The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

"Papa Yan... in front of the world, how much is life worth?"

【"...How much is life worth in front of the world?"】

Yan Ban knelt in front of Pandora, and his whole body froze under the little girl's fearful and expectant eyes.

Like the wind that has been fixed in shape, like a stone statue that has been weathered in the wind and sand for years.

Sybil's hoarse voice came from somewhere, overlapping with the soft and immature voice of the little girl in front of her. The illusory female voice spread invisible ripples in the air, obliterating the clear and shallow lingering sound, like the echo of a bell ringing in the valley.

Yan slowly lowered his head, looking at the girl in front of him.She slowly raised her arm and stretched it forward, as if she wanted to feel the temperature on Pandora's cheek with her body, so as to judge whether she was alive or not... But at the moment when her fingertips were about to touch her, she Under the little girl's blank gaze, she suddenly withdrew her hand, with such force that she seemed to want to break her own arm.

Pandora tilted her head, blankly looking at Yan with a mysterious expression in front of her.

Most of the children are very simple, they don't understand the twists and turns in the hearts of adults, and they don't understand the complexity and intrigue in the world of adults. Pandora took a step forward with her short legs, and almost raised her hands Pressing the plush rabbit in Yan's face, he asked again in a soft voice with the kind of immature voice unique to little girls:

"Papa Yan... in front of the world, how much is life worth?"

This sentence was like a spell, and Yan almost jumped up from the ground in shock.

In fact, she did jump up, her legs trembled uncontrollably when her toes landed, and she almost fell to the ground.

She lowered her head to look at Pandora, trying to find the slightest resemblance to Sybil from that completely different face.

However, she quickly failed.

The little girl didn't look like Sybil at all, and the look she spoke didn't have half the resemblance to that long-dead prophetess, except for the tone of voice when she said that sentence.

That tone was so damn similar to Sybil!For a moment, Yan even felt that standing in front of her was not the little loli Pandora holding a fluffy rabbit, but the prophetess who died in the church long ago!Two kinds of flames, crimson and pale, burned fiercely on her body, spanning the long river of time, and are still alive until now!

Yan felt that he was not standing in front of Ming's palace, but at a fork in time. On the left stood Pandora holding a fluffy rabbit, and that road led to the future; Sibyl swept across her whole body, and those pale, almost transparent eyes looked at her calmly... There seemed to be a thunderstorm in Yan's brain, and she shivered fiercely, and her close-fitting clothes were soaked in cold sweat, The whole figure is like standing in the cold ocean.

Damn damn damn damn!Yan kept cursing in her mind, she wanted to escape from this weird place quickly and leave behind that weird question, Sybil's death had been sticking in her heart like a fishbone stuck in her throat all this time, making her panic. Her fear makes her tremble... If her "old friends"—whether the Seventh Demon King, Eight Glory, or even the traitor Ahura—until the captain of Eight Glory, Yan, whose force value is so high in the sky, will be killed because of a human Fearing, trembling, and panicking about the death of the dead, they will probably laugh out loud...

But Annihilation couldn't control herself not to fear, tremble, or panic. She was clearly in that church when Sybil died, and the distance between the two was only a few steps away, but when the dome collapsed she slammed When she rushed over to grab the opponent, Sybil was turned into smoke and dust in the two-colored flames... She rushed over, her arms were empty, she only caught the wisp of white smoke, and was immediately buried by the falling rocks.

To this day, when I recall that scene, I still feel heart palpitations and deep powerlessness. She is the captain of the Eight Glories, and she holds the power of power in her hands. She rarely feels powerless in her life. The feeling of that word is almost the same as hers. When there was no connection, but at the moment when Sybil died, a wave of powerlessness surged and surged, submerging her.

The scene from many years ago seemed to reappear in front of my eyes... In the smoky church, the red and silver flames illuminated Sybil's pale face. Nothing turns to dust...into something beyond grasp.

Yan has rarely had such a strong desire to "save someone", but in the end, this strongest desire in history can only end in powerlessness and sadness.

She hates the feeling of powerlessness - watching everything happen but being powerless makes people hate their own powerlessness even more.

There are always some things like this in the world, no matter how powerful you are, you will be powerless to undo it... It's like a curse in the dark.

Like the withered flowers yesterday, the faded leaves in late autumn, the sky in an instant, the death of a person.

