Invade the white dove

Chapter 144 God of Love 9

At the same time that his soul was tingling, countless strange pictures flashed in front of Julis' eyes, not only Sotiria, but also a soft young man with blond hair and blue eyes, and a demon with red eyes.

The picture was flipped forward like a scroll, and he saw a magnificent castle with white walls and a golden roof. On the northwest side of the square main hall, a huge tower stood on the edge of the cliff protruding like a bird's beak.

That is……

Although he had a splitting headache, the strange familiarity forced him to keep looking at the tall tower with closed doors and windows, the faint sigh coming from inside the white castle, and the strange whimper produced by the friction of the wind passing over the sharp-mouthed cliff. The voice, so real, so real that it just filled the vague gaps in his memory.

he saw...

He saw that the ignited fire merged with the glow of the sky, burning the city full of flowers and fine wine to ashes, and the heads that were too late to close their eyes hoped desperately for God's mercy;

He saw the domed temple built of ice and snow, the hunched young man weeping and kissing the crystal ice steps, kneeling in front of the man in coarse linen, like an unforgivable prisoner luxuriously longing for the impossible redemption;

He saw in the merchant ship that was almost broken by the waves, an almost transparent wandering soul hugged the shivering young man, sucked out the blue liquid from the scratched wrist with his lips, and then gave the sweet mouthful to the young man;

Then he saw the same back, the eyes filled with tears when he was closely united with the young man covered in welts under the collapsed statue;

He also saw the blond king falling from the high platform like a butterfly, and was swallowed by the tide of corpses on the ground in the blink of an eye, and also saw a coronation that could be called a farce in front of the undead and robbers.

Turning to the end of the screen, it finally freezes in a cell swallowed by darkness.But in this dark cage, he saw his own face.

That face was engraved with pain and despair, and the bloodshot eyes were wide open, like a ghost crawling up from hell.

——"Let me forget all this", the evil spirit demanded.

— "Let me all be yours," the evil spirit coaxed his lover softly.

——"Let me love you with all my heart and soul", the evil spirit made a ridiculous oath.

What's even more absurd is that the person standing opposite him chose to believe it.He chose to bear all the pain unilaterally, bear all the doubts that may come, and erase everything they had, just to weave a fairy tale for his little prince without pain.

22 years of memory fragments flashed in front of his eyes, and the familiar past turned into the strangest picture at this moment. He was like a ghost floating in mid-air, watching the red-haired demon insatiably tormenting the man who never lived. The one who didn't stop loving him.

"Ah."

Julis clenched his fists tightly, and let out a sneer from his throat, his eyes rolled slightly, little by little, from bottom to middle slowly.

He blinked his sour eyes very hard until the figure of Sotiria appeared in his blurred vision.

Sotiria pursed her lips, as if she wanted to speak, but when she met his eyes, she finally didn't speak.

In the deadly silence, Possel had a serious face, and subconsciously took a step back.

She used to think that the chaos of human memory was caused by Apophis, as long as Julis was reminded of everything, this farce of love between man and god would end, but when she stretched out the tentacles of magic to Julis' heart , when the magic net that was tightly sealed on the human soul was cut open, a terrifying power that was definitely not Apophis spewed out...

She knew she had poked a hornet's nest.

But before Bossel had time to escape, her neck was already clamped by a pair of iron-like hands. Apophis' ashen face came into sight, and a chill crept into her brain from the soles of her feet. The angry and red eyes are actually more frightening than death itself!

It was just a moment of suffocation, but it seemed as long as hundreds of millions of years. Bossier even thought of her youthful days with Apophis. The God of Destruction had a long sword that could open up the world, and she brandished the Sea God Spear, The high-spirited spirit of trampling down all the protoss who opposed him.

Bossel closed his eyes.

She should have thought earlier that Apophis, who possesses the power of destruction, no matter how gentle and patient he is with his son of destiny, his origin is always destruction...

destroy--

The revolving lantern of memory rotates colorful images in the brain, and the childhood that has been forgotten for thousands of years is picked up at this time, like a young child who is chasing the sea digging out a fresh shell in the sand, holding it like a baby palm.

The young child can see the whole sea in the shell, and Purcell sees her and Apophis' infancy.

At that time, magic was the main theme of this world, so the protoss could be seen everywhere like wheat grains in the autumn harvest.The World Tree was in its prime at that time, and its fluffy, bread-like canopy was big enough to cover the sky and the sun, and those soft vines that fell to the ground happened to be when the young protoss were concentrating on the teachings of the World Tree. The most up for grabs toy.

For the young protoss at that time, rope swinging and chasing and fighting were the few happy times for them, but even in such rare moments of relaxation, Apophis would always deliberately isolate himself from the excitement.

As the elder sister, Purcell is obliged to drag the self-isolated younger brother out of his small world-although the wayward Apophis disagrees with this, arguing that Mother Nature conceived them at the same time.But it was her, Poser, who was picked up by the World Tree first. This is a fact that no one can deny!

