svetikya Chapter 88 The Old Soldier with the Wristband...
Chapter 88 The Old Soldier with the Wristband...
Chapter 89 The Old Soldier Wearing a Cross... (Chapter 88, Praise to the Blood God)
"Thank you so much, Your Excellency Marcus!"
"Not at all, ma'am. Ms. Zhou Yun is that child's teacher, and she had health problems while teaching. How could I not care?"
In the villa that Marcus Guilliman gifted to Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun lay in the room, staring at the ceiling, looking at the intersecting beams, as if fate were intertwined.
The instant he stood up from the classroom chair, the instant Angron's fate was altered, a powerful wave of dizziness pierced his will and permeated his entire body.
In that instant, his precognitive talent was uncontrollably activated, and his perspective glimpsed the entirety of destiny.
He saw the torrent of fate, cause and effect intertwined like silk threads, converging into a river, flowing through reality and the subspace... and then all falling into the pitch-black sun.
He saw Angron's fate, a fate originally destined to be nailed to the Butcher's Nail in the arena, a fate deeply embedded in reality and the warp, which was ripped out and drastically altered.
He successfully changed his fate, and the course of destiny became unpredictable once again, but...
But after that, he glimpsed that blood and anger still shrouded Angron's fate, and glimpsed fragments of the future.
He saw Dicia vanish in the light that burned mountains and boiled seas, saw a crimson behemoth clad in armor forged from blood and fire rise from Nutheria, and saw Angron roar as he swung his axe at him.
The future foreshadowed by this fate still doesn't seem very promising.
Why did Angron kill himself? Was that crimson behemoth the ascended Angron? And what was that light that burned mountains and boiled seas?
"Okay, if Teacher Zhou Yun is still not feeling well, the course can be postponed slightly. The child agreed, as he was also very worried about Teacher Zhou Yun's health."
"I will tell my uncle. Please take care on your journey."
A few seconds later, there was a soft knock on Zhou Yun's door.
"Uncle?" Tita's voice rang out from outside the door.
"Come in," Zhou Yun said, getting out of bed and sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the door.
Tita pushed open the door and saw Zhou Yun sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Why did you sit up?" she asked with concern.
"I don't have much of a problem to begin with, maybe just a little low blood pressure. That's what the doctor said during the checkup, isn't it?" Zhou Yun gave a reassuring smile.
Macurag's doctor couldn't tell what Zhou Yun had gone through, and could only guess that it might be a sudden drop in blood pressure.
Tita sat down beside him on the bed.
"I know, I'm just scared."
She whispered to Zhou Yun, clutching her clothes tightly to her knees.
The room was dimly lit. Zhou Yun left the bright room with floor-to-ceiling windows to Tita, while he chose this rather dim room for himself.
Having seen so much light on the golden throne, this dim environment actually offered him some comfort.
The dim light blurred one's vision, but it amplified other senses; Zhou Yun could hear Tita's soft sobs...
...You are my last remaining family member.
"I know," Zhou Yun gently comforted Tita.
"I've completely forgotten what my mother looks like, I only vaguely remember her holding me once..."
"Father... My father's image is becoming more and more blurred in my mind. I used to be able to remember his face and the stories he told me."
"But now, all I remember is... his corpse."
"I remember the young soldier with a broken leg and the old officer with the cross; they brought my father's body back and placed it on the table in the middle of the house."
"Dad has no legs, his arms are twisted like tree branches at night, his eyes are wide open, but the whites of his eyes and the pupils are blurred together, his mouth is wide open, but he only has a few teeth left... It's as if Dad went through some kind of pain, and his teeth fell out on their own to escape the pain."
"You covered my eyes so I couldn't see, but even with my eyes closed, I could still see Dad's face... It was so scary."
"My fond memories of my father are dwindling and becoming increasingly faint, leaving only that terrifying face that is becoming clearer and clearer."
Tita choked up.
"It feels like I'm slowly killing off the father I remember, leaving only a corpse."
Tita gripped Zhou Yun's hand tightly, his body heat slightly radiating through her.
"You mustn't get hurt. Don't make me go through the same thing again."
"I won't, Tita, I won't die. Even if I do, I'll come back to you..."
Before Zhou Yun could finish speaking, he realized that what he said was a bit strange.
"You talk like you're a ghost!" Tita's eyes were filled with tears, but she still couldn't help but complain as she listened to Zhou Yun's words.
A few seconds later, she couldn't help but laugh a little, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not a child anymore. I know that everyone dies."
"Do you remember the person who brought Dad's body back? The older one, the one wearing a cross."
"He told me that death is the end of suffering for the deceased, so it is not a bad thing for them."
"It's just that those who survived have to remember that death until they too face death, and then they can finally let go of all the pain."
