Chapter 71: The Falling Gods 14

This time the comic is not veiled, and three big characters are written directly on the cover with bold strokes - The Gods.

For the first time, there are no characters on the screen, but vast mountains and rivers, flying birds, running cubs, and whales leaping out of the sea. It is so refreshing that you can seem to feel the wet sea breeze with the fragrance of the soil blowing on your face, which is contrary to the previous feeling of being passionate and enthusiastic.

But it is precisely this kind of wild and remote tranquility that makes people feel that something is wrong.

[Do you understand? 】

【Understand】

【Feeling that something big is coming】

【Already starting to get scared】

Cao Nannan opened her phone and saw such a wide and beautiful scenery cover, but she couldn't help but think of the sentence in the post: "If the flashback chapter is coming, the end of Lance may not be far away. After hesitating, she clicked on the bullet screen and sent a bullet screen.

【Hope it's not a flashback】

Then she scrolled down to see today's update. The comic opens with the same cover, with jumping deer and chirping birds in the green forest. The camera gradually rises and zooms out, and finally focuses on the lazy and elegant huge creature, which is shining in the sun. It is the most eye-catching dragon in mythology.

As the camera gradually moves forward and freezes, the ice dragon in the camera suddenly opens its eyes. The golden vertical pupils seem to have rolling clouds and galaxies, with little starlight, which makes people feel that they will shudder just by looking at each other.

As the ice dragon stands up, it walks against the light from an upward perspective. Each of its gradually changing scales emits beautiful fluorescence, and the sense of oppression brought by its lazy breath is even more shocking.

[Is this an ice dragon? The true form of Nerobo? ]

[It should be, but why is the ice dragon in the forest? Is this reasonable? jpg.]

[There is a painted snow mountain in the distance. The ice dragon should come down to bask in the sun, right? ]

[I feel that, This ice dragon is really cool! So handsome! It doesn't look like the evil dragon in traditional Western settings. It just has a sense of oppression and a kingly aura. Who understands it? 】

【I understand, I understand! The XP I like is gradually not human. I admit that I am that person when I saw it just now】

【Sisters above, this is a comment area, not a no-man's land】

[Wuwuwuwuwuwu, what should I do if my human XP is affected? It feels weird to see a dragon.]

The comic follows the pace of the ice dragon walking away, and the camera also gives a shot to the figure in the distance. The Paret electric dragon bathed in the sun looks so mysterious, but the next second, the Paret electric dragon looks very wise when it turns back, with eyes wide open, and is particularly smart and lively.

"Hi! Are you an ice dragon? So cool! What's your name? "

The camera now pulls a phantom back shot, the lazy ice dragon seems to never open his eyes completely, the boredom in his eyes is a little dispelled by the Paret electric dragon in front of him.

"Neropo"

"I am Afro!"

The camera rises up, immersed in the azure sky, and moves down again. The original spring has now clearly entered the end of summer. Under the orange sky are two dragons flying at high speed in the sky, their claws skimming across the water and stirring up waves, they are the embodiment of freedom.

[Is this the origin of the friendship between Neropo and Afro? Really, sometimes I envy the friendship between non-humans, it is so pure]

[Who knows, the background is scorching clouds, two dragons are wantonly crossing the lake, and the free vitality is about to overflow the screen]

In the comic, scenes flashed through spring, summer, autumn and winter. The two dragons were free. They were the first kind to walk into each other's lives.

When the comic was flashed by a gust of wind and the scene changed, the next one to appear was Afro with a melancholy expression and Nerupt who was still listless. Nerupt raised his eyelids, swung the big tail behind him, and raised a little snow mist.

"You finally decided to come to see me? What do you think? Have you made up your mind? "

The camera turned to Afro's lowered head. Some unknown light and shadow seemed to flash in her cheerful eyes. The picture flashed through Afro's childhood like a film. From being called a waste, to following her father with her head raised, to being held up and unable to come down from the altar, everything was so absurd, yet so logical.

Until he appeared. The ice dragon, who always looked careless and bored, broke into Afro's life in a way that no one expected. Aphro was afraid. Whether it was the dislike of the Paret Dragon who was once a loser or the daughter of the feared Peret Dragon leader, Aphro suffered. She was cut by various labels and lonely for too long.

But Neropo was different. He didn't care about her identity, let alone her father's identity. She was finally able to make a friend simply as Aphro.

