Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 271 The Savior of the Wicked
This wordless confrontation didn't last long, and with the old Waldasong sighing out of exhaustion, he said to Xia Xiu:

"I'm old enough, even if I know many things, I can't do anything about it; we are indeed afraid of the wave of the new age, Broly has all the bad karma of the berserkers on him, the reason why he didn't die is because if he died , then this curse will be entangled in the clan again, and we need to make a choice."

Regarding the old Valda Song's answer, Xia Xiu looked at the [Dacian Prison] behind him and replied with a sneer:

"The choice is to build a prison like this, and then hold high the banner of righteousness and let the sinner stay in it for the rest of his life. This prison will never be empty, because this guilt will be passed down from generation to generation."

The blond young man looked at the hunched over vicissitudes of life old man, eyes as bright as the scorching sun filled with silent contempt.

"Are you imprisoning criminals, or the evil in your own heart?"

"..." Old Waldasson remained silent.

"You should have seen the ancient and eternal evil entwined around me, then you should know the purpose of my trip. Berserkers should not close their eyes and hear things that they don't know how to interpret. After all, there have been many madmen in the past. Warrior has been involved in something similar to the rendition. I would take Broly out and give him the right to redeem himself,"

After the blond-haired youth finished speaking, he walked straight towards the interior of the [Dacian Prison], while Old Valdasson looked at the back of the blond-haired youth, his hand holding the crutches tightened again and again, his old face appeared Showing a struggling look.

"Harmful--"

Finally, the old Waldasong sighed helplessly, and the breath he had been carrying gushed out from his chest, and with the breath blowing out, his back seemed to be pressed by some invisible thing, becoming It got heavier, and his figure became even more stooped.

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Inside the Dacia Prison.

Xia Xiu didn't feel anything about the old Waldasson's compromise.

The other party made a wise choice. If the other party tries to prevent him from releasing Broly, then the next thing will inevitably turn into something like "a young guy beating a centenarian" which sounds very bad.

When Xia Xiu stepped into the prison, a gust of cold air rushed towards his face. He subconsciously pulled the scarf around his neck, and the fine towel was pulled to his chin. He breathed out hot air on the scarf.

The weather in Reykjavik is very changeable and can experience four seasons in a single day, hence the local saying: "If you don't like the weather in Reykjavik, wait 5 minutes."

However, the temperature here is obviously too different from the temperature outside. This is not a climate difference that can be made by waiting for 5 minutes.

At this time, Xia Xiu's golden pupils had already quietly erected, and the golden pupils like snake pupils began to carefully look at everything around him.

Located in a rugged and cold place, this prison is a place specially designed to detain the crimes of berserkers.

Once he stepped here, he would be eroded by endless darkness and cold like Xia Xiu is now. If it weren't for the night vision ability of [Skylock Eyes], it would be difficult for him to walk freely in the extremely dark cave.

He began to walk down the only passage in the prison.

This is an old and solemn stone prison with traces of a long history.

The prison is surrounded by endless ice and snow, accompanied by the furious roar of the cold wind, as if the anger and struggle of the berserkers are visualized here; while the interior of the cave is dead silent and heavy, forming a sharp contrast with the howling wind and snow outside. Compared.

The stone walls are tall and heavy, covered with thick moss and frost, condensing the vicissitudes of time.

Soon, Xia Xiu came to a gate.

The door is closed tightly, giving people a feeling of oppression, as if it is not only the body but also the soul that is enclosed in it.

"The bronze gate of Toshlunda, there are not many taboos on it, it seems that they are not worried about the escape of sinners." Xia Xiu looked at the sculpture on the stone gate and said to himself.

Before him stood the gate, on which was engraved a copperplate painting and a poem.

The copperplate painting depicts a berserker followed by a deity holding a lightning spear, wearing an eagle helmet, and riding an eight-legged horse.

And the poem on the door is as follows:

"You bloodthirsty things, I will ask those berserkers,
The mighty heroes, the heroes who went into battle,
How were they treated?
The people called them men in wolf's clothing,
A bloodstained shield,

Carrying blood-stained spears they entered the field—”

This is the [Poem of Harald] in praise of the berserker.

