The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

【Prisoner's dream】

... the eyes of the idol are bleeding.

Chu's hands were trembling slightly.

He stared fixedly at the white idol shrouded in darkness, his teeth clenched to make a "creak" sound.

He clenched his fist hard, feeling the soreness of his forearm due to the sudden excessive contraction, which temporarily stabilized the previously trembling arm.

He relaxed his suddenly tense muscles, and his hands dropped to the quilt normally and naturally.

Chu lowered his head and took a slow, deep breath for himself.

Retract and lift, inhale and exhale.

After repeating these four movements several times, Chu finally felt that the beating heart in his chest had calmed down.

The bloody statue... This is simply a ghost story, and it is a particularly novel and eerie ghost story with a sense of horror... Well, ghost stories should have such characteristics, shouldn't they?

Sitting on the bed for the first time, I didn't move for a long time.

The room was very quiet, and he could even clearly hear every long breathing sound of Yuan who was sleeping next to him.

Very good... very good... Now, let's calm down.

Maybe it's just a mistake.I thought about it at first.

With such thoughts and a trace of fear coming from nowhere, Chu slowly raised his head, and his gaze drifted involuntarily to the statue in the divine cage.

At night, the bright moonlight passed through the gap not yet covered by the curtains, and hit the statue's face well and impartially.

The white moonlight illuminates the tear-stained wetness, and the bright red reflection is alluring and dazzling.

Chu's face turned pale at that moment.

The heart that had finally stabilized in the chest was beating wildly again, and Chu could even feel that a large amount of blood was rushing desperately to all parts of the body as the heart was squeezed almost with all its strength.The sudden increase in blood pressure caused his body temperature to rise unconsciously. If anyone came to touch Chu Chu at this time, he would find that this pale man was burning hot all over, like a patient with a persistent high fever.

"No... no... no... no, no, no, what the hell is this damn thing..." Chu opened and closed his upper and lower lips and cursed silently. But he felt as if he was in an ice cave, cold to the bone.

The fear in my heart is like a tide, and the turbulent waves are obviously stronger than the changes in body functions.

Chu's hands began to tremble again.

This time, he didn't need to feel that there was something wrong, and the idol directly showed him what was wrong.

Chu covered his forehead with trembling hands, and began to think wildly with his hot brain.

Why is there such a weird statue in this room?I can't tell which god's weird statue it is at all... There is no feature at all, and I don't know anything about it except that it is a female god... Besides, he and Yuan are not religious, why should there be such a statue in the room statue……

……and many more.

The initial thinking stopped suddenly.

He and Yuan are not religious.

Yes, none of them are Christians.

So, who are they?Or rather, what do they do?

At the beginning, I realized the weirder place.

There is no doubt that he and Yuan are lovers. They live here, live very happily every day, and have always been rich and healthy.

——Then now comes the problem.

What about their friends?

They should... no, they must have friends.

So... why does he only have a vague picture of the so-called "friends" in his mind, but no specific image, and he can't even remember their occupation, name, or even gender?

and also……

What exactly did he and Hara do?It's impossible for their daily routine to only wake up, eat, play, and sleep, right?

what about work?

His subconscious mind at the beginning told him that no one can survive in this world without taking any responsibility.

Right now, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head.

He put down his hand covering his head, endured the pain in his head, raised his head, and looked around again.

The scene that I thought was beautiful and warm before now seemed weird everywhere.

But why, even in such a weird place, he still feels nostalgic, loves, and has a feeling of... "never want to leave"?

Chu shivered fiercely.

Now he can't sleep at all.

Out of some concerns, he quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and after confirming that he did not wake up Yuan who had already fallen asleep, he walked lightly towards the divine cage where the statue was placed.

The closer you are, the clearer you can see, and the moonlight coming in through the gap in the curtain at this moment just shrouds the whole god. Chu Chu walked to the dividing line between moonlight and darkness, and stood at the nearest position to look at the weird god statue .

It was a statue of a goddess, carved with some kind of crystal clear and round white stone. The goddess' costume was gorgeous and exquisite, and her long hair coiled around her torso. The exquisite details were enough to show that the sculptor was an undoubted master of art. The statue is vivid in his hands. If it is not because the facial treatment is really too rough, but there are depressions in the eye sockets, protrusions in the bridge of the nose, and rounded cheeks, without further polishing the details, otherwise the statue would probably look like a real person .

The hands of the statue hang down naturally on both sides of the body, posing an extremely elegant standing posture.

Chu frowned, somehow feeling that this posture was a little bit familiar.

