The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

Eden, the camp of survivors after the Rebellion.

Holder sat quietly in the tent, with no expression on his pale face, his silver eyes were like the eyes of a puppet, embedded in the eye sockets without any fluctuation.

"Holder~ Do you want some water?" Balder with blond hair poked his head in and asked Holder happily.Obviously they are brothers, but the two of them have no slight similarity except for their faces and eye color. The gold like bright sunshine and the black like a dark rainy night fit so perfectly, yet they are so incompatible.

"Yes." A short word.

"Then just wait a moment, brother will fix it for you right away." After speaking, Baldr retracted his head again, and went about his busy work happily.

Holder was sitting like a puppet, his silver eyes flickered slightly in the darkness, and the memory fragments kept flashing in his mind. On that day in the Dark God Race, what Abel said was played intermittently like an old tape——

"—When Baldr took you to escape, he was stopped by His Majesty Adam's envoy at the last pass. The envoy brought you the conditions of His Majesty Adam. Baldr can take you away, but you cannot join any race or organization, otherwise it is considered a provocative act, and the Dark Gods have the right to declare war on that race or that organization."

"—Balder must use a specific potion to weaken your prophecy talent as a priest."

"—we all thought . . . you were dead."

Pause, rewind, play; pause, rewind, play; pause, rewind, play...

Repeated over and over again, the true lies hit the already fragile barriers of the soul time and time again, and the last bit of reason was slowly disintegrating into ashes.

In the darkness, Holder raised his hand and looked at his pale skin without a trace of blood, and the faintly protruding blue-black blood vessels on his wrist, winding like a snake, which was annoying.

——How long can he live?

——Probably not long ago.

If he hadn't received news from Abel by accident, he would probably feel guilty until the end of his life thinking that it was Baldur who led him to escape from the nightmare of the Dark Gods, but his body was not up to par and he couldn't accompany him through this colorful world. Zi died before the world, right?

Maybe until he died, he would feel guilty for failing to repay his brother's efforts.

Only now...

Holder lowered his eyes and remained expressionless, gently rubbing his white fingers.

Holder suddenly remembered the scene when he tried to commit suicide many times during his mental breakdown but was stopped by Balder. What did he want to do at that time?Regret and self-blame for having to have a child with his only brother, so make it up to him in the last days of his life?

……That's ridiculous.

This kind of reason, even a child wouldn't believe it, right?

Now, brother.

Since you want so much to make it up to me before I die, then take your own life in exchange.

The wishes of a dying person should be satisfied no matter how willful they are, right?

"Hey, Huo De, the water is good—" Balder raised the curtain and walked in with a water bottle. The last word "了" was stuck in his chest, and he never had a chance to spit it out.

——Because Holder was gently lying on his chest, with a sunny smile that had never been seen on his pale and sickly face.A sharp weapon made of green plants pierced through Balder's abdomen, and the white robe was soaked with scarlet blood.Holder let go of his hand with a smile. On the way back to the Garden of Eden, the weapon he made out of mistletoe landed firmly on his brother's abdomen.The colors of red and green are mixed together, and under the dappled sunlight, they become a mysterious black.

The talent of the priest's bloodline determined that they could not be killed by physical attacks, so apart from mental attacks and diseases, the only effective attack against priests was this kind - mistletoe.Everything has a restraint, and mistletoe is a plant specially cultivated to deal with priests.Now they are everywhere like weeds, but silent because of the scarcity of priests.

Many years later, this plant was once again stained with the blood of the priest, so sacred that it cannot be seen directly.

He pushed Balder away like a piece of trash.

The blond boy fell back weakly, leaning limply against the tent, spreading his fingers weakly, and the water bottle rolled to the side.His eyes widened, and he coughed up blood while uttering words with difficulty: "Huo, De...why...why..."

The black-haired boy lowered his head and approached his dying brother, his rosy lips parted and closed slightly, and the words he said were so cruel, but he smiled as if he was finally relieved: "Dear brother, I can finally be freed from your command Come out and do what I want to do without being hindered and taught by you."

——My life can finally be controlled by myself, instead of being held tightly in the hands of those who always say "be nice to me" like before.

The blond boy's eyes widened, as if meeting the person in front of him for the first time, who should be his closest brother.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something, but the red liquid that kept gushing out blocked his wish, and only the terrible sucking sound of "snoring and snoring" floated into his ears, and the pale words withered and scattered , and finally melted into the darkness.Those silver eyes stared at the sky, as if they were dying.

