Fengliang Xuewei

The war is over.

The era of war that had tormented Kordis for nearly 3000 years came to an end, finally, and most likely forever.

However, the inherent inertia of war is still powerfully dragging everything in the universe, pulling out a bloody scar.The end of an era does not mean that history will not repeat itself, but the lives lost in the flames of war cannot be saved by any technology in the known universe.It may only take a blink of an eye to smash a person with artillery fire, but then some people's hearts will gradually lose their vitality-this will be a long process of one second and ten thousand years, and the time for a heart to die is the inertia of war The time of action.

Therefore, it is an undeniable fact that war is the heaviest thing in the known universe.

Cleaning up the battlefield, counting the final casualty list, and informing relatives and friends, these things took the Kodis government and military [-] days.It took less than four hours for the city residents to get the news and gather spontaneously at the Kedisi Base in the Tengliu Plain.

The heavy snow that has a minimum period of 100 years has become more and more intense these days. The flakes of snow scraped from the gray sky are frighteningly large, spinning and cutting every [naked] [exposed] face, and then surging to cover the ground.Fortunately, the people of Cordis are used to the severe cold, and they are still resistant to freezing in this climate, only the exposed skin is a bit unbearable.Especially the most fragile cheeks are more or less covered with fragments of ice flowers, forcing people to wipe them with their sleeves after walking a few steps, and accidentally rubbing them into their mouths, the taste is still salty.The coldness melted in the mouth, and while the tongue was numb, it also formed a strange contrast, as if there was a mouthful of hot blood in the mouth.

Time was running short, and the military didn't tell their relatives and friends where the dormitories of the soldiers who died in battle were, so they didn't mind it, and most of them just found a slightly flat and open place and stopped.The buildings that used to be military are still in their original places, and the doors are all open, but no one enters.Even the half-grown children who were brought here by the elders became obedient, and stood quietly beside the adults, not knowing whether they were frozen or frightened.It is estimated that he has not yet realized the current situation. There are two dry snots hanging on his small face, but there are no tears or salty ice flowers.

This heavy snow is still a bit of a benefit, the traces of the battlefield have finally been completely covered up, and now everything as far as the eye can see is a vast expanse of whiteness, without any wreckage or blood.If you think back to that time, every layer of fresh snow was stained with blood, and the fallen spaceship was emitting scorched smoke, you should be thankful that at least it is not in that dilapidated state now.

Most of the people knelt down, and those who were standing also lowered their heads, as if the strength in their bodies could not support a standing body at this moment.Some people just stared at the snow without moving, and after a while they became lifelike ice sculptures; The fingers on the outside turned into an inhuman-like purple in a short while; some solemnly took out items that were covered with heat, or broken or delicate relics from their arms, gently placed them on the snow, and stared at them for a long time.

Some of the smarter children who were brought here probably understood what had happened, and a panic and pain that did not match their age appeared in their ignorant expressions.

The wind and snow were so loud that most people couldn't even hear their own voices. The whole scene was like a large pantomime scene.It's a pity that the performance conditions are too poor. The low temperature makes people lose control of their facial muscles, and can't make any flexible expressions. Occasionally twisting the muscles can only squeeze out a few hideous and stiff expressions.

This is a condolence without a protagonist. The remains that can be brought back are less than one percent of the actual number of dead in battle. It took too long and was buried under the heavy snow.Without the ritual of burial, the living can only complete the end of a life by burying their cognition and memories.

When the people of Kodis stood on the snow to mourn the dead, various belated ceremonies of joys and sorrows were also being staged in various places that could not be noticed by ordinary people.

Above the tumbling clouds, the Sky Blade was silently inserted in the sea of ​​clouds, and the gorgeous patterns on the surface were dimmed.All the angels are surrounded by Tianren, their wings are flapping non-stop, and everyone's expression cannot be seen clearly through the helmet.Yan took the lead at the front, hovered there, and slowly closed his eyes.

All the angels lowered their heads together, and at the same moment, the dark surface of the Sky Blade began to emit a hazy light.

Every angel will upload all the memories of his life before he dies, and this tradition has never changed for thousands of years.However, in this war, there were so many sudden deaths that some angels couldn't persist in sending back all their memories.And some angels died in places blocked by Taotie, and even the transmission of memories could not be completed.

The light was extremely weak, but it was beating slightly, as if it was alive.If you look carefully, you can still find that the light is spreading a little bit, quickly covering a large cloud layer in an imperceptible way, and then slowly seeping down.If someone is lucky enough to mourn next to the body of a dead person, he will find that the frozen expression has somehow become more serene. The unwillingness to die and the resentment for the war are suddenly replaced by a ray of golden light from no source. Take away silently.

The angels are not only mourning for their sisters, they also wash away the grievances of every soul in this land.

The wind is getting stronger. Now, even if ordinary people try to open their eyes, it is difficult to see the figure five steps away.Simply, no one would run around at this time, everyone just stiffened silently, not afraid that they would be frozen into ice sculptures.

At this time, another group of people silently joined the crowd of silent mourners, without being noticed by anyone.Without exception, they wore heavy cloaks to cover the cold and hard armor underneath, and the hoods of the cloaks were also tightly covered. Their heads were deliberately lowered, so that they could not see their faces clearly.

A total of seven people, not only appeared at strange times, but also behaved strangely.They don't have well-kept relics like other people, or directly write and draw on the snow to express their grief. They just stand there quietly, without words or actions, but it makes people feel a burst of desolation that cannot be ignored pathos.

