Doomsday Totem

Chapter 351-Awakening
In the dimness, the lights gradually dimmed, and a white light appeared in the sky, and the night passed like this.

He was lying on the corner of the street, staring blankly at the empty street. As time went by, the street gradually became bustling with pedestrians coming and going, some carrying briefcases, some carrying schoolbags, and some carrying bags.They are in a hurry, but they all have their own directions.

He sat blankly until noon, when staff members in twos and threes squatted on street corners, eating their lunch boxes.He finally remembered Bi Qinglan's words, he struggled to get up, boarded the airship heading to the upper city, and came to the War Museum.

This is a majestic building with a towering gate and a vast hall. The ridge of the roof looks like a giant oriental dragon, looking up at the sky proudly.Walking into the gate and looking up, the far-reaching hall seems to have no end in sight. The floor is covered with crystal clear terrazzo, which is reflecting the gorgeous crystal lamp on the ceiling.White jade pillars stand quietly, quietly and solemnly.

Iron Slag strolls through it, and the sights are filled with ingenious works of art, which are dazzling to the eye.He doesn't have much appreciation ability or interest in artworks, he just looks at them casually.

Inadvertently, he walked into a special exhibition hall. Instead of works of art, he walked into some old weapons and power armor.

From a distance, there is a sword in the display case in the middle of the exhibition hall.It was a single-edged straight sword, exactly the same as his Fengyao.He walked over in two steps in three steps at a time. In front of the display cabinet, his eyes widened, and he saw two ancient characters engraved on the hilt of the sword - Guangyao.

The ancestor's sword was actually displayed in someone else's museum.In an instant, unspeakable grief welled up in his heart, almost making him unable to breathe.At this moment, he finally noticed that everything displayed around him was the power armor of the holy wolf guardian.

There are dawns, nightingales, and giant statues, and they just stand there quietly, as if silently telling the boundlessness of the years.He couldn't help thinking of the Hall of Valor, and the figure of Kezan wiping them carefully, so pious and solemn.

However, they are now displayed here as trophies for people to watch.

Quietly, he just stood there quietly, watching...

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, suddenly a boy's voice came from behind.

"Mom, look quickly. There's a sword over there. It looks so majestic. Let's go over and have a look~" A little boy pointed to a display case not far away and shouted.

"Son, don't go there, it's an evil weapon, it's covered with innocent blood." The little boy's mother stopped him.

"Evil weapon?" The little boy showed a puzzled expression.

"Yes, those are the weapons used by the heathen," said the little boy's mother.

"Mom, what is a heretic?" The little boy asked curiously.

"They are a group of evil worms..." the little boy's mother said slowly, "A long time ago, they thought they were strong and powerful, and they used their power to bully the weak and bully others, and ravaged the whole world. They Burning, killing and looting everywhere, even the elderly and children, they are vicious and devoid of conscience, wantonly destroying our beautiful homeland, they are like a swarm of hungry locusts, no grass grows wherever they go..."

"It's scary..."

"Baby, don't be afraid, they don't exist anymore." She comforted the little boy first, and then said, "Later, our ancestors put on golden armor, drew silver shining swords, and challenged them Launch a charge..."

"What about the end, what about the end?" the little boy asked anxiously, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"In the end, our ancestors fought bloody battles and wiped them all out, just like bedbugs rushing into the sewer, they all washed away with a bang."

After listening to the story, the little boy lowered his head and remained silent for a while, clenched his fists, looked at his mother, pouted his immature face, and said, "When I grow up, I want to be like our ancestors A brave warrior, go and destroy those filthy worms."

"Brave baby~ You are the pride of my mother~" "When I grow up, I still have to protect my mother from those evil worms." "Hmm~ Baby is so good~"

Listening to the conversation between the little boy and his mother, Tie Slag fell silent for a long time.It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized how cruel it is for the victor to write history.

Suddenly, he seemed to see mottled battle armor in the dim candlelight.

"At the last moment, he detonated his power furnace..."

He remembered the time when he inherited the sword in the Hall of Valor.

"You don't need to thank them."

"Because he is Nohai Norses, you have the right to inherit his sword."

The gentle voice seemed to ring in my ears again...

Who can remember their glory and their dedication?They threw their heads and shed blood, but today, 180 years later, they are surrounded by people like clowns and scolded by others!

Has their blood been shed in vain, has their sacrifice been in vain, has their dignity become trash that can be trampled on at will!
Ask the world, who can give them justice, and who can give them justice.

