Lord of War

This is a very modest room.

Not only the decoration of the room, but also the furnishings are very simple and tidy - the room is very small, probably no more than thirty square meters, with only one window. There is a wooden bed on the side near the window. The wooden bed is not only clean, but the bed seems to be replaced and maintained frequently, so it does not emit any old and decayed smell. On the opposite side of the bed, there is a wooden table and two chairs, and a clean tea set is placed on the table.

There is no desk in the room, but there is a rocking chair for the elderly. Beside the rocking chair, there is a huge bookshelf. This huge bookshelf seems a little out of place with the environment of this room, because its scale is so large that even if it is filled with all kinds of books, It also looks a little weird. Far less perfect than a portrait in the room.

The only fly in the ointment is probably that the light in the room is slightly dark, so that the light cannot illuminate the face on the portrait, but only the part below the neck.

However, judging from the exposed part of the portrait, this portrait should be of a woman.

This is a modest room, but also an elegant one.

There was a slight sound of mechanism rotation.

The door was quickly opened.

A gray-haired old man was slowly walking into the room, then walked to the wooden table and sat down, stretched out his hand and began to fiddle with the tea set on the table.

The old man stretched his right hand into the air, and then a strange scene appeared. It seemed that there was a black hole where the old man stretched out his hand, and it easily swallowed the old man's right hand, leaving only a black hole with. However, judging from the old man's expression, he didn't seem to have suffered any harm. Not long after he stretched his hand into the black hole, he stretched out his hand again, but compared with the blank right hand before, there was an extra water bottle at this time.

The old man poured the liquid from the kettle into two teacups on the table.

It was obviously just a small teacup, but the old man's pouring action lasted for a full ten minutes, and he still didn't see the small teacup being filled. On the contrary, the air soon began to fill. A strong bouquet. And when the aroma of the wine became more and more intense, the teacup, which seemed not enough to fit between the teeth, finally began to appear seven or eight points full.

The golden yellow and slightly viscous liquid was shaking in the cup.

It took the old man some more time to fill the two small teacups with the thick golden liquid. Then he lit an alcohol lamp, put a screen on it, and sprinkled some powder made of unknown raw materials, and soon a lavender flame ignited. Immediately afterwards, the old man put the two teacups on the grid, and then began to prepare other things—although it seemed that there were strange materials and everything, and he didn't even know what it was, but it gave people the feeling of being very Great look.

The whole set of manual process is very complicated. From the time the old man entered the room, he has been busy for nearly two hours.

At this point, it seemed that it was finally coming to an end. without

The old man took the two teacups off the screen, extinguished the flames, and then took out a special tin cup. I saw the old man pour the liquid in two teacups into it, the golden liquid that should have been enough to fill a barley wine cup, but at this moment only dropped an amber no bigger than the size of a fingernail - two teacups are two amber.

Afterwards, the old man opened another bottle of wine that seemed to be very old, and poured all the liquid inside into the jug.

In an instant, the liquid in the cup and pot turned golden red, giving off a strange sense of light.

"Come in." After finishing all this, the old man said.

The door was soon opened again.

But this time, it was a middle-aged man who stepped in.

He has a very burly figure, so that when he stepped into the door, he had to turn his body sideways, then bowed his waist, and carefully "squeezed" in.

The man had a head of gray hair, and the ends of the hair hanging down the back of his head were tied into a dozen small braids, and all kinds of rare gems that could no longer be excavated in the world were wrapped around it. There is a scar on his right eye, which spread from the upper eyebrow and crossed the right eye. Perhaps the scar has been left for a long time, so this scar is very shallow, except for his tightly closed right eye. Probably impossible to recover.

"Kraken, you always come here at the right time." The old man glanced at the burly middle-aged man, and then said with a smile.

"It's better to come early than to come at a good time." The middle-aged man named Kraken smiled back, then walked to the wooden table, stretched out his hand to pull the chair away, and sat on the ground without hesitation - his height is too tall So much so that even if he was sitting on the ground, he could basically look at the old man at the same level, "The temptation of the blood, the last time I drank this wine was six hundred years ago... You haven't come back to this room for almost six hundred years Bar."

"According to the time, it still passed quite quickly." The old man thought about it for a while, and then he said with a smile, "The survivors of the battle of the gods are only a few old bones left....Unfortunately, No more drink with Babylon."

"Miss Jibril made it herself, there is probably no room for maneuver." Kraken picked up the cup of divine blood that the old man poured into the goblet for him, and then carefully picked it up and took a sip. There was room for intoxication, "Babylon, this time I played too far."

"Then what are your plans?" the old man asked.

"Me?" Kraken shook, first took a sip of the temptation of the blood carefully, his eyes narrowed in relief, and he spoke again after a long time: "I don't have any plans.... I swore allegiance to Jibril back then Miss, now I have naturally fulfilled this promise. The Black and White Holy Land has been closed by me, and before this incident is over, those guys who went to the alien plane through the Black and White Holy Land will not be able to return."

"Many people will die." The old man sighed faintly.

"Yes, many people will die." Kraken nodded, "But you are also responsible for this matter."

"I know." The old man nodded, "If I hadn't been away for so long, the academy wouldn't have become like this, letting Babylon's hand reach out.... But if this matter really counts, all of us There are responsibilities that cannot be shirked. Including... Lady Jibril."

"Miss can't reason with you." Kraken let out a hearty laugh.