What a nuisance...that empty feeling in the palm of your hand.

It was as if after all these years the smoky church was still burning in some corner of her heart, the woman in the prayer room was gradually reduced to ashes in the rising flames... Sybil died over and over again , and she can do nothing about it.

Powerless.

...Yanzhen hates this word, repeatedly emphasizing her fault and cowardice, repeatedly torturing her soul.

Yan unconsciously grasped the hilt of Revertin's sword. This hideous weapon in the eyes of others seemed to bring her a little sense of security... In the end, it was the young girl's immature voice that brought her consciousness back to the world:

"Papa Yan... in front of the world, how much is life worth?"

Yan suddenly regained consciousness, Pandora was still holding her fluffy rabbit, and asked this question again.

...for the second time.

Yan knew she had to give an answer to this.

The hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily.

What is the answer?What is the answer?What is the answer?

Yan felt that his throat was dry, and an illusory scene appeared in front of his eyes. The beautiful prophetess sang in the raging fire, with a hoarse voice like a cuckoo crying blood:

【"Life is nothing in front of the world."】

"...Life is nothing before the world."

——Yan was convinced that this was the answer Pandora asked for.

Because among the poets who sang fate, this question and answer has already been compiled into a ballad and recited countless times.

Hearing her dry voice, Pandora reached out and handed the plush rabbit in her arms to Yan's hand.The little girl looked solemn, and the scene at the moment was more like a ceremony to worship the gods than a warm game. The wizard placed the bloody lamb on the altar of the gods.

Yan took the plush rabbit in a daze, Pandora took a small step back, lifted her skirt and gave her a dignified lady's salute. When the little girl stood up straight, Yan saw a very familiar smile on her face... and Xi Bill has the same smile!

"Live on, sister Yan." Pandora said softly, this time she finally didn't call her father.

A scorching white light erupted from under the little girl's feet, and quickly enveloped Pandora in it. Yan rushed over in shock, and she passed through the white light without hindrance and caught Pandora. The little girl's face could not be seen clearly under the strong light. Before Yan's first cry could come out, the feeling of weakness caused by the crazy loss of power enveloped her.

Her power poured out like a flood from a reservoir, and the increasingly intense white light scorched her eyes, and Yan gradually couldn't see Pandora's figure clearly, but the touch of her tight embrace still reassured her.But as the situation in front of her continued and the development of time, she gradually could not feel the existence of Pandora... It was as if the child in her arms had turned into a stream of air and fled away soundlessly.

I don't know when, the white light gradually dissipated, and Yan's eyesight gradually recovered. When everything finally returned to normal, Yan blinked and realized that he was sitting on the steps of the palace without Pandora in his arms.

There was only one dark green box quietly floating in front of her, with interlaced golden traces woven into magnificent patterns, exuding an aura that made Yan feel oppressed and uneasy.

Just looking at this box, Yan felt his own origin was being sucked in... Yan's face was pale, and she could understand what it was before anyone without describing her.

An indispensable thing in Ming's plan-the god-forbidden cage, the god-conferring weapon, you can call it whatever you want.

Yan watched dumbly as the box fell slowly from mid-air, slowly landed in her arms, and then stopped moving.

The box was very light, but the vanished soul was so heavy that Yan felt that he could hardly stand up.

...too heavy.

It's really too heavy.

That's the weight of a life and a soul.

But in the end Yan put away the box, and stretched out his hand to the red book on the steps.

She saw the cover, which said "Sibyl & Moses".

The swashbuckling characters, at first glance, were written by Sibyl.

Yan didn't care why Sybil signed the names of both of them, she just wanted to know what was in it now.

She opened the book, it was blank, nothing.

Or, it's just that she can't see anything.

——Ah, prophecy is only possible if it is seen by the right person at the right time, at the right place.

Annihilation did not stay long.She left the wordless book and rushed to the battlefield with heavy steps.

Thunder roared in the sky, scorched clouds billowed, and her time was running out.

After Yan left, the pages of the red-covered book on the steps were flipping in the wind. I don't know if there was a mistake in the binding or the owner of the book was too careless. A page fell out of the book and slowly drifted down. to the next step.

When the smell of iron and bloody rust floated from the distant battlefield, the single pages of the book seemed to meet sparks, burning in the air, and soon turned into a small pool of scorched ashes.

