Twilight War

10

A flock of black crows flits over Asgard.

The bells of the Cathedral of the Divine Confession are magnificent in the rain, like the opening prologue of the grandest opera.

The ground of the holy white city of Asgard is covered with a layer of rainwater, which reflects the huge city and the iron-gray sky.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The silver-white heavy-duty steam locomotive at the Asgard guard was speeding through the rain, and dozens of locomotives broke the mirror-like rain on the ground.

The soldiers of the Arthur Empire were going to the vault on the edge of the city. Somehow all the alarms sounded at the same time today, and the red alarm light shone on the entire hidden vault.

The black-haired boy under the hood evaded on both sides of the road with the others, watching the troops galloping towards the vault at extreme speed.

The white armor of those Asgardian soldiers was hit with a layer of halo in the rain, like a conquest sent by God.

After everyone left, the boy slowly started the heavy locomotive under him, the rain on the leather gloves dripped from the handle, and the locomotive was speeding like a furious beast in the rain.

The icy rain washed the brass components of the heavy locomotive, and the city buried everything in the boundless rain.And that black-haired boy was like a soul escaping from hell.

He and the white armies went in different directions to the city.

——The feast broke up, and the crows shared the leftovers.

Kim Lunga Palace, the state banquet is about to begin.

The maid walked in the corridor of the Kinlunga Palace with a silver plate and champagne, and the white skirt passed over the classical Doric columns.

The Golden Galleon Abyss is the most primitive abyss in mythology. In the interlacing of heat and ice in the Golden Galleon Abyss, Ymir, the ancestor of the frost giant, and a huge cow named Odumbra were born. This is The first life in this world.

The Kinlungar Palace has always existed as the highest banquet place in the Arthur Empire.

Lie Jiaomi was sitting on the sofa in the lounge of the Jinlunjia Palace, embracing the dancer next to him with dark eyes.

He came here this time to ask for the help of the Arthur Empire. Since the Loulan princess Hong Lianyin ran back and the Loulan king passed away not long after, that woman logically became the Loulan queen.

This woman was against him everywhere, as long as the caravan they sent out would be hijacked, at first he thought it was the usual sand bandits in the Western Regions, but later he realized that it was obviously Loulan who was behind it.

However, Loulan was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the woman was extremely cunning in her military tactics, so she didn't get any cheap money after several raids, and she even lost a lot of troops.

So the main purpose of his visit this time is to ask the Arthur Empire to lend him some troops so that he can take Loulan down in one fell swoop.In order to show his sincerity, he specially brought in ten carts of gold wares. Damn it, he had spent a lot of money.

But that Vichypel was always just coldly, as if he had no interest in this matter.What he said in a daze was that the soldiers of the Arthur Empire did not understand the situation in the desert, and I am afraid that going there would not be of any help.What's more, he believes that Wusun Kingdom should have the strength to be the largest country in the Western Regions. It would be ridiculous if it can't even defeat a small Loulan.

Doesn't this make it clear that they don't want to send troops to help?

I was blind to choose the Arthur Empire when I put all my eggs in one basket.

And the head of the team named Weier doesn't have to look at him every time. He betrayed the Huangxuan family, but isn't that for the Arthur Empire?

If he had chosen the Huangxuan clan back then, I'm afraid Vichypel, Weier and that Tang De would all have been killed by Si Xuerou at that banquet.

It was also he himself who saw that red lotus was too beautiful, sitting without laughing or crying like a Bodhisattva, after he came over from Loulan, not only was he not willing to kill him, but he put it beside him.

If I knew it earlier, I should have killed that woman directly, and there wouldn't be so many things going on now.

Damn, that woman is beautiful, but unfortunately she has the appearance of a Bodhisattva and a heart of snakes and scorpions.

"Kunmo, drink." The dancer next to him smiled and poured him a glass of wine.

Lie Jiaomi looked at the dancer and suddenly smiled sinisterly. Even if the Arthur Empire didn't want to help him, it still had to help him in the end.

After all, they still need someone to guard the desert of the Western Regions for them. The desert of the Western Regions is between the Arthur Empire and the Kingdom of Donghuang. The Arthur Empire will not give up this crucial place.

Thinking of Lie Jiaomi, he was in a good mood, holding a glass of wine and smiling a little complacently, regardless of whether the people in the Arthur Empire liked him or not, they would not let him perish so easily if they needed him.This is scheming, it has nothing to do with preferences, it is dictated by interests.

It's a pity that the Huangxuan family back then didn't understand this truth, and thought that a single oath could keep everyone from betraying, and that blood oath was simply a joke.

What is that blood oath?He couldn't even think about it.

What's up?What about the return of the soul?

Simply a joke.