If he, who is connected by blood, can't do it, then in this world, who else is willing to prove their blood and glory, their kindness and bravery, and their love for this world.

The fire is burning, the blood is boiling.

A hot current gushed out from his chest, breaking through the invisible shackles.He ran desperately to the side stairwell, pushed open the fire door, and rushed in.

In an instant, the insect shell added to the body, and the six legs soared to the sky!The talents dormant in his blood returned to him one after another in response to his grief and indignation.He just wanted to roar crazily, to let out all the knots in his heart.

But in the end, all the anger turned into silent tears...

After a long time, when he returned to the display cabinet again, his eyes had returned to their usual calmness.

At this moment, he is still the same him, but he is no longer the original him.His soul has been torn into pieces, and then re-solidified in the fire and lava.

A cluster of fire, burning in the heart, weak, but extremely firm.

Through the thick glass, he caressed the blade of the sword and whispered, "One day, I will take you home, to the end of the world, to our Hall of Valor."

"There, you will be surrounded by flowers from the ice field, and your ears will be filled with eternal hymns..."

The calm voice, slow and firm, stood tall like a steel-cast city wall.

Seven days after leaving the museum, Tie Slag recalled Wang Hu, Match, and Bai Xiaoyun to the academy.The next morning, before dawn, Tie Slag took them, Qin Ke'er, and Mu Qianhe to a secluded place by Bailu Lake.

Looking at the tranquil lake, Tie Slag took a deep breath, then turned around, bowed his head to the five people, and solemnly said: "Friends, please bear witness for me."

"Okay." Wang Hu, Matchstick, and Bai Xiaoyun nodded in turn.They didn't ask anything because they understood what it meant to "witness."

"En." After the three of them continued, Qin Ke'er nodded in response. Although she didn't know what Tie Slag wanted to do, she could already feel the solemnity of the atmosphere.The man in front of him seemed to have changed, becoming stranger...

"Hmm." Looking at the man in front of him, Mu Qianhe felt a burst of heartache for no reason, as if he had suddenly lost something important.It felt like a piece of my heart had been torn apart.But she hesitated for a while, then nodded silently.

"Qin Ke'er, Mu Qianhe..." Tie Slag looked at the two girls and said slowly, "My name is neither Zhang Tie nor Sa Chacha."

"I know, your name is Tie Slag." Qin Ke'er said.

"Please remember..." Iron Slag said earnestly, "My full name is Iron Slag Norses, and I am a brilliant tinder." North, knelt down slowly.

The dawn light appeared in the sky, and he seemed to return to the collapsed temple and saw the figure standing in front of the fire.

"When you really understand this world, experience the love and hatred in the world, and see the prosperity and prosperity."

"If at that moment, you still want to be a holy wolf guardian, then please make an oath in your heart."

"Wherever you are, we will hear your oath."

"I've made up my mind." He said to the figure in front of the fire, he said to himself.Then, he took the harmonica from his arms and held it tightly in his palm.

In the faint morning light, the surface of the lake is sparkling and the ripples are gentle, and the deep chanting sound is heard far away...

Winter is coming, and eternal night is coming.

On the eve of darkness, I will put on the battle armor of my father's generation, and watch the glorious fire from now on until I die.

I will listen to the teachings of my ancestors, abide by the ancient precepts, and remember the glory of the past.

I will not fight for honor or disgrace, nor seek power and position.

My long sword will not be sheathed for fame and fortune, my strong shield will not be raised to kind people, my eyes will not stop for money and beauty, and my blood will not boil for worldly love and hatred .

I am the silent pillar, the guardian of the altar.

I am the bell that heralds the dawn, the feathers of flames, the claws of darkness, the last line of defense of the temple.

I swear I will stick to this place, day and night, year after month, all my life.

Listening to Tie Slag's oath, the two women couldn't stop crying.They seemed to be able to hear the determination from the deepest part of their souls in his voice.He is no longer the gentle man he used to be.

There is no future between them...

The crystal clear teardrops reflected the lonely but tenacious back. In the vague haze, Qin Ke'er suddenly had a glimmer of understanding, as if a certain window in her heart had been opened.

A person without a home, but sincerely yearns for his own home, even if he gives up everything in front of him, he still wants to pursue the glory that belongs to his home.And she has all these, but she dislikes her own home and wants to escape from that beautiful homeland.

Do not……

She wants to go back to the Far East, because there is her family and her faith there.

(End of this chapter)