Twilight War

03

"Hurry up and get out of here." The corners of the girl's skirt fluttered in the forest shrouded in gray mist, "There is no one alive here anymore."

"A lot of plague doctors came here half a month ago. Those plague doctors said that as long as you are willing to accept their baptism, you can be cured." The girl said: "But it is not at all. Although those people look good, they are not at all. ..."

Zichen and Xiwen looked at each other and understood that the girl was talking about slavery, but this girl might not know what slavery is.

She is just a girl from a remote town who likes to wander in the forest with a basket every evening.

"Come with us, if you stay here, you will die." Zichen looked at the girl and said.

"No, there is no way for me to leave here." The girl smiled softly and said, "I am no longer alive."

She slowly raised her right hand, and the strange flame emblem slowly emerged on the back of his palm.

"I thought that ceremony was just like praying before God. My brother was seriously ill and he couldn't even go to church, so I participated in the baptism for him and asked God to forgive him," the girl said. : "But he still died in the end. At that time, I realized that those plague doctors were not treating the disease at all. They just turned the patient into a monster."

When the girl said the word monster, her voice trembled, as if she was afraid of something.

"All the cured people are afraid of the sun, they are even gradually losing their consciousness, and I, too, have become like them."

"Get out of here, they've woken up," the girl said.

The sound of leaves breaking suddenly came from the depths of the forest, as if many people were stepping on the leaves together.

Zichen and the others saw many people coming out from the depths of the forest. The men were chopping trees with axes, and then dragged the felled trees in the forest in a daze.

They are like farmers waking up to start their day.

The night begins, and the town wakes up...

04

In the dilapidated and dead church, the girl finished her last prayer and ended her prayer, but still looked at the broken statue.

"How many people did you bring here?" the girl asked.

"I am the only one who entered this town, and the others are in the forest outside the town." Vehipel replied.

"Are you the only one coming to see me?"

"Yes." "It's been so long, are you still like this? You obviously have thousands of troops following you, but you always fight alone like a single-handed lone soldier." The girl looked at Vehipel, "Why? Is it because you can only trust yourself?"

"There are always some things that are better done by yourself." Vehipel also looked at the girl.

"Your Highness, although your purpose is different from ours, you are actually of the same kind as us. You will always walk alone in the dark and dead edge of this world, and no one will trust anyone, and no one will approach you. Forever Look at this world with the most indifferent and suspicious eyes." The girl slowly stood up from the bench, walked to the broken statue, and her white fingers brushed over the broken section of the statue.

"The first time I saw your eyes, I knew that you and we are the same kind of people." Hull turned and looked at Wisipel: "So I really don't understand, you should obviously not like this The world, why do you want to save it?"

"I'm not here to discuss this with you, I just want to know where is Jormungandr?" Vihipel said.

"I might disappoint you, even I don't know where Yemengard is. As I said, people like us always look at this world with the most indifferent and suspicious eyes, and of course we will use the same looking at each other," Hull said.

The girl wore a white glove on her right hand. She picked up a bit of the white ash that fell from the shattered sculpture, and then slowly blew the white ash into the moonlight that fell from the broken slanted window of the church.

White ash floats in the moonlight.

"He got the phoenix blood from his father's wreckage and sank in the endless deep sea. No one told him. Now that he's back, naturally no one will tell."

"Actually, I'm very strange. If you want to open the gate of the kingdom of the dead, you have to sacrifice millions of souls. Where does your Highness want to get these millions of souls?" Hull stretched out his left hand without a white glove, in the moonlight He tossed and turned as if trying to catch the falling ash.

"What about you? What are you going to do." Vihipel looked at the girl who wanted to keep those dust in the moonlight.

"We are unscrupulous villains, so naturally we can do whatever we want." Hull said very frankly and with a little naivety, like a girl who is ignorant of the world, no matter what she says, it is unbearable to blame.

