Ember’s Gun

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This will be a scene that will make Cognel remember his whole life. Ivar is like the monster inside the nightmare. He crawls out of the darkness inside little by little, dragging the blood, and shattering the limits between dimensions, just like that. He personally descended in front of Cognel.

He had never imagined that this guy in a wheelchair was so terrifying, Ivar has been hiding himself, and years of accumulation are for today.

The heroic death.

Stand and die like a Viking warrior.

Pain and death can no longer threaten him, because that was what he wanted.

Nothing can stop him at this moment. Even the guards carrying secret blood are not his opponents. To be precise, Cognel shouldn’t have pinned his hopes on them.

After all, the guards of the choir have implanted secret blood that tends to be stable. Its power is not as strong as that of the Demon Hunter, but it is at least stable enough that even a weak mortal heart can easily control it.

Whatever you ask for, you have to give something.

Therefore, such a mediocre secret blood can only bring a little power beyond ordinary people. Its power lies in the creation of countless warriors who surpass ordinary people.

This kind of guy at first is not the opponent of Ivar. They have secret blood, but they don’t have the heart to control it, the heart of a lion, and the heart of not fearing death.

“You madman! Do you know what you are doing? How many people will die because of it!”

Speaking of this, Cognel himself found it ridiculous. He was also one of the promoters of the war, but when it did come, unlike the crazy Curry, he had only panic and fear.

The so-called honor and merit are nothing more than vocabulary to decorate the war, distorting the cruel and bloody truth into things that people can accept.

He feels sick and disgusted with his naive thoughts.

But this also proves that Cosnel is an ordinary person, not a monster like Currie, Ivar, or Lawrence. They are all monsters, driven by the will of steel, not for the lofty goal. Fold means.

“Such words are too naive, Cornel Garrel, you are going to be a king, how can you say such words?”

There was a calm voice under the dark face, and Ivar was not laughing at Cosnel, but simply stating the facts.

“Damn…How come there are people like you in the world?”

Cornell retreated in a panic, his only reason grasped the handle of the gun, and he didn’t shoot randomly. The remaining bullets were his only hope. Once he was empty, he didn’t think he could defeat Ivar.

The guy in front of me is not an ordinary person at all, his broken body within the body has a crazy lion heart, he within the body retains Rodbrook’s blood, and the ghost of the ancestor’s frenzied war is leaning over him at this moment. Take him to the sacred Heroic Spirit Hall.

The hot foul air was swallowed, and Ivar moved forward slowly, dragging his blood-stained knees, moving like crawling, but such ridiculous movements brought unstoppable oppression, as if blocking steel The barrier is advancing little by little, and it will run over everything that hinders it.

“You crazy guys, it’s so damning, why!”

Cosnel doesn’t understand, he doesn’t even think about Viking’s beliefs.

“Why! People like you, who have killed countless lunatics, shouldn’t you fall into the hell of Divine Punishment after you die? Why do people like you greet you, such a wonderful Heroic Spirit Hall?”

The fear he had never had before, this powerless despair, even tears gushing from his eyes, mixing with blood.

Although I was isolated from my faith since I was a child, as a Galunalo person, I still know how much I believe in Cognell.

Good people will rise to heaven, sinners will go to hell.

He always hears pastors mentioning such words, but in fact it is not like that at all. The world is real and cruel, far from being as beautiful as described in the doctrine, but at least such words can comfort people.

The beliefs of these Vikings are completely different. They regard killing as good and death in battle as honor.

In the past, Cognel just smiled at these things, but now facing Ivar, he really feels the deformity and madness of this belief.

“Why are murderers ushering in something beautiful!”

Cosnel roared incomprehensibly.

Like Ivar, his hands were also stained with blood. Sometimes Cognel thought that he would go to hell when he died, and he would also suffer from insomnia during the night.

But why does Yvar, who is also stained with blood, feel that he can usher in beauty?

Why?

“Do you think…Heroic Spirit Hall is really beautiful?”

The voice sounded, and Ival was very close to Cognel, so close that he could reach Cognel’s feet by straightening his hands hard, but he stopped, as if resting, his hands clumsy. Scratching, smearing blood stains on the ground.

“I will meet my ancestors in the Heroic Spirit Hall, telling them my achievements and sharing the glory.”

Ival squeezed the steel tightly again and propped himself up, his broken knees struggled hard, the blood-stained ground was a bit slippery, and he fell before standing up.

“Odin God will treat me with the most delicious food and drink strong wine with me.”

Ival’s voice blurred, he fell, but he couldn’t stand up again.

Listening to his dreamy voice, Cornel reacted with hindsight.

The monster in front of him fell into a pool of blood like a wild dog. His body was full of wounds from the fight with the guards. Each of them went deep into the flesh and blood, and even raised broken bones could be seen. This inhuman angle is distorted, and all actions since the beginning are controlled by a tenacious will.

Ival is not a monster, he is a human, an ordinary person.