In the end, her memory froze under the big tree in the field. The two of them stood side by side, and Aphro murmured unconsciously.

".....I want to surpass my father"

"Then let's become gods"

In a corner where no one cares, they made such a vow. In the drifting world, the two driftwoods held each other tightly. Neropo, who didn't care much about anything in the world and seemed to be about to die in the next second, decided to try because of Afro's wish.

Afro, who was trapped in a high-rise building forever, dared to break through the barrier because of Neropo's support. Fate made them converge, and they broke through the shackles in an unstoppable manner.

"It's decided, not only to become a god, but also to become the most powerful god"

[The lonely soul found a friendship that transcends time and the world, the tenderness of the gods]

[Although, I said a word of scenery, Afro was really like Flag. I always feel likely that the goddess Si Ye has fallen, and then Noro lives.] When the

light of the turning off, the two slender figures were revealed, and the barrage was blank for two seconds. The flowers are covered with the whole screen . Copy !

Such a straightforward and even somewhat rude comment received more likes than expected. The two dragons, who appeared in human form for the first time in the comics, looked at each other in bewilderment. It was Afro who sneered first and put his arm around Neruption's shoulders.

Compared to Lance, who was sometimes crazy, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes cruel, Neruption looked so elegant and steady, especially in the context of Afro, he seemed even more peaceful and tolerant. His golden eyes were like shining broken glass under the sunlight, so transparent, so captivating, with smiling lips and slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes. He was so high-spirited, facing the sunlight with his friends, letting the corners of his clothes flutter.

[Could he have laughed so brightly? Was he so high-spirited?]

[Did the war destroy everything about him, including his gentleness?]

[I really couldn't believe that Lance would lie lazily in the sun to bask in the sun. Thinking back carefully, he never stopped his busy steps. Carl and the others would eat in the inn, go out to see the customs and people of Bellite, and have night talks around the campfire, but Lance never rested. He kept running without stopping for a moment. I don't even know if he gave himself room to breathe.]

[Really, as Lance, I only thought he was a moody, powerful madman. You can only see his human side in the flashbacks】

【But it's also funny that I glimpsed his human side when Lance was a god, but he became indifferent after he seemed to have fallen】

Together they watched the country rise, the society develop, and the people from generation to generation. They are in high positions, but they miss each other. They flew to the clouds to watch the sunrise and sunset and the migration of migratory birds, went to the crater to see the rolling magma, and went to the bottom of the sea to save a poor little mermaid from the Cropa sea monster.

The two gods sat on the rocks by the sea to guard the poor little mermaid, and watched her become a generation of gods. Many people come and go around them. They are crowded on the streets with laughter and joy, and they also clink glasses on the beach under the moonlight, but they are lonely again.

There is also the aggrieved Afro who was angry and pulled her hair alone in the palace before the celebration .

"Humph! I won't let you come next time you want to!"

However, the tranquil sea is always the prelude to a storm, just like tragedy always smashes beautiful things and throws them in front of people's eyes. All the beautiful paving is to smash the shock of the moment. Even if readers are mentally prepared, they are still shocked by the next scene after another, and they can't utter a word. It seems that their hearts are tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

A blazing fire, holding a piece of remaining black cloth in his hand, a big hole in his chest, revealing a heart that has stopped beating for a long time, and round eyes on his face that have never closed. A mother holding her child crying helplessly, and standing in such a scene, all efforts seem so pale, even the power of God can hardly save the tragedy.

In the river of blood, the silver figure opened his arms, and closed his eyes that seemed too bright at the moment as if atonement. Under the huge cross-page, even the gods seem so small, the ice dragon made of ice flew into the sky, breaking through a ray of brilliant dawn in the dark clouds, and with that ray of sunlight that quietly descended, this kingdom of ice and snow was finally covered with ice that never melted all year round.

At this point, this will be a battle between gods.

[So the ice of Artaco was actually sent down by the gods themselves, and it was to protect Artaco]

[....What kind of mood did Lance have, seeing that his own god descended but ended up bringing the country into an irreparable state]

[Too sad]

[Great sadness]

["He raised his arms high and fell into the abyss"]

The camera pushed in to Nerobo's tightly closed eyes. In the next scene, the closed eyes opened, but they were bloodshot, mist could be seen faintly, and his eyebrows were twitching. Despair and brokenness were clearly visible on his face. It seemed that he would completely collapse in the next second. His mental state, which had almost fallen to the bottom line, was getting closer and closer to Lance's state.

