mythical visionary

Chapter 108 I won't be late this time, Surtur

The sun had sunk completely below the horizon, but the entire Normandy pastures were still shining in the night, because Hephaestus was soaring in it.

It played with violent fire recklessly, as if it was enough to burn the entire grassland, and the field composed of thousands of flame curtains falling from the sky illuminated the entire world.

At this moment, Xia Mingwei was galloping in mid-air on a somersault cloud. He bent down, gritted his teeth tightly, and shot into the field of Hephaestus at an unrivaled speed.

"Damn... why is it getting faster and faster, as if it was just warming up just now." His hair was blown by the strong wind, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and he didn't even dare to turn his head to look behind.

Because behind him, the crimson dragon was waving its black wings that covered the sky and the sun, fanning a tornado-like gust of wind, chasing after him like a flaming comet.

Almost...you can touch his back in an instant.

It was as if the god of death was approaching with a sickle, and the breath of death swept across like a tornado.

10 minutes ago, the coastal town near the Normandy ranch.

"What is that?!" The townspeople shouted hoarsely.

Jiang Zixiao's attention was originally on the towering flame pillar in the distance. He heard the shouts nearby and realized that something was wrong. The temperature in the town suddenly dropped, so he turned his head suddenly and saw a corner of the coastal town Billowing hailstones fell from the sky, and cold storms swept in all directions.Immediately afterwards, a magnificent giant shadow with a height of more than 150 meters appeared, with faint blue flames flickering in its pupils, from head to toe it was made of solid ice that seemed to have been born for thousands of years, as if it could reach the sky with its hands .

"Ymir the Frost Giant." Jiang Zixiao stared blankly at it, his voice getting hoarse.

Dong Ling still remained silent, just raised his eyes, watched the figure of the Frost Giant silently, then lifted the drawing board, and drew it down with simple strokes.

"Damn it, two fourth-order mythical carriers appeared in a low-grade mission?" Jiang Zixiao smiled sullenly, "Are they all old things with names and surnames?"

Amidst the overwhelming roars and screams, the Frost Giant slowly raised its head and shook its head. It held its forehead with an ugly expression, as if it was trying to stop a severe headache, and then sighed, just blowing out a breath. Like an echo from an ice abyss thousands of miles away, the temperature in the whole town dropped suddenly.

It rushed forward at the first moment, and every time its feet landed, it could smash out a huge pit with a radius of nearly ten meters. It didn't care about the houses it stepped on on the way, and the residents of the town seemed to lose their hives. Spread out.

Jiang Zixiao's hair was blown up by the strong wind, "We must report to the academy as soon as possible." He fiddled with his phone and took a picture of Yan Zhu and the Frost Giant, "Wait, where's Xia Mingwei?"

Dong Ling didn't speak, but held the nib of the pen with his fingers, making rustling sounds on the drawing board.

Jiang Zixiao stroked his lips with his hands, and the long braids on the back of his head were messed up in the wind, "Oh no, is that kid really at the ranch? Damn it, if Xia Mingwei died here, how would I explain to the principal? He personally told me to keep an eye on Xia Mingwei."

"Ranch." After Dong Ling finished speaking, she put away her drawing board and walked towards the crowd of fleeing crowd, leaving behind a calm figure.

1942, Soviet Union, Moscow, a cemetery.

Standing in the rain, Hogg stared quietly at his son's tombstone. His messy long hair was wet and drooped down in front of his forehead. He touched his tattered pocket and took out a matchbox and a pack of German cigarettes. He didn't know why it was a German brand, obviously he snatched it from a Soviet soldier.

At that time, the soldier was still showing off to his accomplices, saying, "Dogs don't smoke Soviet cigarettes." Others were still smoking the "Mahe cigarettes" distributed by the government, which are not considered cigarettes, but shredded cigarettes. Hey, if you want to smoke, the Soviet soldiers have to find the rolling papers themselves.

Hogg really wanted to light a cigarette, but the rain was too heavy, no matter how hard he struck the red phosphorus in the matchbox, the match couldn't light up, which made him a little annoyed.

He shook his arm, threw away the match, sighed softly, looked up at the tombstone, and stayed silent for a while.

There was a lot of rain, Hogg sat by the tombstone for a while, put the firewood box and cigarettes on it, "Su-Finnish war, fuck the Soviet-Finnish war." He lowered his head, his hoarse voice penetrated the vast "My dear son, your sister is dead too, why don't you protect her well, but join that shitty army instead?"

The torrential rain washed over the cemetery, the clouds danced with thunder and lightning, and the sky was bright and dark.

"War, damn war." Hogg stood up slowly, and walked forward with a furious face, "Do you guys like fighting so much? Then come!"

Three days later, during the Battle of Stalingrad, the Volga valley.

