The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

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The devil's head sings in the fire

He said all the gods would die and the purple queen was slain in the holy hall

Demon king who slashes his lover, is your sword weeping with the blood on the black iron city wall?

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The curtain of the kingdom of heaven collapsed in the sound of the devil's prayers, and the gods have disappeared from this world

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— Excerpt from Sybyl's last prophetic poem

Listening to what Ming narrated in a slow and elegant tone, Yan's heart was probably like the sky in a thunderstorm, and his calm face was cracking a little bit.

...this is so fucking crazy.

She felt that she was not listening to a so-called heroic plan to "save the world", but a cultist who was listening to the devil's low roar in the wind. The roar revealed all kinds of evil in the world, and it was dark and oppressive, unable to escape.

"enough."

Ming's voice was soft and elegant, very pleasant, but Yan couldn't listen to it in the end—she interrupted him with a strong tone.

This plan is really disgusting.

She didn't bother to use it, or even think about it.

Ming stopped obediently, swallowed the last little details of the plan back into her stomach, raised her slender eyebrows, and still stared at her with that calm and elegant expression:

"What? Do you think my plan is very problematic, dear Aurora?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "very", speaking as if the two were flirting.

"It's not just 'very' problematic, it's very problematic."

Yan crossed the sword of flames, and the golden radiance of the sword lay between the two of them.It wasn't any kind of starting move for sword fighting, but it was far more dangerous than those.

The sharp blade was in front of her, and Yan could cut Ming's neck anytime she wanted.

Ming moved slightly, and the deadly sharp blade was placed in front of him, but he seemed to have nothing happened.

The eyes of those emerald eyes lingered on the bright sword edge for a while, and finally returned to Yan's face.

"Does this violate the so-called 'morality' in your heart? Aurora."

As he spoke, he raised his hand as if to hug and kiss Revordin's blade.

Yan subconsciously withdrew the long sword with his backhand, Ming did not suffer any damage, but the skin under his right eye was cut by the wind blade brought by Revertin, leaving a long and thin bloodstain.

This man, who has always been outside the Eight Glories group, just looked at her like this, and Yan once felt that what stood in front of her could not be said to be something like a god or a devil.

The guy standing in front of her is a mystery, a mystery that no one has solved since ancient times.

Elegant and mysterious, her eyes are as crystal clear as emeralds, but no one will ever be able to see what is hidden at the bottom.

Yan thought of the crazy plan just now again, couldn't help but sighed, and his hand holding the sword loosened slightly.

Whatever lies beneath, whatever the answer to the mystery is, it is certain that it is a very dangerous thing.

"I'm really sorry, I refuse this plan." Yan stretched out his hand and pushed away Ming in front of him, and after a moment of hesitation and confusion, he clenched Revertin tightly again.

"Call me naive or whatever, but I still feel that there must be a better way to solve all this in the world." Yan didn't turn his head back, talking on his own, and ran to the battlefield on his own.

She has spent quite some time here.

Ming was still leaning on the spot like a piece of wood, he slightly raised his head, and saw a golden arc of light across the sky, the man's voice rang through his ears with a chilling chill:

"If a group of gods still rely on the life of a child to turn the tide of the battle and turn the tide, then this world is too cruel."

Ming smiled slightly.

—Is this a warning?

Standing on the battlefield where gods and demons are dancing wildly, he is lonely and quiet, and he is out of tune with the whole world.

—But that's what Sybil said.

[In any case, we can't solve Chu Chu at once, because although the consequences of this battle will be that both sides will die, they will still win in fact—how much damage can we cause Chu, and how much damage can he do? How much harm has it done to us?The contrast between Haoyue and Jidu Luohu is the most vivid example.Even if the same dies, it can basically be concluded that the initial recovery must be much faster than us——]

[——Under such circumstances, the first meeting will resurrect us one step ahead, seize this period of time when no one interferes to complete his goal—you see, he can still achieve his goal in the end, the problem is only the delay time—this How long the world can last - just how long. 】

[Of course, of course, in fact, this battle is impossible without risking your life.No matter what happens next, the first time must be killed first. 】

