dedicated to violets

The red moon gradually distorted and turned into a gate entwined with thorns.There was a gap in the door, and there were a lot of white bones faintly visible inside the door. Thick mist rushed out of the door, carrying damp and cold moisture.

The violet scepter turned into purple light, went straight to the door leading to the country of fog, and finally stuck firmly in front of the door.

Lightning crackled, instantly covering all the surrounding space.The pope's face changed, and he turned around suddenly, only to see the dazzling electric arc rushing aggressively, surrounding him.

"Brother!" the pope yelled angrily.

The bishop sighed: "An existence like ours should not have stayed in the atrium long ago."

Electric arcs entangled his limbs, and the pope struggled to escape from the shackles.However, it is not ordinary people who trap him, but a bishop whose strength is comparable to his.Even before the bishop was alive, divine power was far deeper than his gaze.

Even if the bishop standing in front of him has only a touch of consciousness, he can be restrained in a short time.

The gate leading to the Nibelungen slowly opened, and the mist gushing out from the gate enveloped the entire temple. Thunder and lightning billowed, constantly chopping down the trees planted beside the temple, and the sky was as bright as day.

Viri opened his eyes wide, feeling that his soul was gradually leaving his body and flying towards the gate covered with thorns and bones.Everything around him was far away from him, thick fog filled the air, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He heard the pope's unwilling roar and the bishop's low-pitched reprimand.

He had seen such a scene before, the sky was covered with thunderclouds, and the white-purple lightning filled the sky and the earth. Viri stared blankly at the approaching gate, and a familiar face suddenly appeared inside the gate.

"Randall?" Viri woke up suddenly. He stopped outside the door, stepping on the thorns and bones everywhere, and said blankly, "Why are you here?"

Randall was still wearing the dark cloak, standing sideways in the mist, with his head slightly lowered, looking lonely.Viri felt something in his heart, and couldn't help stepping through the door that symbolized the junction of life and death, looking for Randall's figure.

All the way forward, he stepped into the boundless fog, surrounded by ghosts and shadows, but he was fearless.Suddenly, he heard Randall's voice and looked around following the voice.

He was in the darkness, all he could see was the rising mist, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard under his feet.This made Viri very embarrassed, and it was not right to leave, or not to go.

In the pitch-black darkness, a flame suddenly lit up.

Randall's figure gradually emerged behind the flames.He held the fire in both hands, and his ordinary face also appeared deep. When he saw Wei Li, he asked in doubt, "Teacher?"

Viri's movements were stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands.He remembered very clearly that Randall's consciousness finally disappeared in the temple made of illusions, without a trace.That being the case, is Randall in front of him the deity?Is it the spirit wandering in the Nibelungen?

He didn't speak, but Randall said: "I didn't expect that we would have the opportunity to meet here.",

"Hmm." Viri said, "Is this the Nibelungen?"

"Yes." The flame held by Randall jumped up, divided into several, and spread out one by one, burning the mist that was about to move.The surroundings were instantly brightened, and the bright fire light shone on the bones under his feet. Wei Li was taken aback, and then he heard Randall say helplessly: "Teacher, why did you rush in so recklessly?"

Viri said confusedly: "I don't know either..." It seemed that just for a moment, something was calling him, which made him unable to restrain himself, and wanted to come here desperately.

"I see." Randall said suddenly.

His calm and determined eyes made Willy puzzled: "What do you understand?"

"I heard you say that someone is calling you." Randall smiled, "I know who is calling you, please follow me."

The flames cut a path in the mist, and the horrific howls of beasts came from a distance, which made people feel uneasy.The flame in the darkness is the only light, and Willie is not sure whether he should trust "Randall" in front of him.

He did come to the Nibelungen, the legendary land of the dead, where it is damp and cold, filled with thick fog, and the sun cannot be seen.

Randall "walked" forward for a while, and found that Willie was not following him, so he called out strangely: "Teacher, why don't you walk with me?"

Willie stared at his feet, silent.

"Right now, I only have a soul, and of course I can't walk like a living person, let alone..." Randall couldn't help laughing, pointing to the ground covered with bones, "these bones are still sleeping with the soul of the master, of course we can't take them away. disturbed."

"I can't believe you," Willie said.

He rushed into the Nibelungen in a bewilderment and only began to worry when he sobered up.

The Nibelungen can only go in, not out, and even an omnipotent god cannot escape from it, let alone a mortal.

Ignace was still waiting for him outside.

"The violet of the scepter is right outside the door." Randall's words rang in his ears at the same time.

Viri raised his head, and Randall continued: "Teacher, do you still remember how you opened this door that time?"

Of course he remembered that in the temple in the valley, facing thousands of undead, he escaped by relying on the statue of the bishop.John, who felt that he had the chance to win, stared at him, manipulating the puppet made of Randall's corpse, waiting to take his life at any time.

At that moment, the consciousness that Randall deliberately left behind appeared in time, taught him the undead spell, and opened the door.

"Do you remember what I said back then?"

Of course I did, and Willy would never forget the scene.

Countless skeletons, dense fog everywhere, a triumphant John, and the endless flashing lights in his hands.

——The undead spell transcends life and death, and can bring the dead back to the world in the country of fog. It comes from the ancient gods, and they are also afraid of the gods.

