In that shadowy sanctuary, she had seen three young maids. Wearing long black gauze skirts and carrying water and pasta in their hands, they shuttled back and forth between the front and bottom of the cave. Before returning to the Hall of Eternity, she came to the shelter to seek help and advice from the old man. At this time, the three maids were distributing water, food and medicinal wine to dispel the cold.
They saluted her, which made her feel strange in her heart, because she was still appearing in a human body, and most mortals did not recognize her. She looked at the three maids and suddenly realized where they came from: they were the three girls trapped in the chains and ropes of the robbers. When the robbers disappeared into the shadow of the old man, the three men were also taken away by the old man.
These three girls, she thought they had been sent to a more prosperous town, or to a temple that needed female assistants. That is indeed better than falling into the hands of robbers, but it is also inevitable that you will be tortured by the doomsday. But now these three maids are extremely glorious, with light steps, bright eyes, and small silver scimitars hanging on their waists. The blade was sharp and light enough to cut bones. They used it to cut out the carrion of the injured, and then covered it with medicine and gauze, using their hands and feet neatly and skillfully. They were very different from how they used to be, which made her a little afraid to recognize each other rashly.
She went to the cave to ask the old people, wanting to know what kind of teachings they had received and where they were living now. This matter concerned her so much because she always saw good things turn bad in this world, but rarely saw bad things turn good.
"I own some stars myself." said the old man. "They belong to me in name. They are all in very remote places, so they are isolated from the world. Sometimes I will choose some suitable candidates - those who have suffered, know how to sympathize, or have some thoughts." Those who are ambitious will be sent to live on those stars. They will be cared for and taught there until they are needed. Ah, of course, I will not ask them to conquer the void. The education and training provided by my staff It is usually enough for them to get things done. Like these three young and lovely girls, poverty and violence prevent them from looking deeper, but once their horizons are opened, they are more resilient and humble than others. I Be used to trusting such managers, and prefer to use local people - this is due to considerations of both land rights and obligations. When your earthly world begins to revive, I think it will also need some guides and supervisors. This The three girls were part of my preparation for that time. I have never been a king, my boy, which means I have never created a new kind of rules, but I have some experience in raising Valkyries. Now they take care of The vigor of others made my staff scared, worried that they would even take care of me. I don't think there is anything wrong with this. After all, I cooked the broth very carefully last time, and it deserves some reward. "
She blinked, feeling there was a joking element in the old man's tone. But she couldn't be sure because no one had ever joked with her before. She stood there until the old man stroked her head.
"If you want to fight against something grand," the old man said, "you have to try to find your own fun in it, because both greatness and pain can easily drown an individual. If you don't have a reliable pontoon, the wind and waves will To shoot you down in the middle - but on the other hand, you have to understand that it is just a temporary vehicle. It is to guide you to your destination."
She didn't quite understand the meaning of the second half of the sentence. She asked for advice truthfully, and the old man added: "There are some people who find pontoons in the waves of greatness and pain, and they hide on them to avoid being drowned. But they don't believe that there are people outside this boat. other land, so they will stay on that pontoon forever. When the waves of the world roar in the storm, they will only hide themselves in the boat and pretend to be asleep. Now that they have seen the waves, they cannot Get rid of despair and just hope to die senselessly in the boat. Such people are worthy of sympathy, so you can have more compassion for them, but in the end they are also small and useless, and you cannot expect them to obey a higher authority. It's usually a more moral thing to let them die on their own. And if you're in a necessary situation, it's okay to give them death. That's what they really want."
She thought of the man with the gold ring and understood. But there were more important things to do now, so she stopped asking for other chores. Slambo was already dead, and the diamond filled with light fell off the tip of the gun and was put into her chest by her. She took it out and gave it to the old man, and asked him to go with her to the Hall of Eternity. The old man took the Silmaril but refused her request.
