[Yuanshen] After full favorability, the dimension wall is broken

Chapter of the Young Master's Invitation to the Maelstrom

Act VIII The Last Sanctuary

"Blue is the sky, water, and air;"

"It is depth and infinity, it is freedom and life..."

"Blue is the most essential color of the universe."

You woke up from the ruins, hugged your legs and curled up in the shadow cast by the broken steel bars and concrete, staring blankly at the dark blue sky through the gap.

It looks so blue, it reminds you of many, many colors you have seen before.The bunting, the mountain, the snow covering it, the forgotten paintings, the photographs, and looking down from the top—

——A piece of the deepest, silent, dull blue that belongs to the deep sea.

A gust of wind blows, and the broken wind chime rolls weakly in a ruined land. You seem to hear the sound of the wind chime blowing from the distant memory.

But you know better than anyone else that this broken wind chime will no longer make a sound.The fountain in the Place de Breni was smashed, and the white pebbles were scattered all over the place; the intact marble was broken, and the old strings of Madame Lorna's symphony orchestra would no longer vibrate.The handwriting carved in early summer was devoured in the flames of war, leaving no ashes.

Arguments, curses, and cries of pain sound from your side, all of which are terminated by a short and heavy sound of a bullet being fired.You can no longer bear the great grief and fear, tightly close your eyes, cover your ears, and curl up under the cover of the ruins as much as possible.

It's okay...it's okay...it'll be over soon...

soon……

It will be over soon...

Feeling someone gently hold your hand, you tremble violently, and your whole body tenses up.You raised your head subconsciously, and saw a pair of dark blue eyes.

The young man pursed his lips, and there seemed to be slight ripples in his calm eyes.You suddenly felt a great sadness, but you couldn't say anything, you just moved your lips:

"……sorry."

He didn't speak, just bent down, and gently opened his arms to hug you.You subconsciously want to break free, but in a cold battlefield, such comforting, tolerant, and conciliatory warmth that belongs to your partner makes you nostalgic. The smell of moving blood.

You are very afraid of blood, very afraid of war, very afraid of death.Maybe a long time ago, you might not think so.Some "artists" living in safe cities boast that they are never afraid of death, and even associate beauty with death.

However, when you are actually in the ruins, you suddenly realize that you are much more afraid than you imagined.

You understand very well that the young man beside you has come out of the battlefield.You know him, you must know him better than anyone at this moment——

——"Prince" Dadalia, like a silver blade wrapped in velvet, under the cheerful and confident appearance, is the body of a swordsman who has been tempered to the extreme.

He is the youngest Executor of Fools and one of the most dangerous Executors of Fools.

You can smell the bloody smell on his body, even though his clothes seem to be only stained with a little dust; you can even guess that those blue eyes were occupied by crazy fighting intent and terrifying pleasure before seeing you, Those hands that hold you so tenderly may have been involved in some dangerous battle just now.

But he just didn't say anything, and you didn't ask anything.He sat down and handed you food and water; you broke open the dry bread and gave him half of it forcefully; then you sat down and ate in silence.You leaned together and enjoyed a moment of peace.

"How?" Dadalia's voice was still clear—he didn't seem to be afraid of these battles, "Can you contact the outside world?"

This is the third day after the sudden outbreak of war, and you have moved your security points twice.With the support of the power bank, you try to use the remaining power of your phone to send messages to the outside world, but the bomb seems to have blown up all communication channels.

Funtaria has become a veritable island, and you even have to start thinking about the threat from the ocean as the island sinks.

You shook your head and silently took a bite of the bread.This time the bread was whole wheat and completely cold.It doesn't have any unwanted smells, with an industrially produced plastic wrapping smell to it.But you don't hate it-compared with the sweet and greasy jam that was cold before, this whole wheat bread makes you feel more "alive".

"Everyone... how are you?"

After a while, you asked in a low voice.

The young man beside you paused for a moment, then rubbed your hair affectionately: "Don't worry, Evelyn has also thought of this possibility to some extent. Besides, this team may have more experience than you to deal with this kind of thing." Make it richer."

