The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

"Are you still leaving?"

"Are you still leaving?"

"Are you still... leaving?"

The goddess's clear voice echoed in the small warm room, and the same inquiry was repeated again and again.The light golden sunlight shone on Yuan's body, illuminating that jade-like cheek, and also illuminating the gradually dimming light in the crystal eyes, and the deepening despair.

Chu did not answer, staring at the sad lover in front of him for a long time.

Finally, he stretched out his hand and hugged his lover who had been separated for thousands of years tightly, and gently pressed his chin on her forehead. The man's cool skin was quickly warmed by the girl's warm breath. The two hugged quietly, breathing Hear about each other.

The purple-haired girl didn't make any more questioning voices, she just looked at Chu with ignorant eyes, like a frightened young deer.

Chu's slender fingers slowly combed the soft purple hair on the top of Yuan's head. He lowered his head and kissed the girl's forehead.

"No, I'm never leaving again."

The lovers embraced in the afternoon sun, the first words seemed to be an instruction that had been set long ago, where he could not see, the dark evil spirits outside the room howled and dissipated, and bright lights lit up in the mist, The fog quickly dissipated under the beating firelight, and the darkness receded quickly in fear of the coming of the light. The flickering lights illuminated the long and narrow white corridor, together with the white road that illuminated the maze-like pattern outside the warm room—there are countless roads like Correcting mistakes like snakes, there are white gates standing at the intersection of each road, and they are all closed at the moment-the countless loud noises heard when Chu fled all the way were the sound of these gates closing one by one.

If someone can look down on this area from the sky, he will find that, starting from that heavenly small room, it radiates out in a circle in all directions, and the white labyrinth that spreads is boundless——

I was imprisoned in this boundless maze at the beginning, and I could never get out again.

That warm heart was imprisoned by layers of white chains, sealed in the deepest part of his chest—the devil that existed in his body from the moment of birth imprisoned love, kindness and warmth, and trapped them in his consciousness with bewitching dreams In the depths, he thoroughly grasped this incomparable body—the nightmare-like life, the god in charge of "chaos", finally fully woke up.

The red lord roared on his black iron throne, and all evil gathered in his palace, and outside the palace black crows rose and fell.His last love and tenderness were locked in the sunny cabin in his heart, indulging in layers of forbidden fantasies, unable to escape or wake up.

Everything fell into the abyss out of control, and he finally turned into a scarlet devil in the dark.

Destiny cannot be changed.

Yuan would never know in her whole life... How many years ago in that bottomless darkness, she used love to lock the unformed devil in her original heart into a bottomless cage. name, escaped silently from the cage, and finally replaced the heart of the man she loved with darkness.

—You are forcing me to kill you, my red-haired lover.

[Hades? You can do things even if you're dead? I'm to blame for the low force value? The IQ of the Seven Demon Kings: Plan √]

[I'm already tired of watching this stalemate war, my lord. 】

[Since everything will come to an end sooner or later, why not let this time come earlier? 】

The original country, the Pantheon.

The moment the blue-purple werewolf and the dark-blue girl stepped into the temple, the gazes from all directions were as sharp as knives, almost piercing them through the highest hall on the top of the sky.

Except Yan and Ming, all the rest of the glory are standing in the Pantheon at this moment, looking indifferent and cold, watching the steps of Fenrir and Hela - what an unbelievable thing, the goddess carved it with her own hands The whole world has been destroyed, but there are still existences in this world that they don't know about at all?It was this kind of ignorance that caught them all by surprise during the battle——in the hearts of the tree of life and the tree of good and evil, which cannot be seen directly by the naked eye, two clusters of soul energy, one gold and one silver, were lying there, quietly dormant.Hades is worthy of being the intelligence quotient of the Seven Demon Kings and the most insidious strategist. His single-handed layout almost destroyed two glory: Hao and Yue. Now they can't even maintain the human form of the soul.

Then, according to the information that Hao gave after waking up briefly, the "Snake of the Atrium" that participated in the battle was inextricably linked to the werewolf and the girl in front of him... After Dragon Valley was slaughtered by Adam, Dragon Island was destroyed again. The egg is warming up under the shelter of the tree of life at the moment, and Taki did not pounce on Fenrir and Hela when he showed up... Everyone knows what happened to Longgu and Longdao for Taki How meaningful is it, so now even Hui, who has always been at odds with Taki, shuts his mouth and does not speak. The entire Pantheon is quiet, only the steady footsteps of Fenrir, and Hella bouncing around, small heels The crisp sound of kicking the ground.