I have many reasons not to engage in this fight. said the old man. The involvement of outsiders should be measured, I have reached such a consensus with a monarch. It's better to see the world's own sprouts sprouting from the ashes than to be completely transplanted from the outside. But overall, he believed she would win. Because the victory of the new over the old is always a trend, and the renewal of death and rebirth is another trend - and he will also give her a gift.
The old man raised the diamond in his hand and looked at it calmly. The shadow under the bonfire twisted like a snake and suddenly slapped his wrist. Blood flowed from it.
It was a luminous blood unlike anything she had ever seen, bright as fire-lit gold. It flows out from the old man's ordinary-looking body and falls on the dazzling surface of the diamond. When two kinds of light meet, what emerges is infinite darkness.
Go ahead. said the old man.
So she started running. Starting from under the dead willow struck by thunder, riding on the wind and mist, without looking back, we pursue the destiny of the tribe and the hero. Spring arrived wherever she left, but wherever she went, people felt the torment and pain of fate. She is the embodiment of wind, sweeping through heavy rain and thunder, and the wind does not need a boat to avoid the waves. She just accidentally hovered over the heads of the people in the boat, and then violently rushed into the sky again.
In the sky stands a majestic king. His breath became a tsunami, and his roar turned into thunder. The statues and pillars were like paper models, shattering into pieces in the wind. The white seagulls flew away in panic and embarrassment. The collapse of the pillars caused a chain reaction. The entire underground kingdom collapsed layer by layer. The golden bell fell from the high horizontal frame and burst into deafening funeral songs. When all the idols were destroyed by the king's furious blows, the Hall of Eternity became as dark as night.
——Your father's wish once summoned the Eternal King. said the old man.
Founding King, Father of the Gods. Spread infinite light and heat onto the ashes, and thus the world came into being. He can create, he can destroy, and he can easily tear apart a gust of wind. But now his light and heat are no longer on him, but have become the shadow of a spear tip.
The witch hides and flies in the wind. She saw the King's fiery lightsaber raining down, dispersing the veil of fog and melting even the wind. But she has become something more different now. Thin shadows shuttled through the gaps in the light, like black swallows gliding in the rain. The spear was her sharp claw, making cracks in the clothing and skin of the giant beast in the water. The glowing blood flowing out of the crack was very similar to that of the old man.
The light rain knocked down her feathers, and she moved far away, hiding herself from the earthquake caused by the king. The king does not have as many arms as Slambo, but his power is everywhere. His gaze can melt all things wherever he goes, and his voice can make all living beings surrender. If he holds the light of creation that he has contributed to and opens his arms to the sky, the same light and heat can be shed on the entire world. When the rainstorm is over, there will be no more sorrow in the world, and the king and his youngest daughter will rule in silence forever.
But that night Bam came running into the hall. The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the underground kingdom outside the Hall of Eternity and the abyss leading to the underground kingdom all collapsed, burying everything that belonged to the gods in the past. The crystal sword and shield zenith, gem trees, golden bells and gold carvings that the king once owned, as well as the palace above the hundreds of caves and wind caves she owned, the earth dragons, insects, giant spiders, and dragon-hunting lizards in the caves, these All was lost. The nightmarish shadow of Ye'e tore the king's chest, and the owner of infinite light and heat also shattered the wings of the black swallow.
The world-destroying rage finally subsided. In the dark and empty ruins, all sounds suddenly disappeared, and the two great beings invariably remained silent, waiting for the final outcome. Their respective final blows.
The top of the ruins pressed down. At that moment the king gave his last roar. He called his daughter's name, or the name of the priestess many years ago. They were made using the different destinies of the same soul. His glowing maw opened towards Bam, seeking to engulf the shadows in light and heat forever. At the same time, the storm was heading towards his head, trying to take his thoughts into the realm of shadow forever. She saw the king's unrecognizable face magnified before her eyes, taking up all she could see. She tried to rise with all her strength, but the light and heat had a suction force that wanted to drag her into the king's belly.
Then she heard a sound slapping the air.