"But Your Highness is different. Your Highness is on the side of justice. Your Highness is someone who wants to save this decaying and absurd world. Does His Highness have to start killing before saving this world?"

"Before I became the consul of the Arthurian Empire, the previous consul once told me that the best politicians are businessmen." Wischpel said.

"Sure enough, no one in this world is a businessman, what you pay, what you get. Even human life can be counted clearly." Hull looked at the white ash that fell on his fingertips, and then slowly raised his head to look at Vehipe Er, "Did Your Highness take your own life into account?"

The girl in a black robe suddenly rushed towards Vichypel!

And in her hand was a huge bone scythe, and the girl's long rose-colored hair protruded from the hood, like a rose in full bloom under the moonlight.

The huge scythe hacked into the support pillar of the church next to Wisipel, and the man narrowly avoided it.

By the time the man picked up the silver gun beside him, a corner of the unsupported church had collapsed!

But Hull just looked at Vichypel with her dark red eyes expressionlessly, holding the huge bone scythe in her hand.

"You've already killed me many times, why bother to try again." The man looked at the beautiful but stubborn girl and said.

"My father is coming back."

The girl said she sounded like a daughter waiting for her father to come home.

"so what?"

"Anyone who stands in his way deserves to die."

Her tone was light, but with a bit of stubbornness.

The girl swung the huge scythe again, the scythe was much taller than her, and she swung the scythe as if desperate.

In the deserted and dilapidated church, the girl and the man were fighting.

The scratches of the sickle spread from the right side of the huge mural of the church to the painting of the Holy Son's pious prayer.

03

"They...what's going on." Zichen looked at those people who woke up at night and said with some surprise.

Those people were cutting trees and working like ordinary townspeople.But their eyes were dull and terrifying, as if someone was lifting a huge lifting wire in mid-air.

And they are just puppets connected by strings.

"They are already dead, and the ring slaves will still have their own consciousness at the beginning, but gradually they will become losers, completely losing their reason and consciousness, and it is no different from death." Delco looked at those who were working dully the men said.

"Leave here, although they are still calm now, they may..." The girl said with a trembling voice.

"My child, do you want to take these people away?" Dozens of plague doctors in black robes and silver beak masks came out from the depths of the forest with long wooden sticks, like herding animals. The working men are herded like cattle and sheep.

Their voices were hoarse as crows.

The plague doctor with red lines on his mask slowly raised the long wooden stick in his hand, like a wizard offering sacrifices under the moonlight.

"My children, go and bite your enemies."

The men who were working suddenly raised their heads slowly, as if they were being pulled up by the threads in the sky above.

The men came with axes in their hands, like a slow-moving tide.

"Take her away first." Xiwen pushed the girl to Zichen's side, drew out his long sword, and stared at the losers who came flooding in.

"She will also become a lost person, and she will also become a walking dead who is no different from those people." Delco looked at Siwen and said.

"But she's just a girl now." Xiwen gritted his teeth and said, "Zichen, take her away quickly."

Under the moonlit night, the silver bird's beak mask on the plague doctor's face was illuminated cold and dead.

They are like the priests leading this fight, indifferent and cruel.

The plague doctor with red lines painted on his mask suddenly dropped the stick in his hand!

All the Lost Ones suddenly turned into ferocious beasts, and they sprinted quickly in the forest!

They are going to tear these intruders to pieces!

Zichen held the girl's wrist and ran through the weeds up to his knees.

The girl's wrist was lonely and thin, as if she could touch the bones under the flesh and blood.

Behind them the Lost roared like beasts.

However, the girl suddenly broke free from Zichen's grasp.

The girl's chest kept panting, like a frightened baby bird, "I... will become like that too, I can't leave here."

She ran back, her white skirt skimming knee-high weeds.

Zichen wanted to hold her back, but suddenly his right arm was cut by the flying heavy axe.

Blood flowed from his right arm, staining the templar cloak on the young man red. He clutched his injured right arm and wanted to rush to the girl, but was surrounded by those who were lost like beasts.

