Fog.
Above the rough waves, a rainbow flashed across the sky.
A petite figure emerged from the rainbow light, with messy long hair swaying in the wind. She looked back in the direction where the rainbow light disappeared, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes. ..
"Sister..." Shikoti's voice was a little choked.
As the goddess of the "future" among the three goddesses of fate, Shikoti can clearly sense that the breath of the "past" and the "present" has disappeared... This also means that Urd and Verdanti have died at the hands of Odin.
Shikoti rubbed his red eyes, looked around, selected a direction, and rushed towards it!
That is the direction of Daxia.
Since her two sisters were willing to risk their lives to make her leave Asgard, she must not look back. She must find Lin Qiye.
Suddenly, the clear sound of a piano echoed in her mind.
clang--!
Shikoti was stunned and stopped.
She looked around in surprise, but couldn't find the source of the piano sound... Where did the piano sound come from in this hazy fog?
"Shikoti...?" At this moment, another voice echoed in her ears.
Shikoti recognized the voice.
"Brother Braki?" she asked in surprise, "Where are you?"
"...Fortunately, you have not been contaminated by them..." Braki did not answer her question. His voice paused for a moment and then rang again, "Shikoti, next, I will cut off your connection with the origin of Asgard. No matter what you hear, don't look back. Do you understand?"
Confusion appeared in Shikoti's eyes. Just as she was about to say something else, another sound of piano rang out!
clang--!!
There was a sudden shattering sound from deep within Shikoti's body, and she suddenly looked down at her palms.
"Asgard..." she muttered.
She could clearly feel that the connection between her divinity and the origin of Asgard was suddenly severed, and the power of faith that she had been drawing continuously from the origin also came to an abrupt halt.
She... was banished from Norse mythology?
Shikoti stood there in a daze for a long time, gritted his teeth, and sped towards Daxia.
Although she didn't know what happened to Bragi, nor why he wanted to cut off her connection with Asgard, she believed that Bragi would never harm her.
Before Shikoti flew far, the faint sound of a piano came from the void in the sky...
That was the sound of Brachi's harp.
This faint sound of the piano floated in Shikoti's ears. Although she couldn't hear the complete melody, for some reason, Shikoti suddenly felt an unprecedented sadness in her heart...
Shikoti reached out her hand and touched her cheek, and before she knew it, tears were already streaming down her face.
"Brother Braki..." Shikoti murmured to himself.
"you,
Are you sad?
…
On the ruins of the broken sacred mountain,
Braki plucked the harp strings lightly with his fingertips, and two lines of tears slid down from the corners of his tightly closed eyes.
Even though a few strings had been broken, when Bragi's fingertips swept across the void, clear piano sounds could still be heard... as if the sounds did not come from the piano in his hands, but from his heart.
Dirty robes fluttered in the bloody rain, and the sad and mournful melody echoed above the dead earth.
clang--!
As the sound of a piano rang out, blurry phantom lights emanated from Bragi's heart. These phantom lights, accompanied by the sound of the piano, swirled in the air and gradually gathered into white balls of light.
The halos emitted by these light balls spread out, revealing snow-white papers that fell from the sky like snowflakes.
Lin Qiye stood in the midst of the paper snow, raised his hand in confusion, caught a piece of white paper, and looked down:
April 16
[To my everlasting love, Eden:]
[I have received your reply. I am relieved to hear that everything is fine with you. I have something to share with you. A new patient came to the hospital today. He was wearing a gray robe and looked very fierce. His name seemed to be Gilgamesh...]
Lin Qiye's eyes swept down along the handwriting and he was slightly moved.
"Are they letters?" Lin Qiye raised his head and looked at the white snow flying around Braki. He asked in amazement, "Are these... all letters?"
Lin Qiye made a rough estimate and found that there were about two thousand letters condensed from the phantom light, which was basically the same number as the number of Braki's letter papers collected in the hospital warehouse.
These... are all the letters from Braki and Eden during this period of time.
As these letters appeared, a faint voice sounded amid the sad and mournful piano music, as if it was chanting something softly.
Lin Qiye listened carefully and found that the voice was reciting the contents of the letters.
“This is…” Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes shrank slightly.
There were more and more pieces of letter paper flying in the air, and more and more sounds of chanting. When all the two thousand pieces of letter paper were up in the air, the dense chanting sounds overlapped, like waves surging under the sky!
"【To my everlasting love: Eden...】"
"[The weather in the hospital is nice today. How is it there? Is it cold...]"
"[I really want to cure my illness quickly, and I really want to see you soon...]"
"【I had a dream last night. I dreamed that we returned to that garden again..."
"【When can we meet again...】"
“[……]”
These chants overlapped and gradually formed Braki's own voice. Every syllable he uttered contained more than two thousand chants, accompanied by the sad and mournful melody of the piano, as if it contained some kind of magic that spread to every corner of the Nordic kingdom of God.
The southern edge of Asgard,
Several Nordic gods wrapped in tumors suddenly raised their heads, closed their eyes and looked in the direction of the sacred mountain, and their painful wails stopped abruptly.
Scarlet bugs were crawling on their skin, and their tightly closed eyes were trembling slightly.
Two lines of blood and tears streaked across their pale cheeks...
These Norse gods who had lost their self-awareness seemed to feel the sadness again, and they looked in the direction of the sacred mountain and shed silent tears.
…
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Some people say that Sanjiu is not sincere in asking for votes...
In that case, Sanjiu will change the way of asking. From today on, Sanjiu will be on the first day and will update four chapters on that day. There are still about twenty days left until the end of the voting. That is to say, if everyone supports me, Sanjiu will update four chapters in a row for more than twenty days, and update more than twenty chapters in total!
Isn't this more sincere than releasing five chapters after winning the award? |??ω?`)
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Sanjiu's sincerity is already at its peak, and I hope everyone can show the power of "Slaying God" book fans! If we want to be the best, we must be the best! !
Today's ranking is still second, but today's four chapters will be considered as Sanjiu's sincerity. There will be two more chapters in the evening.
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