"Hey Apophis, let's play together. Our infancy is only a few hundred years old. After we are young, we will turn into poker faces like other protoss. How can we waste a minute and a second?" Bossier swung. Swinging on the swing made of the rattan of the world tree, he flickered on Apophis' head, stepping on the top of his "brother" with his toes from time to time, trying to stomp the idiot who had turned into a poker face into a rage.

This is a game she never tires of, but Apophis is always like a wooden man, never giving her any response.

"I say! What strange things are you thinking again?"

"Boser, the World Tree said that the original power of the Protoss should be impartial, otherwise it would be a fallacy." Sotiria raised his face and looked at Poser's mermaid-like skirt, "But the World Tree is still It has been said that Mother Nature never goes wrong."

"Well... the story told by the World Tree is indeed like this."

"But everyone knows that my original power has deviated. Even the World Tree said that I was an 'unexpected mistake'." Sotiria blinked, different from now, at that time he Although the eyes are also clear and blue, they don't have any focus, "But the mother of nature who never makes mistakes, why did she give birth to a fallacy?"

With the sound of falling leaves, Poser jumped off the vine and punched Sotiria on the head: "Then let's go and correct it. You see, when we were first born, other protoss You also assert that we won’t survive babyhood, isn’t it fine now?”

Apophis—destruction, Purcell—resurrection, the protoss with twins in one body, this is the only case in the hundreds of millions of years of historical evolution.Their birth has brought a lot of confusion to the Protoss, but in the concept of the Protoss, the concept of "exclusion" does not exist inherently, at best they just pay more attention to them.As the two grew up without any surprises, the Protoss gradually forgot about this little episode that had never happened before.

"No." Sotiria shook his head slowly, "If Mother Nature really can't make mistakes, then my birth shouldn't be a coincidence, Possel, I have negative magic that the protoss shouldn't have, and you Possesses an accompanying 'prophetic' ability. We are meant to be different."

Purcell forgot her answer back then, but she clearly remembered what Apophis had mentioned, the extinction of monitor lizards.

That was the first mass genocide she had witnessed since she was born.A crimson sphere about the size of the entire continent pressed down from the sky to the ground at a speed that would destroy the world.It blocked the moon, making the day look like a black day, the clouds were burned to fly ash in the red flames, and even the air was rubbed so that it screamed and fled. The smell inhaled into the nostrils was bitter, choking, coughing The blood that came out was covered with charred paste, and the sphere was approaching at an incredible speed, until the entire sky was covered with bumps and red faces, and she could even see her frightened expression clearly!

In that disaster, she witnessed too many creatures being crushed into fly ash because it was too late to escape, and she also watched the protoss she was familiar with sacrificed to ensure the survival of the World Tree until she was pushed by Apophis She was able to look at the outside world through the water mirror when the Lord of All Gods condensed her life into a protective shield——

That was the real doomsday. Black and red formed this new world. Even if all the sea water poured into the sky, it still couldn't extinguish the almost gorgeous crimson red.The sky and the ground seemed to be burning until the natives of this world stopped making any sounds.

She still remembers that today's Till Ice Field and the former Ryder Volcanic Island erupted due to the impact of fireballs. When the black and red magma pulled the entire plain into the sea of ​​fire, the bird was trapped because it couldn't swim. On the isolated island, the long-necked lizard screamed in the thick smoke that covered the sky and the sun. (*)

"This is what we should change." Sotiria said softly, having completely lost her childish look.

"What?" Bossel asked with red eyes.

"Destroy the old order." Sotiria looked at the silent protoss who seemed to be accustomed to extinction.

destroy.

In the long years after that, Poser and Sotiria defeated all the same people who dared to provoke them, and when Sotiria finally stood at the pinnacle of the Protoss, looking back, those who used to call them companions The protoss are all lost in the rift of time.

"Apophis, you see, many years later, there will be a race similar to us. And in this race, your child of destiny will be born."

After pulling out Sotiria under the shadow of the World Tree, Bossier handed over the crystal ball in his hand to this "brother" who had always been depressed.

That is the wonderful process of life from scratch. A tiny, invisible embryo was born on the delivery bed, and finally ended on the hospital bed. Sotiria, who has become the "lord of all gods", held it in both hands. This prophecy, which carries the miracle of all human life, suddenly burst into tears.

"Bossel, perhaps this is the meaning of our existence."

Sotiria's silver eyelashes were still wet, but he bent his eyes, looked at her frankly and smiled.At that moment, Possel only remembered that he was stunned.Onyx, stars, even the most light and peaceful dreams in the sea, are not as bright and passionate as his eyes.

If it is destroyed like this——

Bossel smiled frankly, maybe she can also find her own meaning.No longer as a tool of Mother Nature, but as its own meaning.

