The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

"At the end of the Battle of Polar Night and Dawn, you used her blood as a medium to forcibly enter the seventh seal state, forcibly using the power you could not use at that time, which caused a backlash, and even her blood and the seal in your body were produced. A chain reaction, a backlash, causing the power you could use before to be sealed again, the backlash continued to increase, and was finally completely sealed. To a certain extent, this is indeed the [Goddess Curse], but the situation is much more serious than the chrysanthemum head A lot. Slowly work hard, untie it one by one like in the past. But it is worse than in the past, at least you can move freely at that time, instead of being imprisoned in the armor like you are now, who told fate to favor you so much? What about you?" Holder shrugged helplessly.

"...Didn't you notice? We all started calling her a goddess." Haotian lowered his head, with bitterness in his voice.

"......Um."

"Do you remember the goddess' real name?"

"...I don't remember, I only remember the name of the goddess." Holder shook his head.

"I have only a vague memory too... My mother, too, my father can't remember her face anymore, although he loves her so much."

"...What do you want to say?" Holder asked softly.

"It's the price you have to pay to become every goddess... Although they have supreme power and are admired, worshiped, and commemorated by thousands of people, they still disappear after all. Bits of corrosion, wear away, until they disappear completely. Their names, identities and past are submerged in the long river of history, admired and then forgotten...Even if they escape the fate of annihilation by chance, they cannot escape the fate of doomed disappearance ..."

There is a faint smile on Haotian's face, mysterious and unfathomable, not at all like herself, like a sentimental and philosophical soul suddenly descending on her body, uttering the holy words through her mouth "Mother, Goddess, and her, aren't they all the same? It's my turn next time..."

"You have paid a lot for this. From the ancient Six Paths to the polar night and dawn, from the Rainbow Bridge to the World Tree, every place is engraved with your achievements. Although all history will die with the death of generations Buried in the dust, but the merits are immortal, the eternal is the soul, not the body that exists attached to the soul. Only giving without reservation is the cleanest. Just like your title, 'sacrifice' .”

"The person you're talking about sounds so great and doesn't look like me at all..."

"Truly powerful people forget that they have deadly force because they're used to it."

"Do you know what love is?" Holder asked her, successfully diverting Haotian's attention.

"Love? That's faith, the source of strength and the heart of protection, and the most mysterious treasure since the world was created." Haotian knocked on his chest, where a heart was beating, and the sound hit the eardrum.

"Love is patient and kind. Love does not envy, does not brag, is not puffed up, does not act rudely. It does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil, does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in Truth. Bear everything, believe, endure, and love never ends." Holder was like a poet chanting, his voice deep and magnetic.

"Love is patient and kind. Love does not envy, does not brag, is not puffed up, does not act rudely. It does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil, does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in Truth. Tolerate everything, believe, endure, and love never ends." Haotian murmured and repeated, something went out and then lighted up in his eyes. "It's an interesting explanation."

"Everyone's understanding is different. Only following the heart in everything is true love." Holder looked into the distance, as if he could see the brilliant starlight. "And they understand their own love. Perhaps, human life is short, and we cherish everything in front of us, so we can experience more things we don't know. The Creator has different graces for different races."

——Every time you say "interesting", your heart is bleeding

——Because I am also like this, we are not frank, and we are used to hiding our true selves.

Holder can always easily see through Ares's heart, it was like this in the past, and it still is like this now.This seems to be the talent of the priests. He can always see the vague nostalgia and obsession in her heart that should not exist, that do not belong to the God of War.

Haotian smiled faintly, got up calmly, and left without turning his head. His blond hair was flying, and he replied with a proverb: "'I don't love him enough to forget my ugliness.'"

Holder sat on a chair with his head down, as if he was thinking about something.

Without warning, a wisp of pale golden smoke rose slowly, twisting, circling, and entwining in the air, turning into an illusory human form.Translucent, a face similar to Holder's can be vaguely seen, but it has long platinum hair and the same silver-white, but warm as spring pupils that do not belong to the darkness. The charming polar day, the sun shines on the earth, and the sun never sets.

"Why didn't you tell her the second half of the prophecy?" The illusory figure spoke, his voice as sweet as a bird's song.

"Baldr, you are dead and only your soul is left. You have no right to ask me questions." Holder replied indifferently. Different from the gentle and gentle priest image before, his current tone is cold and arrogant, without any regrets, just like many years ago. Like before, when he stabbed the weapon made of syphilis into Baldur's heart, he whispered into his brother's ear, which was gradually cooling down, with a relieved tone, with the pleasure of revenge: "Dear brother, I can finally Freed from your command, do what I want to do, no longer need to be hindered and taught by you."

"As a priest, you should know better than me that the second half of the prophecy is ambiguous, and there are only two possibilities." Baldr completely ignored his warning words, "The first one, this prophecy It will have a great impact on future generations, and it will not be exposed prematurely, but an 'undercurrent'; the second is that this is not a complete prophecy, which means that the main existence mentioned in this prophecy does not exist in this world, so it can only be It is a vague reminder that the prophecy will not be complete until that existence comes. And the prophecy of the "Broken Wings of Light" must refer to His Highness Frey, and Ares is bound to take care of it. In this way, the second prophecy is currently It's not as important as the first one, you don't want her to worry too much, so just don't say it, and tell me when it's complete. Right, my dear brother?" Balder said jokingly.

"Guess right." The tone was still light.

They were brothers when Baldr was alive and shared an extraordinary soul bond.Even though one of them has been dead for many years, the connection has not weakened at all, but has become stronger.

Many years later, he will know that the impact of the second prophecy is far greater than the first.

It is also a reincarnation-like fate that has been predicted by countless priests for hundreds of millions of years.

The author has something to say:

I found that in all romantic fanfiction [Jinjiang Literature Online], Holder and Balder appear... So these two are actually Wannian CP! ?The stalk of brothers falling in love and killing each other...