"Brother, goodbye." Holder gently closed his elder brother's eyes, smiling innocently like a child.

He hasn't got blood on yet, he's still "clean".

"By the way, do you want to help?" The purple-haired flirtatious young man leaned lazily on the door frame, with a charming and enchanting smile.

He appeared silently, just like the gods or devils who came down to the world in ancient books.

Holder looked at him with an innocent smile.

He said, "OK."

Garden of Eden, outlying camps.

The crowd was bustling, and the white simple stretcher was placed horizontally on the ground, on which lay the wounded angel. The originally neat white feathers fluttered feebly, and the rough tearing left bloody red marks.The groans and groans of the wounded were mixed together, but the angel who was slightly injured was quietly waiting for treatment, and those near-death sounds were the mournful cries of the seriously injured.Serious injuries can also be divided into many different situations, some just lost their legs or arms during the battle, and the hasty medical angels put them aside after simple hemostasis treatment for them.Although the faces of those angels were pale, they still had vitality.

The most tragic thing is the battle angel rushing to the front line, the direct line of the Archangel Michael, the heroic soldiers on weekdays are lying on the stretcher, the long golden hair soaked in blood is sticky, turned over to cover their eyes. face.The half body that was strangled to pieces in the battle rolled into a sticky mass of black and red flesh, covering their original positions sparsely, only breaking away from the joints of the limbs and joints, and completely breaking apart. Come.

Most of the battle angels rushing to the front line look like this at the moment, losing most of their body, the only remaining body is connected to the head and struggling to breathe, between the heaving and falling of the chest and abdomen, those white bones and scarlet blood turn black from rancidity The edge of the severed limb drips, polluting the earth.

In the past, they were unwilling to even step on a blade of grass, because it would harm this sacred and clean land; now, the dirty and rancid blood in their bodies spreads along the roots of the plants to all their places. Deep in the land of love, it can no longer be saved or purified.

Just like the atrium that was soaked in darkness in the Battle of the Six Paths, since it is already the capital of crime, there is no way to go back to the once glorious and majestic appearance.

Xing Tian is busy participating in the treatment of the wounded. Although he is not the type who is good at healing, the magic weapon of the Eastern God Clan has many functions. Bleeding and indifference, this is not the mentality that a normal person should have.

Except for Holder who was in poor health and Baldr who had to take care of his younger brother, the other people who came back together, Ares went deep into the fallen angel camp alone, Odin went to help the battle angel, Fenrir, Hela and others. Xing Tian participated in the treatment, and even Yue Wei and Yun Zhao, who were ordinary people, rushed to the lightly wounded barracks to pack a bag of water for the lesser injured angels and do chores.

Xing Tian originally thought that even if she was a woman, she would never be a child who had never seen a truly cruel battlefield [You forgot Ares thank you], seeing such a bloody scene for the first time would probably make her legs weak and even vomit, but Yue Wei and Yun Zhao His psychological endurance far exceeded his expectations—according to his inquiry, the reason seemed to be because "what is this compared to horror movies" and "what is this compared to Mr. Pei"... Although he didn't understand, But Mr. Pei and horror movies seem to be very scary things.

Xing Tian was immersed in the small theater in his mind, completely unaware of a person floating quietly behind him. 【Certainly not Ah Piao】

"Xing Tian." The man murmured his name in a low voice, his plain white fingers rested on his shoulders silently, and his light purple eyes shone like crystals.

"Who—!" Xing Tian suddenly came back to his soul, and instantly clasped the wrist of the person behind him with his backhand. The movement stopped abruptly.

The moment he saw the person behind him, Xing Tian was silent.

——The light purple eyes are like the most beautiful gems, and the long hair of dark red molten gold is blazing like fire.

"Your reaction is much slower. Have you been too loose recently?" The voice was as clear and pleasant as running water, but extremely cold.

The mysterious bird of destiny descended to give birth to Shang—the current Great Elder of the Eastern God Clan, Kong Xuan!

"... Teacher." Xing Tian was silent for a moment, then let go of his twisted hands, stepped back half a step, knelt down respectfully, leaned over and kissed each other's black soap boots embroidered with golden dragons and phoenixes.

This is the most respected etiquette, the gift of confession from students to teachers.

After a while, Xing Tian stood up, straightened his wrinkled red robe, looked straight into Kong Xuan's eyes, and said in an equally emotionless tone, "Teacher, what are you doing here to find students?"

