(Reviewed the product of Dragon Clan 1, what is the difference between writing the same person and salting fish without copying a little original!) ）

"Father, Loki was killed." A child's voice came from the darkness.

"Father, what are we going to do? Odin declared a rebellion, and almost everyone in the Protoss answered the call. Another child said.

Odin? Norse mythology? Whose children are you all from, is it okay to be so secondary? He rolled over and sat up, but said something else, "Odin's betrayal is part of fate, tell Fenrir and Norton to take their race with them, behind the gods is the will of the world, and we can't fight against it." ”

When did my voice get so deep? He was puzzled.

"Father, let's go." The child whispered, and the voice faded away.

The scene changes in an instant.

There was some darkness around, but there were some oil-filled tree-shaped lampholders, and the burning flames illuminated half of the palace, and he stood on the throne in the firelight, dressed in a dragon robe embroidered with gold thread on a black background, and watched the four children below write at their desks, holding Western quill pens and Eastern wolf pens, and writing hard.

Feed! Why are there two more, and they said okay to go? He wanted to say that, but he didn't.

Naturally, he stepped down from the throne and placed the four bronze jars beside the four children, two of whom raised their heads with panic flashing in their eyes, "Father, the Heroic Spirits have entered the border. ”

, right? It's nothing, how do you know?

But naturally, he said something else: "Send out the edict, and let all the races escape from the maelstrom of this world at all costs." Maybe we'll all die, Fenrir, Constantine, don't be afraid, look at your brothers and sisters. ”

"Not afraid, with my father, not afraid... But why... Don't know what to eat us? If you eat us, the father can break through any cage, even if the world ......," the child said seriously.

What the heck? I don't eat people.

"You're all good food, but that's so lonely, for tens of thousands of years, only the five of us ......are together," he said again, insincerely.

"But it's really sad to die, like being locked up in a dark room, forever and ever, and your hand is outstretched...... But they couldn't touch anything...... If we die, our father's power will be complete. ”

"We are a race betrayed by the world, and the so-called outcasts, sooner or later they will get everything back. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep, and we will still wake up before I can devour the world, rather than trek alone and fall into a peaceful sleep.

I gave you 'eggs', we will recover sooner or later, and those who oppose us will let them die, this is our law! ”

I can't believe that such a cold-blooded word from Zhonger would come out of his mouth.

"Father... Will you eat us when you devour the world? The children all looked up at him, with the same... Expect.

Hey, how much do you want to be eaten!

"Yes, then together we will regain the power of the world, Odin... Or the World Tree...... None of them can stop us. He nodded slightly, his voice revealing a cold and hard majesty.

The children put away their pen and paper, got up, bowed to him, and said, "We are gone, father, goodbye." ”

He wanted to say that I'm not your father, I'm... Who am I? What about my memory? When he was a little confused, he just said casually, "Goodbye, remember to use 'eggs', gods or humans cannot be trusted." ”

It's another strange sentence, headless and brainless.

The children went out of the main hall, and he listened to the footsteps of the four of them farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely, and when he lifted the armrest, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the bronze jars placed under the four tables...... The bronze jar he gave to the children......

They didn't take ......

Suddenly a little frightened, fidgeting, and finally couldn't help but run off the throne and rush out of the store......

He rushed out of the darkness, and the fierce light shone on his dragon robe, not the sun... It's blazing white light and fire!

In the blazing flames, the city crumbled, and the charred figures ran through the fire, mercilessly slashed by the armoured men with their white-lit weapons. Thousands of arrows rained down with meteorites.

- It's hell!

The huge bronze pillars of the gates had been toppled with incredible power, and on them were four words that he had not remembered but could recognize at a glance: the Nibelungen.

In the center of the city, there was a copper pillar that reached to the sky, and four children were nailed to the copper pillar with spears, and the scales on their bodies were falling off, and the whole city was burning them.

-- It's like a great sacrifice!

At the top of the bronze pillar stood a one-eyed man draped in heavy armor and armed with a war spear staring at him.

My heart hurts, it's like a knife is cutting, and it seems that something important has been lost because of his negligence.

He suddenly remembered one thing, yes, it was the father of those children, and he... Bury those children......

"--O-Din!!!!!" He roared at the one-eyed man.

“――！” He sat up jerked up, his eyes open in the morning sun, his breath short, his whole body covered in cold sweat, and the faintly heard clamor of players outside.

[Excited like this, having a nightmare? 】

It is rare for the system to ask in the form of holographic projection.

“…… Old things, not worth mentioning. He calmed himself down and walked to the hotel's own bathroom.

……

"Really...... It sucks. ”

[Spike! 】

The black figure flashed like lightning, the three monsters were reduced to pieces in the scream, and four lizardmen pounced on him, jumping backwards before the opponent's claws approached, his right wrist sticking out, the spinning blade slicing through the data, and a lift jumped the two empty lizardmen into the air, and swung their swords at the remaining two berserk.

【Million Spikes】

The blades of the red afterimage could only be seen flashing like a storm, the monster's HP was decreasing like a stream, and the fallen lizardmen entered the area covered by the sword shadow and were brutally tortured.

Even though the monster had been shattered into data pieces, Nidhogg was still stabbing mechanically in place, venting his bad mood.

Habitually shake off the rebellion and put it in the strap, and the irritable heart wall still has not improved.

"Tsk, looking for a boss in the maze area, the monsters in the wild can't help beating them at all, and they are not even as good as sandbags."

With words that brought tears to the eyes of most of the players, Nidhogg walked towards the tower in the distance.

A day later, a news that shook everyone spread within the second layer.

On the second floor, the customs clearance has been completed!

It is only one day away from the clearance of the first floor.