What should a person who has lost power? It's probably no more than a caged finch.

It wasn't the first time Adolfina had been imprisoned in Hydra's prison, but it seemed to her memories that it had been many, many years ago when she was still in prison as she is today, when her eyes were still the most intoxicating burgundy, and even more, she still had the indelible childishness of a girl, and at that time, the steel city was just a ruin.

Like countless daughters of the wasteland, she seldom recalls the past, for the past was full of blood and dirt, and in exchange for a piece of bread to satisfy their stomachs, to be close to the fire for warmth, they could only give for themselves, and in most dreams, it was probably a dream that they longed for.

In the darkness, she examined her hands, without an inch, without bars, even if she was as strong as her, she still had no vision. These hands are indeed extremely white and silky, and these hands have also pulled the trigger countless times, pierced the chests of countless people, and twisted the necks of countless people, otherwise, her hands were not washed by the blood of others, but melted by her own blood and tears.

She naturally remembered the days in Area F, those days when she wore black wool cloaks and shuttled through the market, the grass people were like ants climbing and weaving, and as far as the eye could see, how could she see a slender and thin woman? Between the markets, can there be warm storage? The daughters of the displaced people who have worked so hard to enter the besieged city, their youth is empty, and this city wall is probably really a besieged city.

She will also think of the black wall, inside the white wall, the maple trees, those women are indeed as outsiders say, white skirts are proud, where will time stop forever, as powerful as her, she must also cover her face, before she has to run into the Twin Towers Library, maybe every girl can find her sweetheart here, but after all, her sweetheart is not the person around her. She couldn't bring a book with her, and she couldn't keep it all night.

"Squeak." The door opened again, and Adolfina had thought about most of her life in a stagnant time, she was certainly not more than sixteen years old, she was never a maiden, she was a woman from the day she stepped into the wilderness, not a maiden in wings.

"It's time." Melissa said.

"It seems that you and I are nothing more than victims." Adolfina got up and allowed Melissa to blindfold her with the black cloth.

……

Simon picked up the butt of the gun and smashed the skull of a hyena, and then tried to smash it with a backhand, but he was struck

Firmly clamped the wrist, and the left wheel gnawed away with a large piece of flesh. He kept running, and he saw Glatham of Hydra, the dragon-shaped neon sign that lit the way.

He looked down at the road ahead, knowing that once he fell once, even once, he wouldn't have the strength to get back up again. Simon naturally remembered the boy who was poisoned by Adolfina's glass of wine, and if it weren't for the oath, how could the child he had never met risk his life to cross the moat and go to the next purgatory to seek a slim hope? Or did you end up dying under another gambling contract?

Reincarnation is here, approximately.

He often wondered if three gunshots would help a medical officer like Juliana who volunteered to go to the front line to her hometown after her body was returned to her hometown. Will there be a convoy of cars that will turn on the headlights to send her home, and whether there will be a solemn officer escorting her all the way to a peaceful place? So on that coffin, how many medals should be placed?

More than once he used alcohol to kill his sorrows, and deceived himself that it was all true, until one day he walked into the camp headquarters, and the paperwork was full of mountains of death notices. "If it is really three shots for each of the five million soldiers, it is 15 million rounds of ammunition, and the country does not need to spend this money." The clerk said.

The void purple line lies ahead.

……

The auditorium was sparsely populated, and people alike and embarrassed watched as Adolfina Morfina stood in front of the red carpet in the middle of the auditorium, led by the Regent. His Highness Hydra looked up at the crucifixes of Christ, the cross and the saints, who formed the basis of the stability of this world, and which are still comforting to this day, and that alone is enough to be passed on to the world.

There was also a man standing under the icon, like a military wedding, and the general of Harrisburg, with his thick lips slanted upward, waiting for his bride, a stone's throw away, under the witness of Christ, they were united forever, and under the light of Christ, they entered the kingdom of heaven.

The Historian of the Lineage behind the icon looked at Adolfina as she arrived, dipped in purple ink, the purest of the Hydra, but also witnessing the joys of the churches, some of which she wanted and some of which she didn't care. She lifted a pen to be in the blood

A new stroke has been added to the history books.

Adolfina Morfin, married to ......

His Highness Hydra stepped on the red carpet, and the sound of the rain beating on the dome of the Great Hall seeped into it, and the back and forth became a pleasant music, Melissa placed Adolfina on the left side of the icon, facing the general of Harrisburg with a cold look of indifference, and sat reflexively on the first row of benches, which was still empty, which belonged to His Majesty Hydra who had not returned for a long time.

On Melissa's left, there was no one, and on the right, the old man in Toga's robe met Melissa's gaze. "If she doesn't want it, it's a legacy of her own."

"Do you want me to put her to death?"

"Yes."

"No one is above the divine rules, not even the creator, and since Hydra has been rewarded, he naturally has to pay the price."

The red carpet came to an end, the black cloth covered the world, and she tilted her head slightly, looking sideways at the bloodline historian. The latter only sighed for a moment, then took her hand, and the general of Harrisburg unceremoniously took Adolfina's hand and said, "My dear, I still have you. ”

The candle flame is lit, red and purple are always the main tones of Hydra, and in it, there should be no mortal thoughts. Adolfina was at the mercy of a marionette, and until this point, Simon couldn't come, probably really couldn't. From now on, there is one less item of her personal property. Adolfina repeated the oath with the Historian of the Lineage. "Joining forces with you, isn't it possible to be separated from birth, old age, sickness and death? In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch......"

"I do." The general in Harrisburg said loudly.

……

The purple line had crossed, the barking of the dogs had come to an abrupt end, and the trickle had converged in front of the pond that had been consciously or unintentionally stacked in front of Glatheham, and in the ripples of the water, he could see the moment of his watch by a glimmer of light, and the dawn was still slow. Simon walked by, and in the reflection he saw a bone-deep face, and there was no good flesh, but he still arrived here.

This is the final step.

The bell rang and filled the light of the Lord, and under his gaze, there was nothing to hide. Above the towers, in the thunderclouds, there is always a Creator watching over every one of his people, more or less.

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