I made the myth template

Brunhill's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stopped.

She stared, with a look of horror on her face, and she clenched her fists almost irresistibly.

in front of.

Prince City is not outside the tall walls.

Two huge fires were blazing, and the greasy and rancid smell hit the face, making people unable to open their eyes.

After walking in.

Only then did Brunhill realize that what was burning in the fire was not firewood.

But human corpses.

Among the piles of corpses were old people and children, and some of the faces were very familiar to Brunhir.

Most of their deaths were miserable, some were split in half from the middle, some were beheaded, and some were brutally dismembered. What was even more frightening was the ashes left outside the city.

These two piles of corpses are not the only ones like this.

in the firelight.

Those crusaders wearing huge kinetic energy armor threw the corpses in their hands into the burning fire without mercy like dragging goods.

The flames burned more and more vigorously.

Brunhill also felt his remaining sanity burning together.

She came out of the darkness.

The crusaders stopped what they were doing after seeing the scarred Valkyrie, and some guys without helmets showed surprised expressions on their faces.

Behind the walls.

Brun Hill also saw Decathlon in a thick cotton coat.

The guy showed surprise and fear after seeing Brun Hill, but it was quickly replaced by confidence.

he smiles.

The body like a meat ball held its head high and walked towards Brun Hill.

"Your Excellency the Valkyrie."

Decathlon saluted, "Dear Valkyrie, you don't need to take action. Those rebels have been put down, most of the rebels have been eliminated, and a few have been punished."

Behind him were several heavily armed crusaders.

See Brunhir's soft face motionless in the firelight.

Decathlon felt guilty and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

But he still said loudly, "I'm sorry, but this is the order of the Holy Mountain, and I am only responsible for carrying it out."

talking.

He took out a parchment scroll from his arms.

On the cover of the scroll, there is the unique anti-counterfeiting mark of the Holy Mountain.

Brunhill just glanced down, and saw that the sign on it was definitely not a fake, and Decathlon, who was the lord of the local city, had no guts to do such a thing.

only…

"I should have told you, let you guarantee the survival rights of those refugees."

Brunshire said.

Her eyes were dim, and the scarlet moonlight cast an indelible layer of blood on her body, as if Shura descended in an instant.

"I…"

Cold sweat broke out on Decathlon's fat forehead.

But he still put on a look of death, and said in that miserable and disgusting tone: "But as the city lord, protecting the city is my first duty, and I am only here to carry out orders from above." That's all."

He spread his hands and continued:

"His Royal Highness, you are also a nobleman, so you can understand our difficulties."

"No, not now."

The flames crackled and crackled, as if those ghosts were also echoing each other. Those crusaders subconsciously held the guns in their hands, but they still felt cold all over.

"what do you want to do?"

Darkness swallowed the Valkyrie's gray-blue pupils.

A great fear enveloped Decathlon's heart. He screamed loudly, like a shivering mouse.

"Are you going to betray the Holy Mountain?"

"No, it was the Holy Mountain who betrayed its people." Brunhill said heavily.

She stretched out her hand and held it forward.

Invisible ripples bloomed from the tall body of the Valkyrie to the outside layer by layer, the firelight froze, ripples rippled in the moonlight, and Decathlon's shrill voice completely froze.

Bang!

Huge power erupted from the city lord's body from the inside out.

Like a bloody firework.

Broken limbs and heads flew in different directions, internal organs were torn everywhere, and a stench wafted out of his nostrils.

The two crusaders following Decathlon raised their guns subconsciously and aimed them at Brunshire, but when they realized what a stupid thing they were doing, they put their rifles back in panic. underfoot.

Brunhill strode forward, into the city.

"Where's Meadows?"

Looking at the ruins in front of him, Brunhill's voice was cold.

"It's an angel, it's an angel who took your companion away." The fat tavern owner knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

"Has it finally come to this step?"

When entering Prince City.

Brunhill also thought about whether one day he would stand against the Holy Mountain.

but.

She never thought about it.

This day will come so fast, and there is absolutely no room for maneuver.

She looked up.

Only then did I realize that dawn had come again before I knew it.

When they left the city, the crusaders were releasing the rebels who were imprisoned in the cage.

in one of the cages.

Brunhill saw Gruss, the former crusader dying.

One of his eyes was cruelly gouged out, his face was pale, and the overalls on his body were stained with blackened blood. After seeing Brunhill, he opened his mouth, wriggling his lips weakly.

His tongue was cut out so he could not speak.

But through the rhythm of the ups and downs of his lips, Brunhill could still understand what he said to himself.

"fraud."

Brunshire took a deep breath.

Bury all these things in my heart and rush towards the holy mountain.

……

Western Continent.

Somewhere in the inconspicuous barren hills.

Jamia, with a snake-tailed body, opened her arms, and golden sunlight streamed on her curvaceous body.

The skin is dazzlingly white.

"Things are going a little out of control."

In the spiritual world.

Su Heng, who hadn't rested all night, spoke to Jamia slowly with a slightly tired voice.

"Every increase in life level is a qualitative change, and the further you go, the more amazing the magnitude of the change will be." Jamia lowered her arms and stretched her muscles, "If that little girl wants to go to the holy mountain, she will probably encounter It's troublesome."

"I can smell angels in the perceptual world."

"Are you sure?" Su Heng asked slightly worried.

"I said, I won't lose to anyone again." Jamia had a smile on her face and her voice was full of confidence.

"and…"

In the vast sky, dark clouds rolled, and Adam and Garen could be seen standing side by side in the huge steel city amidst the flashes of thunder. On the other side of the sky, the body of the shadow dragon, which was nearly a thousand meters long, was also hovering and soaring. Bloom brilliant divine light.

Four templates come together.

It was also the first time Su Heng saw such a scene.

……

Brunshire stopped.

The distance from Prince City to the holy mountain is thousands of kilometers.

But for the Valkyrie who exploded at full speed, it took less than half a day to go back and forth.

When she left Prince City, the sky had not yet fully lit up, and before noon, the tall and majestic holy mountain had already appeared in the shade of the trees in front of her.

The reason she stopped.

Not because of hesitation or fear.

As a Valkyrie, she may have been deceived in the past, but once she made up her mind, she never hesitated.

Even though this battle might cost him his life, for the sake of the one he loves and the responsibilities he bears, Brunhill still dares to bet everything on himself.

only…

"Why are you here?"

Brunhir held a long spear, and the silver-white radiation condensed into a shining and slim battle suit.

On the path in the forest, a giant silver-white wolf just appeared in front of Brunhill, with an elegant figure, staring at her with gentle eyes.

"Remember what I said to you before I left?"

White Wolf said.

"I know."

Brunhill replied, "But for everything, there's a price, isn't it?"

"Sometimes this sentence is not wrong, but now, it is another situation." White Wolf shook his head and said, "We have a common goal, so I am willing to lend my strength to you."

silence.

After a long time, Brunhill said seriously, "Thank you."

"No matter what, if I'm still alive after this incident is completed, I won't forget the kindness involved."

"I help you not to take your power, or specific rewards, but simply to make those who have dedicated everything to the survival and revival of the Terraria world worthwhile."

"For a better tomorrow...that's all."

The white wolf whispered.

What came back to my mind was Merrill's crying and laughing expression on the treetop.

"I understand."

Brunhir put down the weapon in his hand, walked up to the white wolf, stretched out his hands and clenched his fists in mid-air.

The white wolf bowed his head.