However, Bossel waited for a long time until he felt fresh air pouring into his lungs again, and the destructive anger never spread to her body.She glanced at Apophis in amazement, and the sudden sobriety caused the pores of her whole body to stand up in an instant——Apophis's remaining power could no longer suppress her!

At this moment, a hoarse voice broke into Possel's eardrums.

—— "Sotiria, stop."

The grip on Possel's throat suddenly loosened.

A scarlet figure broke into Possel's eyes.

"Ulysses..." Sotiria dropped his hands helplessly.

Yulis stood where he was, shaking his head slowly: "Sotiria, Lord Poseidon just helped me face up to my mistake."

There was no imagined pain, no collapse, no crying, Julius just stood quietly in the middle of Sotiria.

Like a pool of stagnant water.

"Sotiria, how can you hide from me?" Ulis asked calmly.

Or like a sea that embraces hundreds of rivers.

"I don't want to lie to you..."

"How can you endure my excessive cruelty and let me ask for your indulgence without satisfaction."

Julis stretched out his hand, and the Sea God Temple instantly fell into the boundless darkness. Posell, who broke free from the shackles, stood where he was, watching them silently.

In this airtight black cage, Julius put his hands on both sides of Sotiria's cheeks, and offered a pious kiss on his lips like a lost believer.

"I used to think love was an unforgivable sin."

"Forget everything, I think love is to satisfy the lover's desire."

Julius raised his head slightly, touching Sotiria's forehead.

"Sotiria, I didn't know until now that the meaning of this word has always been—you."

The torture of broken bones time and time again can make the once fragile wings of the white dove become firmer, and the small human beings who have experienced the destruction of the country, the use of their relatives, and the collapse of their beliefs, although they were once confused and collapsed and wanted to escape, finally used those pair of scarred wings. hands, firmly grasping the rope of faith in love.

"I just need to know one answer now. Is the fall that Lord Seagod said true?"

Sotiria nodded slowly: "But..."

However, beyond everyone's expectations, Julius continued: "I will not stop you. Sotiria, I can say with pride that I am no less important to you than you are to me." My heart is the same, I can't imagine the future without you, so I can't ask you to bear the future without me alone. But there is one thing you need to promise me."

Yulis's ending was a little trembling, trying to restrain himself from choking, he lowered his eyes, deliberately avoiding meeting Sotiria's sight, "If we can really be together until the day I die of old age, I won't I hope to inherit your power. You once said that magic will make me forget you, but I will not forget love. Even if the world will forget you because of your fall, my soul will not."

He heard Sotiria's heavy breathing, and then there was a soft touch on his forehead: "Ulysses, I promise you."

There was a light "ding" in the sea, and it was the rings of the two people colliding between their intertwined fingers. Julius grabbed Sotiria with his backhand, and separated the five fingers, making the lovers feel cold due to tension. Fingertips clasped tightly.

Don't let go.

"Miar Soteria." Julius murmured in a low voice, "Jerveirsoteria."

Until now, he finally understood the true meaning of the ancient saying that Sotiria spoke on that crazy night in Stanislav when the demon branch hall was burned down.

The ancient sayings that have been practiced hard for many years and still can't get the point are naturally rolled out of his chest at this moment, even smoother than yesterday's confession, like a cry bursting out from the depths of the soul, with the release of love, Turned into the most unthinking declaration: "Jerveir Eros."

Julius's voice was not loud, but because of the infiltration of magic power, it turned into circles of invisible sound waves, which swayed faintly on the bottom of the sea. At this moment, it quietly stopped.

Jer - you.

Veir - mine.

Eros——

"Ulysses..."

The lover in front of him has gone through years of precipitation, and his obsidian-like pupils shone with mature firmness, but Sotiria seemed to have suddenly turned back into a clumsy young man, only knowing to repeat the words of Injuris foolishly. An ancient language born with meaning.The language of humans and the language of the Protoss have become redundant. At this moment, he just wants to press this soul that completely embraces him on the bed.

but.

When Soteria wanted to chase and kiss him, Yulis covered the other's mouth: "Soteria, I also want to continue what we did under the World Tree with you, I want you Kiss my lips and dry my tears. But before that, we have a looming enemy to destroy."

There was a wet touch in his palm, he twisted Sotiria's waist angrily, and said seriously: "The black magic has been raging since four years ago, and it was also four years ago that the crusade against Kyle ended, and the Aushenism Obtain the highest status in the black pool continent."

"You have taught me a lot of magic in the past few years, so I am more and more sure that the undead I saw on the day Stanley fell was by no means imaginary. Light magic can only destroy undead, and the only one who can use undead is skilled A fallen soul who uses black magic."

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Poser: I should be at the bottom of the sea, not in the sea... No, the whole sea is mine, right?

(*) Inspired by the cry of Diplodocus in the Jurassic Park movie

PS The author is geographically blind, you know better than me about mass extinction