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

Chapter of the Young Master's Invitation to the Maelstrom

Act IX Amorch 'Anull' Amatoamar Perdona

You looked at the bloody brick in your hand and trembled violently, wanting to throw it away as if you had been electrocuted.But in the next second, the furious cursing of the man kneeling on the ground instantly brought you back to reality——

——You have never realized so clearly that this is the battlefield.

Looking at countless pairs of cold, malicious eyes, you opened your mouth and subconsciously turned to the young people in the crowd.

You realize that he is looking at you too.

Those dark blue eyes, as deep and dull as the sea, are now trembling slightly with shock and all kinds of complicated emotions that you can't understand.

Immediately afterwards, all the complicated emotions in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a smile that was determined to go his own way.

There is a distance between you, there are countless people staring at you, screaming, and cursing. The cold light of killing almost illuminates the entire bleak night sky together with the incomplete street lights.

But you seemed to hear his voice.

He says--

"—partner, come to me!"

You gritted your teeth and turned over the broken wall in front of you.The strange man behind you grabbed your leg vigorously, you staggered and fell from the broken wall, and large pieces of sharp sand rubbed blood on your arms and knees.The severe pain almost made you cry, but you just wiped your hands vigorously across the side of your face and ran forward——

——Afterwards, you fell into a warm embrace with a strong smell of blood.

The young man who was holding you tightly bent his body slightly, his blood-stained white coat heaving violently with his rapid breathing.

You subconsciously pulled his clothes, choked hard and buried your head on his neck, breathing heavily, swallowing the bloody air around him.

You really wish it was all fake, it was just an unreal dream.You hope that you are all just ordinary people, meeting in a foreign land, traveling together, teasing each other, reuniting after a long absence, meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land——

However, on the battlefield, it is destined to be just a hug that is too short.

Just when you were about to let go of him, you were forced back into this bloody hug by a hand.

"...?" You opened your eyes wide, moved your chapped lips, and the two hands hanging by your sides twitched slightly.

Pale street lamps flicker in front of your eyes, and a cloud of dust covers the entire sky.

"Close your eyes." The young man's voice was like the cold moonlight on the snowfield, "Partner, I swear to you... I will never let you fall down."

At the age of 14, in order to escape from his unchanging family, he left with a small dagger and a small bag of bread.

At the age of 14, the frivolous boy got lost in the mountains and forests.

Chased by a giant bear and a pack of wolves, he stumbled and fell into a bottomless black chasm.

There, he saw the infinite possibilities of another ancient world; there, he met a mysterious swordsman by chance.

There, out of his turbulent nature, grew the ability to provoke endless struggle.

However, this ability is finally no longer just for the most dangerous enemy alone.

"...But the martial arts that truly reach the pinnacle are achieved by 'humans'."

"Ajax..."

"...Why on earth are you swinging your sword?"

Metal and metal collided violently, he wrapped you tightly in a warm white coat, and led you forward step by step.His breathing was not disturbed at all, and every time he briefly deviated from the route, there was the sound of a sharp weapon being stabbed, and the heavy sound of something falling to the ground.

You don't remember exactly what you were thinking at the time.Your vision was pitch black, and all you remember is that you held onto his red scarf tightly.In the strong smell of blood, you suddenly understood why he came back every day without any blood on his body.

Because of……

Did he put on his coat on purpose because he didn't want you to see the blood on him?

Is it the same as back then?Like...was it the same when protecting Tok?

You are constantly shaking.You are afraid of blood, afraid of death, afraid of killing, afraid of the frenzy of fighting in those dark blue eyes.

But you're not afraid of this bloody hug.

In the warm darkness, you close your eyes.You know that you don't have the courage to rush out again.You want to go home, want to be with your parents, and you even start to miss the work that the team leader and Mr. Ren sent you.

But if you were given another choice, you would still choose to rush out.

because……

...He is also protecting you with this will.

The sound of rushing water broke into your ears, and your eyes widened instantly.

There is only one river near here.

That river is... the Nalukesh Canal.

that river is...

...the river when you first met.

——How would you describe early summer in a foreign country?

A sky as blue as cornflower petals?

Is it the white pigeons passing by the square beside the church?

Is it the people dancing in the evening, or the accordion being played?

It's the sea sparkling in the sun...

... Or the eyes of the people around you, deeper than the deepest sea?

You feel the person next to you let go of your hand.The curses of the chasing person are still sounding, and you stand there in a daze, looking into his dark blue eyes.

He looked at you tenderly, gently brushed away your messy hair, bent down slightly, and looked straight into your eyes.

Then he gives you a hard push into the canal—

——At that moment, you understood his intention.Your mind goes blank, all you remember is that you grabbed his scarf almost frantically, and then fell with him into the dark canal.

"Let me go!" The anxious voice of the young man rang in your ears, and the dark and icy river water kept pouring into your nasal cavity.You're constantly struggling to remember the swimming skills you've learned since elementary school.

Said to be a canal, the river is not deep.You talked a lot about the past, you told him about learning to swim.

That's why...he's going to push you into the river and face those people alone.

"Let go. . . . Leave me alone, miss, let go!"

