Letting go of Hitzfeld, Xia Yibing frowned and stared at the garden in front of her.
"When I was far away before, it didn't look so lively here..."
Suddenly - as soon as she finished speaking, the green on both sides of the road quickly decayed and withered, all the flowers faded into mud, and the leaves fluttered and fell like butterflies. Dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and within a few breaths it began to drizzle.
Crack, crackle!
The rain gradually got heavier. Although it did not reach the level of a rainstorm, it could be seen that the temperature dropped sharply in the process.
The hustle and bustle of the entire city seemed to have been accelerated, and vehicles and pedestrians began to run fast... People ran home holding umbrellas and newspapers, locked their doors and drew the curtains, as if an evil spirit was driving them from behind.
Hitzfeld stood there without moving. She first carefully observed the changes in the city below, and then set her eyes on a puddle of water on the platform.
A light layer of white frost covered it little by little.
It was frosting, even freezing, and it hardened in just a few breaths. The raindrops in the sky also began to crystallize at the same moment.
"Winter has come to Haradini..."
Hitzfeld muttered.
First, summer was replaced by spring, and then, contrary to its usual practice, winter was summoned... The order of summer, spring, and winter was completely disrupted. She couldn't help but wonder what trouble the four Si Chens had encountered that required them to induce such drastic changes in just a few minutes.
According to their previous conversation, the Four Seasons Plan would require a lot of sacrifices.
Even with normal seasonal changes, many people die of heatstroke and freezing every year. What's more, the changes are condensed into one day, or even within a few minutes like now.
Last time, Haratini expressed that she was unwilling to make such sacrifices, but this time she went forward without hesitation... What on earth happened to them?
And this city...Victoria Harbour.
Each of those residents had a gloomy look on their faces as they ran just now, and some of them even looked back from time to time to look at people who were too close to them.
What are they guarding against?
What kind of threat could make the capital of Serlan feel like it was facing a formidable enemy?
"The situation seems to be very bad."
Xia Yibing also noticed it.
"According to what you said before, the purpose of spring appearing is to heal the wounded?"
"The sudden switch means that the injuries have accumulated to the number they think they need to be treated, but they were replaced by winter just after they appeared. I mean, if winter means freezing disasters..."
Then that disaster will definitely cause greater pain and death than the accumulated injuries... it can be said to be much greater.
Hitzfeld knew this, gave her a look, and walked quickly towards the palace.
Xia Yibing also followed.
But after all, he is not as serious as his wife.
After all, it happened in the past.
The past cannot be changed, and the past deserves respect because it carries memories and truth, but people cannot live on memories alone.
She would not cause too much trouble because of these disasters. On the contrary, she felt that the commotion was a little bit unsavory.
God Wars...
Why does she want to watch a movie?
I just want to see the magnificent myths and epics.
Watch how one sword destroys the world, one sword splits the sea. One sword draws the sun's divine fire to lock the fire ring, and watch how the gray fog retreats step by step in front of this magnificent sword flame.
The result is just something as childish as the changing of seasons.
Is Amen Harwin so confident in his children?
Or is she really busy... There are characters in the gray fog that even she finds difficult...
In this way, Hitzfeld quickly shuttled through the side hall corridors and gardens, and Xia Yibing followed slowly behind him.
Hitzfeld was more focused on finding people, while she focused on the decorations of the palace.
The bright red carpet was made of dyed wool or some kind of animal's skin.
The golden holy grail had runes carved on it that he had never seen before.
The curtains hanging from the ceiling were the same blinding red as the carpets. Torches were burning in the dark corridor, but not a single person was visible.
"Not here?"
After searching the entire palace, even checking the destination where Haratini and Emera had arrived last time, Hitzfeld still couldn't find any sign of Si Chen in the palace.
Isn't this right?
There were still water jugs outside the room, picked fruits on the windowsill in the corridor, the door was half-open, and water was still flowing in the pipes.
This is a trace of life.
This is enough to show that there were people living here and even using it not long ago.
Then why can't we find anyone?
Could it be because of that “disaster that brought about winter”?
As a result, even Emera, the Autumn Master who had never performed her duties and was theoretically unemployed, had to leave quickly and rush to the scene?
Rumble!
There was rolling thunder in the dark clouds, and lightning was dancing in the air like poisonous snakes attacking the world.
