Extraordinary pedigree

This silent confrontation did not last long. Old Vardasson sighed in an extremely tired manner and said to Xia Xiu:

"I'm old enough. Even if I know many things, I can't do anything about it; we are indeed afraid of the wave of the new era. Broly has all the bad karma of the berserker on his body. The reason why he did not die is because if he died , then this curse will entangle the clan again, and we need to make a choice."

Regarding Old Vardasson's answer, Xia Xiu looked at the [Dacia Prison] behind him and sneered and replied:

"The choice is to build a prison like this, and then hold high the banner of dedication and let the criminals stay there for the rest of their lives. This prison will never be empty, because this guilt will be passed down from generation to generation."

The blond young man looked at the hunched old man with silent contempt in his eyes as bright as the scorching sun.

"Are you locking up prisoners, or are you locking up the sins in your own heart?"

"········" Old Valdasson remained silent.

"You should have seen the eternal evil that surrounds me, then you should know the purpose of my trip. The Berserker should not close his eyes and not know what to interpret. After all, there were many madmen in the past. Warrior has been involved in something similar to the Act. I'm going to take Broly out and give him the right to redeem himself,"

After the blond young man finished speaking, he walked straight into the [Dacia Prison]. Old Vardasson looked at the back of the blond young man, holding the cane tightly and tightly, and his old face appeared Showing struggle.

"Harmful--"

Finally, Old Valdarson sighed helplessly, and the breath he had been holding came out from his chest. As the breath came out, his back seemed to be pressed by something invisible, and it became It became heavier and his figure became more rickety.

****

Inside the Dacian prison.

Xia Xiu didn't feel anything about Old Vardasson's compromise.

The other party made a wise choice. If the other party tried to prevent him from releasing Broly, then it would inevitably turn into something like "a young man beating a centenarian", which sounded very bad.

When Xia Xiu stepped into the prison, a blast of cold air hit his face. He subconsciously pulled the scarf around his neck. The thin and moist towel was pulled to his chin. He exhaled hot breath into the scarf.

The weather in Reykjavik is very changeable and can experience four seasons in one day, so there is a local proverb: "If you don't like the weather in Reykjavik, wait five minutes."

However, the temperature here is obviously much different from the temperature outside. This is not a climate difference that can be made by waiting for five minutes.

At this time, Xia Xiu quietly raised his golden eyes, which were like snake eyes and began to look at everything around him carefully.

This prison, located in a rugged and icy land, is a place specially used to imprison the sins of berserkers.

Once he sets foot here, he will be eroded by endless darkness and cold just like Xia Xiu now. If it weren't for the night vision ability of [Heavenly Locked Eye], it would be difficult for him to walk freely in an extremely dark cave.

He started walking down the prison's only passage.

This is an old and solemn stone prison with traces of history.

The prison is surrounded by endless ice and snow, accompanied by the roar of the cold wind, as if the anger and struggle of the berserker are embodied here; while inside the cave, there is a heavy silence, which is in stark contrast to the roar of the wind and snow outside. Compared.

The stone walls are tall and thick, covered with thick moss and frost, reflecting the vicissitudes of time.

Soon, Xia Xiu came to a gate.

The door is closed tightly, giving people a depressing feeling, as if it is not only the body but also the soul that is enclosed inside.

"The Copper Plate Gate of Toshrunda doesn't have many taboos on it. It seems that they are not actually worried about the escape of sinners." Xia Xiu said to himself while looking at the sculptures on the stone gate.

The door stood before him, with a copper plate painting and a poem engraved on it.

The copperplate painting depicts a berserker followed by a god holding a lightning spear, wearing an eagle helmet, and riding an eight-legged horse.

The poem on the door is as follows:

"You bloodthirsty people, I will ask those berserkers,

Those strong heroes, those heroes who stepped into the battlefield,

How were they treated?

People call them those in wolf skins,

A shield covered in blood,

Carrying blood-stained spears, they entered the battlefield——"

This is the [Poetry of Harald] in praise of the berserker.