"Why is Kunmo still wearing gloves? Let me take them off for you." A dancing girl smiled and tried to take off Lie Jiaomi's gloves, but Lie Jiaomi kicked her down suddenly, breaking two ribs.

Lie Jiaomi's eyes seemed to be filled with haze.

"Take her down!" Lie Jiaomi said coldly to the other two maids.

The other two maids hurriedly took orders, took the dancer down, and whispered to the dancer in a corner where Lie Jiaomi could not see, "You don't know the situation, it's good to keep this life. Queen Loulan cut it off, so she always wears gloves."

Lie Jiaomi looked at the heavy rain outside the window with a gloomy face, and under the rain, this sacred capital also became dark and gloomy.A burst of thunder fell, like a roaring monster, flashing the sky into a magnificent blue-purple.

The white temple in the distance was piled up by dark clouds, and the clouds seemed to be pressed down.

Huangxuan Jin squatted above the huge building. The Jinlunga Palace was located in the north of Asgard. Looking from this direction, all the buildings were laid out in his eyes.

The locomotive named Heisha was thrown in a remote alley because it hit a street lamp and damaged the handlebar. It should be being washed by the rain now.

The roaring thunder, the heavy sky, and the vast blue-purple sky light.

The lightning that splits the sky in the cloud map, and the layers of clouds are like the moment when the fallen demon is about to arrive.Thousands of troops and horses sounded their horns above the clouds, and their swords faced each other, and their horseshoes smashed through, so thunder broke out and lightning flashed across the sky.

Huang Xuanjin slowly stood up on the huge building.

The seal engraved by the gods was opened, and the sleeping giant beast woke up.

Numerous broken swords stuck in the sword mound, broken traces spreading along the lines of the glacier.Blood, death, crows.

In the distance, the bells of the God's Confession Church rang, indicating that dusk had arrived.

"Why are there so many fewer guards in the Arthur Empire in front of the gate?" Lie Jiaomi frowned and asked the guards around him, the weather made him inexplicably uneasy.In fact, he hasn't slept well for so many years. Every night, he always sees blood, and sees the scarlet ink-stained boy.

And... that boy's eyes were so sharp that they could cut people.

"Captain Vail said that the treasury was under attack, so he mobilized the entire city's troops to encircle and suppress the intruders."

"How many people have invaded, and so many guards are required to encircle and suppress them."

Suddenly, a huge thunder flashed across, and the entire sky was illuminated in a brilliant color like violets, and the sky shattered.The entire glass of the Kinlunga Palace was shattered!

The black-haired boy jumped through the broken glass!

"I don't know, but the head of the regiment said that many alarms were sounded, and the treasury was of great importance, so a lot of troops were dispatched."

"Bastard! Is their treasury important, and the people at this banquet are not important?!"

"People from the Arthur Empire will guarantee Kunmo's safety." The guard said respectfully.

"Anyone who believes in Arthur's Empire will be a ghost." Kunmo gritted his teeth and cursed secretly. He loosened his neckline. For some reason, he felt a little unable to breathe. Maybe it was because of the rain.

The maids of the Arthur Empire retreated in panic. They covered their mouths with their hands and almost looked at the boy who broke in suddenly. The long white skirt was blown by the wind blowing from the broken window.

The nobles holding wine glasses were still exchanging elegant greetings, but suddenly they all froze. They looked at the young man in the scarlet cloud brocade suit.

Huang Xuanjin was wearing the scarlet brocade robe with embroidered cranes, and his shoulders were soaked dark by the rain.

The white shirt inside had only one button open, and rainwater flowed from the boy's neck.

He held an ancient Donghuang sword in his hand, the blade was slender and simple.

That sword was not his, it was called Quexie, and it once belonged to a man.

Everyone was looking at him, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything.

Wearing the cloud brocade robe, Huangxuan Jin walked through the dimly lit corridor with a sword in his hand, and walked into the brightly lit palace without turning his eyes.

The red hem of Yun Jinyi swept across the huge and splendid palace.

Dressed in scarlet, he is the returned king of this world...

Lie Jiaomi still stayed in the lounge of Jinlunjia Palace, hugging the dancing girls, watching the rainstorm pouring down from the window.

Arthurian guards poured out of the corridor.

Huang Xuanjin held the evil sword in his hand and slashed at the soldiers.

But the sword is still in its sheath.

The sword with the sheath slashed at the legs and wrists of the soldiers, fiercely and accurately.

Huangxuanjin stepped on the wall, swung the Quexie sword, and the red cloud brocade clothes flowed past.

The tip of the scabbard hit a soldier's abdomen, and as soon as he retracted it, the hilt hit another soldier's back again, and then chopped off!