The purple-haired goddess sat on the throne at the end of the pantheon, leaning against the thriving golden giant tree. Her eyes were half closed, her face was expressionless, her arms were hanging in front of her body, and she was full of majesty.

"Fenrir, Hela."

At the end of the walk, the man and the child stopped in front of the throne of the god. The werewolf bowed slightly and said the names of the two people.

Only then did Yuan raise his eyelids to face them, his face was still expressionless, his purple pupils had never been so dim, as black as a stubborn stone.

"What's the use of this?" She murmured to herself, looking over the heads of Fenrir and Hella, not knowing where to look.

This question is very strange, but at this moment in the Pantheon, the quiet needle drop can be heard, and there is not even the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

Even Lei, who was usually reckless, stood quietly beside Yuan, still holding the sledgehammer full of thunder in his hand, but now there was no crackling thunder and lightning on it, dead silent like a large children's toy.

Hella still looked reluctant, but Fenrir's heart trembled slightly.

Yeah, what's the use of that?

Everything that should have happened has already happened, everything that should not have happened has already happened, and everything before them has become an established fact. What kind of changes can they make when they come to see Yuan?

What can be changed?Yemengard has stepped out of the kingdom of the dead, Dragon Island has been destroyed, Xiling City has been ruined, and the two Glories have died, so what can be changed?

What can be changed?They have already been born, Hades has left the kingdom of the undead, and the first and last two gods have long since departed... What can be changed?

Nothing changes, nothing changes, nothing... changes.

This journey of visitation is purely meaningless.

Why does a meaningless journey begin, and how should it end?Fenrir suddenly hesitated.

At this time, the purple-haired goddess withdrew her chaotic gaze, and finally cast her gaze on the two people in front of her.

"You... no, what are you?"

Originally, it looked like he was asking Fenlier who looked older, but Fenlier standing in front of her was very clear that the other party's gaze was on Hela from the beginning to the end, and he never gave him a cent. .

Fenrir let go of Hela's hand, and the little Lolita's skin was frighteningly cold.

Hela, who was full of reluctance since stepping into the temple, suddenly removed all the emotions on her face, leaving only her delicate and indifferent facial features.She stretched out her hand to cut through the gap in the black void, and when she stretched out again, she was holding a black and white bloody scepter tightly in her hand. It was carved with human bones and splashed with blood. The souls of countless undead were compressed into crystal balls embedded in the head of the scepter, flickering. With an icy pale glow, the black breath is like death itself.

Hela seemed to have grown up in an instant, with a tall body and beautiful hair. In an instant, she grew from a short and cute child to a young girl. Her long hair, which was much lighter in color, hung loose and fell to the ground, dragging extremely long. Extremely long, with a crown of white bones on his forehead, reflecting the pale firelight.The left half of his face was exposed to the light of the flames, and it was slightly sickly pale; the right cheek was hidden in the darkness, like the intoxicated blue of the sky.A thin white line on the bridge of the nose separates the two different colors. From the left, he is a pale and beautiful king, but from the right, he looks like a rotting skeleton in a tomb.

One body with two phases, half life and half death, neither the living nor the dead, it has nothing to do with death or death.

This is the appearance of the ruler of the kingdom of the dead, and Hades regretted the supreme power that he gave up.

What a majestic power that is... So much so that from the moment she appeared, the entire land was no longer breathing.

But Hades was right in one of his guesses—he would have been in the same style as Taki.

It's a pity that now, only Taki himself walks this cool road with a full body.

Yuan knew what Hela was just by looking at it.

Hades can do anything.The goddess thought to herself.

"You should go back," she said.

This conversation seemed to be ciphering over and over again, but no one at the scene could understand except Lei.

Since he has already held the authority of death, he should not appear in the world of the living again.

At this time, Hela smiled enchantingly, her pale face seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliance, so radiant and bright; the muscles on her blue cheeks were twisted, revealing the dark bones underneath, ugly and hideous.