[Then, do everything in your power to ensure that we are resurrected sooner than he is—or that he is later than us. 】

[The possibility of realizing the former is actually infinitely close to zero, but I have an alternative for the latter—yes, this is exactly what we are going to discuss next. 】

[It is obviously impossible to make a fuss about killing Chu. According to the current situation, it is doubtful whether we can kill him-so we can only use another method. 】

[We need an absolutely firm, absolutely safe, and absolutely time-honored container to seal the original soul or will, dare not say the eternal seal, but at least for a long period of time to prevent him from entering The stream of souls is reincarnated. 】

[Speaking of which, if you only consider the level, your sword or Chen's gun may both meet the requirements--only in terms of level, it's better not to experiment with things like companion artifacts lightly. 】

[There is a better and more flattering method. 】

[Of course there are no ready-made containers right now, but we can consider making one first. 】

[Pandora is a good child, and at the same time, she is soaked in my power—the exaggeration of the origin of "spirit", which can definitely guarantee a strong binding force on the soul. 】

【Yeah... If the beginning is the evil of this world, Pandora will become that box—the child who sealed the devil in the storybook. 】

[Yes...she will die, this is a total sacrifice of life and soul. 】

[The production process is relatively simple, and it is enough to use spiritual consciousness to guide the condensation and shaping of life and soul. 】

【…】

【Why, do you think my plan is very problematic, dear Aurora? 】

It seems that the giant tree stretches its branches in all directions, and countless bronze bells and red silk cloth are tied to its branches, hidden among the green leaves.

This is the World Tree, Yggdrasil.

Since many generations ago this tree has stood on the long and narrow crack of the Kimlunga Divide. If you look down from the sky, you will find that the chasm is like a red river that spreads throughout the world, and the green trees span it. , like a long bridge.

In the eyes of mortals, the world tree is always great, because it is too tall and too big, as if it connects the whole world, as if it is the foundation of the world, and the whole world slowly sprouts and branches from its roots , grow, until it matures into what it is today.

But now it doesn't look so majestic anymore.

The clouds in the sky are churning, and right above the World Tree, black and white tides collide with each other. Under the dim sky, the boundless pure white kingdom seems to be crumbling.

Bright red spreads across the sky in the clouds, where blood and fire grow together.

The color was too intense, as if it would soon ignite the giant tree below.

But at this moment, everyone has no time to take care of these - they are busy fighting, killing each other, and settling the grievances of the nearly ten thousand years of war.

The conversation between Yan and Ming was very short, but the short time was enough for many things to happen.

The battlefield on the sky is really too chaotic, everyone is killing and being killed, everyone is screaming and roaring, everyone is desperate and sad.

The sounds of all these are intertwined to form a grand and magnificent movement, just like a stormy night, a handsome young man kills his young and beautiful lover in front of the cross of the church, and buries her in the storm, the tombstone is pure. White marble is colder than ice and snow on such a night.

It's too late.

When Yan turned his head, he happened to see the long purple hair fluttering like a banner.

Her pupils shrunk almost to nothing.

The three gods fought on the white city wall, the red and purple patterns intertwined into a graceful pattern, but the curtain was flawless and pure white.

The black long sword was firmly nailed to the city wall, leaving bright red marks on it. The girl's face was beautiful, her eyes were closed, and her purple hair fluttered in the wind, as if she was asleep.

The white one is her dress, and the red one is her blood.

The black sword was decorated with rose gold, and the metal at the tsuba was dark red, like a burning flame, spreading downwards, outlining the pitch-black blade, extremely long and luxurious.

That was the original sword.

The red-haired demon god was still holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, the golden god roared furiously, raised his heavy hammer with both hands, and golden thunder burst out all over his body.

Yan blinked slowly.

The purple-haired girl was still there with her eyes closed and her face serene, with the long black sword piercing her chest.

Everything is clear now.

Yan clearly heard the sound of the wind passing by his ears.

——Hara is dead.

【Prisoner's dream】

Chu and the statue of the goddess looked at each other for a long time, and finally looked away with a sneer.

He thought he might be too happy to be a little delirious.

—Otherwise, why would he feel that the idol was looking at him sadly?