Where might he have seen a god in the same motion before?At first thought.

He didn't continue to spend time studying the shape of the statue, but focused on the two amethyst eyeballs that were almost soaked in bright red liquid.

At first glance, there are no holes in the eye sockets of the statue, and the red liquid seems to have been painted on by someone as a prank.

He stretched out his hand and tapped on the red patch, put it in his mouth and licked his fingertips.

...Sweet, probably ketchup.

At the beginning, I thought that the serious self before was probably sick.

Eighty percent of this disease is nervousness.

... Maybe it was a little prank that Yuan played while he was not paying attention, just waiting to scare him.

Looks like the prank was a success.

Chu turned around with a bit of a breakdown, looking for something to wipe the ketchup off the statue, he refused to wake up from a dream tonight or suffer mental damage when he woke up tomorrow morning.

However, he searched around the entire room, and there were no rags or paper towels.

Holding the last hope, Chu tried to pull the doorknob of the door that Yuan opened before, and found sadly that Yuan probably locked the door after taking the things, and he didn't know where the key was... It should have been put away by the original.

Chu looked back at the girl who was sleeping sprawled on the bed, and decided not to disturb his lover's sleep.

...and what should he do then?

Chu grabbed a handful of disheveled red hair and stood there with a dazed expression on his face.

Then he heard the sound of waves beating against the rocks, probably at the time of low tide or high tide, and the sea, which was always calm at night, also experienced a little twists and turns.

Chu suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Wouldn't it be enough to take the statue out and wash it?

He applauds his wit, and is satisfied that both the cage and the statue are removable... and detachable.

This design is really thoughtful.At first thought.Perhaps the creator also considered the inconvenience of cleaning the statue through the cage?After all, it is impossible to keep the ashes of the gods on places like the altar.

The initial movement was very light, and there was no sound during the whole process of holding the statue.

The statue is relatively small in size and not very heavy, so it can be easily carried with one hand.

Chu took the statue and walked to the door, ready to open the door and go down to wash off the ketchup on it.

He stood in front of the door, reached out and turned the handle.

The door didn't open—he couldn't even turn the handle.

Tried again at the beginning, the door still didn't open.

That weird feeling came out again, Chu once again felt that he was in the ice cave, his whole body was shivering from the cold, and his whole body was horrified.

He let go of the hand holding the doorknob, leaned forward almost instinctively, and stared at the crack of the door.

There was not a gleam of light peeking through the crack of the door.

Like being blocked by something... or sealed.

Chu's shoulders trembled, and he took a step back unconsciously.

He was still holding the small statue in his hand, and at this moment he was pinching it desperately, his whole hand was congested and red, and his veins were bulging.

At this time, a voice came from behind him, and it sounded like he had just woken up from a dream, with a unique psychedelic color:

"Hmm...chu...? What's the matter...why are you standing there?"

He turned around, probably realized that he was not beside him in a dream, the girl on the bed had already got up in a daze, and now she was leaning on the soft pillow, her long purple hair was scattered randomly, covering her entire face blocked.

Chu sighed and walked towards her.

Come on, there's nothing I can do now, everyone has already woken up.

"I was so freaked out by the prank you did on the statue, I was about to go out and clean it up."

He sighed again, and sat down beside Yuan, looking at her extremely messy hairstyle, he couldn't help but stretch out his hands to straighten her long hair.The statue was still in his hand, Chu Chu wondered if he had wiped the sauce from the statue on the bed.

"Hmm...? What... statue? A prank...plot? I don't understand what you mean...?" Yuan Youchu straightened her long hair for her, and answered in a daze, the whole person seemed to be in a state of confusion. status.

"You put ketchup on the statue, almost frightened me—" Chu Chu brushed away the long hair that covered her face, but her hand suddenly stopped.

Yuan raised his head obediently to make his movements easier, but...but...but...

Chu's eyes widened, he bit his lower lip firmly, and tried his best to control his body not to fall backwards.

But... the face under that long hair has no facial features, only depressions and protrusions that resemble the face of a statue!

"What's the matter, Chu?" Yuan didn't seem to realize what was wrong with her. She unconsciously leaned forward and moved towards Chu, as if she wanted to give him a hug or a kiss.

Chu stared fixedly at that blank face, his mind was in a mess.

Hugging might be okay, but that face doesn't even have a mouth, how can I kiss? !