"So he taught me not to be afraid of death, because those who die are happy, and those who don't die are cursed."
He even gave me an example, saying that every day when he wakes up, he looks at the kitchen but doesn't dare to go in, imagining his wife, who has been dead for many years, cooking inside, as if his wife is really there as long as he doesn't go in...
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"So, I won't say things like 'Never die'...that's a curse." Tita shook her head, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "I just hope you can live a little longer by my side."
"Okay, okay, I just suddenly felt a little... I'm fine, you get some rest, I'll go out now."
After saying that, Tita stood up, pushed open the door, and left Zhou Yun's room.
Zhou Yun looked at the doorway and remembered what Anglong had said when he came to rescue him.
How can you view death as a sacrifice for just yourself?
Bren of Illidan pulled himself out of his warm fur coat. The cold wind from Mount Hera in the distance swept through Macragge and the farmland outside the city, rushing into the narrow cave and invigorating him.
A dull pain came from his chest. He brushed aside the crystal pendant his mother had left him and looked up at his chest.
Before setting off, the sorcerer of the Bardiris chief blessed Bren and tattooed him with a sacred tattoo.
Bren looked at the tattoo, which was an eagle with two heads coiled around his chest, surrounded by witch fire. The wizard said it symbolized hope and change.
In fact, Bren wanted a hunting dog that symbolizes courage and killing, or a deer that symbolizes health and vitality.
The tribespeople say that the eagles have lost much of their power in Makula.
It seems to be a bit inflamed.
Bren frowned as he looked at the slightly bluish tattoo on his chest, next to which were scratch marks from Saga.
The tip of my nose caught the smell of food—hard bread simmering in salted wild boar soup.
Bren saw Emma cooking soup in a corner of the cave, Aura repairing her laser gun, and some of the others were already awake, while others were still asleep.
They received their mission from their leader, Bardiris, to travel alone from Illyria, across the mountains, along the coast, and last night arrived near a village by the city of Mackrag, where they found this cave for their final rest.
The reward for this mission is substantial, but the objective is simply to kill a five- or six-year-old child from a noble family in Macurag.
Therefore, all those who came this time were the best in the tribe, each one carefully selected by Chief Badris. Looking at these teammates, Bren felt at ease.
"Hey!" Aura grinned at Bren, revealing yellow teeth. "Saga screamed really loudly last night—oh my god!"
Before Aura could finish speaking, a stone flew past Bren's ear and hit Aura on the head.
After throwing the stones, Saga tugged at his fur and sat up slightly, supporting himself with one hand.
"You hurt me last night," Saga remarked, admiring Brun's muscles.
"...Sorry!" Bren felt he must have a silly smile on his face.
He killed someone for the first time when he was eight years old. Now in his twenties, he has participated in countless bloody battles between tribes and has had many casual relationships with women.
But when facing Saga, he felt like a silly boy.
"Not so bad." Saga hugged the fur tightly, her fingers gently placed on her lower abdomen.
She smiled; Bren's power remained within her.
"May the goddess of lilies, the lord of childbirth, the mother of delivery, protect me..." she prayed softly.
As Buren listened to Saja praying to one of the faces of the divine deer, he sat up straight, his expression becoming somewhat excited.
He knew that Saga was praying to conceive Bren's child, who had several illegitimate children with other women, but Saga was different...
He will marry Saja, and their marriage will be blessed by the Anās gods. Their child will be a combination of the strength of the father and mother.
"Saga, you and Emma stay here. The nine of us will go to the city to kill that noble child," Bren said, gripping Saga's hand tightly.
"Do you take me for a noble lady from Macurag?" Saga wrinkled her nose, her displeasure clearly visible.
"No, that's not what I meant at all," Bren hurriedly explained. "We'll definitely be hunted down after we escape, and we need someone trustworthy to help us. I only trust you..."
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"Oh dear, my Miss Saga, just listen to our young master Brun."
Aura rubbed her head, which was throbbing from being hit, and said, "If you go with us, Bren might be obsessed with you, thinking about you constantly, and he might even forget how to kill properly."
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A burst of laughter erupted inside the cave.
Saga snorted at them, then looked at Bren, "I..."
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Brune gestured for her to be quiet.
The man reached out, took off the crystal pendant from his neck, and placed it in Saga's hand.
"This was left to me by my mother. My father gave it to my mother, and now I'm giving it to you."
"Saga, you stay here. Once I'm out of the city, we'll go back to Illyria together and ask the wizards to bless our future child."
"Hmm..." Saga stared wide-eyed at Bren, finally giving a soft "hmm," then looked down at the crystal pendant in her hand.
It was a crystal eagle head statue, shimmering with a faint blue light, pure and flawless, without the slightest crack.