The gigantic shadow covered in ice roared, and there was hot blood under its feet. It is not surprising that it is called "a river of blood". Cracking, mountains and rivers rushing, the whole world seems to be trembling under the roar of giants.

It was clearly a monster enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Yuntian, but it knelt on the ground like a naughty boy, pounding the ground with one punch after another, smashing out unimaginable craters.

The frost giant took a deep breath. He slowly raised his head, looked towards the sky, and roared hoarsely: "Valeria, Aelita, Artyom, you... none of you are willing to wait for me!" ? Obviously I'm coming back soon, I'm coming back!"

After the hysterical catharsis, the giant shadow slowly disappeared.Instead, a sloppy two-meter-tall man fell to the ground, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"There is no..."

"There is no... Can a person survive until I come back?"

"I miss you so much..."

"I really... miss you so much."

The frost giant roared and ran wildly in the Normandy pasture, the grassland under its feet was filled with dust, thousands of potholes sprang up, and the windmills, houses, cattle and sheep were all wiped out under the unstoppable force .

It seemed to have flattened the sky and plains, its blue pupils were staring straight at the flame curtain in the distance, and the flamboyant crimson dragon in the flame curtain.

"Xia Mingwei, wait for me," the Frost Giant gritted his gums that seemed to be made of steel, and let out a deafening growl, "I'm coming soon."

A month ago, Huaxia Huanjing, Old Jingmai Street, coffee shop.

"Hey, what did you think when you were in New York?" The boss handed over a cup of hot coffee, "I had to know that you were a myth carrier, and I wouldn't even talk to you, anyway, even if you hit your head with that broken revolver If you shoot a hundred bullets, you won't die at all, okay?"

"I was really tired at that time, Surtur." Hogg sighed and touched his red and swollen nose, "Fortunately, you taught me how to use the mobile phone, and told me that the thing in the sky is called an airplane, and suddenly let me I think, I seem to be able to keep up with this world, and it would not be a bad thing to live longer."

"Isn't it just that I slept for a few more years... just make up lessons." The boss smiled at him and sat down opposite.

Hogg took a sip of his coffee, "Hey, it's fucking bitter! Surtur, what the hell are you selling? No wonder you have no business in this dilapidated store."

"Not all coffee is like this. A vulgar person like you can't taste it." The boss sighed.

"It's as bitter as my life, I still like sweeter things."

"Wine and tobacco are not sweet things."

"Sweet can make people forget the bitter taste." Hogg put down the coffee cup.

"Forget it," the boss said angrily, "so why did you wake up so early this time? I thought, when you wake up next time, you old bastard, I'll probably lose all my hair."

"I'm not afraid that I won't see you for the last time. I won't be able to sleep well in the sea." Hogg said lightly.

"Then you saw it."

"Yeah," Hogg murmured, "I saw...but next time?"

"Hogg," the boss was silent for a long time, before pushing his glasses, "help me take care of my child, this is my last request."

Hogg took another sip of coffee, and said almost word for word: "Hey, you old bastard, don't be the last, I can save you."

"No," the boss laughed at himself, "you said if I continue to live, how will the child face me?"

Hogg was silent for a moment, then looked directly at him: "Then do you want me to watch you die?"

"Hogg, there are some things that have to be let go, like your wife, and your son and daughter... In these 100 years, you have learned, haven't you?"

"What if I say no?" Hogg asked coldly.

"Before I died, I was very happy to chat with you." The boss said softly, "At least you are not late this time, are you?"

"Surter, this time... I won't be late again!"

The Frost Giant roared furiously, and rushed head-on into the flames. Ice and fire blended together, like a torrential rain cast by raging flames washing over a lonely glacier.The Frost Giant didn't show any timidity, roared and stepped forward, just like that broke through the barrier of Hephaestus with incomparable divine power.

Accompanied by a loud noise that could tear apart the world, the Frost Giant slowly raised its head, exhaled mouthfuls of turbid snow mist, and looked up at the furious Hephaestus.

Its eyes exude the prehistoric atmosphere from the Ice Age, which is the most primitive and lonely fighting spirit.

The red dragon reflected in his pupils was getting closer and closer, and the frost giant Ymir swung his right arm violently, and punched out with a powerful punch, directly hitting the flying red dragon with its wings spread out, killing it. Flying more than [-] meters, overturned the soil passing through the wasteland, forming a ravine like a broken wall and an isolated cliff.

Xia Mingwei fell on top of the somersault cloud, shielding the oncoming cold wind with his arms, his hair was completely blown up, after a while, he raised his head blankly, and looked at the back of the frost giant in disbelief.

"Here I am, Xia Mingwei."

The frost giant Ymir moved forward slowly. It wiped its cheek with its right arm and took a deep breath, as if it was sneering.

"I'm not too late this time..."

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