The faceless Yuan was still approaching him, Chu tensed his body and fell back little by little, even his legs moved out involuntarily... He was sitting too close to the edge of the bed, so he made a "plop" Rolled off the bed and continued to roll on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

When he was rolling on the ground, Chu’s eyes were completely dark, and his retina seemed to have disappeared. Not only was his eyes dark, but there was only the sound of wind and wind in his ears... When the blackness in his vision gradually receded and he finally stood up from the ground in a state of embarrassment. When he got up, there was no reason in front of him.

No, it wasn't just gone—the bed, the little room for that night, the rising and falling sea outside...all gone.

He stood on the ruins covered by a strange white fog, with only a vast expanse of white in all directions, and the black, decayed land under his feet.

At first, I thought it was just like a nightmare, it was an illusion that flashed through his mind and withered instantly. At this moment, the real him should still be lying on the bed in the hut, hugging Zhengxiang who was sleeping...but there was still Holding the white statuette, the cold touch told him what was real.

Chu shook his head, tried his best to restrain the fear in his heart, gritted his teeth and decided to explore in this dense fog and no sense of direction at all.

But when he just raised his foot, before he could get down, the scene changed again.

This time he was standing in the bright red pool, the liquid was slowly rising and falling as if alive, passing the white marble steps layer by layer.

Chu moved his fingers, lowered his head, and found that the statue in his hand was gone.

...In its place, there was a pitch-black long sword with a rose-gold pattern on the hilt, a dark red flame on the tsuba, and a pure black blade.

Before he could react to this weird change, the scene in front of him shattered like stained glass, and in an instant, he was thrown into another place.

Now standing on a high platform, the style of this high platform is a bit like an altar. He stepped on a certain step on the high place and looked down.

In front of him were long steps leading to the ground, and the surrounding environment looked like a dilapidated square.

At the beginning, he realized that what he was stepping on seemed to be the next step of the highest step—and, he was wearing a luxurious and slim black dress, and he was still holding the long sword as exquisite as a work of art in his hand.

He was a little at a loss, so he turned around blindly, as if he wanted to climb the high platform completely.

But the moment he turned around, the fear and panic turned into a real big hand grabbing his heart, and he tried his best to crush it...

——Behind him stood a huge cross, on which was bound a scorched black skeleton with iron chains, the skeleton was almost face to face with him, and the stench came over his face, when he was dizzy, he first saw the ferocious skeleton facing him. He opened his mouth and let out a silent laugh.

At that moment, something equivalent to courage filled his chest. He remembered the inexplicable long sword in his hand. Instead of retreating and falling off the high platform, he raised his hand and waved the sword. The movements at that moment were extremely smooth, as if he was a A warrior who has honed himself for many years, he has struggled all his life just to penetrate the chest of the devil with a weapon at this moment.

The black blade pierced through the heart of the scorched corpse with incomparable accuracy, and at the same time, the reaction force also pushed Chu to fall backwards, falling off the high platform——

then.

He fell heavily to the ground, blood bursting all over his body.

At that moment, the whole world fell apart before his eyes.

【Reality】

Chu opened his eyes.

A flood of memories flooded into his brain, and he couldn't speak because of the pain.

He first saw Ray's bruised face dominated by anger, and then saw his own ferocious, scorched claws.

The sledgehammer surrounded by lightning came towards him with the sound of howling wind, and he hurriedly spread his wings and retreated to avoid the attack of this crazy guy.

He floated above the battlefield, cast his eyes on the continuous city wall, and saw a scene he will never forget.

The burning black curtain, the broken white city, the people fleeing in a hurry, the burning people, the golden lightning that tore the sky, the huge trees that connect the sky and the earth are burning in the sea of ​​fire, the white gods and the black devils howling sharply …everything is burning, everything is collapsing fast, seemingly endlessly.

The burning empire is called the Atrium, and the burning tree is called Yggdrasil.

There is a pure white city in the clouds, and the golden red flames licked its walls, leaving some scorched black marks.

On the white city wall that has been licked by golden red flames, red and purple patterns are intertwined, but the curtain is flawless pure white.

The black long sword was firmly nailed to the city wall, leaving dry red marks on it. The girl's face was beautiful, her eyes were closed, and her purple hair fluttered in the wind, as if she was asleep.

The white one is her dress, and the red one is her blood.

The black sword was decorated with rose gold, and the metal at the tsuba was dark red, like a burning flame, spreading downwards, outlining the pitch-black blade, extremely long and luxurious.

That was his sword.

"No...no...no...no no no no no!"

Chu muttered to himself, his sharp claws grabbed the long dark red hair, tearing it and making pained noises.

He was like a wounded beast, roaring loudly.

He escaped from the illusory and beautiful dream, and the price was to kill a person.

—killed the one he had always cherished most.