“Nero…po…I’m sorry…you have to walk the rest of the way…alone.”

From Lance to Neropo, no matter if he was calm and composed or if he was calculating, Lance, who had never shed a tear, shed the only tear in the entire comic across his cheek, which quietly sank into the depths of his collar.

“If…we hadn’t been promoted…we could have…gone to see…the sunset…”

[Fuck! ! ! Who understands? I just said that Afro’s words “You are not allowed to come” were problematic. Boomerang is waiting for me here

, right?】 【Indeed, you don’t have to come. No one will watch you if you come】

【Don’t be so blunt, it’s suffocating】

【“If we haven’t been upgraded, this dusk of the gods has nothing to do with us who are wandering around the world. We are still the two dragons flying under the setting sun】

【The lonely soul finally returned to his destination】

But the next second, Neropo, with a cruel look on his face, suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, which were originally flowing with warm golden light, now revealed beast pupils, and the murderous aura, stubbornness and recklessness in them seemed to break through the screen and come to the reader.

"Afro... I will take you to the future!!! ”

[Grass, grass, grass!!!! Take you to the future!!! So cool!!!]

[Mad, this is crazy!!!]

[Shit.... So that post is really a prophet?? Will it really be Twilight of the Gods again in the end!?]

[Grass... I have a feeling it will be at least two on two, if it's more... I don't dare to think about it.]

The corners of Nerup's mouth in the picture were almost cracked behind his ears, and his eyes revealed a kind of unrepentant madness. He was like Avro who had been warned countless times not to fly too fast. He used the craziest expression and said the most indifferent words, as if Avro was still on his shoulder.

"Don't worry... it's just a little cold..."

The readers watched helplessly as Nerobo brought the huge block of ice back to Ataco, buried the body of the god underground, and dug out the child who caused the war.

The sky was gradually dyed red like ink, with dots of red ink spreading outward, scattering orange and pink. Just looking at it would make you feel warm all over. The clouds were also glowing with a faint golden light. The leisurely afterglow passed through the layers of overlapping clouds and fell on the vast snowfield, adding some color to this pale and lonely land.

Nerobo's hand easily passed through the heavy The ice layer, his expression was cold, without any emotion, his lips were straight, as if he would strangle the baby to death in the next second. But he didn't.

His proud head, which had never been lowered, drooped because of the pain, his straight back bent inch by inch, and finally curled up his body, and knelt on the ground with a thud, unable to bear the heavy burden. His cold body temperature couldn't even melt the snow. Blood flowed down his back, wetting large flakes of snow. His long silver hair was scattered on the ground, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were stuck to his forehead by sweat. Only his wrinkled brows, sunken collarbone, and pursed lips turned pale.

"The fate I choose... is to..."

The readers watched Nerobo's eyes, which were shining with a metallic luster and so dazzling that they dared not look directly at them, gradually dimmed and finally lost all their light. The dragon spine peeled off from his body piece by piece, and the dragon horns on his head extended cracks upwards, as if they wanted to skin Nerobo and pull out his tendons.

[fu*k, it really is a god created by a god! ! ! ]

[Wife, wife, I was wrong! ! ! I will never scold you again! I beg you to live to the end! ! ! ]

[Really, Lance gave up his freedom, his friends, his godhood, and everything he had for the Altaco he loved. No one is more qualified than him to say the words "my Altaco"]

[Fuck! ! ! ! Don't abuse me! ! ! 】

But this is far from the climax of this chapter, or rather, it is just an appetizer. When the cracked land just closed, Nerobo's body, which was already a little erratic, suddenly stiffened. His eyes were stunned, and he lowered his head again and again, and saw that his chest was pierced by a huge silver sword, and there was even some blood foam and minced meat on it.

In an instant, a large amount of fishy and sweet blood spurted out of his mouth, and most of his chin was stained red. He couldn't even kneel on the ground to support his body. Like a candle that was about to go out, he fell to the ground with a thud. It was like kneeling in a sea of ​​bright red roses. His body, hands, and hair were all covered with roses. The dragon's spine was torn open, revealing bright red flesh.

Gods... can also bleed...

"Long time no see, Lance"