The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

The white cold light illuminates the ancient city walls of Jerusalem, the baby's first cry pierces the silent night sky, the angels of the Pure Fire Heaven surround God's throne and sing praises hymns in unison, the golden light mist turns into rain and snow, and she was born He holds the scepter, glorious and high.

It was the birth of a god, and she set the throne high in the sky, and the stars swept down from the sky with long and narrow golden arcs, like the sword of Damocles.

That day will be the day of judgment. God descends from the sky with unparalleled power, and the flying fireballs testify to her glory and authority.

The time has not yet come, but it is near.

--Inscription

Asgard, Jiyuan Shrine.

The night sky above is always extremely cold, and the long black hair is blown up by the bitter cold wind. Holder is wearing a thick robe and wandering alone in the high and empty palace.

He has lived here for so many years, except for a few attendants who take care of his daily life, no one will come here, and he lives alone without any fun, so he has also developed the habit of walking in the cold wind at night.The cold wind may not be good company, but it can make people extra clear.Jiyuan Shrine has always been the residence of the priests of past dynasties. It is very large and empty. There are no visitors in many places for nearly a hundred years. There will always be many extra gains if you calm down and take a walk.

Like an adventure, you don't know what you're going to get, but it's always fun and memorable, even if it's a bit dangerous.

The blond soul floated in the cold wind, and he looked down at his younger brother's eyebrows, as if facing a mirror.

"Here we come." Holder suddenly stopped and looked up at the night sky.

"...Ah, it's finally here." Baldr also raised his head, and brilliant sparks were reflected in those bright silver eyes.

At the end of the sky, the star that should have been the dimmest and most distant, just now, flashed, as if burning.

Hell, the unknown.

The man's long purple curly hair slid down his shoulders, exuding an elegant and bright luster.He raised his goblet, and the bright red liquid in the transparent glass container swayed.Those strange bright green eyes stared at the transparent cup for a while, the slender and bony hands held the wine cup tightly, and the rose-colored lips touched the edge, seductively kissing like a red rose.

The red wine rolled down the throat, leaving a burning pain.Satan put down his wine glass, his bright emerald eyes were lazy.He raised his head and looked at the pitch-black sky, which was always covered by the deepest sin and despair, without a single ray of light, and without the brilliance of stars.

Satan stretched out his slender index finger to rub his lips, and a few drops of dark red wine rolled down, staining the snow-white neckline red.He raised his head thoughtfully, as if he could see the golden flower in the sky.

"Heh, is this coming?"

Asgard, the Temple of the Fog Sea God, the headquarters of the Hall of Valor.

"My lord, this is a new document..." The member of the Hall of Valor with golden symbols embroidered on his neck gently pushed open the door engraved with intricate golden patterns, holding a stack of white paper-like documents in his arms.

He quietly walked over to put down the document, and when he raised his head, he unexpectedly saw the noble Lord of the Hall of Valor staring blankly at the clean sky outside the window, the quill in his hand scratched an important document , but he himself didn't notice it at all, his silver-gray hair swept across his cheeks with the movement, and his eyes shone with incredible light.

"My lord?" The young Hall of Valor members approached in confusion, looking in the same direction, their eyes widened in an instant.

"Oh my God..." He sighed the same as Odin, as if possessed by something.

In the far sky, the most distant stars erupted with the most blazing flashes, and then dragged a beautiful and dazzling tail flame, leaving a pale golden trail all the way across the sky, occupying their entire field of vision.

It was a falling comet, as if to imply the fate of all.

Dowal College, Principal's Office.

"Ares! How many times have I told you not to touch the old man's yellow peach...!" Dodolski shouted angrily, but became silent halfway through.

"Here we come." She said softly, and then the black God of War dexterously turned over the sofa and ran to the balcony. Behind her, the seal in the red tuxedo stumbled.

"Slow down! You can't wait for the old man..." Dodolski rolled all the way to the balcony and struggled feebly when he got up.

"Look." Ares ignored him and pointed to the night sky.

A star just fell there a minute ago, and the blaze was different from before, but that wasn't a reason to alarm them.

In areas beyond the reach of ordinary people, [Concepts] felt another terrifying power slowly awakening.That power is slightly distorting time and space, and at the same time secretly modifying the frequency and path of space, which cannot be known to mortals, but finally awakens them.

If you calm down, you will feel a different atmosphere than before.

In midsummer night, the cicadas stopped chirping, the birds stopped flapping their wings, the lights swayed slightly, and the light and shadow of the moon changed and returned in an instant, as if the time that was broken in an instant was stitched together by an invisible hand.

All of this hints that something is about to come.

"It's about to start." Ares whispered, like an ominous curse.

"Little Rocky...the fate of the world, our destiny, is about to turn again..." The dark green and gold-encrusted box sighed faintly in the darkness, and the red-haired boy was silent, just stretched out his hand and quietly stroked the long and narrow shoulder. scars.

That's a warning, and a shame.

——After she comes, no one can change the fate until everything is really over.