The proud and frivolous executive officer, now covered in blood, begged his companions to abandon him on the battlefield with a bit of pleading in the icy river.

This is where the moon doesn't shine, and you taste blood in your mouth.Your heart is almost broken into several pieces, but you just keep swallowing the strong smell of rust, crying with all your strength, and struggling in the river.

In the icy river, you think a lot.You think of your parents, friends you haven't contacted for a long time, teachers who taught you, colleagues, and even unfinished work.

You think of the encounter with everyone, you think of the scenery you have seen together, you think of the confusing lights when you look up at the stage, you think of the fireworks blooming in the sky, and you think of the night when the thunder flashed.

You think of the shimmering deep sea.

You have never been so clearly aware that you want to live.You love life, you are so—

"I absolutely, absolutely—"

Your lips and nostrils are already filled with the smell of blood, but strength surged from your bruised arms from nowhere, dragging the young man forward in the icy river.

"—I will absolutely live with you!"

A few bullets sounded, and the youth behind you led you to push hard to the left to avoid them.You are trembling constantly, but you know in your heart that those people have already lost too many hands to Dadalia, and they will not risk getting wet in the river again.

You swim forward almost frantically.

If you can't move with one hand, use two.

Even if you bite his scarf with your teeth and forcefully drag him ashore, you will definitely live with him.

The sharp reeds cut your cheeks and arms, but you didn't hesitate.You pushed them away with all your strength, and threw yourself on the shore in embarrassment.

Dadalia didn't say a word, and you were too tired to speak anymore.You support each other towards the cathedral, a long trail of blood trails on the ground.

... If one takes a boat along the Nalukesh Canal and walks from the bank of the river through the reeds, one can come to this beautifully carved building.It has eight huge stained glass windows and numerous beautiful rose windows.For such a small country, it undoubtedly makes people wonder whether it is too extravagant.

Phil...

...that is, "fragile things."

Its eight glass windows have all been shattered, and only the dilapidated building structure is still watching silently in the moonlight.

This small country, even the last church, cannot be protected.

You go into the church and huddle under the giant statue to keep each other warm.Dadalia's breathing was a little disordered, and he frowned slightly, as if he was enduring some pain.

You didn't speak, but silently pulled off his clothes and checked the wound for him.

This is the first time you see his back.New wounds and old wounds are intertwined mottled, mixed with open wounds dripping blood, your hands are constantly shaking, and your heart is as cold as the water of the Lukesh Canal.

Dadalia leaned against the wall of the church, staring blankly at the huge oil painting on the dome, allowing the girl to examine his fragile neck.

Before going to the Suka supermarket, he had already experienced a fierce battle.Supplies here have been looted, but her country's rescue team seems to be arriving soon.

If he wanted to take her to the next safe point, he had to clear the danger ahead for her so that she didn't have to witness the war in person.

but……

……He failed.

That fight went well.Large swathes of blood smeared on the white clothes, and he was even happy that he had lost his elemental power, thus gaining a brand new fighting experience.But he stopped in time and went to the Suka supermarket, but was ambushed by two groups of people there.

... If he hadn't saved a certain amount of strength when he saw her friend, he might not be able to bring her out safely even if he was injured.

Looking at the girl behind him, he moved his lips.

After leaving the abyss and returning to his hometown, he changed a lot.

He is no longer timid and hesitant, but has become frivolous and confident.

As if the world was supposed to revolve around him, as if the fight was for him.

Fights often bring about changes, and unpredictable changes attract him like a spinning kaleidoscope.

Relying on a master from the abyss, he has never been afraid of war.In order to feed his insatiable desire for conquest, to fill his growing self and the pleasure of being defeated by a powerful enemy, he put on a mask for endless battles. From then on, he is no longer Ajax, but the Queen of Ice The "son" Dadalia of the line.

He has great power, he stands at the top of power, he can provide his family with affluent living conditions, and he can protect his family, even if it is just a child's immature dream.

...But, there is no one to protect him anymore.

He moved his lips, feeling that she was trembling constantly examining his wound.

"you……"

His voice was hoarse.

"……Are you scared?"

Fear of bloodshed, fear of death, fear of war...

You can……

...Are you afraid of me?

The actions of the people behind him paused.He has never felt his heart being clenched like this, even when he is in the most dangerous situation, he has never felt such a mood——

——Is he, "scared"?

You paused, looking at the scars all over the body of the proud young man in front of you, and listening to his voice that was no longer in high spirits, you felt your heart was broken into several pieces, and every breath was wrapped in pain like a knife.

He turned sideways, raised his head weakly, and turned his blood-stained face to you, waiting for your answer.

You shook your head vigorously, and squeezed out a smile: "Young Master Dadalia is the executive officer of fools..."

"But 'Ajax' is the partner I must protect. "

He seemed to be stunned, and his dull blue eyes, like the deep sea, were constantly trembling.Then, before you could react, you fell into that bloody embrace.

"……Thank you."

"Promise me, buddy..."

"I'm just a strand of soul, it's no big deal to die here."

"Promise me, don't take such risks again...never again..."

His voice was slightly choked with inaudible sobs.

