the black iron carved door of the elevator slowly opened.

The pale and sickly boy did not go out, but slowly pressed down on the negative layer pasted with a white cloth strip.

This is actually because the Hall of Valor is afraid that those boring students will just press the negative floor to play. If you directly press the negative floor, there will only be a red light flashing to indicate that you do not have permission.

You need to press the elevator to the top floor before you can go down to the negative floor.

This time, the entire elevator was suddenly plunged into darkness, and the steel curtain that suddenly fell sealed off the entire elevator, and the outside could no longer be seen from the carved fences.

And the speed at which the elevator descends makes people suspect that the elevator fell down in its entirety!

But the pale boy remained expressionless.

The door of the elevator slowly opened again, and the boy walked into the negative floor that no one had entered all year round.

Moldy and damaged old books are piled up here, and rusty and corroded steam machines are scattered here and there.

Every step the boy took left a footprint in the dust.

And he walked to the door in the corner, and the door slowly opened in front of him.

Then there were five consecutive doors, each of which opened automatically in front of him.

He seems to be walking in his own dream, which is how people are in their dreams. All doors will be opened for you, and you can go anywhere.

You are your own monarch.

The real name of the basement floor is actually "miracle", the revelation is the history of all known gods, and there are always some things in the world that are not known to people.

And the history of those gods that are not known to everyone is sealed here.What is sealed here is—the remains of God!

The young man walked into the quiet and dark negative floor, and following his footsteps, lights lit up around him, and those ancient miracles were displayed in front of him one by one.

Those are the traces of the gods, the last remnants of the gods in this world!

Countless alchemists searched hard, and even believed that the secret gold that did not exist in this world was placed on the velvet cloth beside the boy!

The goblets used to be at the banquet of the gods, the remains of the dead frost giants, and the great masterpieces of dwarf craftsmen.

But the young man walked past the relics of the gods one by one.

Like a farmer who walks past wildflowers along the path he goes through every day in his field and doesn't care.

He finally stopped in front of a few manuscripts in the corner, and the traces of charcoal on those manuscripts had long been blurred.

But the young man stood in front of those manuscripts for a long, long time, as if trying to identify the charcoal marks on the manuscripts.

He slowly stretched out his hand to pick up the manuscripts.

However, just as he was about to touch the manuscript, a cold voice suddenly came from a dark corner.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to touch other people's stuff?"

"It belongs to my father," said the boy.

"But now it's mine." The man in the darkness slowly raised his head to look at the pale and sickly boy.

There was a silver spear across the man's knee, and he had been holding the gun in his hand like this just now, even though the young man walked in here, silent in the darkness, like a dormant silver leopard.

"Has your highness always held the gun like this? It's as if he is ready to fight at any time." The boy said.

"This world is not a battlefield for me all the time." Wihipel still tightly held the silver gun in his hand, and he sat in the dark looking at the young man under the light.

"So? Are you going to turn this world into a battlefield for the justice you said?" The pale boy stood under the light, his skin was almost transparent.

"Sometimes killing is necessary to avoid more deaths," Wischpel said.

"The world after 1000 years is really strange." The young man didn't continue the topic just now, "There seem to be a lot more people than 1000 years ago, like ants, everywhere."

"As for you, unfortunately, you are the kind of human being I don't like, maybe killing you will make me feel a little bit cleaner." The boy suddenly raised his right arm, and the sharp crossbow|arrow shot out!

Vihipel stared at the crossbow|arrow that was shot at him.

Dodging this crossbow|arrow is nothing to him, but in an instant he suddenly saw countless huge icebergs!

The crevice of the iceberg was stained red with blood, and no matter how he walked, he walked on top of that red patch.

He seemed to be dragged into the huge illusion that he had experienced before!

But this time, there was no boy who accompanied him, and he was the only one walking among the scarlet and blood-stained huge icebergs!

However, at the moment when the crossbow|arrow was about to hit his forehead, Vihipel suddenly opened his right eye!

The scarlet right eye seemed to flow with blood.

Sharp crossbow | The arrow is stuck in the air!

Countless molten golden characters suddenly appeared on the negative floor of the entire miracle. They were the ancient Ruen characters, characters that only the legendary gods could recognize!

The pale young man panted heavily amidst the countless molten golden words, like a mortal who was meeting the gods!

When human beings dragged their long swords to attack the gods, they were suddenly overwhelmed by the might of the gods in the clouds.

That's - soul domain!

It is a forbidden technique that has never been recorded in any ancient scrolls!

Soul, for thousands of years, countless philosophers have tried to explain what form the soul exists in.

——"The soul is immortal and lives forever", "The soul is void, nothingness", "The soul is a burning fire".

No one can explain exactly what the soul is.

But that man split his soul into countless fragments, and then invaded the entire space!

Turn the entire space into your own soul domain.

He is using his soul domain to counteract the boy's dream.

Countless black crows flitted past the pale young man.

Like the messenger who opens the way before the god of death comes.

"You've been in the dream for too long." Vihipel suddenly stabbed the silver spear into the boy's chest!

However, there is no real sense of piercing flesh and blood.

The man suddenly heard a chuckle in his ear.

"Have you been walking in the truth?" The young man's voice was somewhat mocking.

By the time Vehipel reacted, the boy had already jumped into the air, his black cloak was flying in the air, and he slowly raised his right arm.

Sharp crossbow | The arrow hit the man's shoulder bone!

Blood slowly smeared on Vehipel's white military uniform.

The crows dispersed, and the pale and thin boy seemed to have never appeared before.

