Twilight War

07

storm, apocalypse

"Lord, please wash away my sins and cleanse me of my guilt." Mrs. Shimi was still groaning, her expression was almost crazy, as if she wanted to dedicate everything to the Lord in his hands.

"All nations under heaven, universal authority, all glory belongs to you forever." All the nuns also chanted almost madly, the bell of mass rang, and everything reached its climax. Flame is like burning.

They sing the most holy chapters, but they are as crazy as the followers of the devil.

Ancient, obscure and even meaningless syllables were hummed almost maniacally.

The storm outside the window became more violent, just like the stormy night a hundred years ago, San Michel dreamed of the cardinal, and Michel came to his dream for the third time in the midst of lightning and thunder, on his forehead With a tap, his forehead has since been indented and never faded.

So Mont Saint-Michel rises a huge church, majestic and majestic, standing on the tidal island.

Eight centuries of huge projects, countless boulders were transported from the only road, and Byzantine sculptures were slowly carved out.

"What did you see?" Mrs. Thimi placed the red rose on Isabel's heart.The rose instantly withered to an ashesy gray, like burnt ashes.

"No, I didn't see anything," said Isabelle.The girl on the altar looked blankly at the top of the huge church.

"No, you saw it, you saw everything."

—My maiden, where is the red rose?

—worn on your bosom at a funeral...

She saw it, yes she saw it.

She seemed to be walking barefoot on the road paved with black coal and molten gold, and all the people looked at her sadly.

Are you looking at her?No, who are you looking at?

—You are guilty!

—You are guilty! !

—You are guilty! ! !

"No!!" Isabel struggled violently on the altar, it was too painful, even a hundred times more painful than being burned by the flames, the kind of despair that melted into the soul.

How could it be, how could it be so calm to walk through the road paved with charcoal melting gold.

Strange and bewitching patterns slowly emerged on her body, it was the oldest and most terrifying totem.

——I will return, and then the road will be covered with blood.

—When I go away I tread on fire, and when I return I shall tread on blood.

She was going to die, yes, she must be going to die, otherwise how could she feel so cold, so cold to the bone, only despair could be colder than this.

She wanted to tell Brunhilde that those things about blood belonged to destiny were all just casual words from her, and she just wanted him to leave quickly.

She's a princess, and she won't let her knights die needlessly for her.

Live on her behalf, she is 13 years old, all her life is like a bird in captivity, she no longer has the wings to escape.

Take me away, take me away, wherever you go...

Go where there are no nuns, go where there is no palace, go anywhere...

"We proclaim your holy death, we sing of your resurrection, and we look forward to your glorious coming." Madam Shimi groaned almost madly, and the storm outside the window blew the glass windows of the church violently.

"We proclaim your holy death, we sing of your resurrection, and we look forward to your glorious coming." All the nuns agreed in the same way.

——"We announce your death, we sing about your resurrection, and we look forward to your glorious coming."

Suddenly the flames burst!

The entire church was burning with flames, like a divine punishment from God.All the nuns were still praying almost crazily, deranged, almost insane.

Mrs. Thorme watched the sudden flames slowly walk down the altar, and gray smoke rose from the flames.Her red robe hung from the stone steps.

No, there should be no flames.Something is wrong.

Isabel was suddenly pulled off the altar, and she looked at Brunhilde coming from the fire.

"Come with me……"

In the end, he still only said this sentence.

The white lace dress crossed the flaming stone steps, and the two children fled in the deepest and narrowest passage of St. Michael's Abbey.

The crazy nuns were horrified to find that the lamb on the altar had disappeared from their eyes after the two had run away for a long time.

Wet blue-gray stone walls, hard Roman vertical stone columns.

Behind them are the nuns chasing after them, as if chasing the wind and rain.

Blood oozed from Brunhilde's fingers, and a huge gash ran down his right shoulder.That is not an existence that humans can overcome. The giant python looked at the human like ants in front of him almost contemptuously.