You leaned tightly on him, trembling and stroking the scars on his back, and finally covered your face and cried bitterly.You shook your head and wept so hard that even the statue of the Virgin Mary seemed to be weeping silently with you.

Why……

Why is there a war?

Why do people want to hurt each other?

He didn't say anything more.You just curled up quietly in the church, enjoying a short period of peace.

You dug out some emergency medicines from the cabinet in the church, held back your tears and carefully administered them to him bit by bit.

These bloody wounds make you almost speechless, and you almost have to ask "does it hurt" without moving your hands at first? At first, this restless little fox made a hissing sound, but look After seeing your bewildered look, he quickly shook his head and said he was joking.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Looking at your expression, the young man explained clumsily, "...you, look, life and death battles have not happened before."

Seeing your increasingly terrified expression, he immediately shut his mouth.Honestly let you give him medicine.

You are exhausted and need food and water.The next morning, when Dadalia got up again, you begged him to let you go, but he shook his head gently but firmly.

"Wait here for my return." He stretched out his little finger, and with a sly smile you are familiar with, he winked at you, "Trust me."

"The glaciers are cold, and the snowfields are cold."

"—the lying tongue is all frozen."

You hid in the church, staring blankly at the rows of empty seats.If it weren't for the war, the Funitaria people would sing the early summer hymns together here, waiting for God's salvation.

Are churches built for "waiting" and "hope"?

...But just like Funitaria did not wait for peace in the end, you also did not wait for Dadalia who returned as promised, only waiting for many strange footsteps.

However, they did not enter the church.

You see, even the Cathedral of Feel is no longer safe at last.It's just that, as Dadalia predicted, the religious significance of this church lock and its sacred status in the hearts of the Funitaria people can still support you for a while.

But you didn't go, you just waited paranoidly in the corner.You waited from morning to noon, from noon to afternoon, until the daylight began to shift downward, and you saw the hurried figure.

You ran towards him in surprise and hugged him tightly, full of joy of regaining what was lost.Dadalia has a relaxed smile on his face, calming down your restless mood.

He rubs your head and tells you that help is here and he will send you there.It's just that the situation outside is not good right now, you have to take a detour and start now.

You nodded vigorously and followed behind him with confidence.Dadalia took you around the road constantly, avoiding pedestrians in the bunker, just like you transferred the safe point several times.

but……

...if it's the same, fine.

The closer to the airport, the more people gathered.You have been spotted several times, and you have to fight a bloody road before escaping.You notice that the wound on his body is open again, and you keep covering your mouth and choking silently, but you know that there is no chance for you to turn back.

You can no longer go back to the Feer Cathedral, you can't go back to Fenitaria, you can't go back to the beginning.

And now, you have no way to move forward.

Those chasing you seem to firmly believe that Dadalia has accumulated a lot of supplies, or has something to do with this war, and they are almost frantically besieging him.You were forced into a ruin and hid in a small hole in a panic.

Looking at the bloody dusk outside the ruined walls, you leaned against the wall weakly and breathed hard.You are already too tired, and even amidst the countless footsteps and cursing, you are beginning to be unable to resist the invading drowsiness.

At this time, the young man beside you grabbed your hands and stared at you closely with those dark blue eyes.You raised your sleepy eyes and looked into his eyes.

You startled.

There is no reflection of anyone in his eyes, and even the most hearty battle is just a dark sea without light.

But at this moment, you see yourself in his eyes.

"My master once asked me..." He gently took off the mask, "...why do I swing the knife, what is the meaning of fighting?"

You don't know why, but you also forgot your fear, and just held his hand tightly back with tears.You don't understand what he is going to do, but there is a voice in the chaos of your thoughts, which makes you hold him beseechingly.

"However, if I get the answer and pursue that meaning, will the battle I have been pursuing stop?"

The sound of artillery fire pierced through the sky, but the earth that had shed tears fell into silence.

"...But, I still found it."

The young man in front of him, the youngest executive officer among the Fools, his eyes dimmed by the abyss, now glowed with bright fire.

He put on a mask for endless battles, and from then on he is no longer Ajax, but the "son" Dadalia who is serving the Queen of Ice.He took off the mask to protect that will, and the name is no longer important, he just wants a code name for her to call him.

"Ajax, you have indeed become proficient in martial arts, and you are an extremely sharp weapon."

"...But the martial arts that truly reach the pinnacle are achieved by 'humans'."

"Ajax..."

"...Why on earth are you swinging your sword?"

Since then, he has also found the meaning of waving his knife.

Since then, he is no longer a weapon that wields a knife meaninglessly, but the real "self".

This is what he lost in the abyss... once.

He lost "himself".

He let go of his hand gently but firmly, and gently put the broken mask on her face.

"...at least at this moment..."

In the sound of gunfire, in the cursing in an unknown language that you don't understand, in the wailing, in the weeping, on the tearful earth, you heard him say:

"...The meaning of my fighting is to protect you."

The author says:

Amorch 'Anull' Amato amar Perdona.

——"Love, let everyone who is loved inevitably love"

Francesca's "Inferno"

感谢在2022-02-1821:30:50~2022-02-1911:54:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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