The blond young man just looked at it, then stretched out his hands and placed them on the door. His hands and feet were covered with red thaumaturgy circuits.

[Light Samurai Thaumatology Circuit Type III·Activated! ]

呲呲呲——

The heavy door was quickly pushed open by Xia Xiu, and he stepped inside.

Stepping inside the door, an aura that was several times colder than outside rushed toward him, an aura filled with sadness and despair.

This is the real inside of the prison.

Tap tap tap——

Xia Xiu's feet stepped slowly on the ground, and the dull sound of footsteps echoed throughout the prison.

The interior of the Dacian prison is made of rough rock, cold and hard, showing a temperatureless rigidity.

It was dark and hazy, with shadows hanging all around the prison.

The corridor is long and deep, with some faint light coming from the cells on both sides.

Under this light are those berserker warriors who should be like wolves and tigers on the battlefield.

Their figures were blurred in the dim light, sitting silently in the corner with their hands clasping their knees. They had turned into stone sculptures. Their eyes had long lost the original enthusiasm and ferocity, replaced by deep frustration. and silence.

These are the "sinners" of all ages.

One generation passes and another comes, but sin remains forever.

Xia Xiu simply looked at the sinners and continued walking along the long and narrow corridor.

Soon, he reached the end of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a huge stone hall, with layers of stone steps leading to the top.

This is the most solemn place in this prison, and also the most silent place; in the center of the hall, there is a huge stone sculpture, depicting a seated berserker, with his hands folded on his knees, his head hanging slightly, looking It seems to be still, but it seems that it will break away from the stone body at any time and re-enter the endless war; this stone sculpture has become a symbol, symbolizing the pride and fearlessness of the berserker warriors, but also symbolizing their bondage and helplessness.

There are several small cells scattered evenly around the hall.

On the cold stone wall, a string of thick chains hangs quietly, as if waiting for new "guests".

Each cell has a narrow window, and outside the window is endless ice and snow and biting cold wind. Whenever the sound of wind passes through the narrow window, it will bring waves of low whistling, like the roar of a berserker.

In the center of the prison is a huge training ground.

This was once a place where berserker warriors wielded their weapons and unleashed their wildness. Now, only the empty stone ground is left, scattered with broken chains and old weapons.

The existence of this venue seems to remind every imprisoned Berserker of their former glory and freedom.

It's funny to say that although it looks cold and even cruel on the surface, this quaint stone prison gives the berserkers a sense of security to a certain extent.

They knew that in this strictly guarded place, the sinners could never break free because of the righteousness in their hearts, nor could they plunge into the world full of war and blood again; this allowed them to find a trace of hope in the pain and despair. for the berserkers outside, this prison is a kind of protection, protecting them from the destruction and fear of the berserkers' sins.

It is a heavy and silent building.

Every stone, every trace, and every roar of the wind tells its history and stories, telling about those former berserker warriors, their glory, their wildness, and their restraints.

The blond young man looked at the huge stone sculpture sitting in meditation, shook his head and said:

"It's really sad."

Then, he looked at the deepest cell in the prison. In the cell was a middle-aged man wearing a plain robe sitting cross-legged.

The man in plain robe exudes a contradictory and abnormal temperament, and his body shape gives people an unreserved wild feeling: he is taller than ordinary people, and his body is burly and strong, as if made of steel; his chest is broad and his muscles are knotted, symbolizing It shows the powerful power of the wolf clan; the hair is long and messy, like a wild wolf in the forest, gray and rough; the hair on the top of the head extends back like a wolf's mane, curving into a wild arc, and the face is hard and vicissitudes. It seems that he has experienced countless ups and downs and hardships.

But the temperament exuding from his body is far different from his appearance. There is always a faint tranquility and mystery surrounding him, as if he has found a paradise in this chaotic world, where there are no worldly worries and disputes. There is only inner peace and tranquility.

The air of a martyr and ascetic in him was better than that of a berserker.

When Xia Xiu turned his attention to the man who was in a meditative state, the other man also opened his brown eyes.

