dedicated to violets

Viri's eyes were slack, and countless memories rushed into his mind.

He remembered, more than 30 years ago, who released the forbidden spell Sun God?

More than 30 years ago, in the small town of Fryer, flowers were blooming everywhere, and endless flower fields could be seen everywhere. He and Ignas were walking in the flower field path.

There have been frequent wars recently, and even the peaceful and quiet town of Fryer, which is located on the edge of the empire, has been affected by the flames of war.Viri's parents originally planned to send him and Ignas to study in a nearby town, but they were recalled to the army by an order.

Holding a bouquet of flowers in his arms, Willie sighed, "I'm so worried about Mom and Dad, why is there a war?"

"It's all for desire," Ignas said, "maybe it's for money, power, and other things. People with power want to achieve their goals through war and realize their own selfish desires."

Willie was puzzled: "Are things like money and power important?"

Ignace stroked the top of his hair: "For some people, it's important."

Willie was sullen: "I don't understand." He is 15 years old and has just begun to fall in love, but his heart is still as clean as a piece of white paper, not corroded by desires such as money and power.

Ignace comforted: "Let's go back first, your parents are not at home, you have to take care of yourself, don't let them worry."

This year the flowers were in full bloom, and Willie picked several baskets full of flowers and sent some to every family.The flowers in his arms were gifted by his enthusiastic neighbor aunt. The color matching is very beautiful and the fragrance is tangy.

"By the way, who's that red-haired young man at Aunt Julie's?" Willie said.

Aunt Julie is a warm-hearted and kind person who takes great care of Willy and Ignace. Every time she cooks small snacks, she will give them a portion to satisfy their cravings.When they were sending flowers just now, they saw a handsome young man with red hair in Aunt Julie's yard.

The man looked to be in his twenties, wearing a white robe embroidered with gold trim, he behaved calmly, spoke in a calm manner, and had an extraordinary bearing, which made him look different from ordinary people from a distance.

Viri, who grew up in the countryside, saw elegance for the first time.

Ignas recalled the man's attire: "Probably a priest of the Holy See, his clothes are similar to those worn by the old priest of the church once."

"The priest of the Holy See?" Viri was surprised, "Why did he come to us?"

"He may be the newly appointed priest." Ignas guessed.

This matter did not stay in their minds for too long. After all, the small town of Fryer was remote and closed. Due to the war, the roads were difficult in previous years, and the dignitaries who came here to buy flowers almost disappeared.

This is equivalent to directly losing the news channel. Although the townspeople know that the empire is at war, they don't know who they are fighting with.

It is also because of this that the priest can continue to live in the small town of Fryer leisurely.

A few weeks later, Viri saw the young red-haired priest again.

It was a foggy morning, and Willie got up early to run around the yard. The dewdrops on the petals reflected the warm morning sun.A tall figure appeared on the path beyond the fence. Willie took off his coat and stood in the flowerbed wringing the water off his clothes.

"Mr. Willie, good morning."

Viri looked curiously at the source of the sound. A handsome young man with red hair was standing outside the fence. He was tall and straight, still wearing the elegant white robe of a priest.

It was the first time someone called him Mr. Viri blushed in embarrassment, grabbed his coat and rubbed against the fence, and cleared his throat pretending to be calm: "Your Excellency, good morning."

The red-haired priest smiled and greeted him, "The sun is beautiful this morning."

The priest's tone was natural and friendly, as if treating him as an adult, which made Viri excited and shy, so he couldn't help trying to look like an adult: "Yes, yes.?"

Now the morning fog is very heavy, the flower fields are shrouded in fog, the sun hanging in the sky is warm, hidden behind the clouds, it seems to disappear in a blink of an eye, it is really not beautiful.

The priest whispered softly: "Then Vili reality, if I want to enter the forest, how should I go?"

Viri puffed out his chest in a hurry, and spoke out the route into the forest.

The priest smiled and thanked, then walked away without looking back.Viri was bubbling with joy, and hurried back to the house, wanting to share today's experience with Ignas—the elegant priest in the town called him Mr., and he was considered an adult.

Today's fog is thick and lingering. The sun hides behind the clouds and appears from time to time.

After lunch, the sun suddenly became dazzling.

