Scene 351 Requiem I

"Dad...Dad...help me..."

The little girl was crying as she climbed up, the snot and tears were mixed together on her small face, and the pure white dress was already black, dyed black and red all over.

The villages outside Bunoanwei City seemed to have been smeared with plasma. The streets, wells, and everywhere in sight were covered with blood. dragged out, brutally killed, and hung on a tree in the village. The little girl's screams called for her father, but her father might have been one of these unfortunates.

But the demons seemed to be playing with the little prey, taking great pleasure in the little girl's dismay. They made her struggle in a pool of blood and mud, but every time she climbed a certain distance, a hellhound came forward and bit her Bai Shengsheng's calf, dragging her back.

The little girl screamed and struggled, and the little devils not far away screamed in unison. This is like a feast for them. They pulled out a dying girl from the pile of corpses, grabbed her long flaxen hair with their claws, and then cut open her chest with a sharp knife, and dissected her in the splash of blood. Out of the heart, and then snatched swallowed whole.

The little girl was completely frightened when she saw this scene. When the hell hound came to her, she seemed to lose interest, bit it down, and then shook the huge head. The little girl's lifeless body was like A broken doll swayed along with its huge mouth.

But at this moment, this hellish creature as tall as a person, with a huge collar like a giant wolf with dark fur, suddenly raised its head, shook its ears, and showed vigilance in its flaming eyes. look. A sharp arrow roared from the distant night sky, splitting the strong wind and rain, and hit its smoky nostrils. The creature that exuded the stench of sulfur suddenly let out a scream, and its whole body rolled backwards.

A female knight rushed out of the rain, the sharp sword in her hand was like a sharp spike emitting cold light, her eyes were filled with hatred, and one hand lifted the hellhound's jaw high, the flames burned from under the hellhound's fur, She burned her fingers, but she gritted her teeth and sent the sword upwards, and the sharp sword sank into the hilt.

"Die, devil, go back to your hell!"

The hell hound let out a whine, and a stream of hot, foul-smelling blood spurted from the wound in its throat, splashing Freya all over her face.

Then more knights rushed out of the rain. Beth held a longbow and shot one arrow at a time, killing the little devil in the distance. These crimson-skinned evil spirits are no more than the strength of the upper reaches of the black iron, and they are not as good as the hellhound killed by Freya.

The knights passed by Freya, calling out the female knight's name. But Freya seemed to have lost all her strength, and heavily dumped the hellhound's corpses on the ground. Then she bent down and carefully picked up the little girl. The little girl was covered in blood from the neck to the chest. She half closed her eyes, spitting out blood foam and pieces of internal organs from her small mouth, trying to make a little noise:

"Sister...it hurts..."

Freya bit her lower lip tightly, tears streaming out uncontrollably. The scene in front of me seemed familiar. It had been staged in Butcher and in many other places in Eruin. She had experienced it and experienced the same pain. The flames of war burn all over the earth, but it will not be the nobles of the kingdom who are suffering in the flames, but his people.

For a year the kingdom seemed to be at peace,

But the same pain happened again and again. This time it was the Cruz people and the nobles in the north that brought such a disaster. Who will it be next time?

Eruin was powerless to change, just as she was powerless to save the little girl in her arms. Freya felt that she could only watch her die helplessly, and the little girl finally lost her warmth in her embrace.

"Brando, what should I do..." Freya put her down gently, and couldn't help muttering to herself.

When she turned her head, Beth had come behind the female knight at some point and patted her on the back lightly. "Freya, this is war, you have to get used to it." She sighed and replied.

"But when will Eruin end the war?"

"Wait until it is stronger, so powerful that no one can manipulate our destiny."

"One day," Beth replied firmly, "His Royal Highness will definitely do it and stop relying on those corrupt nobles in the north."

Really? Freya couldn't help but think of what Brando had told her, but isn't the royal party also a nobleman? Can those nobles really feel such pain? The more she knew, the darker and deeper the history seemed to her, as if a huge mouth was about to swallow her. But she also thought of Butch's firm eyes in the sea of ​​fire. Why is Brando always so confident?

The fog that made everyone feel uneasy didn't seem to exist in front of his eyes. Did he already see the other end of history, the inevitable ending?