The blond youth just took a look, then put his hands on the door, his hands and feet were covered by red thaumaturgy circuits.

[Light Samurai Thaumaturgy Circuit Type III Activated! ]
呵呵味——

The heavy door was quickly pushed open by Xia Xiu, and he stepped inside.

Stepping into the door, an aura that was several times colder than the outside rushed towards him, it was an aura full of sorrow and despair.

This is the real inside of the prison.

Tread-tap-

Xia Xiu's feet stepped on the ground slowly, and the entire prison resounded with dull footsteps.

The interior of the Dacia Prison is made of rough rock, cold and hard, showing a hardness without temperature.

It was dark and hazy here, and shadows filled the perimeter of the prison.

The corridor was long and deep, and there was some faint light from the cells on both sides.

Under this light, there are those berserkers who should be like wolves and tigers on the battlefield.

Their figures are hazy in the dim light, sitting silently in the corner, with their hands crossed knees, they have become a statue of stone sculptures, their eyes have long since lost the enthusiasm and ferocity of the past, replaced by deep frustration with silence.

These are the "sinners" of all ages.

One generation goes and another generation comes, but evil remains forever.

Xia Xiu simply glanced at the sinners, then continued walking down the long and narrow corridor.

Soon, he reached the end of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a huge stone hall, with layers of stone steps leading to its top.

This is the most solemn place in this prison, and it is also the quietest place; in the center of the hall, there is a huge stone sculpture, which depicts a sitting berserker, with his hands folded on his knees, his head slightly lowered, looking at It seems to be still, but it seems that it will break free from the stone body at any time and rejoin the endless war; this stone sculpture has become a symbol, symbolizing the pride and fearlessness of the berserkers, as well as their bondage and helplessness.

Around the hall, several small cells were evenly distributed.

On the cold stone wall, a series of thick chains hang quietly, as if waiting for new "guests".

Each cell has a narrow window, and outside the window is endless ice and snow and biting cold wind. Whenever the wind passes through the narrow window, it will bring waves of low whistling, like the roar of a berserker.

In the center of the prison is a huge training ground.

Here, it used to be a place where berserkers waved their weapons and unleashed wildness.Now, all that remains is an empty stone field littered with broken chains and ancient weapons.

The existence of this venue seems to remind every imprisoned berserker of their glory and freedom.

It's ridiculous to say that, although it looks cold and even cruel on the surface, this quaint stone prison gives the berserkers a sense of security to a certain extent.

They know that in this strictly guarded place, because of the righteousness in their hearts, sinners will never be able to break free from the shackles, and they will never be able to rejoin the world full of war and blood; For the berserkers outside, this prison is a kind of protection, protecting them from the destruction and fear of the berserkers' crimes.

It is a heavy and silent building.

Every stone, every trace, every roar of the wind tells its history and stories, telling about those berserkers who used to be, their glory, their wildness, and their bondage.

The blond young man looked at the huge stone sculpture sitting in meditation, shook his head and said:

"It's really sad."

Then, he turned his gaze to the deepest cell in the prison. Inside the cell was a middle-aged man in a plain robe sitting cross-legged.

The man in the plain robe exudes a contradictory temperament, and his body shape gives people an unreserved sense of wildness: he is taller than ordinary people, and his figure is burly and strong, like pouring steel; The powerful power of the wolf tribe; the hair is long and messy, like a wolf in the forest, gray and rough; the hair on the top of the head extends backward like a wolf's mane, bending into a wild arc, and the face is rigid and vicissitudes of life. It seems to have experienced countless wind and rain and tribulations.

However, the temperament exuded from his body is far from his appearance. There is always a faint tranquility and mystery around him, as if he has found a paradise in this chaotic world, where there are no worldly troubles and disputes. Just inner peace and serenity.

The aura of a martyr and an ascetic in him is better than his status as a berserker.

When Xia Xiu cast his eyes on the man who was meditating, the man also opened his brown eyes.