There was a bit of coldness and sarcasm in his tone, but you didn't refute, but silently handed him another half of the bread, and drank a few mouthfuls of water yourself.

You can more or less guess it, even if the team members don't know, Evelyn also knows that the situation here is not safe.Perhaps it was because of a recent heavyweight photography exhibition, or perhaps because she was obsessed with Funitaria in early summer, she brought the team here with some kind of expectation.

...Yeah, who would have thought.

War is such an absurd, sudden, and painful thing.

Dadalia didn't mention Evelyn anymore, but sat next to you and chatted with you with a smile.He asked you a lot about the world, and in return he told you a lot of adventure stories.

He said that it was a long time ago. At that time, he was not called Dadalia, or the "son" in the mouth of the fools; he had not even joined the fools. "Winter", in his eyes, is just an endless snowfield, and his father's favorite ice fishing.

At that time, he and his father carved water holes in the frozen ice lake, and then sat by and fished; it was not an easy job, which sometimes took up an entire morning.

But whether it is digging on the thick ice or waiting for a long time for the fish to take the bait, there are endless stories of my father.

It was the adventure of his father when he was young, the origin of his real name, and the future he secretly promised in his heart.

So every time he would listen carefully, take the protagonist in his father's story as himself, and be fascinated by the story while waiting for the fish to take the bait.

"The old man said later," Dadalia showed a look of nostalgia on his face, ""Fishing is also a training course for soldiers to hone their perseverance and reflect on their fighting methods", haha. "

At dusk, he got up again to leave.You know, he's preparing your dinner.Although you consciously store some food every time, after all, after the signal is cut off, you can't predict when the rescue will arrive, when the war will end, and you don't even know where the battle is——

——No, perhaps Dadalia knew.

But he never talked to you about the war.

When he was around, you shared food and water, healed the scratches silently for him, or huddled together and shared each other's stories; when he was not around, you quietly waited for him to come back in the ruins After wiping off the blood on his body, he returns to you with the smell of war and blood, putting away his fighting spirit and madness, handing you food and water, or leading you to the next safe point.

Because of the protection of Dadalia, you have not faced the battlefield directly.All you can do is try not to hold him back—although the other party's compliment of "partner, you run as fast as the winter girl" is a bit weird, but you still breathe a sigh of relief after hearing it.

...After all, there's not much you can do to help.

You know it's dangerous out there, but you can't stop Dadalia from going out in search of food.Occasionally he will find a copy for several days, but you still have to keep informed of the fighting situation outside.You are constantly changing locations, and the strong loss of contact and anxiety makes you want to collapse many times——

——But every time you see the person in front of you is confident, satisfied, and even has a little aftertaste of the battle, you can feel a little relieved when you can't laugh or cry.

That day, when you woke up and saw him go out for the first time, you subconsciously grabbed his hand and opened your mouth, but you couldn't say anything.

As if sensing your mood, the young man's dark blue eyes trembled rarely.Afterwards, he leaned down and stretched out his little finger with a smile: "Partner, we have made an appointment, and I will definitely come back to see you intact. You know my strength."

"So--"

"—The glacier is cold, the snow field is cold, and the lying tongue is completely frozen."

"Okay, don't forget our agreement and wait here for my return."

The dull footsteps sounded, and you woke up from the past memories. You quickly extinguished the candles, curled up in the corner of the ruins, and did not make any sound.

It was two men, speaking the local language.After the process of collecting folk songs, although you still can’t speak fluently, you can basically understand some of them—after all, this is just a variant of English; and after all, there are only a few commonly used words in daily life.

What they say is peppered with a lot of nonsensical expletives.You listened quietly, and managed to piece together a piece of information:

"The Suka supermarket in the north is organized to attack today."

They seem to be discussing a revenge campaign—you hear the sound of metal rubbing and bullets being loaded amidst the malicious laughter.