Zichen drew out a sharp dagger and fought among those ferocious losers.

Blood fell on the weeds from the wound on the teenager's face.

He wanted to stab the dagger into the body of a loser, but was knocked down to the ground!

The heavy ax fell behind the boy!

Zichen felt that his bones would be broken under such a heavy blow.

The girl backed away in panic, but was suddenly held by the plague doctor with red lines on her face and raised her neck.

Her neck was as slender as a dove's.

"Bad children won't be liked." The plague doctor's beak mask glowed strangely under the cold moonlight.

He slowly tightened his hands in black leather gloves.

The girl's white dress hangs down.

In the siege of countless lost people, Zichen looked at the struggling girl through those gaps.

Blood flowed from the young man's wound, staining the messy weeds red. Those lost were like beasts biting their prey, cruel and unconscious.

Zichen grabbed the weeds in front of him, like a drowned man grabbing a straw...

He seemed to see the rabbit he raised many years ago again.

That rabbit was so obedient, in vain, hiding in his arms, as if his heart was warmed up.

But he didn't like his rabbit.

He frantically searched for his rabbit in the woods.

But when he pushed aside the messy weeds, what he saw was a wild tiger pounced on his rabbit!

If the tiger eats the rabbit, is it the tiger's fault or the rabbit's fault?

But no matter whose fault it is, it's because you didn't take good care of your rabbit.

Since it is your fault, then use killing as compensation!

The blood-stained boy screamed and swung his sharp blade from the weeds!

He grasped the arm of the loser who was slashing at him, with such force that he almost broke the arm of the sluggish man.

Zichen sent the sharp blade into the bodies of those lost.

Blood started to burn in his body.

It was as if what flowed in his body was the boiling silver of the abyss, just waiting for a spark to fall, it would burn thousands of miles into flames!

And he fought like tireless.

The dagger cuts off the necks of those lost again and again, and sends them into the hearts of those beasts again and again.

If the tiger eats the rabbit, is it the tiger's fault or the rabbit's fault?

So, who are you?

Is it a rabbit, or a tiger?

Or a beast that can devour everything! ?

This is his battlefield, and he should fight.

Whether blood flowed like rivers or flames burned for thousands of miles, this was his battlefield after all.

The tiger eats the rabbit, and he devours everything that pissed him off!

Don't ask right or wrong.

Just ask the sharp knife in his hand!

The plague doctor who strangled the girl watched the boy who killed everything walking towards him step by step.

He looked at the boy, "I will kill this girl."

He said.

But the next moment the boy suddenly rushed to his side.

Before he could react, the arms holding the girl were cut off by the sharp knives in the boy's hand! "ah!!!"

The girl screamed and fell to the ground.

The white dress of the girl above the weeds is like a lily in full bloom.

The plague doctor's severed arm sprayed blood, but he could only look at the young man who rushed in front of him.

Even now, he has not realized what happened in that moment just now.

The boy still maintained the posture of diving in the moment his arm was cut off.

He looked up at the plague doctor from the bottom up.

Under the cold moonlight, the boy's eyes looked like a wolf breaking free from its shackles.

The next moment, Zichen suddenly and fiercely hit the plague doctor in the abdomen with an uppercut!

The plague doctor was thrown into the weeds in the distance.

The boy just walked towards him again step by step.

He strangled the plague doctor's neck and slowly lifted the plague doctor who was much taller than him.

In the moonlight, the plague doctor's beak mask seeped a cold light.

The boy slowly exerted force, and his bones were broken.

The plague doctor's neck slowly crooked in the boy's hands, like a dead bird.

He lets go.

The plague doctor's body fell to the ground.

The wind blows through the knee-high weeds.

Like the carcass of a bird that died in the weeds.

The boy stood there blankly, as if he was a little lost.

He looked up again and watched the wind blow through the dry yellow grass.

The girl fell down in the weeds, her calf wrapped in the corner of her white skirt.