"Ragnarok is an established destiny. Like a train running on the rails, it leads to death, and if it derails, it will also run to death. Therefore, the gods who created the undead spell cannot save themselves." Randall said lightly .

"But you are different." Landle paused, and said softly, "Teacher, your fate has not yet come to an end, and it will not end here abruptly. You will still have many good things that you have not experienced."

Viri was speechless and could only repeat his name mechanically: "Randall...you..."

"Teacher, you don't have to feel sorry for me," Randall smiled, "I did everything willingly, you see—" He stretched out his hand and pointed to the road opened by the flames. At the end of the road, there were water Fragments formed after a broken mirror.

Familiar faces flashed across the fragments, and finally the pope and bishop confronted each other.

The bishop hugged the pope, thunder and lightning flashed all over his body, and the pope's face was full of resentment and helplessness.

He was dragged into the Nibelungen together by the bishop, the two of them were engulfed by the raging mist, countless bolts of lightning struck the sky, and the thunder was deafening.

Their figures disappeared into the dark door, the scepter buzzed and trembled, and let out a long cry, and the thorns grew wildly, blocking the slowly closing door, leaving only a thin gap.The gorgeous scepter turned into a human figure in the white-purple lightning, silently guarding the gate like an indestructible rock.

"Come with me," Randall urged. "He's still waiting for you outside the door. Do you want him to wait?"

Of course Willi didn't want to, but he had so many things on his mind that he couldn't think of anything for a while.There are too many things to ask, and the words are on the verge of his mouth, but he can't say anything. He hesitates, and finally asks: "Randall, is Abel's soul in the Nibelungen?"

A sly smile appeared on Randall's face: "You will know, but not now. Well, don't waste time, come with me, there are many people who want to meet you."

A lot of people?

Viri froze for a moment, an unbelievable guess broke into his mind.His heart beat faster, he was so nervous that he almost vomited, he lifted his spirits, followed Randall, and stepped into the long road separated by the flames.

Groups of flames danced non-stop, and then rose into the sky. At the end of the road, on the thousands of fragments formed by the shattering of the water mirror, the flames shone brightly.

At first glance, it looked like a bonfire in the dark, but suddenly Willie heard someone singing.

Her singing skills are very poor, her accent is out of character, she is flattering to say that she sings, but she just let go of her voice and screamed.However, the voice contained desolation and pathos, and after listening to it for a while, Viri burst into tears.

The world outside the firelight suddenly lit up, as if there was a beam of moonlight shining on it.

Viri was startled, and found himself sitting cross-legged by the campfire, singing louder and louder.

He stared at the cluster of bonfires, not daring to look up.Many familiar voices sounded around him, they chatted, joked, and told some nasty jokes that only adults could understand, which made everyone laugh out loud, and the atmosphere was very warm.

"Hey, little guy, what are you in a daze for?" Someone patted him on the shoulder.

Viri finally raised his head, and those unfamiliar and familiar faces came into view.

For 30 years, he went to the cemetery outside the capital to pay homage to them every year, presenting flowers and sprinkling wine.Sit on the tombstone where their names are not engraved, and say a few words.He thought that if it took too long, the memory in his mind would be wiped out sooner or later.He thought he had forgotten their faces, but now sitting among them, he realized that they were still so clear.

He could look at their faces and call out their names one by one.

Viri stared at them blankly, without answering, looking a little silly.

The veteran beside him patted him on the shoulder: "You silly boy, are you so surprised to see us? Are you all stupid?"

Viri spread out his hands and looked down. He saw a pair of adult palms, slender and powerful, completely different from the slender ones of his youth.

"You—" Willie said in surprise.

The figures of the soldiers gradually became transparent in the firelight, and they did not stare at them. The flames swaying in the wind brought heat waves, which dried up the remaining tears on his cheeks.

The wind in the wilderness blew over the high walls of the fortress, and it made Viri tremble all over. Even he himself couldn't tell whether it was because of the coldness or the surging emotions.

The veterans shared the precious wine and drank Dadan happily.

The aroma of the wine was somewhat intoxicating, and after a small cup of it, Willie became intoxicated and drunk.

"Willie, how are you doing?"

"I have a good life. I didn't stay in the army, but I was a swordsmanship teacher at Tulip Academy." Willie whispered, holding a pocket wine glass, "And, I finally saw the sea of ​​flowers outside the fortress, and violets The colorful sunset glow is very beautiful, just like what you said."

"That's great, by the way, Viri. You didn't come to the Nibelungen for no reason. This is not a good place. Is there any good news you want to share with us?"

Viri drank the rest of the wine, his head was dizzy, and he said slowly: "We won the war, the Holy See was repelled by us, and disappeared for 20 years. This time I came to the Nibelungen, it is Because the Pope is here too..."

"We... can finally... be completely free..."

He closed his eyes, with the soul of his comrades by his side, he had no scruples.It seems to be back decades ago, in the fortress raging with war, he stood on the city wall, looking at the falling red sun and the magnificent sunset.

When they gathered in front of the bonfire and talked about the world, it was the most cherished moment in Viri's boring years.

In the half-dream and half-awake state, the outrageous singing voice sounded in my ears again. The singing voice was bleak but also contained hope.

With the cool breeze blowing, Willie fell asleep peacefully.

They are in the cold Nibelungen, they are in the towering Fortress of Airlight.They have also been in Viri's heart, singing the song of eternal life.

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