Vardarson Broly just frowned slightly at the sudden stranger. He suppressed the boiling blood in his heart and said to the blond young man in front of him:

"I don't know why the leader let you in. I only advise you now: Get out of here quickly and disappear from my sight."

Xia Xiu looked directly into Broly's brown eyes. Even though his eyes were sunken due to being imprisoned in darkness for a long time, his eyes were still bright and clear.

"Vardarson Broly, I'm here to take you out."

"go out?"

"Yes, get out, you're free."

Broly laughed and shook his head, as if what the blond young man just said was a very funny joke.

"Freedom, how can a wicked person with sinful karma get freedom?"

Facing Broly's self-deprecation, the blond young man shook his head and said:

“Evil people can be redeemed, and evil people have a savior.”

A white card popped out of the blond young man's hand, and he threw the card towards Broly.

When the card approached Broly, an illusory figure emerged from him, holding the card directly.

This is the incarnation of Vardarson Broly——[Beowulf]

[Beowulf] is about two meters tall, with strong muscles and dark blue skin. His face is hard, like a sculpture, his eyes are shining with golden light; his hair is like a golden lion's mane, messy extends backward; a huge silver chain hangs on his chest, and at the end of the chain is a large wolf head ornament; the fingers of his hands are very thick, and each finger is wearing a special item similar to a punch.

Unlike Zhou Zhou and Tours, when facing Broly, Xia Xiu absolutely did not want to start a war with him.

[Master Incarnations] like Zhou Zhou and Tours are actually normal incarnations, and their abilities are not weak.

But when they were compared with Xia Xiu, they were much inferior.

But Broly is different, he is very strong.

If Xia Xiu really went to war with him, it would only be a 50-50 fight, and it would be a fight to the death.

[Master Incarnation Beowulf], his numerical value is an astonishing 4A+, and his ability [Beowulf's Oath] can swear to fight an enemy to the death. Under this oath, both parties cannot escape the battle and must Facing each other directly, [Beowulf]'s attack power will be stronger and its defense power will be enhanced in this state.

If Broly activates [Trans] to enter the mad state, the increase he will get will be even more terrifying. Not only will he get physical increase, but he will also become absolutely mad mentally.

Xia Xiu estimated that if the other party went crazy, it would be difficult for his [Don Quixote] to break through the other party's mental closed state.

Therefore, now is the time for him to use his ability to confuse people, well, it should be said that he is an excellent eloquent person.

"I think there are a lot of sad things in the world."

The blond young man opened his hands, attracting the attention of Broly who was trying to break the white card with absolute brute force in front of him.

"For example, those guys who are invincible in their own environment and have everything they need, but have no goals to strive for and can only live in confusion; or those who live in slums and those dirty and dirty places People who live in the small streets and in the cruel environment of the great era have created evil people and given them cruel and despicable hearts, but deprived them of goals other than "living" and allowed them to only consume themselves in physical satisfaction. time."

“Do evil people deserve redemption?”

"Yes, the wicked should be redeemed, and those who are guilty should be made aware of death - because life is great and honorable, and death is a part of life."

"Those who actively embrace sin always exude an astonishing stench; these sinners are the scum of the scum, so death is their only salvation."

"And for those who are crawling in the stinking ditch and struggling to survive, their eyes are still looking at the vast starry sky."

"What a cruel thing it would be to live just for the sake of living."

The blond young man looked directly at Broly and said to him:

"Why do you have to bear this sin?

Why was it that when your hands were stained with the blood of your parents, when you were at a loss and wanted to die, your tribe stopped you?

Were they ecstatic at the time, and did they truly understand the despair in your heart?

They say that you are a born evil person and that you kill your relatives, but did your parents really die at the hands of you when you were young?

No, the murderous intention that occupies your consciousness is the sin of the berserker. The incompetent Vardarson and the incompetent descendants of the Sons of Power can only blame all the sins on you. "

"I'm not asking you to hate them now, because they are so miserable that they are despised. I'm just telling you - do you want to understand the true meaning of life?"

“Want to see the sky outside [Smoke-free City]?”