The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

This is the end of an era.

Ming came from the place where half of the original kingdom fell, and walked all the way in the direction of the world tree.

When the Demon King and Glory died one after another, the God Servant and Demon King's army gradually disintegrated, and finally fled in all directions.

Faithful servants of the gods sensed the breath of the half of the "primordial kingdom" in the subspace, and the entity gradually dissipated, fading into light-colored fluorescent spirits and returning; After being exhausted, they collapsed, while others, without the instructions of their masters, wandered aimlessly in the world.

The dark clouds that had covered the entire sky all year round gradually dissipated, revealing the pale and faded sky above.No matter where he went, the smell of blood and gunpowder always poured into his nostrils, but all he could see was an empty and messy ancient battlefield. Looking around, there was no life.

Although the situation still looks terrible, this war that has lasted for many years is really over.

Ming walked slowly, elegantly and calmly.Wearing a black costume, he walked on the battlefield full of corpses, and his whole body was out of place with the surrounding space.

He didn't feel any aura that belonged to the living people all the way - when the Battle of the Six Paths ended, it seemed that the entire battlefield died with it.

Ming lowered his head, then raised it again, his emerald eyes reflected the desolate beauty in the distance.

The thick clouds that had covered the World Tree for a long time finally dissipated, and the temperatureless white sun was hanging high in the sky. The red and golden storms intertwined into the corona, which was obviously such a warm orange, but exuded a deathly cold.

Everything in the distance comes into view:

Withered giant trees, fragmented earth, intertwined bones and blood, everything looked inexplicably terrifying under the blood-red glow.

It's almost like the end.Ming thought for no reason, then laughed at himself:

Isn't this the end of the world?

——The common end of God and devil.

Most of the sky in other places is as pale as paper, but here the sky is red like blood.The soil that was originally black on the ground was mixed with blood, turning into a dark red color, exuding a faint bloody smell, and the disgusting smell floated aimlessly in the air, like an abandoned, homeless A homeless soul.The giant tree with lush branches and leaves hangs down and stands there with scorched branches, dying and dying.

Also as a battlefield, the World Tree is completely different from other places.

The smell of blood here is the heaviest.

Maybe it's because this is the place of the final decisive battle, maybe it's because this is the place where the kingdom of heaven fell, maybe it's because... this was once a place of prayer?

But now there are corpses everywhere and everything withered, it really looks like hell.

Ming casually kicked away the skeleton in front of him, and the smell of hell invaded his nostrils, making him so disgusted that he couldn't help frowning.

The copper rust smell of metal corrosion and oxidation, the stench of rotting corpses, and the fresh breath of new dead creatures that have not yet faded together form a hellish smell.

Ming stepped on the root system of the World Tree, the location was scorched and damaged, reminding Ming of the fire that seemed to burn the entire world in that war.

Yuan died in that fire, and Chu died in that fire. If gods and devils represent extraordinary power, then the power of the entire world has been consumed by that fire.

It was a fire that was brilliant enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

Ming raised his head, and he saw the broken bronze bell swaying in the wind.

The bell's tongue was probably broken, leaving only an empty shell, dancing fragilely in the strong wind, but unable to pronounce even the most basic syllable.

Ming stretched out his hand to caress the thick branches of the World Tree, and the rough touch under his palm made him sigh:

"Yggdrash..."

He let out a long sigh, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

The tree hadn't died yet, and he could still feel the vitality surging in it.

—but so what?

But just lingering.

Ming gently let go of his hand, and stayed away from this lingering giant tree.

—It is still going to die after all.

Just like those gods and demons.

No matter how old and mighty the mighty stalwart is, the day will come when he will perish.

Now, the day of death has come to an end.

The dying old trees are silent, and the wind blows off the rotting leaves.

It used to be great, but now it's in decline.

Those who gave it life and splendor will now give it pain and death.

So the past...it doesn't matter anymore.

The roots of the withered giant tree are intertwined, and they are deeply rooted in the ground. It has just experienced pain, and it is eager to draw some nutrients from the ground to maintain its incomplete life.

Its roots are deeply rooted in the ground, perhaps as far as thousands of kilometers away.

But what is the use of this?

Both god and devil are dead, and perhaps it is about to do the same.

