Twilight War

06

"Asgard has arrived."

Huang Xuanjin leaned on the back parking space and said.

The heavy-duty muscle truck is driving on the traffic-ridden roads of Asgard. It is obviously like a strong giant, but it can quickly shuttle through the traffic with almost dexterity.

RIFA prefers this kind of muscle car, the bigger the tonnage, the more enjoyable it is for him to drive, but he can still drive this heavy muscle car with a drifting feeling.

The wine that Huang Xuanjin put on the passenger seat was shaking violently in the car, as if it was about to shatter at any moment.

The other three people sat in the car without any surprise.

Belly Snake was still eagerly looking at the structure diagram of Asgard's treasury, each mechanical level was studied in great detail.

Gray Tail carefully checked the equipment on him with a serious expression.

He even checked every mechanical bearing on his body.

And Huangxuanjin slumped on the back parking space as if nothing had happened, playing with the apple in his hand, he didn't look like someone who was about to rob the treasury at all.

Eyes half closed as if not awake,

"Boss, is there something important going on in Asgard today?" Red Fire Ant drove the car and asked Huangxuan Jin behind him, "There are a lot of Arthur Empire soldiers on the road."

This is not the first time they have come to Asgard, and they can see that there are a lot more guards in Asgard today than usual.

Today's Asgard is indeed heavily guarded. Hundreds of Arthur Empire soldiers lined up on both sides of the road, blocking the main street and prohibiting traffic.

"What's the matter? This is it? Don't let it pass?" The red fire ants were stopped at the intersection, a little unhappy, Huang Xuanjin raised his hand and used his fingers to pick up the venetian blind hanging on the car window, from the gap of the venetian blind Looking at the disciplined soldiers in white uniforms, they put their right fists on their chests and saluted.

This kind of military salute is not something ordinary people can afford.

A silver-white car slowly passed the middle of the main street.

People on the road shouted, "It's Your Highness! It's Your Highness!"

"Your Highness is going to attend a state banquet." A man dressed as a gentleman explained to his female companion, "Today is Arthur's state banquet day, and it is said that envoys from other countries will also attend the dinner. I heard that there is a recent The small countries allied with Arthur also participated in the state banquet, but compared with the power of the Arthur Empire, other countries are not worth mentioning."

"Your Highness is so handsome." A teenage girl kept probing forward in the crowd, and got in front through the gap, "I heard that His Highness is not married yet."

The man in the silver-white vehicle was sitting upright in the rear parking space. He was wearing a white military uniform that was ascetic and straight. He looked at the front of the road coldly, and the car windows blocked out all the noisy sounds.

He always sat in the car, as if those quarrels had nothing to do with him, the world's hustle and bustle was caused by him, but he alone was still cold-faced and cold-hearted, not disturbed by the wind and rain.

The song BORNTODIE was playing in the car, with a deep and disillusioned voice.

"Turn off the song." Wischpel said indifferently to the driver. He turned his head to the right side of the road, where countless pedestrians were pushing and shouting, and their voices could not be heard clearly through the car window. , can only barely make out the word Your Highness through the mouth shape.

There was a heavy-duty truck parked at the corner, obviously just playing overtaking, and then saw that the road was blocked and stopped here in an emergency.

The driver in military uniform turned off the music, "Is there anything else, Your Highness?"

"No more." Wihipel turned around, and the silver-white car was driving on the main street of Asgard.

The venetian blind was put down again, "Let's go! If you don't hurry to the vault, the door will be closed." He kicked the red fire ant's backrest, and then put his legs directly on the back of the chair.

"Boss, do you think His Royal Highness Vichypel looks familiar?" Red Fire Ant suddenly turned around and asked Huangxuan Jin.

"His Royal Highness, have you seen him? What are you thinking about?"

"No! Boss! I seem to have seen it before." The red fire ant scratched its head, "It was the time when we were thrown into Arthur's prison."

"Let's go you!"

"Oh." Seeing the impatient look of the boss, the Red Fire Ant hurriedly started the heavy truck, fearing that Huangxuan Jin would get angry again.He wasn't afraid that the boss would beat him, but he knew that the boss was actually in poor health, so it was best not to get angry casually.

The roads of the holy white city of Asgard are laid out in the sun like an intricate labyrinth.

The silver-white car and the dilapidated heavy truck drove in opposite directions after a short stagger.

The magnificent temple is like a golden palace surrounded by holy light under the sky, and the cathedral of divine repentance where countless white doves are resting.

——Later, the dream came true and everyone was happy.