"I know." The old man also showed a kind smile, "Asari also appeared, and it seems that he chose Lady Jibril.... I was really worried before, if Asari also betrayed Jibril If Master Lil, then..."

"He is the judge. Even if the whole world betrays Miss Jibril, Asari will not." Kraken smiled, "Just like me. He will always be Miss Jibril's shield and sword, I will block all harm for her, and I will also tear all enemies who try to harm Miss... to shreds."

The old man kept silent, just drinking the divine blood in the cup quietly.

And Kraken didn't speak anymore, and also drank the wine in the glass.

There is a strange leisurely atmosphere in the room.

"Okay, I'm going to see the land ruled by Babylon. Those little guys will definitely rise up and make trouble after they find out that Babylon is missing." The cup was gently placed on the wooden table, and he smiled at the old man, "Da'an, I don't want to be your enemy....Do you understand what I mean?"

The old man named Da'an raised his head slightly, his eyes were different pupils as bright as the starry sky - it was as if the entire galaxy was contained in his pupils. He just stared at Kraken like this, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Ah, it doesn't matter if you don't understand." Kraken scratched his head with a smile, still with that cheerful look, "As long as you stay quietly in this room until this matter is resolved.  …Here Before, don't leave this room. I said that, do you understand?"

"You know everything?" Da'an sighed.

"Know what?" Kraken tilted his head and smiled, "Did you design to frame Locke and make him a puppet of Babylon? Or did you hide behind and manipulate everything so that Da Blaise was severely excluded and assassinated, and finally Have to seek refuge in Babylon? Or... you give hints to your students who have been honed on the alien plane, so that they all come back to Babylon?"

"You know everything?"

"Don't forget my duty and identity." Kraken sighed softly, "Miss Jibril didn't look for you, just because she didn't think you were destined to die. Everything on this floating island, It's impossible to hide it from Miss Jibril, so... Da'an, I hope you don't want to die, I really don't want to be your enemy."

"If I die, you won't be able to drink the temptation of the blood." Da'an smiled.

"It's a reason." Kraken shrugged. "But more importantly, I don't want the only four left back then to be just me and Asali."

Hearing Kraken's words, Da'an was stunned for an instant.

In the battle against the gods, they were not the only five of them. In that war, where no records can be found today, countless geniuses and heroes were actually born, but it is a pity that too many people died in that cruel war. After the war ended, many people chose to part ways with Jibril because of differences in ideas.

In the end, there were only four people who stayed behind and continued to follow Jibril.

Daan Fowles Manu was the first to feel Jibril's aura and call to become the first genius to master magic in the Twilight Era. The star technique he created is the most important core and foundation of star magic in the Miracle Continent today. In the glorious era of Ragnarok, he was called the Sage of the Stars by the Jibril camp because he possessed very advanced divination skills. Since the end of the Ragnarok battle, she has followed Jibril to become the headmaster and guardian of the Floating Holy Academy.

Kraken, the second person who won the title of Godslayer in the Battle of Ragnarok, once seized the power of all the blood of the Mad God, and personally tore up the Godhead of the Mad God, so that there is no such thing as the Mad God in the world anymore. clergy. He is one of Jibril's most steadfast followers. He calls himself Jibril's sword and shield. Kill, as the monitor and guardian of the black and white holy land of the floating library.

Babylon Babel, the person who brought endless darkness to the surviving gods at the end of the Ragnarok campaign. He used to be a member of the gods, but at the beginning of the battle of Ragnarok, he took refuge in Jibril, opened the central door of the Dawn God Court, and was the indirect murderer who caused the fall of the goddess of magic. Among them is the name of evil god. However, after taking refuge in Jibril, he abandoned his identity as a god, voluntarily became a mortal, and began to study the magic brought by Jibril with great concentration. Guardian of the Tower of Babel of Magic of Babylon.

Asali Nars, another of Jibril's most steadfast followers, is called the Judge Asari. He once slashed the God of Judgment and seized his godhead, which is the root cause of the emergence of the four gods of fairness, justice, integrity, and contract in today's world. He is taciturn and does not have a great sense of presence in Jibril's camp , but once he chooses to make a move, it is often a sea of ​​corpses and blood. It was also because of this that Jibril made him the guardian of the floating chamber.

These four people, together with Jibril, constituted the peak combat power of the entire floating library, and it was also the root cause that all outside forces dared not provoke.

But now, Babylon Babel has obviously betrayed Jibril, and Daan Fowles Manu is an accomplice. As the Kraken who had the best relationship with Daan, he naturally feels a little uncomfortable. If possible, he really didn't want to be on the opposite side with Da'an, because he knew very well that once the camps between the two sides were hostile, even if his subordinates let Da'an off, Jibril would not let him go.

Without looking at his old friend, Kraken turned around and carefully "squeezed" out of the room.

The moment Kraken left the room, his body was already covered by a set of dark blue heavy armor, and in his right hand was a giant sword over three meters long, engraved with countless golden runes.

A violent divine power erupted from Kraken's body in an instant. This terrifying aura full of tyranny and majesty made Da'an involuntarily fall into contemplative memories. He lightly stroked the goblet in his hand, and after a slight sigh, he drank the wine in one gulp: "Why... is it so different from the future I saw five hundred years ago?... Have the preparations for five hundred years been wrong?" 『To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to ◤First ◢ to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read here. 』【】