In the course of the vast and tragic war, every ordinary person was actively or forced to be involved in various small battles.This kind of group siege of people who carry a lot of resources and unfortunately expose this has also become a norm, but today is different-

——The target of today's "hunting" is because the young man defeated too many people who tried to grab resources from him too ruthlessly.He is a foreigner, not an official soldier, but every move he makes is for the purpose of killing.

Such people are too dangerous for them.Therefore, all kinds of "powers" large and small that appeared in the war regarded him as a thorn in his side.They hit it off immediately, and after using the bait to grasp his whereabouts, just now, the two groups decided to attack him together.

You moved your lips, but the broken information was enough to make you feel like falling into an ice cave.

Suka supermarket, young foreigners...

...If the agreement has just been reached...then Dadalia may know that he is going to fight a group of people, but he doesn't know that there are still people ambushing in the dark!

You gritted your teeth, clutching the stones that fell from the ruins with your right hand.

... You have to tell him that you can't sit idly by.

It seemed that the agreed time was coming soon, and the two chatted about something, and set off again after everything was equipped.After waiting quietly for a while, you also got out from the ruins and followed them slowly in their direction.

When you really saw the figures of those two men, you felt your legs trembling slightly.You hid behind the wall, pawing at the wall with both hands.

This is the first time you have walked alone among the ruins after the war, and you know that you must not be caught—otherwise, not to mention you, even Dadalia will be implicated by you.

But you have to.

A strong sense of foreboding drives you away from the overwhelming fear and walks to the Suka supermarket.You stay in a nearby bunker and see the two go by, some hiding in the corners of the building.

Although it is for the sake of safety, you are too far away, even through the glasses, you can't see clearly what happened, so you can only keep your eyes on the supermarket, looking around for the figure of the young man.

The construction zone was silent.Just when you couldn't help trembling, the sound of brisk footsteps walked in with your faster and faster heartbeat.You turned sideways slightly, but froze again——

--That is……

... Dadalia?

He was wearing a white military uniform overcoat, with large swathes of blood dripping on it; blood spots were even splattered on his face, and those familiar dark blue eyes were filled with madness, joy, and fighting intent.He held two different long-handled weapons in both hands, and his orange-brown hair fluttered in the wind.

"what……"

You heard him sigh, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"In the wind... there is a breath of dispute."

This seems to be the last fuse of the bomb. You see the young man piercing through the illusion of tranquility like an arrow, colliding violently with the people rushing out of the supermarket.His movements are so fast, every time he swings the knife without any hesitation, and there is even a kind of crazy smile on his face, you can almost only see it from the blood stains on his coat——

— This is him.

This is... the youngest executive of fools, and one of the most dangerous executives of fools...

..."Young Master" Dadalia.

"—You can trust him, but you don't have to fall in love with him."

You moved your lips and subconsciously took half a step back, leaning against the wall behind you.

That's... Dadalia...

At this moment, you heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.You looked at the man not far away who was lying prone on the ground aiming at Dadalia, and then at Dadalia who was concentrating on the battle, and your brain suddenly went blank.

He is very powerful, he can single-handedly slaughter the dragon heirs of the entire lair, he can go deep into the dangerous secret place and then retreat completely, and he can even subvert the territory of a certain big noble by himself...

However, here, he has no elemental power.

He just...

...just a normal person.

He is just the "son" Dadalia...

...just "Ajax".

You know very well that without any precautions, it is impossible for him to escape this fatal blow.

Your mind goes blank.You just remember that you picked up the brick from your side, took two steps forward, and smashed it hard——

——A violent gunshot rang out, and all you could see in your eyes were blood, curses, dust and broken stones flying all over the sky...

There are also those dark blue eyes that looked at you for a moment, and the pupils that trembled slightly due to excessive shock.

The author says:

危险行为，请大家不要模仿（当然，也不可能发生就是了）感谢在2022-02-1712:01:01~2022-02-1821:30:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Dianthus flower girl;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Chixi; 6 bottles of cute eggs; 5 bottles of Sujiang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?