The girl was taken aback in a daze.

... Bu Nuoan's position is like a scorched bottom of a pot. On the scorched ground, there are some sticks standing far and near, and some of them still have a few broken flags. Burnt armor fragments were scattered all over the place, and there were mutilated human bodies, hands and feet or other parts everywhere.

The devil's offensive finally came to an end, but it brought an unparalleled shock to people's hearts. The remnants of the defeated generals retreated one after another, and finally built a new line of defense after retreating for two or four miles. The genius of Hong Kong people, Feng? Viscount Daughning looked at the big pits one after another in the distance, hating his teeth. When the big men of the northern coalition army cried and asked to retreat, he really should have killed them all one by one with a sword. , It's just a bunch of cowards.

He was lucky enough to survive the battle in Marl Heights. Although he was captured and captured, he was quickly exchanged back, which made him look very ugly, so he desperately needed a victory to prove himself. The glory of a soldier is to go forward, especially in a war like this. Killing a few more demons is the capital for future promotion.

But the demon's attack is so intimidating, Feng? Viscount Daughnin didn't know if he still had a chance. On the other side of the horizon there was a bright fire burning, as if the heavy rain was grease, making the flames more dazzling. The Bunuoan Acropolis was finished, he didn't care how many people died there and who died, these had nothing to do with him, but at least he understood that this line of defense had become precarious.

He saw a few knights wearing the white lion army uniforms walking past him. Those white lions seemed to be organizing a counterattack. He couldn't help but spit, this kind of battle was unbearable, even the enemy's combat style was not clear, the commanders were really a bunch of idiots.

Feng? Viscount Daughnin couldn't help looking at the sky, his eyes couldn't penetrate the rain, but he could still see the shadow of Eruin's Royal First Fleet hanging in the air. His eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking for a moment.

Earl Yanilasu corrected the time on his pocket watch for the last time. The fleet has completely expanded to the direction where the demon army is stationed in the north. All the gun ports on the side of the ship have been opened, as if countless black eyes have been opened. The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and in the heavy rain there was only darkness that could not be seen.

But there is still a string of afterglow in the sky, mixed with the flickering and mottled light of flames.

This light fell on the count's resolute face, outlining several straight lines. The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at those Cruz people: "There are still fifteen minutes."

Almost all the high-level coalition forces, Cruz and Eruin, are gathered on the deck at this moment. Under the gaze of Priest Wood, Charles placed a crystal ball in the center, and the image of Brando was on the crystal ball.

At the same moment, Brando was also looking at the image of Wood on the crystal ball that Babasa placed on the parchment map.

"Brando, there are still fifteen minutes. The Cruz people and the Eruin people will launch a general attack together, and they will attack the army of demons that are several times larger than them from the Sulfur River. We will attract your attention," said the priest wearing the holy robe Wood looked serious, "But can you really find a way to remove those flame doors?"

"I can't promise." Brando replied seriously: "But you and I both understand what will happen if I don't succeed, so we have to do it."

"It's the same for me and you, Lord Priest." He smiled slightly.

Wood looked deeply at Brando.

If possible, this is one of the faces he doesn't want to see the last time. This time, Ampersel's plan will almost become his nightmare. The situation at the port has completely deteriorated. If the Northern Allied Forces cannot defeat the demons, then the Cruz Empire and the Temple of Fire are likely to pay a heavy price for it together.

Those were the three doors of flames, and no one knew the weight of them better than him. No, there was one who probably knew at least as well as he did. Wood stared at each other, not understanding why this young man knew so much inside information.

As soon as Brando spoke, the northern nobles exploded:

"Is this guy shirking responsibility?"

"Master Officiant, if he can't guarantee it, what's the point of us launching a death-like charge against the devil here, just like a fool."

"Is this Her Royal Highness trying to consume the strength of her allies?"

"Let's stick to it and wait for help, the Temple of Flame will not ignore us."

On the other side of the crystal ball, Princess Griffin also grabbed Brando's sleeve. She looked at him a little angrily, and asked, "Mr. Brando, you said that we will see the opportunity."

"They are demons, Your Highness."