Those people had all fallen to the ground, but there was no blood.

The only red color is the cloud brocade clothes on the young man.

Huang Xuanjin's black boots stepped on the dark aisle of the corridor of the Golden Gallon Palace, and he still held the unsheathed sword.

He pushed open the door to a lounge in the hallway.

Lie Jiaomi thought he was from the Arthur Empire, and looked towards the door impatiently, "What..."

He saw the boy.

Huang Xuanjin was dressed in scarlet cloud brocade clothes, holding a sword, standing at the door.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Lie Jiaomi was frightened by the sudden intruder and fell to the ground, then suddenly got up from the ground and ran out of the room.Dozens of soldiers quickly ran up the stairs, blocking further attacks by the intruders.

Huang Xuanjin didn't go after Lie Jiaomi, but looked at the guards coldly. Those guards watched the intruder who broke in vigilantly, holding guns in their hands.

There are always some people in this world who are just ants, those who stand in front of you, just kill them.No one can block the way in front of you, not even thousands of troops, not even gods and demons.

You are unstoppable and unstoppable.

When the bullets rained down, Huang Xuanjin stepped on the wall of the room suddenly, countless bullets grazed his body, the red clothes were burning, and the bullets left countless deep bullet marks on the wall.

The boy in black landed lightly on the ground like a resting bird, and he smiled with a bit of evil and arrogance.

"Don't you draw your sword?" Someone asked him.

Huang Xuanjin raised his head, and the person standing at the door was Delko, dressed in the armor of the Arthur Empire, holding his flintlock gun in his hand.

"Once my sword is pulled out, it will be bloody." Huang Xuanjin looked at him and said.

"What if I want to meet?" Delco asked.

"Do you want to see my sword, or do you want to see blood." Huangxuanjin asked, "But neither of these is good to see."

Huang Xuanjin walked up to Delko holding the sword, and he looked at Delko.

On his chest he wears the silver-leaf badge of the Knights Templar, which he has also worn on his chest.

In the end Delko slowly moved away.

Huang Xuanjin walked past him, "Thank you."

The boy walked into the dark corridor in a scarlet cloud brocade robe.

"Zichen! His Highness has been waiting for you to come back." Delco suddenly shouted to the boy's back.

The figure of Huangxuan Jin stopped, and he half-closed his eyes and looked at the depths of the corridor, and said, as if a little lonely: "I know."

But in the end he still just took the sword and walked towards the dark part of the corridor.

In the dark corridor, the scarlet cloud brocade clothes on the young man seemed to be on fire.

In the ashes is the flame.

If you forget to extinguish the flame in the ashes, someday the ashes will burn again.

On that day, it was burning flames for thousands of miles.

Lie Jiaomi ran towards the depths of the corridor, looking back at the room that the young man broke into, the soldiers shouting, the pouring rain, and the ferocious thunder and lightning.

He heard the sound of heavy Martin boots stepping on the floor, from far to near, like a mournful horn.

Lie Jiaomi hid behind the statue of Thor, the god of war in Norse mythology, in the depths of the corridor. Thor's face was solemn and he was holding a sword, ready to fight.

The heavy rain slapped the long windows in the corridor, and countless magnificent buildings in the distance were blurred by the streams of rain.The corridor was dimly lit, illuminated by blue-purple lightning that suddenly flashed from time to time.

Lie Jiaomi began to tremble when he heard the approaching footsteps in the corridor.

He came after all, the boy who would appear in his dreams every night, with a face that was almost the same as his mother's, with a smile on his lips, arrogant and arrogant, as if mocking his suicide.

That young man came, and he was buried with Thunder Wanjun as his servant, and thousands of troops and horses as his sacrifice.

In the rain, in the lightning, in the tearing sky.

Lie Jiaomi suppressed the fear in his heart, and took out a pistol/gun from his bosom. This pistol/gun was obtained after a lot of effort. There was no interval between firing, but there were only three bullets.

From the gap between the statue's legs, he saw the boy gradually walking towards here, the rain-wet trousers wrapped around his calves, and Martin boots stepping on the marble floor.

And the red color of the cloud brocade clothes seemed to be on fire in his vision.

Lie Jiaomi calmed his heartbeat, and shot at the boy from behind the statue.

Gunshots rang out, and thunder and lightning flashed outside the window.

After the thunder, there was suddenly no sound in the corridor, only the sound of water droplets falling from the window edge to the ground.

Lie Jiaomi's heart beat even harder, just as he was about to see if the boy was dead or not, heavy footsteps sounded again.

He fired twice like crazy, one bullet hit the ground in front of Huangxuan Jin's feet, the other bullet knocked down the hanging rope of the portrait hanging on the wall, and the portrait smashed another armored knight statue to the ground, just in time Falling down in front of Huangxuanjin, Huangxuanjin was stunned and had no choice but to step over the fallen sculpture.