Willie walked up and down the flowerbed, violin in his arms, talking to Ignace and digesting.Ignas was sitting by the wall, holding a paintbrush, drawing on the snow-white wall. Blossoms of violets flowed from the paintbrush and slowly bloomed.

"You said why the priest hasn't come back yet?" Viri kicked the small stone and said casually, "The forest is not big, there is nothing to see."

"Maybe it came back from another way." Ignas carefully colored the violet and answered Viri's question earnestly.

The sun suddenly brightened, piercing through the thick fog, reflecting the shadows of him and Ignas.Willie exclaimed in surprise: "The sun is out!"

Ignas looked down and found that the reflections of the two of them were not facing the same direction.

His heart was shaken, and he shouted: "That's not the sun!" He rushed over and blocked Viri under him, and Vili passed over Ignas' shoulder blankly, only seeing the sun in the sky above, sending out Dazzling light, he felt an astonishing scorching heat in a trance.

Under the sun, stood a red-haired priest.

He was wearing an exquisite white robe, with a handsome face and an indifferent expression.

He watched helplessly as the sun's rays suddenly enlarged, swallowing the clouds, the flower fields, Ignas who protected him, and all the scenes he saw at that moment.

……

The disappearing memory emerged in an instant, and hatred welled up in his chest. Viri gritted his teeth, his eyes tearing apart with hatred.

A strange fog rose from the corner of the sanctuary, exactly the same as the thick fog that morning a few years ago.

Alfred grabbed Willy's clothes, hid behind him, listened to four directions, looked in all directions, his eyes rolled around, he said: "Very, calm down, hold on for a while, this man is summoning the undead. "

"Undead?" Viri subconsciously repeated, suppressing the monstrous hatred, and looked at the red-haired man again.

The believers lying all over the floor and benches began to twitch, their limbs trembling slightly.They are like puppets on a string, moving little by little from the hands, to the arms, to the torso.After a night, the originally stiff body became flexible again.

Elvis stood there indifferently, with purple flames dancing around him, as if there was no sign of summoning or manipulating the undead.

Wei Li looked as usual, but his heart beat like a drum.

"Principal, what should I do now?" Weili lowered his voice and asked calmly.

Alfred wiped his sweat quietly, "Duo, the replica in your hand can last for a while."

The violet of the scepter contains the blood of the bishop, which contains divine power. It is that drop of blood that makes the scepter uniquely powerful.Previously in the valley temple, relying on violets, he had the ability to open the gate of the Nibelungen and send the undead into the kingdom of the dead.

He was already seriously injured last night, and now he has spent more than half of his newly recovered strength. The weapon in his hand is still a half-baked replica, and there is the principal behind him to protect him.Viri was in a state of confusion, maintaining the previous posture, but didn't know what to do.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the mirror breaking.

The breeze blew from behind, blowing away the mist that filled the sanctuary, and the movements of the believers who were about to be transformed into undead stopped abruptly.

Willie heard Alfred yell urgently, "Very! Jump aside!"

Wei Li didn't suspect him, picked up the principal, jumped up, spun around several times, and stopped more than ten meters away.He held a sword in one hand, squatted on the ground, and carried the principal in one hand, pinching him under his arm.

The sanctuary was suddenly dark, as if something blocked the sunlight from the doors and windows.

The surroundings fell into darkness in an instant, and Viri was extremely vigilant, the hair on his neck stood on end, and the lightning flashed on his sword, but he couldn't illuminate the surroundings.

Willie felt the principal grabbing his sleeve, trying to maintain his balance: "Willie, close your eyes, don't use your eyes, but use your spirit to see. Your five senses are deceived, but the brain cannot be deceived."

The corpses of believers are piled up all around, and if you move a little, you can touch them.Enduring his nausea, Willie kicked the corpse away, made a space, and put the principal down.A faint singing sound came from the darkness, rough and high-pitched, it was a war song he had only heard not long ago.

Viri followed the principal's words, obediently closed his eyes, and explored the darkness with his mental power.

His spirit followed the singing, and in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, a beam of light suddenly appeared.The light swirled like a blooming flower, and he ran towards that flower, the flower became bigger and bigger, and the light became more and more dazzling.