What attracted his attention was the confused voice of the girl on the bed:

"...Uh...chu? You...where have you been?"

Yuan struggled to free himself from the soft quilt, calling his lover's name in a daze.She closed her eyes and fumbled around under the quilt, with a hint of panic in her voice.

"I'll stay here with you, and I'm not going anywhere." Chu went to the bed and sat down, stretched out his hand and gently patted Yuan's head.

"Well... not going anywhere... okay."

Yuan was tossing in a daze on the bed, and unfortunately buried himself in the messy quilt. Now he is struggling with his hands and feet, trying his best to find his own freedom.

"……puff."

It turns out that this kind of "confused little animal" rolling is really cute, and Chu couldn't hold back his laughter.

Of course, as a good international boyfriend, Chu would never do the kind of thing that his girlfriend would stand aside and watch indifferently when encountering a crisis—so after he uttered the joyful syllable, he helped Yuan put himself Freed from the quilt.

Finally, Yuan was rescued from the quilt. The little girl sat on the bed panting, as if she had not just liberated herself from the quilt in embarrassment, but ran a marathon, exhausted. sweating profusely.

Sitting next to her for the first time, the shoulders of the two of them leaned together, and the few rays of sunlight that penetrated through the gaps in the curtains shone on them. Even if they didn't do anything or say anything, this scene was still very warm.

After resting, Yuan leaned over and kissed Chu on the cheek, with a smile on his face:

"Good morning kiss!"

Chu dotingly glanced at her, and kissed her on the cheek, then stood up and opened the curtains, the blazing golden sunlight immediately filled the whole room, and the sea shimmered under the blue sky——

"——It's a kiss at noon, Yuan." Chu corrected her slightly.

With a bulging bun face, Yuan buried his head in a pile of quilts like an ostrich.

Chu watched her action with amused expression, walked over and pulled the girl out of the quilt:

"Okay, okay, I just want to ask you—" Yuan raised his head, pointed at the sparkling sea outside the floor-to-ceiling window, "Do you want to go down and play?"

"Yes! Of course!" Yuan jumped three feet high, "Wait, I'll get the clothes!"

As she said that, she rushed into a door on the wall next to the bed like a cannonball—a little surprised at first, because he didn't realize there was a door there before.

Maybe it's just too good a disguise?After all, the door looked exactly like the wall from any angle.

At the beginning, I comforted myself, but did not think about other possibilities.

It didn't take long for Hara to rush back, holding both of their bathing suits and other miscellaneous things... It looked like they were hosting a beach dinner.

It's a good idea.first thought.You can also organize everyone to play together in the future, Beelzebub and Xie must like this idea very much——

etc.I froze for a moment.

Who is Beelzebub?Who is Xie?Everyone... who are you referring to?

Chu involuntarily glanced at the statue of the goddess in the cage, obviously completely covered by the sunlight, but the eyes made of amethyst looked extraordinarily dim, deep and almost black.

Chu felt a little uneasy.

But he didn't have time to think about these weird things, Yuan Yuan jumped up and grabbed his arm like a bird, and shouted proudly: "Swim! Let's go down and play! I don't know how to swim—you have to teach me !"

Quite a coquettish little girl.

Chu laughed, rubbed her hair fiercely, the two picked up a lot of things, opened the door and rushed directly to the beach outside.

——Have a good time.

They were all tired when the stars twinkled in the sky. Chu carried Yuan, who was about to fall asleep because he was too tired from playing, and returned to their hut with their things.

He gently placed the sleeping girl on the bed, pinched the corners of the quilt for her, cleaned up the things they messed up, and finally planned to rest after a long time.

He closed the curtains, climbed onto the bed, sat beside Yuan, and kissed her forehead.

When Chu was about to lie down and go to sleep, as if something attracted him in the dark, he glanced at the divine cage in a strange way, and was startled.

——The crystal pupils of the idol emanated a faint purple brilliance in the darkness, and the bright red translucent liquid started from the eye sockets and slowly flowed along the idol.

——It was as if a goddess was weeping blood.

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The next chapter is the whole process of Yuan's death by visual inspection...and, the author starts school tomorrow