Ming did not return along the way he came, and his goal this time was not the way back.

He walked along a certain root of the World Tree, away from this silent battlefield of the gods, and rushed towards the direction where the mortal group lived.

As the distance shortened, there was a little more noise in Ming's ears.

The wind carried these voices to his ears from far away, so he couldn't hear them clearly.

However, this kind of voice is really too obvious and too familiar, Ming can understand what mortals are going through without even getting closer to confirm.

War, war, war.

Or war.

Always war.

It's always war.

This word has become the main theme of the current era.

If it is a band that plays the main melody, then this band does not even need any superb playing skills or any top-notch instruments, they just need to let go of their voices and howl, and beat all the way with broken copper and iron. up.

Just like warriors do when they charge across the battlefield.

Ming has no heart to care about this crazy age——he has no heart to care about how many wars have occurred in this age.

All he needs to know is that "the whole world is at war."

Eight words are enough to summarize this crazy world and its equally crazy theme.

Ming is still very calm, he avoids the battlefield of the mortal race, walks through the relics of a battlefield, walks among all kinds of bones, and goes to his destination.

"Boom"

He kicked a head away, and it rolled aside, and after shaking a few times, it stopped still.

There was a cool wind blowing, raising the faded red belt on the head, fluttering in the wind, telling the sadness that no one knew.

Feng passed the message to Ming, telling him that there was only a desolate silence around him.

He saw all kinds of skeletons, those of humans, beasts, gods... or withered into charred black, or crystal clear like white jade, or with a bronze-like luster and texture, or presented as mysterious darkness Gold, none of them could resist the fact that they were long dead.The huge dark golden skeleton raised its head to the sky, and the bone wings that had already rotted away proudly raised behind their backs. They were frozen in this moment, as fresh and beautiful as they were alive, exuding a ferocious breath of life.It makes people feel that one day, they will wave the giant wings that cover the sky again, rise to the sky in the air current, and fly to eternal immortality.

Immortality... There is no such thing as eternal immortality in this world.

The other skeletons, regardless of humans, orcs, or gods, hugged each other tightly. Some of their armor and clothing were relatively intact, and even the emblems of different ethnic groups could be clearly recognized on them, but they still hugged so tightly and so tightly. Tight, even in death they love each other so tightly, holding each other tightly, weapons embedded in each other's bodies, stuck between the skeletons.

Between the shattered sky and the crooked reflections of the dead, a purple figure walked alone.

—he will go to the land of the dead.

Lilith walked on the scorched battlefield, her whole body was lost, like a walking dead.

She has lost everything, she has nothing left.

Suffering heavy injuries repeatedly made her unable to catch up with Yan's footsteps, and the energy fluctuations that erupted from the sky after a while made her despair—that was the original soul fluctuation.

The King whom she had always honored and loved and loved forever, died.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

. . . it is an eternal, unwashable sin.

What should she do?What can she do?

...she probably couldn't do anything.

Yes Yes.

Can't do anything, can't do anything.

Everything that happened was... powerless.

It's an abominable feeling.

Abominable... hopeless.

The original... the original.

Lilith loved Chu very much, but also hated that woman very much.

How good would it be if she didn't exist?If she didn't exist, wouldn't everything happen now?

If she doesn't exist...if she doesn't exist...if she doesn't exist...

—if she didn't exist! ?

Lilith's eyes widened suddenly, and all the muscles in her body tensed in an instant. This movement almost made her kneel on the ground, but the maroon-eyed witch didn't care, she tore her face with both hands, and let out a hysterical roar, The roar was mixed with laughter, she roared and laughed at the same time, and she cried while laughing, the whole person was already insane.

Yes... yes... yes... yes yes yes yes yes!

How could she have forgotten?How could she have forgotten?How could she forget--how could she forget? !

The original is dead!She is dead!That damned woman is dead!She already... really doesn't exist anymore!

If she can't be resurrected...if she can't be resurrected...if she can't be resurrected...if she can't be resurrected—!

Yes, if she cannot be resurrected, then the only one who can accompany the Lord... is Lilith!

Yuan is dead, but Lilith is still alive... This is her greatest advantage!

Lilith's pupils shrunk extremely small, and the corners of her mouth rose up to the point that her entire face was almost torn apart. At this moment, she was no longer beautiful, and her face was distorted and horrible.