The heavy truck drove to a hidden street next to the vault, which is the most remote place in Asgard.

Sparsely populated but heavily guarded, heavily guarded.

The red fire ant jumped out of the car with the sack of fake gold, and the belly-cut snake jumped down after putting the structure diagram of the treasury in his pocket. Huang Xuanjin swallowed it for himself.

Gray Tail jumped down with the wooden sword in his arms without expression.

"Boss, come down!" Red Fire Ant looked at Huang Xuanjin who was still lying on the back parking space and said, Huangxuan Jin had run out of cigarettes, so he had to lie on his back with a straw in his mouth.

"I won't go, you go." Huang Xuanjin stretched his waist, "I want to cultivate your ability to be independent."

"Boss, are you going to lie in the car like this and do nothing to make us all exhausted?"

"Of course not." Huang Xuanjin turned his head to look at them, "I will stay in the car and pray for you. Our business relies on luck!"

07

In the feast of the kings, blood will be wine and bones will be food.

Si Xuerou stood in the center of the hall in white, with blood smeared down her right shoulder, like peach blossoms blooming all over the south of the Yangtze River.

Facing the sudden defection of the Vana Empire, Tang De and Weier were a little flustered, and each stood by Vichypel's side.

Wisipel still just sat on the seat with no expression, "If the mistress chooses to reconcile now, I guarantee that the Huangxuan family will return to Donghuang safely, and I will not pursue it any further. I hope the mistress can understand , I don't want more death."

"Your Highness doesn't want more deaths, I think." Si Xuerou smiled and said, "Only another death can commemorate death."

"Are you trying to drag the kingdom of Donghuang into a war?" Wihipel said, "The kingdom of Donghuang can no longer stand another war."

"Does the kingdom of Donghuang still need an outsider to guard it? The Huangxuan family has guarded the kingdom of Donghuang for 800 years, and the kingdom of Donghuang will also be guarded by the Huangxuan family in the future."

Si Xuerou covered her still bleeding shoulder with her hands, "The Kingdom of Donghuang has already joined this war, and the Huangxuan family will not back down, let alone live in peace because of His Highness's promise. Living and working in peace and contentment is never another People can bring to the country of Donghuang."

"Does Your Highness know the meaning of the double swords, the crest of the Huangxuan family? Only by fighting can you live in peace, and those who put down the sword will eventually be enslaved. And we, choose to fight!"

"Does the mistress really not want to think about it again?" Vehipel still looked at Si Xuerou unhurriedly.

There was the sound of fighting outside the hall. The soldiers of the Arthur Empire were struggling under the double attack of Huangxuan soldiers and Vana soldiers. They should have guarded the gate and prevented those dead soldiers from scoring half a point.

But those Huangxuan soldiers seemed to be getting braver as they fought, they were fearless of life and death.Dozens of Huangxuan dead soldiers killed many more enemies than the hundreds of Vana soldiers.

The Huangxuan dead soldier with a black forehead belt on his forehead forcibly tore a hole from the side and wanted to enter the palace directly.The two reverse swords on the forehead are like bloody cinnabar.

Si Xuerou pursed her lips, her black hair was like ink.

Her white dress reminds people of a gentleman who is as sharp as he is.

But such a handsome gentleman suddenly raised the evil sword in his hand and rushed to Vihipel on the main hall!

What does the world have to do with her, she just came here to kill someone for her foolish boy.

She wants everyone who hurt him to be buried with him!

The Vana Empire had hurt him, so she burned Yincheng to be buried with him.If Vichypel killed him, she would be buried with Vichypel's life!

The wrath of the emperor, lay down millions of corpses.But what does that have to do with her?All she has is the wrath of the civilians, the two corpses, five steps of bleeding, the world is nothing!

However, suddenly the entire hall was plunged into darkness!

The iron gate of the main hall fell, and all the lights went out instantly.

"What's going on?" Si Tianming didn't wait to make a quick calculation when he was suddenly held on the neck with a knife.All around him were the cracking of daggers through the air, the tearing of cloth, and the sound of fighting.

In the darkness, Brunhilde quickly held Elivisa in his arms, and recognized the stabbing dagger by hearing.

Five minutes later, the main hall returned to light again.

It's just that the situation has completely changed.

Si Tianming was held hostage by a dancer from the Western Regions, and Brunhilde held Elivisa in her arms. She was injured on her back and arms, and beside her were the bodies of several dancers from the Western Regions.

Although Si Xuerou was not held hostage, she had already suffered countless wounds, and her white clothes were covered with blood. She had no strength to stand up at all, and could only half kneel on the ground with the support of her sword.

