Chapter 272 Vardarson Broly
[Beowulf] holding the white card silently floated next to Broly with his head lowered. At this time, Broly’s forehead His hair fell down to cover his expression at this time, and after Xia Xiu finished speaking, he stood quietly aside and waited for the other party to make a choice.
Broly can feel that the white card held by his [Master Incarnation] is filled with an infinite and dark will, and the boiling blood in his body relies on his [right awareness] feeling. When it came to the evil that resided in the card, after feeling the sum of the negative, primitive, barbaric, and uncivilized concepts, Boiling Blood crawled and howled like a frightened beast.
This is the first time in my life that I have seen the "curse" on myself suppressed.
The sincerity shown by the blond young man in front is very great, and the other person really knows how to deceive people.
Broly had to admit that under the instigation of the blond young man and the powerful suppression effect of the white card on boiling blood, he was really moved.
No one wants to be an unhappy caged bird.
What restrained Broly was never this prison, but the Vardarson clan’s ethnic concept and his own inner guilt.
Ethnic concept, which enables individuals or groups to have a sense of identity and belonging to the ethnic group to which they belong. Ethnic concept is reflected in the identification of individuals or groups with their ethnic characteristics. Vardasson relies on ethnic concept Strengthening the connection between the "sinner" and the ethnic group, the "sinner" finds identity and a sense of belonging in the society constructed by Vardasson, and at the same time is indirectly forced to become a victim to maintain the unity and cohesion within the ethnic group.
And Broly's inner guilt forced him to rely on this ethnic concept.
He still remembers what happened when he was six years old, and he can still clearly recall the despair that the cold winter brought him.
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The winter that year was particularly cold.
The falling snowflakes in the sky are like stars. Although beautiful, they ruthlessly intensify the coldness of the earth; the reflection of the sun during the day makes the snow white, while the night is deep darkness, with only starlight and moonlight shining. The ground was touched by heavy snow; the streets and alleys were covered with heavy snow, and even the usually noisy markets were silent.
And in the severe winter of that year, a helpless child faced a huge change in his life on this cold night.
At that time, he was only six years old, and his young body was shivering in the wind and snow.
Broly clearly remembers that he and his parents were taken to the Hallgrímski Church to pray as usual. His mother was not from the Valdarson tribe, but from the Youyang hinterland. , she believes in the Holy Church and believes that angels are the protectors of the world.
Although Vardasson has gradually opened up to the outside world a hundred years ago and allowed intermarriage between natives and outsiders, there are very few people who actually marry outsiders, and even those who do marry outsiders are very rare. Few people like his father married a man from the hinterland.
The energetic mother is in sharp contrast to Vardarson's strict rules, so the Broly family has always been very special in the family. The Berserker hates gossiping behind others, so the gossip in the old stories It didn't appear.
However, the Vardarson tribe has always had a simple concept of not contacting someone if they don’t like it, so the Broly family actually doesn’t have anyone who is too close to them in the Vardarson tribe.
According to his mother's idea, when Broly gets a little older, he will be allowed to choose one of the five major inland countries to study abroad.
She always told Broly that outside Reykjavik, there was a broader sky, where there were high-rise buildings, huge iron machinery, and rapid transportation called railways... ···
Broly is full of longing for the vast world that his mother mentioned.
The Reykjavik area does not have a railway system, including the capital. The main modes of transportation here are cars and aviation. Cars are the most important mode of transportation in the region. The country’s ring road (Route 1) ) surrounds the entire island and connects most of the population centers.
On the day of the tragedy, they took Route 1 to the waiting hall near Hallgrímskirkja.
As usual, his parents were guarding him on the left and right, holding his hands as he walked on the way to the church.
While walking on that brightly lit road, he bore the heavy fate of a berserker.
Like a warrior possessed by a god, his body began to undergo incredible changes.
The tranquility of the street was only broken by scattered streetlights. They stood on both sides of the silent road, but the streetlight that shone on Broly was different. It swayed with light and shadow in the night sky, Sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
With every flicker, the children's eyes, which were originally as clear as pool water, are now burning with fanatical flames, seeming to melt all the cold reality.
Broly felt as if his blood was boiling, as hot as lava, and every heartbeat vibrated inside his body like thunder.
His muscles were like giant trees in a violent storm. As he roared, each muscle twisted and trembled under the force of tension, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the body and challenge all limitations.