That's right... "alive" is her greatest advantage... So what if the Lord is dead?She is still alive!He can still be resurrected!As long as she keeps waiting and searching, one day, the Lord will appear in front of her again...appear in front of her again!

At that time, just make sure that there is no originality in this world... It will be fine if there is no originality!

Make her unable to reincarnate...everything will be perfect!

Perfect!Perfect to impeccable!

So... what can be done to prevent Hara's resurrection?

Lilith gradually darkened her face.

She has no way to confirm how Yuan will be resurrected, is it with the help of a container similar to her body, or is she reincarnated directly?

But...it doesn't matter, the method is not important, as long as the result is limited, there must be a solution.

Regardless of the container or the reincarnation, Hara must be a woman.

So……

Lilith stood up slowly, with a sick smile on her face.

——As long as all the women in this world die, won't everything be resolved?

Land of the Dead, by the banks of the Gioll.

The gate of the black iron of the kingdom of the dead is closed, and it seems that no one is welcome to visit.

Ming stood beside the Styx River, not even paying any attention to the gate that pierced through heaven and earth from the corner of his eye.He just peeped at the crystal clear river below with great interest.His gaze passed through the water and slowly reached the bottom—the flickering stream of souls.

In view of the particularity of the kingdom of the dead, what flows in the Styx Gioll is not actually water, but liquid memory and time.The deeper the river, the higher the concentration of location memory and time, and the bottom is where the flow of the soul passes.The high concentration of memory and time will disturb your thoughts and lead you back to the good times you least want to forget in the deepest part of your memory-this is exactly the principle of Gioll's extradition of the dead.Few of the dead can resist such a temptation, so they sink into the depths of the river, and eventually float into the stream of souls, cleansing themselves of their past, and drifting with it.

It's just...Ming's pupils are dark green, like a dark swamp.

Although it is beautiful, the moment you fall into the river, you will feel the piercing pain.

To enjoy the good, you must first taste the pain-Styx is probably such a tune.

Ming doesn't care about beauty or pain, he only knows that this is one of the few places where conceptual life can commit suicide.

Ming took a step and slowly sank into the water of the Styx River.

His companions and enemies are almost dead, and there are not many actors on the stage. Is this drama worth the audience continuing to watch?

Ming didn't plan to continue watching, he wanted to watch the more exciting scene many years later.

The scene where the gods and demons revived.

It's sure to be interesting.

As he thought so, he slowly sank into the stream of soul.

He waited for the moment of reincarnation.

【history】

——In later eras, with the Battle of the Six Paths as the dividing point, before the Battle of the Six Paths it was called the Ancient Era and the Calendar Year of Order, and after the Battle of the Six Paths it was called the Year of the Fallen God.

The Battle of the Six Paths, the war between the gods in the sky and the demons on the ground, took the World Tree area as the final battlefield, and the gods and demons fell.

This war is the last real battle with historical records in the myths and legends of later generations.

This is a war to guide the direction of the whole world.Because since then, the wars between the major lords and ethnic groups have continued, completely abandoning the peace and tranquility of the past, and all throwing themselves into endless wars.

In order to preserve the progress of world civilization in the complicated wars, the leaders of the various tribes gathered together, led by the opinion of Tiansuiri, the then leader of the Kubler tribe, to delineate restricted areas, sign a series of related armistice agreements, and establish neutrality in a ruin Forbidden land, as a place for the cultivation of young children of various ethnic groups.The forbidden place was eventually named "Eden".

After the Battle of the Six Paths ended, an unknown plague spread throughout the world along with the flames of war.The plague was harmless to men, but deadly to women.This plague killed all women for 700 years, and all doctors and pharmacists were helpless about the diseases related to the plague.In the end, only men are left in this world.Fortunately, there is a family of seals who are good at science and technology, named "Dao Daoer", who cooperates with experts from other races in research, which ensures that the blood of each race can be preserved smoothly.

The above are the follow-up historical materials of "Battle of the Six Paths" and "Women's Plague".

And the stories after that, the awakened devils and the returning gods, and the last sorrows and joys of all the characters, you already know.

In previous stories, everyone has been given their own ending.

I hope you can be satisfied with this world.

Gentle, but also cruel.