Except for the scattered black feathers, the entire miracle seemed as if nothing had happened.

Vehipel clutched the wound on his shoulder and looked around.

The manuscript on the velvet was gone, and so was the boy.

Blood slowly spilled from between his fingers.

——Are you always walking in the truth?

02

Wihipel walked up the steps of the Golden Palace, inserted the key into the keyhole, and turned it slowly.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a black-haired boy lying on the carpet and sleeping with a book on his head.

Wihipel knew that he was dragged to play with Devin this afternoon, so he should be so tired that he was about to wilt.

So he went to Zichen's side and gently rubbed his head. The young man opened his eyes dimly, looked at Wisipel, and shouted softly without strength, "...Brother."

"I'm going to take a shower first, and I'll cook later, what do you want to eat?"

The boy rubbed his face against the back of Wisipel's hand twice, "It's fine."

"How about a tomato goulash? I still have some beef in the fridge."

"Yeah." Zichen nodded.He held the hand of Vehippel and lightly bit it, then put it on his stomach and continued to sleep on the book.

Vihipel walked into the bathroom and untied the silver world tree leaf brooch on the slanted cloak, and the wound on his right shoulder dyed the white military uniform a dazzling scarlet.

There was no expression on his face, as if he didn't care if his fingers were scratched.

He turned on the switch, and the cold water poured down directly, soaking the white military uniform on his body, and soaking the condensed wound. He slowly tore off the clothes that had condensed on the wound.

The wound was deep enough to show the bone, and the blood had turned a thick black color. After being washed with cold water, it flowed down the lower abdomen and turned an almost indifferent red color, and then flowed into the sewer.

Wischpel folded a white towel and bit it in his mouth. He opened the locked cabinet in the bathroom and took out the medicines and various instruments that he had prepared all the year round. He took out a silver tweezers, Looking at the mirror, he stabbed his right shoulder fiercely.He bit the towel in his mouth tightly and didn't make any sound.

Crossbow | The tip of the arrow is embedded in the flesh, biting the shoulder bone tightly like the fangs of a poisonous wolf.

Wischpel pierced the tweezers a little bit inward, the cold water gradually took away his body temperature, and the blood left along the skin from the wound where the tweezers were inserted.

He pulled the tweezers outward fiercely, and pulled out the black arrow tip with the tweezers with the inner hook. The wound was quite deep, and the bone could be seen deep.The black tip of the arrow fell to the bathroom floor with blood, and Vichypel threw the silver tweezers back onto the cold silver plate on the sink.Remove the bitten deformed towel and refold it to bite.

The white powder in the transparent crystal bottle was poured on the wound. When the white powder met the blood, it burned violently like boiling. The charred flesh was gradually corroded by the powder, revealing the pink tender flesh.

Visipel's silver hair drooped, his lips became colorless due to blood loss, and he looked inexplicably pale and sick.

After dressing the wound layer by layer, Wispel put on his white shirt in front of the mirror, making sure that he would not see the wound.

He put the blood-stained white military uniform in the cabinet and locked it, then put back the silver plate with tweezers, and continued to pour all the blood into the sewer with icy cold water, and there was no redness on the ground anymore.

Make sure you don't see anything unusual and then walk out of the bathroom.

Zichen was still sleeping on his stomach, his trousers rolled up to his knees, exposing his smooth and thin calves.

Wisper walked up to Zichen and couldn't help touching Zichen's face. Zichen raised his head and glanced at Wispel, "Why are your hands so cold? Didn't you use hot water?"

Wischpel nodded, "It's a bit hot today."

"I'll catch a cold." Zichen said in a soft voice, holding Wisipel's hand and slowly warming his hand.

"Haven't you taken a shower yet?" Wisipel reached in along the hem of Zichen's shirt and touched Zichen's back which was still drenched in sweat. "Too tired, too lazy to wash." Zichen turned over on the carpet, still holding Wisipel's other hand.

"To take a bath."

"No." Zichen rolled around on the carpet like a fool.

"Good boy." Wisipel directly lifted Zichen from the ground and threw it into the bathtub.

"Help! Don't! Let go of me, you bastard!" Zichen crawled out of the bathtub on hands and feet, "Help! Molested!!"

Wisipel took the shaggy hair aside to test the temperature of the water, and then poured it directly on Zichen's head.Wet the frizzy kitten in the bathtub.

Wisper unbuttoned Zichen's shirt, but Zichen was still struggling, "Help! Molestation! Is there any reason?"

"Hmm." Wisipel stripped Zichen out of his shirt, then sprayed shampoo on Zichen's hair, and rubbed it carefully.

Really unable to struggle, Zichen resigned to his fate and gave up struggling, and then lay down and slept in the bathtub, leaning against Vehipel with peace of mind.

Wispel slowly cushioned the foam from Zichen's head, and gently covered Zichen's eyes with his hands, Zichen leaned lazily in Wisipel's arms.

From clavicle to rib, from rib to pubic bone.

The young man in his arms seemed to be made of celadon, with pure glaze and no dust.

Clean and clear like a newborn baby.

Wisipel took the young boy out of the warm water, wrapped it in a thin white blanket, and carefully placed it on the bed.

Zichen was already asleep, and Wihipel didn't wake him up, but just looked at the boy silently.

He looked at the boy's pretty eyes.

——If you have someone to protect, then this world is always a battlefield for you.

The author has something to say: the next chapter may be updated later, because it is a very important chapter, and many things need to be understood before writing.Thank you for your tolerance, because I like to think about the details one by one before starting to code, so many times the update will be very slow.Thank you so much everyone!