Brunhilde switched the crossed epee to her left hand, and she raised her head to look at the invincible existence. Blood flowed from her forehead into her eyes, dyeing everything scarlet.

The giant python suddenly swooped in the direction of Brunhild, its huge head was like a mythical beast.Brunhilde watched the ugly and sinister beast rushing towards her, and she suppressed the instinctive fear.

In front of such a strange beast, everyone's instinct is to run away. No one has the courage to look directly into the eyes of the giant beast. Its eyes seem to exist like hell.

The golden lava in its eyes is burning, but there is a bone-chilling chill, as if it will die in such horror just by looking at it.

Just as the giant python rushed to a place ten meters away from her, Brunhilde jumped up suddenly. The black windbreaker on her body was broken, and the neatly tied blond hair scattered like broken gold in the skylight of the Holy Rosary Palace.That's the girl going to hell!A girl who knows she is dead but still has no hesitation! !

She rushed to the giant python that was said to be impossible to be killed by mortals!The blade of the great cross sword in his hand is like ice.

——Your Majesty, I will always fight for you! !

The moment the sword tip touched the python's chest, it began to shatter, but the hard blade still pierced into the soft flesh of the python's lower neck.Brunhild gritted his teeth and sent all the remaining swords into the python's neck.

The huge pain pierced by the sword made the giant python struggle non-stop. It kept bumping its upper body against the huge building, and blood flowed from its neck like red tears.

Brunhilde was again knocked onto the huge clock tower, which collapsed under the huge impact.

Blood was spilling from the corners of Brunhilde's mouth, her blond hair was falling, she was tired, bruised and bruised, but there was a smile on her mouth, a smile against the blood.

She chuckled.The sword of the knight named Durandal was stabbed deeper, and the blade of the sword continued to shatter. Durandal's body fell into the air like ashes, and fell on the ground full of broken roots, broken bricks and stones.

——My sword is here to protect you.

13

Lightning flashed through the huge rain curtain, and the little boy pushed hard to open the iron railing at the end of the secret passage, and he pulled Isabel who was wearing a white lace gauze dress.

"Come with me..." he said.

Hundreds of nuns chased after them, like fanatical believers under the seat of the devil, their black and white skirts swept across the damp bluestone steps.

On a stormy night, the princess put on her skirt and fled.

Tonight the tides rise and fall, black and white are reversed, lightning and thunder.

Under the white lace gauze dress, Isabel's calves were as thin and slender as fragile cool jade.

"Come with me," he said.

"The long embankment to the land has been covered by the tide, but I still remember its position," said Brunhilde. Who can catch up with us again."

"We will go far..." he said, "leave everything behind, and we will go to a place where names will be forgotten."

"There are large patches of roses blooming there every evening, and we can walk in the sunshine over and over again along the street."

That was his promise, he would take his princess to a place that can only exist in fairy tales.

"My children, I'm afraid you can't go anywhere except the altar." Mrs. Shimi stepped off the red horse, and her red robe that was as red as fire was wet in the heavy rain, turning dark red, like blood seeping through. .

She walked step by step, the wet robe wrapped around her body like a ripe and coquettish thorn flower.

She pushed Brunhilde away casually, and Brunhilde fell to the ground. The quicksand land behind her entangled Brunhilde tightly like sand, as if it had been given life in the heavy rain. the snake.

Brunhild struggled violently, but the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. It was a thrilling swallow, the whole process was slow and cruel, and quicksand buried Brunhild's chest. Under such burial, Brunhild Hilde seemed to be suffocating.

Just when Brunhilde was about to insert the last piece of Durandal into the python's chest, the python suddenly and quickly twisted its body around Brunhilde. It was as powerful as destruction, and all the air was quickly extrude.

Brunhilde almost suffocated to death under such crushing. She could hear the sound of her bones being crushed, and the giant python kept tightening her body.Slow and cruel, the more you struggle, the more painful you will be.

—I'm sorry, my girl, I can't protect you anymore.