Facing the sudden stranger, Valdarson Broly frowned slightly. He suppressed the boiling blood in his heart, and said to the blond young man in front of him:
"I don't know why the leader let you in. I just want to advise you: Get out of here quickly and disappear from my sight."

Xia Xiu looked directly at Broly's brown eyes, even though his eyes were sunken due to the long-term black imprisonment, his eyes were still piercing.

"Valdarson Broly, I'm here to pick you up."

"go out?"

"Yes, get out, you are free."

Broly shook his head without laughing, as if what the blond young man just said was a very funny joke.

"Freedom, where does the villain who has committed crimes come to be free?"

Facing Broly's self-mockery, the blond youth shook his head and said:
"The wicked can also be redeemed, and the wicked also have a savior for the wicked."

A white card popped out of the blond youth's hand, and he threw the card at Broly.

When the card was close to Broly, an illusory figure emerged from him, holding the card directly.

This is the incarnation of Valdarson Broly - [Beowulf]

[Beowulf] is about two meters tall, with strong muscles and dark blue skin. His face is as hard as a sculpture, his eyes are shining and golden, and his hair is like a golden lion's mane. A huge silver chain hangs from his chest, and at the end of the chain is a large wolf head ornament; his hands have very thick fingers, and each finger wears a special item similar to a fist.

Unlike Zhou Zhou and Tours, when facing Broly, Xia Xiu absolutely didn't want to start a war with him.

[Avatars of masters] like Zhou Zhou and Tours are actually normal incarnations, and their abilities are not weak.

It's just that when they are compared with Xia Xiu, the wall hanging, they are much inferior.

Unlike Broly, he is strong.

If Xia Xiu really went to war with him, it would only be a [-]-[-] split, and it would be a desperate fight.

[Incarnation of Master Beowulf], his value is astonishing 4A+, and his ability [Beowulf's Oath] can swear to fight an enemy to the death. Under this oath, neither side can escape the battle, must Face each other directly, and [Beowulf] in this state will have stronger attack power and stronger defense power.

If Broly activates [Trans] to go into a mad state, then the boost he gets will be even more terrifying. Not only will he get a physical boost, but he will also get absolute madness mentally.

Xia Xiu reckoned that if the opponent went berserk, it would be difficult for his [Don Quixote] to break through the mental closure of the opponent.

So, now is the time for him to use his demagogy, uh, it should be said to be excellent eloquence.

"I think there are many sad things in the world."

The blond young man opened his hands, attracting the attention of Broly who was trying to break the white card with absolute brute force.

"For example, those guys who are invincible in their own environment, who want wind and rain, but have no goal to fight for, and can only live in ignorance; or those who live in slums and those dirty People living in the small streets in the cruel environment of the great era, the times created villains, gave them cruel and despicable hearts, but deprived them of their goals other than "living", so that they could only consume themselves in the satisfaction of the flesh time."

"Should the wicked deserve redemption?"

"Yes, the wicked deserve redemption, and the worst sinners should be made aware of death—for life is great and honorable, and death is a part of life."

"Those who actively embrace sin always reek of horror; these sinners are the scum of scum, and death is their only salvation."

"And for those who are struggling to survive even if they are crawling in the stinky ditch, their eyes are still looking at the vast starry sky."

"If living is just to live, then how cruel it would be."

The blond youth looked directly at Broly, and said to him:

"Why do you have to bear this crime?
Why did your people stop you when your hands were stained with the blood of your parents, when you were at a loss and wanted to die?

Were they ecstatic at the time, did they really experience the despair in your heart?
They say that you are a born villain and that you kill your relatives, but did your parents really die at the hands of you when you were young?

No, the murderous intent that occupies your consciousness is the sin of the berserkers, the incompetent Vardason, the descendants of the incompetent sons of power, can only blame you for all the crimes. "

"I'm not asking you to hate them now, because they are so pathetic that they can be despised. I'm just telling you—do you want to understand the true meaning of life?"

"Want to see the sky beyond [Smoke-Free City]?"

(End of this chapter)