At this moment, he is already exhausted, the hot blood is cooling down a little bit, and the beating heart is gradually tired, his eyelids are very heavy, almost completely closed, longing for a peaceful sleep.

He is going to die.

But I can’t die yet. Ivar has done something wrong and he has to bear the price. He is willing to be the sacrifice of this war and is willing to pay his life for the short-lived beauty.

One yard goes to one yard, he understood very well.

Conel got up in embarrassment, his chest undulated violently, raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed at Ivar. He could see that his body was still undulating slightly, he was not dead.

“Do you think that is beautiful?”

Ival asked again, but this time Cornel didn’t answer him, but pulled the trigger.

Amid the roar of gunfire, the burst of fire ignited the darkness again, and for a short while, Cornel saw a somewhat sad face.

Then he was thrown down, and steel pierced his wrist.

The whole person fell into the blood inside, and the senses became very keen for some reason. Cosnel could clearly hear the sound of blood running away from within the body, his heart beating in panic, death stroking him little by little His cheeks will take him to the world after death.

There was no screaming anymore, and under the great fear, Cornel even had difficulty thinking.

Ival’s battle is not over yet. He fell into a pool of blood instead of choosing death, but accumulating strength and opportunity. His broken body stepped on Cognel’s body and staggered to his feet. It is so tall, like mountains.

“After death, the heroic spirits will fight in the hall, and then resurrect on the 2nd day, and fight again…and fight forever…”

Ival’s voice is calm.

“Do you think this is beautiful? Cornel Garrel.”

Ival slowly pulled the steel out of his wrist, raised high, and asked him a question.

The sound hit Cognel’s heart like a heavy hammer.

Is this really good?

Fight forever, never sleep.

Wake up is to die, and die is to fight and die again after waking up.

This is a cycle that can never be freed, just like human history.

War, peace, until everyone accumulates strength again and devote themselves to war inside.

Cosnel can’t figure it out, he can’t answer this question, but in a daze he seems to see the Heroic Spirit Hall. Countless soldiers are fighting together, their bodies are covered with scars, and they are breathing the cold air. , Sprayed with hot blood.

They fell one by one, awakened when the Sun rose on the 2nd day, grabbed the side weapon and threw themselves into the battle again.

There is no end, no relief.

This is the real hell.

Cosnel’s heart became cold.

He thought, this is a curse, a human curse.

The nameless god is cursing mankind. Isn’t the entire world a huge Heroic Spirit Hall? People are born to fight and die, new children come into the world, and then throw into the hatred of their parents inside.

The rays of light of the candlelight fell on the elevated steel, and Cosnel’s vague face was reflected on it. In the mirror, he seemed to be whispering something, he was announcing his death.

By the time things happened, Cognel calmed down instead. He looked at his face under the shadow without emotion. Cognel thought Ivar must be sad and hopeless at this moment.

Ival can’t change anything. All he can do is to hope his death in the bright future. This is the last thing he can do for the nations of Viking.

Cornell closed his eyes and greeted death calmly.

The cold blood fell ticking down, across Cognel’s face, and onto the ground, strangely, the expected death did not arrive.

He opened his eyes and saw a sculpture-like silhouette.

Ival held the steel aloft, stood twisted, his face hidden under the shadow, time seemed to freeze on him, and the furious will was firmly frozen in this brief moment.

No more breath.

He is dead.

For an instant, countless thoughts crashed on Cornel’s mind, there was no fear, no joy, nothing left.

As if he had lost all his emotions, he pushed Ival’s stiff body away, and got up expressionlessly from the pool of blood.

“The endless cycle…”

He muttered in a low voice, tore off the fabric, and wrapped the wound on his wrist.

It’s over, this crazy death match finally ended like this.

Cosnel retreated slowly, keeping his eyes on Ivar’s body. He thought Ivar should have been taken to the Heroic Spirit Hall by the Martial Goddess at this moment.

So, where is Viking’s paradise? Or is it hell?

Cosnel couldn’t figure it out, but at least in the end Ivar died standing as a soldier.

“Farewell, Ivar Rodbroke.”

Konel said at last, escaping the deep darkness.

The dark and quiet corridor is mixed with the remnants of wild beasts and steel. It seems that somewhere someone is fighting and fighting. There is a flickering candle outside the window with the sound of singing, and the blurred light spot hits Cognel’s Body.

None of this has anything to do with him, and Cornel stared at the nothingness ahead.

He also not quite clear how to describe this moment, Ivar’s last figure is firmly engraved inside his mind, no matter how he disperses, he can’t break free.

Cosnel started thinking about other things.

Now all the anger and hatred have nothing to do with him, he is thinking about something extremely important.

Some people say that growth is slow, it takes countless years, and it takes a long baptism that a boy can transform into a man, but some people say that growth is a momentary thing, in a moment that is not too bad. , You suddenly thought about everything.

At the moment Ivar died, Cornel thought about everything.