And more than a dozen dancers from the Western Regions fell in a pool of blood beside her, and the Dunhuang flying silk satin was soaked in blood.

The dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family in the main hall also died at the hands of those dancers from the Western Regions.

Blood spilled from Si Xuerou's mouth, she looked up at Lie Jiaomi, who was standing respectfully beside Vehipel, with a provocative and arrogant expression on his hand, with the blood-soaked jade ring from the Huangxuan family She looked at Si Xuerou intently.

No matter how exhaustive she is, she is still unpopular.After all, she forgot about it. It is too easy to betray in the face of power.

In fact, Lie Jiaomi really wanted to stand by the Huangxuan family before the banquet started.

After all, the Huangxuan family is a clan that Donghuang has enjoyed the honor for 800 years, even if they meet the emperor, they don't kneel down.

But when he knew that the Patriarch of Huangxuan was actually Si Xuerou, he had to think more about it.

He had heard that the young master of the Huangxuan family, Huangxuan Jin, had never returned home since he was 13 years old, and no one knew where he had gone.

After the day's death, Huangxuanjin suddenly appeared, supported the defeated Huangxuan family, entered the sword mound, lit the sacrificial lamps, and became the new head of the Huangxuan family.

But now the Patriarch of Huangxuan is a fake.

Then, Huang Xuanjin might have died in an unknown corner long ago.

The Huangxuan family now doesn't even have a young master...

Wusun Kingdom is a small country, and he is just a foil to welcome guests at this feast of kings.

But even if he opens the door to welcome guests, he is the host of the banquet after all.

No matter how small the chip is in the right position, it will be a huge loss.

But now he wants to use this smallest chip to risk his life in exchange for the bright future of Wusun Kingdom.

Facing Lie Jiaomi's sudden surrender, Visipel didn't seem surprised, and still sat in his seat and looked at Si Xuerou almost indifferently, "Have you thought about it, mistress?"

Si Xuerou laughed wildly while holding the sword in her hand, almost insane, "Whisper, you can kill if you want, you will never get the jade talisman of the Huangxuan family!"

"Si Xuerou, you've made up your mind!" Lie Jiaomi suddenly snatched the heavy carved bow hanging from the side of the hall, and pointed it at Si Xuerou under the hall.

He pointed a sharp arrow at Si Xuerou as if he urgently needed to prove his loyalty.

"Lie Jiaomi, one day you will pay the price for your betrayal." Si Xuerou gritted her teeth and said, "You will eventually die under the sword of the Huangxuan family."

Her voice was hoarse like an old wood, passing through Lie Jiaomi's heart.

"You will be tortured by the soul of the Huangxuan family in the jade talisman forever."

Lie Jiaomi shot an arrow as if he couldn't stand Si Xuerou's voice anymore!

However, someone took the arrow for Si Xuerou.

No one knew how the black-haired boy suddenly appeared in the center of the hall.

The black clothes on the boy's body were stained darker by blood. He lowered his head and slowly pulled out the arrow on his shoulder, throwing it to the ground.

The bloody arrows fell on the dark gold floor tiles of the hall.

"Zi Chen?" Tang De frowned, and waved to the Templars beside him, "Take him down."

However, Vehipel just stared at the boy, his eyes were as dark as rich emeralds.

Zichen covered the arrow wound on his shoulder with his hands, still lowered his head and did not look at the Templars who wanted to take him away, "Who dares to touch me..."

His voice was very soft, but it was like the first order from the young wolf king who had just ascended the throne among the wolves.Si Tianming, who was held hostage by a dancer from the Western Regions, looked at the boy in black with an iron fan in his hand, his eyes did not know whether it was happiness or worry.

And those Huangxuan soldiers who were seriously injured also looked at the young man, no one could tell what their eyes were.

The black bands of their foreheads were dark with blood, and beneath the bands their eyes were darker than the blood.

Lie Jiaomi looked dissatisfied at the boy from Donghuang who suddenly appeared. He had finally surrendered to the Arthur Empire, but he couldn't be ruined by this boy who suddenly appeared.

He yelled viciously at the young people in the audience, "Who in the audience dares to make such a noise in my Wusun country?"

The young man slowly raised his head and looked around at the people in the hall. Even Lie Jiaomi was horrified by the young man's eyes, not because of how fierce the young man's eyes were, but because the eyes looked too much like a group of people swimming in the night. Lord of wolves.

The boy looked at the people above the hall and said word by word:

"I am... Huangxuanjin of the Jiangnan Huangxuan family!"