She raised the bloody skeleton scepter with her right hand, combed her long blue hair with her left hand, and laughed through the halls of the Pantheon, neither beautiful nor ugly, just a pure smile.

A black mist spread around Hela, and the skeleton scepter disappeared into the dense black mist, and she turned back into the bouncing little loli again.

The little girl pulled up her pretty skirt with a smile on her face, twirled around to salute, and curtseyed to everyone in the Pantheon except Fenrir.

Finally, the blue-purple werewolf bowed to Yuan on the throne, turned around and pulled the little girl out of the Pantheon.

The Glories greeted their arrival with their eyes, and sent them away with their eyes.

Yuan lowered her head, the golden mist condensed into a solid body in her arms, and the goddess plucked the strings of the harp again and again.

When Fenrir led Hela out of the Pantheon, the melodious and coherent sound of the harp finally came from the hall.

"The full moon on the blade, the snow under the moonlight, the snowy night wind is flirtatious... blurring the boundaries." Fenrir hummed softly, the kingdom of the dead is a distorted and fragmented kingdom, and you might have been in the daytime sky at the last moment Now, the next moment you may be immersed in the icy river under the moonlit night. It is a strange and immeasurable world, so every moment of living there is novel, and there is no so-called immutability—because "change" is is the norm there.But when there are more novelties, people will always get bored, so they are more eager for an unchanging life... No one can endure a boring life forever, so the three Fenlier brothers and sisters prefer to wander around the Styx rather than simply staying at home .

Every undead has its own life, some love it deeply, some hate it, some remember it and some forget it... At that time, their souls were transparent and clear, repeating the most profound things in life.

Before Yemengard left, the three of them once picked up the undead of a bard. The appearance of the undead was blurred, but the singing voice was very clear.It sings all kinds of things that the three brothers and sisters don't understand, with melodious tunes and soft rhythms.The undead cannot exist for a long time, but Hela and Yemengard both deeply like the singing of the bard.Because the voice is so beautiful, even if you can't understand the deep meaning in the words, the melodious melody is enough to immerse the children who have been in the country of death all year round, and at the same time, they are fascinated by the scenes described in those words.

As the eldest brother among the three siblings, Fenrir had no choice but to run around with the undead closely before it left. The little ancestor finally got tired of listening to it... He obviously hadn't repeated this song for a long time, but when the familiar melody sounded, he couldn't help but sang along with it.

"The world is changing, the years are changing, the mountains are getting colder, and the story is endless." Hela held Fenrir's hand, listening to her brother humming unconsciously, and then she sang happily , It's just that the tone is too strong, it's really not flattering.

"...The blue mountain is getting colder, and the story is endless." There was a low voice singing along with the sound of the harp, and Fenrir turned around in a little surprise, realizing that the singing and the sound of the harp came from the same place from.

In the Pantheon, the goddess on the throne played the harp, and uttered a soft voice from her throat:

"It was I who dreamed of you, and the fire burned forever; or you gazed at me, and the light flowed through the day and night."

"I move the stars and turn the buckets, waiting for a promise in a thousand years; I hold the world of life and death, and watch the flowers in the East China Sea fade."

The slender fingers danced on the golden strings, and the crisp music resounded, and the golden branches and leaves of the tree of life and the tree of good and evil shook slightly above their heads.

"Chasing the wind, chasing the rain, I am not exhausted. I have cut the mountains and broken the rivers. Whoever will ravage me; I will not be incomplete if I have been greedy and happy.

"I have not compromised after I have broken my wings and bleed blood. Who will forget me through the dust and sand; I am not timid if I have passed my love and followed my heart. Who will say goodbye after raising a glass and clinking a cup?"

Who will say goodbye.

who will say goodbye...

Who will say goodbye?

Yuan sat on her throne holding the harp, and she stretched out the last syllable extremely long, but at the same time it was extremely light, almost as far away as the end of the world.

Many years ago, when I was playing with her in the mortal world, I happened to pass by a tavern. There was a bard with a beautiful voice and a superb Shuqin skill. A never-before-seen song - now sung now, each capital is unrecorded, and each capital is unique.

With a playful attitude, Yuan gave him a little money, and the bard composed a song for them as expected.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and she not only remembers that song, but even remembers the words that the bard added in a wicked way at the end:

"...Who will say goodbye?"

"—You come to say goodbye."