The flying dragon's flight is agile and quiet. Every intact flying dragon in this world can easily hunt a sparrowhawk if it really has the intention. But there is a flying dragon that is not intact. But when its incomplete wings flapped, it emitted a wild and furious sound of wind.
In the ruins of the Eternal Hall, the torn Stoneburn pounced on the king from behind. The bloody poisonous smoke he exhaled from his mouth was almost useless, but his body pushed her upwards and drove himself into the king's mouth.
Since then, on the iron ship roaming the void, she occasionally dreamed of that moment. Stoneburn disappeared into the glowing maw, and she never heard his voice in the shadow realm. Maybe because the king ate him, maybe because he never had more lost dreams. She decided that she would never hear his voice again. However, many years later, when she repeated her fate on a cursed river, the world suddenly became quiet, and she and the king prepared for the final blow.
She was exhausted. This pair of shadows is incredible, but a curse about sin clings to her, causing her pain all the time. When she repeats her greatest sin, the curse comes back to hurt her doubly. But now she is no longer what she used to be. She is the incarnation of the immortal willow tree. She must complete the final blow with the curse before she can reach the top of the conch.
The king opened his huge mouth with infinite light and heat. This time his hand was intact and he waved it towards her. She rode the storm into the sky, pointing the tip of her spear at the spot where she had hit it once before.
Then she heard Stoneborne's fluttering of wings again.
Many years later, standing in the iron ship, she would think back on what Stoneburn had done. Perhaps it was difficult for the king to answer how the violent flying dragon escaped from the cave before it collapsed, dug through the mud and rocks blocking the road, and found the ruins of the Hall of Eternity in a kingdom as complicated as a maze. She didn't know what the dragon was thinking at that time. This question, as well as Stoneburn's stubborn temperament in the past, were all described to the old man by her, and the old man just smiled thoughtfully.
An outlier. The old man said that among a large group of similar beings, there will occasionally be one who follows different rules from its own kind. It can be said to be a set of moral principles that only apply to its individual. Since it cares about you more than the king, I think it is not out of pure life instinct - earthly life should stand on the side of the Creator anyway. And if we admit this, there is a possible explanation for why he did not eat your flesh and blood in the past: he thought it was immoral, although he may be the only one in the world who thinks so.
That was beyond her knowledge. How did Feilong come up with his own theory out of thin air? It will never be anything more than what the king gives. But the old man said that it was impossible, because a meaningless life would indeed have all kinds of unpredictable accidents before it disappears.
Chance strikes again.
Stoneburn came flying manically from behind again. But this time he didn't breathe poisonous smoke, but brushed past her gently. An angry roar came from his mouth, and it fell on the king's head.
No poisonous smoke or blood. A faint blue flame erupted from the king's forehead, as small as a flying spark, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a prairie fire. Its all-burning momentum spread from the king's head, even taking away the light and heat in the king's belly. The strange cursed fire made the king silent for an instant, as if frozen by ice. She landed on his forehead, inserted the spear of shadow into the blue fire and extended it, first through the skull, and then swallowed the head whole.
The headless giant corpse fell. However, the witch was exhausted and fell like willow leaves in the wind. The fog on the river covered them all and continued to flow forward.
The world was silent until the collar of the king's corpse trembled slightly.
"Stonbourne" climbed hard around there. He fell into the king's shoulder, as if he had fallen into a canyon. Fortunately, the body of the deceased was soft, and he is now very durable. He stabbed the dead white flesh with his dagger, scratched it with his feet, and managed to crawl to the king's chest.
He sat there and lost a shoe. His left hand was rubbing his aching foot awkwardly, while his right hand put the dagger back into his belt. After a long time, his eyes were still dull, and he looked around expressionlessly at the billowing river mist below.
"...Okay." He said, "I didn't expect that."
He lay upon the giant's body like a fly upon the remains of a dead elephant. Tens of thousands of thoughts were running through his head, making him furious and exhausted at the moment. Finally he jumped up and roared at the world like an insignificant person.
"Jing Huang, you idiot!" he shouted hysterically.