Kong Xuan lowered his gaze, always like a puppet: "Huidong Protoss."

Four words, concise and to the point.

Then he turned around and left, not caring whether Xing Tian would follow, just walking slowly, as if the world was barren and the world was old.

How similar Kong Xuan is to Juejian Ji in Yunzhong, they put all things and emotions in their hearts, and then close their hearts, so all of these, and the feelings that represent that they are "living creatures" are captured. Permanently dusty.They are purely rational, they are purely powerful, and they are not human.

Xing Tian's dark red eyes flickered slightly, he hesitated for a moment, looked back at the bustling camp, and finally followed.

——People who deal with Kong Xuan should understand one thing.

——As long as this cold man appears, nothing good will happen.

As soon as Ares returned to the camp, he found that the atmosphere was very wrong.

Everyone gathered in the same tent, Odinfenlier Hellanid Hogg Yuewei Yunzhao Baldr Holder, only the red and black figure was missing.Even for those who stayed in the camp, the atmosphere was far from pleasant.From the moment she came in, there was a sense of despair in the air.She saw Holder lying weakly on the cot, with his pale face behind her, and only black hair could be seen in this position.Baldr turned sideways, his blond hair was quite eye-catching, turned over to cover his face, and remained silent.

Ares felt that something was wrong. She had never seen Balder so silent. It was absolutely impossible for that younger brother to be idle for a moment, especially when his younger brother was still on the sidelines.

"What happened?" She frowned, and after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't get an answer, so she had no choice but to ask other people for research.

She looked at Fenrir and Hela. The latter was playing with the former's hair. Fenrir shook his head at her, his wolf ears swaying slightly, and the earrings had dazzling golden reflections.

She looked at Nid Hogg, the gossip leader looked blank.

She looked at Yue Wei and Yun Zhao, they... Well, don't expect this one.Ares turned his head quickly.

She looked to Odin one last time, who happened to look up at her too.

The silver-gray long-haired boy stood up, dragged Ares out of the tent, found a place where there were no people, and said to her in a low voice, "...Your Highness, Balder is dead."

"..." Are you kidding me?

Odin saw the distrustful expression on Ares's face, and quickly explained: "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I heard from the angels who brought his body back. It seems that Baldr and Holder didn't go out when they went out. Shen encountered the fallen angel team and was killed by them. Another team of patrolling angels found it just in time, Holder's eyes were destroyed, but he was saved by them. Oh, and, "he said abruptly Thinking of something, he quickly added, "Xing Tian left us a message, it seems that he was taken back to the clan by his teacher, telling us not to worry."

"Do you believe it? Balder was killed by a fallen angel?" Ares sneered after hearing what he said.

"I don't believe it." Odin's tone was unexpectedly firm, "Baldr will never take Holder out." He couldn't wait to lock his younger brother in the room all day, how could he take his younger brother out ?

"That's the question," Ares rubbed his chin lightly, "Who killed Balder, destroyed Holder's eyes, and made Holder willingly complete this lie?"

"Do you want to report this matter for investigation, Your Highness?" Odin looked at her worriedly.

"No, forget it." Ares walked around in a circle with his arms folded. "No matter who did it, one thing can be confirmed, that is, this Garden of Eden is no longer safe."

— Mutiny, assassination, who knows what will happen next?

"We must hurry back to Asgard and bring Wei and the others with us." Ares brushed away the silver hair that blocked his vision, and looked directly into Odin's eyes, "Take care of everything today, and leave early tomorrow morning. And those angels, remember to inform Xie...Dodolski to deal with it, he can hide the entire Titan family, I don't believe he can't hide a few angels."

"Okay," Odin nodded, "...Your Highness, have you killed Lucifer?"

"He will come back, our existence will never die." Ares yawned, obviously without energy, "If you see Ming in the future, remember to be careful, he is no longer ours. His companion, the devil knows what he wants to do."

She walked back briskly, announcing to those people the path they were going to take in the future.

There is no room for rejection, so I can only accept it.

Holder's eyes hurt, he could feel the warm blood on his cheek, and the last ray of light withered from his world.

Since then, his world has only darkness.

He has no regrets about giving up these eyes.

The clean color of silver is not something that dark beings can have.

Things that don't belong to him will be lost sooner or later, and he made preparations many years ago.

—For example, dear brother, and for example these eyes.

It hurts like hell, but all he wants now is to laugh out loud.

—Dear brother, I am free at last.My life, finally completely, belongs to me only.