I don't know how long it took, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Viri opened his eyes suddenly, and found that hundreds of undead believers had been fighting with a group of armored warriors.All around my ears were the sound of fighting, carrying the bloody smell of the battlefield.The sharp blades sank into the flesh, and the undead opened their mouths wide, screaming in pain.

Willie couldn't believe his eyes. He raised his sword, stood up slowly, and looked around, trying to find the mastermind behind the scenes, the red-haired bishop Elvis.

clang--

clang--

clang--

At this moment, the bell rang suddenly—it was the big bell on the high tower.

The morale of the warriors in armor was even stronger, and they flocked to cut off the heads of the undead.

The sanctuary quietly changed its appearance, it became a majestic temple, dozens of pillars propped up the stalwart dome, hazy white light and mist floated and sunk in the hall.The temple is big enough to accommodate ten thousand people, and Viri stands in the temple, as small as a grain of sand.

In the center of the temple, there is a lifelike statue.

It was a young woman with a pretty face, dressed in a long white dress, with deep eyes, a girl's body, but a mature soul lived in it.

"Scotti, Goddess of Fate." Viri murmured, "This is..."

"Hall of Heroes." Alfred exclaimed, "I didn't expect Ige's Hall of Heroes to coincide with the church just now."

Willie shook his head: "It's not the Bishop's Hall of Valor."

This is the original Hall of Valor before Ragnarok.

On the dome of the temple, there is still a sun.

He wanted to destroy this extra sun, and he heard the sound of the bugle in battle, echoing in the Hall of Valor.The group of bloody warriors once fought side by side with him.It turns out that in the Nibelungen, the souls of soldiers who are ready to go are going to participate in this battle.

The Violet War has not really ended. As long as the Holy See still exists, the Violet War will continue forever.

The Bishop chose the Heroic Spirits of Greenland in order to allow them to complete the final battle, to bring an end to the Violet War—a tragic struggle that should not have existed.

The bugle sounded one after another, and Alfred breathed a sigh of relief: "We can rest now."

Viri held the long sword silently, took a step forward, and said in a low voice, "Principal, I'm sorry."

Alfred froze for a moment, leaving him with only Willy's determined back.

"Silly boy! What are you doing!?" Alfred jumped three feet high, furious, "You can't fight him head-on."

The lightning and the air collided, cutting out a brilliant streamer, and Viri made a desperate move, rushing towards Elvis who was hidden behind the thick fog and undead.

His running speed has never been so fast, whistling like a shooting star.

It was this person who personally destroyed his hometown, killed his beloved Ignas, separated him from Ignas for decades, and almost cut off his hope of life.

He must take revenge.

Everything slowed down in his field of vision.

The red-haired priest was standing in the thick fog, sensing his approach, and gave him a faint smile.Just like the misty morning 30 years ago, this priest also had this handsome smiling face, and exclaimed in a gentle tone——

The sun is beautiful this morning.

Furious emotions filled his chest, countless purple flames flew towards him, and Willie dodged flexibly. A few seconds later, the distance between him and Elvis was less than one meter.

Elvis raised the corners of his lips and said softly, "Unfortunately, you are still too young."

The sun fell suddenly, and the heat wave could almost burn people.

At this moment, someone hugged him gently from behind, and Elvis' originally indifferent expression suddenly became frightened.

The falling sun lightly fell into the hand of the person behind him, and with just a casual grip of the slender fingers, that round of sun turned into scattered small streams of fire, escaped into the damp mist, and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never been seen before. appeared.

In the next second, the tip of the sword sank into the flesh and stabbed into Elvis' chest smoothly.

Elvis still had a shocked expression on his face. The moment the long sword pierced his heart, crackling thunder and lightning instantly started from the heart and filled his blood vessels.Impatient like a hungry boa constrictor, in the blink of an eye, the thunder and lightning cut off all his vitality, making him unable to recover.

Viri let go of the long sword in his hand in a daze, unable to recover.

just die?

His enemy died just like that?

Like an absurd burlesque, the leading actor collapsed on the stage before the curtain began.

Exhaustion swept over his body belatedly.

After several days of tense heartstrings, walking on the tightrope, tired and exhausted, Qiqi rushed forward the next moment after seeing Elvis dead.

Ignas caught him, smoothed his frowning brows, and said softly, "Veri, have a good sleep."

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