"I know, but you don't need to take unnecessary risks," Her Royal Highness tried to suppress her anger: "Mr. Brando, we can finally defeat them! I don't support your personal heroism, although it is romantic, But it's not the right thing to do!"

Brando sighed, stretched out his hand and gently straightened the messy hair on the forehead of His Royal Highness, his action shocked everyone around him. Even the eldest princess froze, but Brando didn't care. To be honest, he didn't know if he could go back alive during this trip.

As early as the moment he made a decision, he knew what kind of battle he was going to face next.

"Have you ever seen a real army of demons, Your Highness?" he asked softly.

... "Have you ever seen a real army of demons, a bunch of idiots." Wood slowly turned his head, and anyone could hear the anger in the high priest's tone. The nobles in the north were mighty, but they had to bow their heads in front of the Temple of Flame, and everyone was silent for a while.

"Demons are the mortal enemy of order and civilization, Your Royal Highness, they are unruly, although they are not subordinate to the Dusk Dragon, but they were born out of chaos. They were born to tear everything, all beautiful and cherished things Things are their enemies. And their pleasure is based on the pain and despair of mortals."

"The Temple's fight against the heretics is not to subdue opposing voices. Those believers who obey the twilight and chaos, their beliefs are to tear this world apart and make our world cease to exist. However, some of the people here today People, it is a pity that some nobles who should be responsible for guiding the people have foolishly ignored this."

"The demonic scourge of the Farlands. Do you still remember the demons that poured out from the open portals and destroyed everything. An entire kingdom was wiped out, and almost all living things were wiped out. Who will save them? No one. Not even The temple can't do it either. Your Royal Highness, have you seen the scene where demons walk on the earth, and the sulfurous flames burn everything behind them?"

"I have seen it before. I was not a high-ranking priest of the temple at that time. Millions of demons descended on this world, and the temple spent ten years trying to drive them back to the river of sulfur."

"Today, Eruin will face the same fate."

"Back then, on the border of Antubuluo, it was just a crack. Today, there are three complete portals." Wood said quietly, he was not afraid to reveal the secrets of the temple, because if today's If things are not good, his political life will be completely ended and he will become a sinner.

More importantly, the reputation of the Temple of Fire will suffer an unimaginable blow.

the other side. Brando was silent for a while, and decided to tell the truth: "Your Highness, Aruin will be turned into a piece of scorched earth. Although we may be able to rebuild it one day, there is still a chance right now, isn't it?"

There were millions of lives here, and that probably had nothing to do with him. He would not see them burn in flames, see them die in agony, or even hear their dying cries.

Everything seems to have nothing to do with him, and he can still carry out his plan in an orderly manner, rebuilding this ancient kingdom on the wasteland.

At least Valhalla is still there, isn't it?

Maybe yes. But Brando couldn't convince himself that he could ignore it. He could tell himself that he didn't see it all, but he couldn't lie to the truest emotion in his heart.

Everyone is trying to escape all the time, but everyone has a true self in his heart, which tells him what is right and what is wrong.

No one is born a hero, but now at least you can give it a go. As he knows after experiencing everything, there is only one thing in this world that cannot be made up.

That is regret.

Her Royal Highness looked at him blankly.

"Mr. Brando, you..."

"Your Highness, you said you believed me."

"You..." Princess Griffin gritted her teeth and struggled a bit, but finally let go: "Okay, I understand..."

Brando nodded to her, and then he turned his head and looked at the image of Priest Wood on the crystal ball. "It seems that we have reached an agreement. Congratulations, Lord Priest."

Wood nodded, but sighed slightly in his heart. The high priest couldn't help lowering his eyelids slightly: he was indeed acting too aggressively, and perhaps he shouldn't have allowed this to happen in the first place.

"May the Lord Martha in the sky still bless us, and hope that the fate of Eruin's country will not end." He has never hoped that Eruin can continue to exist so much, at least as a Cruz, a grand master of the temple. Priest, today is probably the day when he most deeply hopes that this country will continue to exist.

Brando also smiled: "Yeah, I hope the Temple of Fire didn't violate the will of the former king Gilt too much, otherwise I would be too wronged if I was implicated in bad luck, wouldn't I?"

Wood snorted.

to be continued