His roar cut through the silence, roaring like thunder, shaking the air, shaking the earth, and shaking everyone's heart.
The parents were intimidated by the sudden [war cry], and they subconsciously turned back to look at their sons.
However, the child's originally clear reason and original will have been swallowed up by the sudden and furious fire.
There was only killing, only fighting, and crazy desire in his eyes.
His body is like an ownerless sword, it only knows how to move forward, only knows how to destroy, and only knows how to fight.
This is the madness of the berserker, this is the source of their invincibility, and it is also the endless pain in their hearts. The fire in their bodies is burning, burning everything about them until it burns out.
Puff——
Puff——
Red, hot, and the smell of blood filled the streets.
Broly felt the blood boiling in his body, as if he had been injected with hot molten iron. The powerful force in his veins was like a spring that could not be contained, and terrifying waves burst out along the muscle texture of his body. Power; the blood was boiling and surging inside his body, as if it was about to spurt out from every pore; every heartbeat was like a huge war drum, shaking his whole body.
The Blood God's malicious curse is rooted in the berserker's heart.
This uncontrollable wildness and violence resides within the Vardarson clan like gangrene in the bones, forming a more vicious madness.
The bearer of this curse will only know how to move forward, toward the enemy, toward the war, toward the end of blood and fire.
He will bring disaster to this world, he will bring war to this world, and he will live in endless pain.
When the boiling blood fell silent again, Broly panted like a cub.
His breathing was violent and disorderly, like a beast in the storm. Every breath seemed to be roaring violently, as if he wanted to release all his life force. His teeth were clenched tightly. The lower lip was full of blood bubbles mixed with saliva, dripping down the chin and onto the cold ground, solidifying instantly.
Young Broly's brown eyes were full of confusion and fear, and his hair was wet from the wind and snow, messily sticking to his forehead and cheeks.
The child was wearing a shabby sheepskin coat, his little feet stepped on the snow, but it seemed that he could not touch the ground. His heart was almost frozen, and his whole body stood there stiffly.
His parents, who once loved him, fell at his feet.
Their blood dyed the snow red, and their pupils were wide open, as if they were surprised by their death at this moment.
Their hands reached out to the child, as if they wanted to touch his head at the last moment. However, the God of Death ruthlessly took them away, leaving the child alone to face the world.
The young Broly stared blankly at all this, tears welling up in his eyes but unable to flow out.
He didn’t cry or struggle, he just watched all of this quietly, as if he was watching a nightmare. He couldn't understand or accept it, and his world collapsed at this moment.
He reached out and touched his father's hand. The big hand that once warmed him and comforted him was now cold, hard, and lifeless.
While the mother was still breathing, at that moment when the wild cub went crazy, the father protected the mother, but the ferocious claws and claws instantly penetrated their abdomens.
"Live...down...go..."
These are the last words his mother said to the young Broly, and they are also the "curse" given by his mother to him ".
Snowflakes fell on Broly's eyelashes, and bloody tears dripped from his cheeks after his mother dropped her weak arms.
The wind and snow became more and more fierce, covering up the tragedy of this family.
The surrounding houses were looming in the wind and snow, as if they were unwilling to witness this tragedy.
The bells of Reykjavik Cathedral in the distance came in the cold wind, deep and distant, seeming to be singing an elegy for this human tragedy.
This is Vardarsson Broly, the man who killed his parents and is a born "evil"...
[Only I can see with my own eyes that the old world will forever fall into chaos and war. When the sea water in the world is replaced by blood, and the mountains in the world are covered by Beijing, His heroic name will also be revealed. 】
This is the curse of the Blood God, this is the Meme virus spread by [Ether Monarch].
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Broly sat by the window, staring closely at the distant skyline, the shadow of the past reflected in the deep gaze in his eyes.
Everything around him seemed to have been put behind his mind. His mind was completely immersed in the sea of memories of the past. Every picture that emerged was like a deep scar, triggering something in his heart. of pain.
His fingers unconsciously traced the book titled "Martyrs" in his hand, as if looking for some kind of relief, but no matter what, the pain was like a brand in his heart that refused to go away.
[Beowulf] floated respectfully behind his master.
A wordless silence surrounded the entire prison.