——Your Majesty, next time you must find a sharper sword and a stronger knight.I'm too weak, I failed to fulfill my oath.

The pale, almost sickly boy was still humming the nursery rhyme softly.

—My girl, what do you see?

——My maiden, your wedding dress is woven with blood.

—My maiden, the robin brings a red rose.

The rose on Isabel's chest has lost most of its red color.

Roses wither, knights die.

Mrs. Jami smiled coquettishly, with a sharp dagger in her hand, she was about to kill the sacrificial lamb for her god.

The dagger stabs down fiercely!

However, her movements suddenly stopped in the air, and her face had a ferocious expression like a beast.

All the torrential rain stopped suddenly, the tyrannical tide stood still and did not rise and fall, and the quicksand did not continue to swallow it.

It was as if someone had suddenly stopped the grains of sand falling from the hourglass.

A pale young man in a black robe walked slowly from the subdued wind and rain, the robe on his body was not wet at all.

"Who are you?" Isabel looked warily at the boy who came suddenly.

"I'm your friend," he said.

"Why are you here?"

"let me help you……"

"Help me?" Isabel said, "Will you help me save Druid from the quicksand?"

"No, I can't help you with this." He said, "I have no way to decide the development of the matter. I have no way to let him escape from the quicksand. He can only be buried by the quicksand. Death is inevitable, and I can't change it." The teenager Looking at Brunhilde who was buried in the sand, he said.

The boy's blond hair was covered by mud and sand. He struggled violently but could never escape. Being swallowed by quicksand is inevitable death, and no one can change it.

Everything is so cruel but so beautiful, just like the famous sculpture Laocoon in ancient Greece.The Trojans were drunk in the city, but Laocoon and his son were entangled to death by two big snakes coming across the sea because they told the truth.

Everything is still and frozen like a sculpture.However, such a desperate struggle, such a painful struggle, seems to have an almost destructive beauty.

"Then what can you decide?" Isabel asked the pale and almost sickly boy in front of her coldly. The skin of the boy in the rain was so fragile that it was almost transparent.

"I can keep you where you want to be," he said.

"That corridor could have never ended. If you keep running on that corridor, you will always hold the expectation and joy of seeing your mother soon. If you can keep running on that corridor Your mother will not die."

"But you are not good, you insisted on running to the end of the corridor, so your mother died, so you will be sent away from Corinth forever, you will be abandoned forever."

"How nice it would be to stay in that moment forever..."

"The dusk under the rose window could have been endless. If you stayed under the rose window, you could read your fairy tale forever, and your knight would be by your side."

"But you are not good, you insist on coming down from the rose window, so that evening is over, forever, over like sand that disappears in the wind, and you have to face the next punishment, imprisonment and endless rules and regulations.”

"I can send you to the time you want...anytime." The boy handed a delicate hourglass to Isabel.

"I can send you back to that corridor, so your mother won't die."

"I can also send you back to that evening, so you can read fairy tales with your knight forever in the light from the rose window."

"You know, just take one more step forward, and your knight will die in the quicksand, and you will die soon, so why go forward? Since you already know the ending is so hopeless And pain. You have been misbehaved twice, don't make mistakes again. A misbehaving child will not be liked."

"Take this hourglass, as long as you hold it well, time will never pass," he said, "and you will live the happiest time in the past you like."

Isabel took the hourglass tremblingly. She looked at the silver-like sand in the hourglass, "As long as I hold the hourglass, the best time will never pass away?"

"Yes, my maiden..."

The rose on Isabel's chest faded quickly, and only the stamen remained the last bit of red, which was her apex blood. When she lost the apex blood, she could never wake up again.

Her soul will forever wander in the illusion, never returning to reality.

So the boy didn't lie, he will let her stay in the best place forever.

"My girl, go to sleep and never wake up."

The pale-faced young man hummed softly, the Burning Flame Emblem on the back of his hand was like molten gold.

The author has something to say: the last chapter of the Rose Vow will be updated tomorrow.The girl who killed the dream.