The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

Land of the Dead, Nibelung.

Styx River Gioll, the edge of the crystal bridge, a thin silver-gray mist permeates the air, and the roaring sound comes from the depths of the dense fog, desperate and unwilling, powerless and painful, the dead longing for life.

The bridge guard, the old witch Modgud who looks like a skeleton, stands by the bridge, and countless gray undead bribe with blood to win the chance to cross the bridge.Those who don't bribe are thrown into the River Styx, and their entire souls are corrupted.The sound of "huluhulu" came from the Styx River, like a drowning person crying helplessly, the screams were extremely penetrating. Modgud gave him a disgusted look, and yelled loudly.He is very old, the wrinkles on his face are so many that it can kill flies, his body smells like corpses, and a few flies are buzzing around him, in order to please the owner Hela, Wearing Kubler women's clothing, it's ugly as hell.

The small blue figure slowly condensed into the mist, and walked briskly. As soon as Modgud saw the figure, he immediately pushed away the undead, with a fake smile on his face, and went forward, hunched over , flatteringly said: "Master Hella, you are back, do you need me..."

Hela waved her hand impatiently, stopping his chattering: "Go back to your own post, don't bother Miss Ben."

Modgud immediately nodded submissively and stepped aside.

Hela quickly walked across the crystal bridge and came to the gate of the underworld. The ferocious dog Garm lowered his head and licked Hela's cheek, carrying the smell of stench, decay and decay unique to the kingdom of the dead. Hela looked preoccupied, patted its head, and walked in quickly.

In the depths of the country of the dead, the castle of the dead. [TAT landlord named waste]

A man with blue-purple medium-length hair is sitting on the sofa, with clear eyebrows, wearing a white shirt and black trousers embroidered with blue patterns, with a coat of the same style as the trousers on his shoulders, with several decorative blue and gold chains hanging down , the wolf's ears fluttered slightly, holding an ancient poetry collection in his hand, reading it intently, with deep tiredness in his eyes.

It is part of the nine-volume oracle collection [also known as "Sybil's Prophecy Book"] jointly written by the prophetess Sybil and the sage Moses from ancient times. It records countless futures in an obscure way. .

As long as you can read and understand those ancient prophecies, the future of the world will be clearly displayed in front of your eyes.

"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 light of the past returns. At that time, the only Allah came back, the future is wrapped in mist, reality and illusion are intertwined, unknowable proverbs, time seems to be reversed." The man carefully flipped the pages of the book, thousands of years of time passed, In fact, it is already fragile, and the yellowed paper is fragile. If you flip it lightly, it will be wiped out if you are not careful.

——Everything is preordained, written in a book that ordinary people can't read, but few people know it, and the carrier that carries the future is fragile.

—It's kind of fateful, isn't it?

——Do you think so?I think it's just a joke of the unscrupulous creator.

--why?

——Once someone has insight into the fate and the secrets of this world, he will understand the whole world and become the Creator, and the original Creator can only be forgotten.

——That's right, everyone wants to be remembered, no matter whether they are immortal or notorious.

In extremely rare cases, even the prophecies cannot predict the real future, only a few words with vague meanings, which sound so sad and... helpless.

The man frowned, even in their generation, the prophecy was more detailed, not such a vague situation. "Time seems to be turning back again"...Does it mean that the tragedy of their generation will be repeated?That's really not good news.The man lowered his head in thought, not noticing the sound of the door opening.

"Brother Fenrir! I'm back!" Hela threw herself into the man's arms and said coquettishly.

"Hella? You're back." Fenrir smiled wearily, patted his sister's head, and closed the book. "What were you doing before? How about Holder?"

"New prophecy! New prophecy. He can't leave Asgard by himself. He just told me to inform Ares." Hela sat in Fenrir's arms, and the latter caressed her long dark blue hair absently.

"That's it..." I don't know if Holder told Ares the last sentence of the prophecy, but the previous sentence alone is enough to make the light protoss go crazy for a while, and there should be no later words.

There was a strange silence, and the wailing sounds of the dead and the stench of decay came from outside the castle from time to time, and the vultures pecked at the dead bodies, making people sick.

"...Brother Fenlier, I miss Brother Yemengard." Hila buried her head in Fenlier's arms and said softly, his face was buried in the shadows, and the expression on his face could not be seen.Judging from his tone, it should be painful and sad, mixed with very faint nostalgia for the beautiful and happy memories many years ago, and spreading thoughts.

Many years ago, among the three rivers surrounding the green field in the Garden of Eden, there was one that appeared as brilliant as the sun. The green land in its center was called Ronnie. According to legend, the rivers surrounding Ronnie were once white, soaked in the blood of the sun Turned into brilliant gold, mixed with a few wisps of bright red, this river had a prominent name before the Battle of Polar Night and Dawn, "Blood of the Sun". This prays for the blessing of the sun god and is regarded as a holy place.The prelude to the outbreak of the famous war in the years of God's Fall was the rebellion of the Archangel in the Garden of Eden. The "Blood of the Sun" turned from brilliant gold to blood red, and since then, broken hopes and prayers have flowed, and it is no longer as gorgeous as it used to be. The longing for, or wanting to protect something, took a different path, and since then they have never returned to the intimacy of the past.

Fenrir opened his mouth, wanting to comfort Hela, but couldn't speak, and could only pat his head.

—Don't blame him for being cold-blooded and lonely.

—He just found a way to live without relying on anyone.

Yeyue God of Death... Yemengard, even if you are bewitched, is power still so important to you?Is it more important to you than family and friends?

It was so in ancient times, and it was so in the Garden of Eden... Is the desire to prove yourself so strong for you?Have you forgotten - our agreement.

The world belonging to the living is not suitable for the dead to step in. We just need to stay here forever... But those living creatures... are so fascinating to explore.

Make the soul obsessed with it fall into a situation of eternal doom.

The author has something to say:

Cough cough, after reading my article from the beginning, I found out that due to the confusion of the outline in the first few chapters, the battle of polar night and dawn and the battle of six paths were written backwards. This is a major issue related to time and plot, so I would like to emphasize that the second part The final battle that takes place is the dawn of the polar night, and the six paths are the ancient times of the fourth part, so don't confuse them. . .

【This chapter has been revised】