The golden eyes of the blond young man looked at Vardarson Broly quietly, and the other person quickly made his choice.
[Beowulf] handed the white card to Broly, and when Broly held the card in his hand, he had clearly understood the "freedom" the blond young man relied on.
Only the Supreme Divinity can resist the Supreme Divinity, and the eternal evil can indeed erase the curse of the Blood God.
【You choose to join the White camp! 】
[Current number of people in the [Savior] camp: 4]
When Vardarsson Broly decided to join the team
“Welcome to this big, friendly team "Although this team is small, everyone here is a first-class good person, especially me." A bright smile appeared on the handsome face of the blond young man.
Broly, who was wearing a plain robe, slowly stood up and walked step by step in front of the blond young man. His brown eyes looked directly at the handsome young man with a bright smile.
"Your name?"
"Hugh Abraham."
Broly, who was wearing plain robes, nodded, indicating that he remembered the name, and at this time Xia Xiu, who was happy to mention the new coolie, oh, no, he should be the new teammate, subconsciously looked at the book Broly was holding, looking at the words on the ancient book full of traces of time.
"Martyrs" - [Temple Church] - written by St. Valentine.
Isn't this a book written by the First Swordbearer when he was in secular office? This book is quite old. Xia Xiu said secretly in his heart.
"You seem to like this book quite a lot." Xia Xiu said to Broly while looking at "Martyrs".
"Repent and you will gain life." Broly said piously while holding up the book.
When Xia Xiu heard this, he smiled and replied:
"What I like most is: the wages of sin is death."
"So you are the savior." Broly replied without thinking.
“A savior who works for the eternal evil?” Xia Xiu said with a sneer.
“If you are guilty and leave them behind, you will find mercy.”
“Let’s give this mercy to the vampires.”
Xia Xiu shook his head and smiled. He smiled, and then he said bluntly to Broly:
"I need to use your sword, the "ship" of the Vardarson clan; at the same time, I also need you to help me go to the blood-sucking pepper forest in [Smokeless City] to take the lives of two old vampires, where you can unleash your full potential. My own murderous intention.”
Xia Xiu immediately arranged work for the capable employee as soon as he joined the company.
“Do you need [Grendel’s Disaster]?”
Broly asked the blond young man, and at the same time he stretched out his hand and pulled out what he needed from the void. Arms of Destiny - [Grendel's Disaster].
[Grendel's Catastrophe] is a silver long sword, the shining blade is eye-catching; the sword body is made of pure silver, exuding a cold and bright brilliance; the sword body is inlaid with ancient The runes shimmer with mysterious silver light. These runes are engraved on the sword in a smooth and graceful way, seeming to contain ancient power and secrets. There are tiny grooves in the gaps between the runes, like stars in the starry sky. The arrangement is awe-inspiring.
Broly directly handed the silver sword in his hand to Xia Xiu's hand.
The blond young man holds the handle. The handle of the silver long sword is covered with soft silver leather, allowing the holder to hold the handle tightly and control the sword body stably. The leather handle is delicate and comfortable, giving The holder feels safe and in control.
The blond young man raised the silver sword in his hand. The whole sword shone with silvery white light, like the moonlight shining brightly in the dark night. The tip of the sword exuded cold air, as if it could cut the air and penetrate all obstacles.
“This is the sword of heavenly punishment used against the Cain clan.”
[Grendel’s Disaster], the sword is as its name suggests, and ancient deeds and legends are embedded on it—— [Evil Beast Grendel] is an evil creature originating from the Cain family. It breaks away from human society and often kills humans. It also had one of its arms cut off by this long sword, and finally escaped in pain. And died a miserable death in the wilderness.
In game terms, [Grendel's Catastrophe] is an extraordinary weapon with a 300% special attack attribute against vampires. It is also the vampire's celestial sword.
"It doesn't matter if you kill vampires, it's just that the ship you are talking about is not Vardarsson's [Ghost Ship], right?" Broly asked the blond young man playing with the silver sword.
“Well, the [Keel Warship] of the Vardason clan is a [Ghost Ship] as famous as the legendary [Flying Dutchman]. It is with this [Ghost Ship] that Vardason Only then can we sail unhindered in the Sea of Chaos.”
Xia Xiutian shamelessly accepted the sword while continuing to persuade the new operators to work hard to explode their equipment.
(End of this chapter)