The windows in the corridor were blown open by the strong wind, and heavy rain splashed down the narrow and dark corridor along the windows.

The black Martin boots stepped on the stagnant water on the ground.

Lie Jiaomi frantically pressed the trigger of the pistol/gun, but no bullets were fired, his fingers seemed to be convulsed, and he looked at the young man who was walking step by step.

That person has finally come, he doesn't want to bow down, don't surrender, just die.

Blood crimes must be paid with blood!

The salty liquid flowed all over Lie Jiaomi's face, and there was no longer any malicious light in his dark eyes.He shook his head, still mechanically pressing the pistol/gun without bullets, as if it was his only support.

Huang Xuanjin came over and squatted in front of him, and took off the pistol/gun from his hand, "It's useless, there are no more bullets."

Lie Jiaomi sat on the ground slumped, looking at Huangxuan Jin with cloudy eyes.

Huangxuanjin looked at Thor, the God of War who drew his sword to fight next to him, "What's the use of hiding here? Thor won't protect you, just like the Arthur Empire won't protect you. Same, in In their eyes, you are nothing more than an ant. They are wise and powerful, and they care about the common people, but in their eyes, you are the part that can be abandoned."

"You... who are you?" Lie Jiaomi asked the person in front of him with a trembling voice.

Huang Xuanjin played with the gun in his hand, did not speak for a long time, and it took a long time before a smile came from the corner of his mouth.

"Who am I?" He twitched his lips contemptuously.

"Remember, my name is Huangxuanjin. Huangxuanjin from the Huangxuan family in the south of the Yangtze River."

He looked at Lie Jiaomi and said word for word.

Lie Jiaomi felt his hands trembling uncontrollably. In fact, he knew that boy from the first time he saw him. Except for the boy back then, who else would have such eyes.

...sharp as if capable of cutting people.

Most of the time, Huang Xuanjin kept his eyes half open, as if he hadn't woken up.

But when he opened his eyes, those eyes were the same as that of that woman back then, sharp and fierce.

Huang Xuanjin gently took off the glove on Lie Jiaomi's right hand. In fact, Lie Jiaomi's glove was never worn because of the little finger that was chopped off by Hong Lianyin, but because of the one on his right hand that could not be taken off. Bloody Jade Ring.

After that banquet, the blood-soaked jade ring turned completely red, as red as fresh blood.But Lie Jiaomi found that he couldn't take off the ring no matter what.

Countless nights he woke up in those nightmares, wishing he could cut off his ring finger!He knew that it was the souls of the Huangxuan family, and those souls living in the jade talisman came to him.

He broke his oath, he betrayed his soul!

Huang Xuanjin slowly pulled the Que Xie sword out of the scabbard.

"Let me go, let me go." Lie Jiaomi was still struggling, and he suddenly smiled and said to Huang Xuanjin as if thinking of something, "Didn't you also betray Donghuang? Everyone's betrayal There are difficulties, right, I am the same as you. Every betrayer should have a chance to be forgiven, I am like this, and you are like this, right? En?"

Huang Xuanjin held the sword in his hand in a daze, "Every traitor should have a chance to be forgiven?"

"Enen! Yes! You are the same as me! You should be forgiven!" Seeing that he had a chance to live, Lie Jiaomi continued, "Should the betrayer be killed? Do you really want to?" Do you want to be killed yourself?"

"Forgiven?"

"En!"

A huge thunder and lightning flashed, the sky shattered, and blood splashed on the marble floor with water, the rich blood was diluted by the cold rain.

The bloody sword slowly returned to its sheath.

More rain poured in through the rattling windows. Outside the window, the magnificent buildings of Asgard looked like a depressing oil painting under the clouds. Pray in the rain.

Blood flowed to the base of the majestic and sacred statue of Thor, the God of War, and the black-haired boy took off the gradually fading red jade ring from the corpse.

Heavy Martin boots stepped in the dark and water-logged corridor, and the sound of footsteps was mixed with the sound of rain.

"Yes, I am also a betrayer, but no one in this world is qualified to forgive me."

As he said to Aquinas in that church, he accepts no forgiveness from anyone and never forgives anyone.

He has said many truths in the name of jokes, but few people take them seriously.

The scarlet embroidered crane's cloud brocade robe slowly slipped off the young man's shoulders, half dragging to the ground, exposing the young man's thin shoulders wrapped in a white shirt.

It's over, everything should be over.

The surviving souls of that banquet were finally sacrificed to the crows.

The long-awaited crow outside the Golden Gallon Palace rested on the eaves.