Mist.
Above the rough waves, a rainbow of light flashed across the sky.
A petite figure emerged from the rainbow light, with long messy hair swaying in the wind. She looked back to the direction where the rainbow light disappeared, and tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably.
"Sister..." Shikodi's voice was choked.
As the "future" goddess among the three goddesses of fate, Shikodi can clearly sense that the breath of "past" and "present" has disappeared... This also means that Urd and Verdandi have died in Odin's hands.
Shikodi rubbed the corners of his red eyes, looked around, selected a direction, and galloped out there!
That is the direction of Daxia.
Since the two sisters risked their lives to get her to leave Asgard, she could never look back. She wanted to find Lin Qiye.
Suddenly, a clear piano sound echoed in her mind.
clang!
Shikodi was stunned and stopped.
She looked around in astonishment, but could not find the source of the sound of the piano... Where did the sound of the piano come from in this hazy mist
"Shikodi...?" At this moment, another voice echoed in her ears.
Shikodi recognized the voice.
"Brother Brachi?" She asked in surprise, "Where are you?"
"... Fortunately, you have not been contaminated by them..." Brachi did not answer her question, and his voice paused for a moment before speaking again, "Shikodi, next, I will cut off your connection with the origin of Asgard. No matter what you hear, don’t look back, do you understand?”
There was confusion in Shikodi's eyes. She was about to say something more when another sound of the piano sounded!
clang! !
A breaking sound suddenly came from deep inside Shikodi's body, and she suddenly looked down at her palm.
"Asgard..." she murmured.
She could clearly feel that the connection between her godhead and the origin of Asgard was suddenly broken, and the power of faith that she had been continuously drawing from the origin also came to an abrupt end.
She... was kicked out of Norse mythology
Shikodi was stunned for a long time, gritted his teeth, and then picked up speed and galloped in the direction of Daxia.
Although she didn't know what happened to Brachi or why he cut off her connection with Asgard, she believed that Brachi would never harm her.
Before Shikodi flew very far, the faint sound of the piano came from the nothingness on the horizon...
That's the sound of Brachi's harp.
This faint sound of the piano floated in Shikodi's ears. Although he could not hear the complete melody, for some reason, Shikodi's heart suddenly felt an unprecedented sadness...
Shikodi stretched out her hand and touched her cheek. Unexpectedly, tears burst into her face.
"Brother Brachi..." Shikodi murmured to himself,
"you,
Are you sad? "
…
On the ruined remains of the sacred mountain,
Brachi gently plucked the harp strings with his fingertips, and two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his closed eyes.
Even though a few strings have been broken, when Brachi's fingertips sweep over the void, there will still be a clear sound of the piano... as if the sound does not come from the piano in his hand, but from his heart.
The dirty robes fluttered in the blood rain, and the sad and sad melody echoed on the dead earth,
clang!
As a piano sound sounded, blurred phantom light escaped from Brachi's heart. Accompanied by the sound of the piano, these phantom lights swirled in the air, gradually converging into white light groups.
The halo of light emitted by these light clusters spread out, revealing an envelope of snow-white paper, falling from the sky like snowflakes.
Lin Qiye stood among the paper snowflakes. He raised his palm in doubt, caught a piece of white paper, and looked down:
[April 16]
[To my eternal love, Eden:]
[I have received your reply. I am relieved to hear that everything is well with you. I have something to share with you. Today there is a new patient in the hospital. He is wearing a gray robe and looks very fierce. His name seems to be Gilgamesh...]
Lin Qiye's eyes swept down along the handwriting, and his expression moved slightly.
"Is it a letter?" Lin Qiye raised his head, looked at the white snow swirling around Brachi, and said in a daze, "These...are they 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 Brachi's letters collected in the hospital warehouse.
These...all are letters from Brachi and Eden during this time.
As these letters appeared, a faint voice sounded among the sad and sad music, as if softly reciting something,
Lin Qiye listened carefully and found that what the voice was chanting was exactly the content on these letters.
"This is..." Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
More and more letters were flying in the air, and more and more voices were chanting. When more than two thousand pieces of letter paper were all floating, the dense chanting sounds were superimposed one after another, rushing like a wave under the sky!
"[To my eternal love: Eden...]"
"[The weather in the hospital is very good today, how is it there? Will it be cold...]"
"[I really want to cure my disease quickly, I really want to see you soon...]"
"[I had a dream last night, I dreamed that we were back in that garden again...]"
"[When can we meet again...]"
“[…]”
These chants overlapped and gradually formed Brachi's own voice. Every syllable he uttered contained more than two thousand chants, accompanied by the sad and sad piano melody, which seemed to contain some kind of magic power. Spread to every corner of the Nordic Kingdom.
The southern edge of Asgard,
Several Nordic gods wrapped in sarcoma suddenly raised their heads, closed their eyes and looked in the direction of the sacred mountain, and their painful wails suddenly stopped.
Scarlet worms squirmed on the surface of their skin, and those closed eyes trembled slightly,
Two lines of blood and tears streaked down their pale cheeks...
These Nordic gods who had lost their self-consciousness seemed to have regained their sense of sadness. They looked in the direction of the sacred mountain and cried silently.
…
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Some people say that Sanjiu is not sincere in asking for votes, emmm...
In this case, Sanjiu will change the method. Starting from today, Sanjiu will update four chapters on the first day. There are still about twenty days before the end of the voting. In other words, if everyone works hard, Sanjiu will update four chapters in a row. In more than 20 days, more than 20 chapters have been updated!
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