The pages of the book were not completely burned, and black ink stains remained on the relatively intact corner. The lines were sketched and drawn, forming a few inexplicable words and half a sentence with ambiguous meaning:

"...The name of its cage is Pandora's Box."

——No one in this world will ever know what kind of prophecy Pandora knows.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Get the fuck out of me!" Taki let out a hoarse roar, letting gravity take him down, his legs caught Asura's neck, and he was ready to "click" his waist the next moment Break Asura's neck with all his strength and then rush out to support Lei to kill that bastard at the beginning... Fuck it!Why did he just notice!Yuan was nailed to the city wall... Fucking Chu bastard!

Under the rage, Taki was so angry that he couldn't stop, he grabbed Asura's neck but he couldn't complete the twist of turning around, because Asura directly grabbed his thigh... There was no element of mopping up at all, The muscles in that hand bulged, and Taki heard the sound of his bones cracking.

Now his plan to deal with Asura has gone bankrupt because it looks like Asura is going to deal with Him!

Asura grabbed one of Taki's legs with such force that the black dragon scales that appeared on his skin were broken. The messy-haired rogue leader took a deep breath, looked down and leaned forward, his arms exerted force... Grabbing Taki His legs threw him off him!

However, Ashura hadn't let go yet... He grabbed Taki's leg and slammed him in his direction. Before the other party could react, he drew his hand and clenched his fist, and the fist was about to hit his face in the air!

Taki, who was lying flat, couldn't dodge because of his posture, so he could only imitate Asura's previous action and folded his arms to block in front of him. When Asura's fist came down with a strong wind, it was powerful The impact force threw Taki to the ground again, but Asura did not intend to throw him down. Taki's black hair became a weak point at this moment. Asura grabbed his hair and lifted him up. One fist, one blow!one strike!Another hit!He was going to break all the bones in his whole body!

With fists raining down on him like a storm, Taki seemed to have lost the fight.

but……

How can it be that simple.

"Have you fucked enough?!" The hoarse male voice expressed Taki's fury, and when another attack came, Asura's fist was caught, and the handsome black-haired man laughed angrily, and twisted away with a wild laugh. Asura's wrist——In order to save his troubled arm, Asura let go of his hand holding the opponent's hair, twisted his waist to get his wrist out of Taki's control, and jumped back at the same time.

The two looked at each other through the scorched clouds. Asura restrained the teasing on his face, and his expression was serious; Taki raised his hands to smooth his black hair, and black scales emerged on his body, slowly opening and closing with his breath. .

"Damn it, hurry up and let me kill you!" He roared.

This time, it was really a life-and-death fight.

"Master Yuan...Master Yuan?!" Hui, who was dressed in golden clothes, was particularly conspicuous on the battlefield at this moment. In view of his great achievements in beheading the second of the seven demon kings, he did not face any demon king, and accidentally found that the leader of his side had already died in battle. , Shocked, almost immediately left the battlefield and set foot on the city wall.

With the destruction of the protection system and the influx of the demon king's army into the original kingdom, raging fires burned in this formerly beautiful country, and the white kingdom was dyed black and red, completely different from what it used to be.

Hui, who always had a child's face, squatted beside the goddess. If it weren't for the obvious red blood on her chest, that serene face would almost make everyone think that she was just asleep.

"...Master Yuan?" Emperor Douding stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the goddess' cheek, as if she would come back to life.

Hui has always maintained a childlike heart, and he will be willful when he should be willful and should not be willful, as if there is nothing in the world worth worrying about except being spanked by the captain, but at this moment, this person who is used to dying The kid finally couldn't laugh anymore:

This war will eventually end in blood.

The sound of breaking through the air passed by his ears, Hui turned his head suddenly, and the black streamer collapsed behind him.

"Huh? Ray!?" The little emperor let out an unbelievable scream.

The blond-haired god stood behind him, holding the silver-white sledgehammer wrapped around Thunderbolt in his hand, and scattered the attack coming towards him.

"Take care of yourself first, Hui." Lei turned his head and dropped a sentence, and immediately rose to the sky again, fighting against the red-haired devil again, thunder and lightning flashed.

This usually impolite wild monkey spoke so softly this time, Hui was momentarily taken aback.

And there is...

How come the look in those purple eyes is so similar to Yuan?