The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

[Prophecy] is the information about the future obtained by peeping into the future.People with the ability to predict are divided into three types according to their ability: [Prophet], [Priest], and [Priest].

[Priest] is the most powerful kind of prophet. It depends entirely on talent and cannot be acquired.The number is very rare, often only one in thousands of years.There have also been cases in history where more than a dozen priests appeared at the same time, but their prophecy ability was greatly weakened, only a little stronger than the [priest], far from the level of knowing everything in the literature.It can be seen from this that the priest's ability to predict is stronger when the number is small.In the case of only one priest, he even clearly knew the time, place, and person of the prophecy, but due to the limitations of some worlds, he could only reveal a small part, but it was still extremely accurate.Therefore, it is also said that the "priest" is the god of destiny who descended.

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Asgard, Jiyuan Shrine.

The black human figure appeared in the mist, slowly condensing into a solid body, and the long golden hair illuminated the dark mountain top, like a new rising sun.

Jiyuan Shrine, a palace specially built by Zeus, the god king of the light gods, for the priest Holder. It is located on the highest mountain in Asgard, surrounded by clouds and mist, lonely and quiet, and there are no people. There are special attendants who arrange the lives of the priests. Monotonous and boring.

In a person's life, because of concern, there are joys and sorrows, and there are so many unsolved mysteries, so there is meaning in existence.If a person knows everything and knows everything, it would be too lonely to live.

Holder is.

He is the only priest in this era, the earthly incarnation of destiny, living alone in the huge shrine, recording the future for this world, and being lonely for a lifetime.

The man with long black hair smiled softly and waited for her in front of her. The light white sacrificial robe was embroidered with gorgeous patterns with silver thread, and the black gold pattern was embroidered on the neckline. He was clamping red gemstones. His silver eyes were empty and silent. beautiful.

He can't see.

Haotian has always felt that Holder and Frey are somewhat similar, with the same gentle and reassuring smile, black hair, and their appearance is even a bit similar. The only disharmony is that Holder was exiled The nobles of the Dark God Race, and Frey has the blood of the Light God Race royal family.Holder is the god of darkness, yet has the warmth of sunshine, reminiscent of falling light.

"You asked Hela to call me over. What is the prophecy this time? If it is related to Frey, it should be reported to Zeus first, or to say, Father." Haotian asked, driving away distracting thoughts from his mind.

"You love that child very much, so I think it's better to tell you." Holder sighed softly, and had the illusion that time flies, as if the river is flowing backwards, the dead are resurrected, and withered flowers bloom again.

"From your tone, I'm afraid it's not good news." The last time Haotian saw Holder sigh, that prophecy was quite tragic, and it came true, which is by no means a good memory.

The brain began to ache again... The shattered sky, the dead skeletons embracing each other, the withered giant trees, the black smoke engulfed the slender figure, and there was a dying cry; in the sea of ​​light and flames, the giant dragon Falling with the phoenix one after another; purple and gray intertwined, the god returned; that person withered in the wind... such a painful and tragic memory.

"Black devours the last ray of light, and casts a blood-stained long sword from the clouds; golden wings fall in sorrow, and the whitest feathers are stained with the most hopeless filth; the prelude to the beginning of a new era, the master of light tears the shackles; sorrow and The light is intertwined, and the ancient light returns." Holder groaned softly.

"...It sounds like a story of depravity and redemption." Haotian took a long time to speak.

"Don't be in a hurry to make a statement, it's a long time before this happens, let's talk about yourself. Also, it's not hospitality to stand in the cold and chat, come in." Holder He grabbed Haotian's wrist and dragged her into Jiyuan Shrine.

I go!Holder, you can't see, you're not afraid of bumping into a wall if you drag me away like this!The strength of the priest is so great, it is unscientific, hey!

The above is Haotian's inner complaint.

After entering, Holder let go of his hand, and sat on the pear wood chair behind the golden nanmu table. The pillars were full of a large number of documents, stacked into a mountain of scrolls.

Haotian rubbed his wrists, dragged a chair and sat down, and looked around the study.It is clean and tidy, probably because there is almost no traffic, and the white stone walls are as perfect as when they were first built.I can't help but feel a sense of powerlessness and loneliness. This place is like a cold fairyland far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, holy, lonely and lonely.Thinking about it this way, the so-called God is just the loneliest person.

A lonely life that no one knows, no one cares about, no life to care about, so there is no fear of death.

Because there is no difference between them alive and dead.

"This place is really cold and lonely... If it was me, after experiencing everything like that, and being imprisoned in this kind of place by sentient beings, I would probably go crazy." Haotian murmured, those sad Memories gradually precipitated in the brain, merging into a desperate reality.

Maybe others don't know, but she knows the priest's secret.

Many people think that the birth of such things as priests is purely accidental and miraculous, and cannot be manipulated, but she knows that the priest's prophecy talent is passed down through the blood.

Starting from the first priest who was blessed by the gods in ancient times, the legendary human prophetess Sibyl, the blood of the priests has hidden the outstanding talent, flowing along the ancient blood in the blood vessels.The priest's surname has changed countless times in history, but the bloodline has continued, and countless legends in the world have been born from this.

——The blood of prophecy, this inheritance is both a blessing and a curse.

——The priests of the past dynasties rarely had a good death.

Brothers killed each other, mothers strangled sons, fathers raped daughters, children killed parents... The incomparable blood did not bring happiness to the owner itself, but only brought disasters that could be called despair.Some people say that God is fair, what He gives to you, He will take from you in return.

If this is the case, God gave the priests the power of prophecy passed down through their blood, and took away the scales that weighed their morality.Every priest has his own sins, which are so dark and oppressive that they don't give people a chance to breathe.

The crime that belongs to Holder is brother killing.

—Holder didn't tell her, but she knew about it.

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