Perhaps, it's not that they don't have no mourning objects, but they mourn in silence for all the dead soldiers.

After standing for about 10 minutes, they dispersed as if they had made an appointment, and disappeared into the wind and snow with a few steps. The steps were light or steady or slow, and they walked in different directions.Among them, the eve figure who turned away from the crowd just happened to meet a gust of wind blowing head-on. Although he pulled the cloak in time, a strand of red hair was blown out, and it was wet by the snow and then frozen hard in a short while.

Everyone here is mourning their relatives and friends, or the soldiers who died heroically for Kodis, and everyone has countless people's sorrows and sorrows entrusted to them.And now, she is going to mourn the person whom she is the only one who mourns. Here, she is the only one who cares, the enemy.

About to reach the same place, she stopped, squatted down like countless ordinary people, stroked the snow that was still accumulating with her fingers without hesitation, and started to sketch as if she had practiced thousands of times.God knows that she can't draw at all, and she has never drawn that person, but she has already traced that figure thousands of times in her heart, and she can be so proficient when she puts it into her hands.

One stroke after another was imprinted deeply, fearing that the traces would be immediately covered by the wind and snow, and every turn and stroke was extremely powerful, as if desperately trying to get rid of some invisible entanglements.It's a pity that that thing has already become a brand mark, and if you want to erase it, I'm afraid you have to dig out a large piece of flesh.She paused with her fingers, put them back to her mouth and let out a light breath, so as to make her hands more flexible, so as not to affect the next painting.

A young woman with demon wings takes shape in the snow.

At the moment when it was finally completed, she put down the last stroke with nostalgia, and gently caressed her first and perhaps the last work for her with both hands.The snow in the air was as big as a goose feather and as piercing as salt grains. She soon felt uncomfortable all over her body. She put her hands on the ground unconsciously and whispered three words that only she could hear.

"Mo-gan-na"

My mind seemed to be caught in a snowstorm of memories, and my eyes were blank for a while.

So be it.Maybe, it's time to end.

"Rose...Rose!" Someone called her.The person who came could be heard by her in such a loud wind, which shows that not only the voice was loud, but also the distance should be very close.

Sure enough, within ten seconds after hearing the sound, a person ran over against the wind, his pace was a little anxious, and a large cloud of snow foam was brought up between the ups and downs.She saw the almost eroded "masterpiece" on the snow in front of Qiangwei, and suddenly froze in place.

Qiangwei, whose train of thought was interrupted, raised her head at a loss for a moment, staring blankly at that person, her eyes, even in the snowflakes that were in the way, hit the visitor's heart like a substance.

She quickly reacted: "I've been looking for you around for a long time, only to find out that you were not with those people from Xiongbing Company, but instead hid in this place and secretly painted my portrait...why, you were caught Fascinated by the appearance of my queen and embarrassed to say?"

This thick-skinned person didn't pay attention to the contemptuous gaze of the squatting person, and squatted down next to her, and stretched out his hand. With a few strokes, he outlined a long-haired girl in armor.She looked at it for a while, as if she felt helpless at the inability to paint on the snow, and she was unwilling to let the two people stand there empty on the snow. She had an idea and drew a huge and tacky love heart, encircling two heads with different styles. together.

······The good atmosphere was destroyed by her.

Qiangwei stood up, patted the snowflakes on her body, and walked away without saying a word.

"Hey? Qiangwei, don't you like it? Wait for me..." Liang Bing hurriedly chased after her, with a smile on her lips.

The war is over, and the defeated demons are forced to accept the sanctions of the whole universe, only allowed to obtain suitable survival resources, and forced to pat their butts and get out of the place where they don't belong.The queen simply disbanded the demon army, and happily announced that she would live a sweet home life with her wife, and would never participate in the war for hegemony in the universe.

Therefore, the moment the war ended was also the moment when the identity of "Morgana" was completely abandoned.

I thought why she was hurting the spring and the autumn. The feeling is that I quietly bid farewell to "Morgana" for me here. Liang Bing thought it was very interesting. After chasing after Qiangwei, I couldn't help laughing .

However, Qiangwei, for some reason, was overjoyed, but also felt a bit sad that Liangbing gave up her identity as "Morgana", and it was hard to tell others how she felt, so she came up with such a way to find a time to hold a small meeting. The "ceremony" is an explanation for my inexplicable melancholy heart.I didn't expect to be bumped into by the righteous master directly, and now I have no thoughts.

Liang Bing finally caught Qiangwei, grasped the two cold hands in her cloak, put them to her mouth and let out a sigh, and couldn't help kissing the backs of both hands.

Qiangwei blushed, but her hand was firmly held by the man, and she couldn't break free.

In the distance, most of the mourners stood up, wrapped their clothes tightly, and walked out of the base with mutual support.The relics and the traces just written were left in the snow, and were slowly submerged by the non-stop wind and snow in the Tengliu Plain until they disappeared.

The dead rest in peace, and the living is the greatest, which is the traditional view of Cordis on death.The death brought about by the war cannot be changed, but the life left after the war is not so easily influenced by death.

The golden light sprinkled by the sky blade completely penetrated the clouds at this moment.

The author has something to say: I have had this brain hole for quite a long time. I was trying to figure it out, but it seems to have collapsed in the middle of writing, so let me let myself go...

It has nothing to do with the text, and at the same time, I can tell everyone that the end of the text is definitely HE!