The snowflakes outside the window have turned into a blizzard. On the more distant horizon, countless huge waves are piled up and tumbling. They want to form a tsunami to lick the shore of the world, but they are always frozen by winter at the last moment, forming scenes of wave crest ice sculptures that are still on the sea.
“We may have all guessed wrong…”
Hitzfeld muttered.
"Guess what?"
This kind of change, even if Xia Yibing doesn't care about history in her heart, she must at least respect this immersive "special effects".
Especially since Aisuen looks so bad...
What else did she think of?
"The change of seasons just now actually has another possibility."
"What's possible?"
"follow me."
Grabbing the woman's hand, Hitzfeld took a step forward following the guidance of his spiritual sense, and finally saw the medium that brought her into this period of time.
That is the "Sword of Ahoyin".
This is a wasteland. The two men stood high in the sky overlooking the earth and saw that there was an abnormal area on the ground.
Other places are either covered with gray-black soil or white frost, but this area is red... or pink.
They lowered their altitude little by little and finally saw clearly that the red area was actually paved with blood.
There are no bodies.
There were only large patches of bright red seeping into the soil on the wasteland. Emerald green flowers kept blooming in the mixed soil, and then turned red with the nourishment of blood. They spread over an area of more than 100 meters, leaving only a sword half-inserted in the mud in the center, with an eyeball in the center of the hilt.
They were not the only ones to see this amazing sight.
There are three other people.
Or three goddesses.
Three Sichen.
Two of them stood in the sea of flowers, and the one with golden hair knelt down and cried in front of the sword. Her golden hair danced wildly in the winter wind, and it would explode and turn into flames at any time.
So that's another possibility...
That's when spring dies...
Killed by that unknown disaster...
Xia Yibing felt her heart rate increasing.
Although I have long thought about how a normal person could rip out his eyeballs and stuff them into the hilt of a sword, this person was probably dying when he did this.
But if you really see this kind of scene, no one can help but feel palpitations.
What killed the Green Dragon Queen?
There was no body left, and even the other three goddesses of Sichen were unable to react... What kind of power is this?
Xia Yibing used most of her mind to think divergently, so much so that she was getting closer and closer to the sea of flowers. It was not until she was about to land that she realized that the people around her were looking in another direction.
Aisuen, where is she looking?
Oh, she's looking at that red-haired goddess.
That is the Autumn God she mentioned before, Emera.
The one who translated the sentence himself...
"Anger is useless."
Haratini remained silent. At this moment, it was Emera who spoke first.
“No one can save us.”
"The only one who can save us is ourselves."
Xia Yibing's expression froze.
What the fuck-
Unlike before when she had to use Hitzfeld's sketch manuscript to read lips, this time she was right there!
She saw it clearly! The sentence Emera said this time didn't match her lip movements!
Let me do the math…what is her lip movements supposed to be describing this time?
Mother……
save……
If she translated correctly, then the sentence Emera really wanted to express with her mouth should be——
[Mother……]
[I know you are destined to see...]
[Don't come to rescue us...]
[Let’s just bury ourselves in the past…]
[Buried in the folded...first hundred years.]
Chapter 23 The First Hundred Years (Part 2)
"I'm going to kill them!"
Ke Fan stood up suddenly and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.
In an instant, the summer heat spread along the hilt and blade of the sword to the earth. The bright red flowers quickly withered and fell down, and the entire sea of flowers turned into a hot wasteland in the blink of an eye.
“Ke Fan!” Haradini finally moved. She quickly walked up and tried to grab Ke Fan’s left hand. “Don’t be impulsive… let it go!”
"Don't bother me!" Ke Fan took a step back suddenly, his green eyes full of bloodshot.
"I know how you feel now because I feel the same way as you." Haradini suppressed her voice, "But what's the point of doing this? Do you know who did it? Do you know where they are? What we need to do most now is to go back..."
"I'm not going back!" Ke Fan interrupted her and raised his chin proudly.
"you……"
"I've had enough of you, Haradini, my dear 'winter sister'." The blonde goddess said fiercely, "Always like this...always like this! You always say this is meaningless, that is meaningless! And now you still say it like this! I'm completely fed up with your indifference!"
I'm not……
Haradini opened her mouth, but quickly closed it tightly again.
She had nothing to defend herself. After all, Ke Fan was telling the truth.
This is not the first time she has emphasized that something "makes no sense", and perhaps she has said similar things too many times.
