Will Asgard still be spared?

Apparently Hohenheim has a deeper understanding of the issue than the average member of Asgard. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"They're already on their way. "As the actual ruler of Asgard now, Hohenheim naturally has channels to learn about Su Junyan's movements.

So, the rumors in Asgard City are not unfounded.

Of course, this is not to say that Su Junyan has more influence in Asgard than they imagined.

In fact, after the purge of the Patriarchs, there was no other voice in Asgard, and everyone was absolutely loyal to Augustine and to the Templars.

There is no possibility of betrayal.

It can only be said that the current situation in Asgard is so grim that the defeat not long ago has allowed some people of insight to analyze the next move of those similar people on the other side of the sea.

And, the Asgardians are now greatly unconfident.

"With our current strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stop Su Junyan. "In the middle of the great central dogma of the church, the night tower of Xiximen sat in the side seat, and the whole person looked extremely depressed.

He has rarely been seen in the Templars for more than 200 years, especially after Hohenheim took power, and he has hardly stepped into the Templars.

But now, when he is like a candle in the wind, he still came to the Holy Hall, and after letting go of his obsession with martial arts, he also let go of his insistence on the pride of the past.

He still has a heart for this race and wants to contribute to the end of his life.

He knew he was going to die.

A martial artist, if the martial arts are cut off, then even if the body function is extremely strong like Ximen Yelou, in fact, a person who can live for a long time will also age rapidly and die in a very short time.

Before a person dies, he often wants to do something that he will regret for the rest of his life, and something that he will never regret for the rest of his life.

Regret the things he has done.

Although after returning from the First World War on the East Coast, Li Batmo disappeared, and maybe he would not be able to see Li Balmo again before he died, but at least, he could feel that Li Batmo still existed in this world with his inheritance, and no matter what happened in the future, at least, his legacy would always be passed on.

And now he is going to do that thing that he will never regret for the rest of his life.

What is it, if you do it, you can't regret it for the rest of your life?

Falling in love with someone?

Kill someone?

Or, to die completely?

"With our current strength, even if Su Junyan doesn't come, if we don't get enough supplies, in three months, the entire people of Asgard will die. When Hohenheim said this, he seemed incredibly calm, as if he were saying something that was perfectly normal.

"He's here, and he's just speeding things up. ”

"......" Ximen Yelou was silent, and for a long time, he slowly stood up, "I'll go see Su Mubai." ”

Su Mubai is a very key person, he is Su Junyan's father, the former king of the Northland, theoretically, he is enough to restrain Su Junyan, as well as the army of the Northland under his command.

"No need. Hohenheim took off his brand-new gold-rimmed glasses, wiped them gently, and said, "I've been to see him." ”

"His son wanted to kill him. ”

One, absolutely bad news.

So, there is no way out.

Only...... That way.

Ximen Yelou thought of this, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, originally, he came today for that incident, what else is there to be lucky?

"I go to see Your Excellency. He said, very calmly, no one knows if he was very turbulent in his heart when he said this.

Hohenheim didn't know either.

"Are you sure?" Hohenheim didn't know the mood of the West Gate Night Tower, but he knew the meaning of what the West Gate Night Tower was doing.

Once this decision is made, many things can no longer be avoided.

"Sometimes I think that maybe all these years of ambition are just a pipe dream. Ximen Yelou sighed, he was really an old man, and even his back, which was always upright in the past, seemed rickety, "Even if I was once powerful and could open the world, I can't escape aging and death after all." ”

With that, he turned around and walked deeper into the Sanctuary, where the entrance to the final dogma was located.

"When did you find out?" Hohenheim's voice came from behind him, and it seemed a little ethereal.

"I knew back then, before Su Mubai left, he came to me, and he told me everything. Ximen Yelou stood at the door, thought for a while, and said, "I don't know what to think, maybe I don't want to succumb to Su Mubai, and I don't believe it very much, so I didn't go with him." ”

"Later, many years passed, and I began to grasp the origin of the power of this world, and I knew that what Su Mubai said should be true. ”

"But so what?"

"My life was given to him by the saints, and if he wanted it, I would give it to him, and, in fact, I have already figured it out, Asgard, from the very beginning, was a mistake. ”

"Now it's time for this mistake to come to an end, and maybe it would be nice to do that way?"

"At least...... You might still be able to see the real Demon Seed King in the world, right?"

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, without any intention of staying.

"Simon ......" Hohenheim's voice, this time, actually trembled a little.

"Huh?" The voice of the West Gate Night Tower was also a little dull.

"We've known each other for so many years, do you think there's anything wrong with me?"

"Nope. Ximen Yelou thought for a while and said.

"Have I ever done anything to be sorry for you?"

“...... You shouldn't have asked me to kill my brother. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

The sound of footsteps is fading away.

One last word.

"Simon, are we friends?"

He said this very lightly, and the Ximen Night Tower had already gone far.

The person being asked is unlikely to answer, and the questioner doesn't really want an answer.

In the empty central dogma, Hohenheim put on his round, shiny gold-rimmed glasses again, his hands crossed, his arms resting on the long black rock wood bench.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses are eyes that are deep without any fluctuations.

On this night, a man died.

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The second more.

At the end of each book, there are always many people who die, not because of my bad taste, but because of many people, only death is the destination.