Zichen walked up to her, trying to pull her up.

"Ah!!!" The girl screamed in horror, as if seeing a terrifying and indescribable monster.

"Don't come here! Don't..." The girl backed up on hands and feet, trying to escape from that monster-like boy.

Zichen stared blankly at his hands.

His hands were stained with scarlet blood.

Thick and rusty.

...Is he a monster?

Zichen looked back at the others.

Xiwen, Delco, everyone looked at him like a monster.

There was indifference, alienation, and fear in his eyes.

And he stood in the vast grass with blood on his hands.

Zichen seemed to recall that many years ago, he saw that ferocious tiger pounce on his rabbit.

He screamed with all his might.

He felt his blood start to burn inside him.

And he picked up the iron rod left by his temple boy here.

When he woke up, his hands were covered with blood.

The ferocious tiger beast died in front of him.

And the rabbit's white hair was also covered with blood, and the rabbit looked at him in horror.When he wanted to comfort the rabbit, the rabbit ran away in a panic.

He rescued the rabbit, but turned himself into the most terrifying beast.

And when he turned his head, all the brothers who went up the mountain with him looked at him in horror.

What is Zen?What is the void of all dharmas?

It was thick black blood stained on the black iron rod.

It was a young man in a navy blue monk's robe half-fallen, bloodstained on the ground and passing by the thin white snow.

It was the monks who fled in panic.

Ask the dust in the world, ask the non-dust in the world.

Dust, phantom ears.

Zichen stood on the spot and smiled like a madman.

He raised his hands empty.

It's like the world is begging for God's mercy.

It's also like God's helplessly spreading his hands to the prayers of the world.

He was a monster, wasn't he?

The blood of the beast flowed in his veins.

In the empty and dead Zen room, he was washed over and over again with the brutal Chi You blood in his body.

But it was useless, it was something engraved in his blood.

As long as there is a little spark, it will be a wildfire.

Everyone stayed where they were, watching the boy standing in the barren weeds with his blood-stained hands raised in the air.

Surrounding the boy are the dead lost.

And he stood alone among the piles of corpses.

No one dared to approach that boy, they even clenched their swords subconsciously.

Although the young man now has stopped killing.

"That's not the way the Templars should treat heroes who fight bravely."

Someone separated the crowd and came out from the depths of the forest.

Vichypel picked up the silver Templar badge that the boy had dropped on the ground.

Under the moonlight, the silver sacred tree emblem glowed with a clean and soft radiance.

He walked over to the boy.

Zichen raised his eyes and looked at Wisper.

Vihipel's silver eyelashes drooped, and those eyes seemed to hold the sky of Asgard.

The man carefully pinned the Knights Templar badge on the boy's chest.

His slender fingers fiddled with the badge's pin.

After pinning the badge, Wischpel raised his eyes to look at the boy.

The boy felt himself being gently pulled into that embrace.

The man's hand was on the back of his neck.

"……You did very well."

Wisper whispered in his ear.

The man's chest was slowly scalded by the boy's tears.

Wronged?Of course I am wronged.

But now the man told him - he did a good job.

He's doing great...

The blood on the boy's body stained the white military coat on Red Vichypel's body.

But Vehipel just hugged the boy gently all the time.

Zichen raised his head and looked at Vehipel.

Vehipel hugged the boy in his arms again, then slowly let go of him, and took a step back.

Zichen froze for a moment, but was suddenly hugged by the person behind him.

Xiwen hugged Zichen, who was covered in blood, and patted his back lightly.

He was hugged by people of a similar age, and everyone patted him on the back.

In the end, even Delko hugged him reluctantly, and said unkindly in his ear, "Thank you."

After all, they were just a group of teenagers, they were just frightened just now.

Zichen looked at Vehipel who was standing nearby from the gap of those hugs.

Vehipel looked at him too.

Blue eyes are like lakes in April.

You see, there is still such a person in this world who is willing to treat him like this.

Then maybe, he's not a monster...