The boundless darkness slowly descended on the plains of Coron, accompanied by the seeping sound of the wind howling in the abyss in front of him. Alan listened to the wind roaring like a demon, and looked at the ugly and hideous abyss on the plain with no end in sight.www.biquge.info

"Boy, we have found nothing from our morning search, so why waste our time here, the wine in the hall is waiting to clear us of our troubles. Sir Bernie fiddled with the garnet on the hilt of his sword with some impatience.

Alan was indifferent to Sir Bernie's rudeness. As the second son of the Longman family, he deserves respect, and Bernie Bull is not pandering to him, and he has always treated him in this tone, and he is used to it.

"Yesterday was my fifteenth year naming day, and I'm not a kid anymore, Sir Bernie. Alan turned to Sir Bernie and argued, even he found such reasons unconvincing to Sir Bernie.

Sir Bernie still looked dismissive, "Oh yes, it's fifteen naming day, that's not a little kid who believes in unfounded dreams and drags a bunch of us around early in the morning." ”

"That dream is true, I saw in my dream that the plains were torn apart by darkness, and the flames that erupted from the abyss devoured all life, and all around were charred corpses, and Alger and Sir you were consumed by the flames. "I don't know why, speaking of this, Allen's back is inexplicably cold.

Sir Bernie turned to the horses, "Boy, what if the earthquake of last night had cracked the plains, and your brother and I are still alive, which is enough to show that your damned dreams are false." Now all I know is that if you don't go back, we'll only be left with the northwest wind for dinner, and if we're lucky, we'll have a few bones that haven't been fed to the dogs. He spat into the abyss beside him, looking at Alan with his peripheral vision, apparently his patience had reached its limit.

My dream is real, Alan thought to himself. He didn't intend to argue with Bernie Bull again, just took a deep look at the abyss that had disturbed him.

"I hope you're right, Sir Bernie. ”

Sir Bernie didn't say anything, but mounted himself and beckoned the guards to leave. Alan didn't dare to stop, and stepped into the saddle and chased after everyone.

The fierce cold wind brought by the galloping fast horses was even more bitterly cold on the winter plains. The cloak on Alan's shoulders rattled and whipped against his body, his teeth clenching even in his hard leather armor. As the path ahead shifted, a gray-black fortress came into view. The castle is a great beast on the plains, it is huge and strong, and the years have left countless marks on its gray skin, but it still stands here, guarding one side. At this moment, the castle was brightly lit, and the stars dotted the silent night, as if the scales of the night could not pass it and invade the north.

Finally back to Black Iron Castle. Alan looked at the flags fluttering on the castle, and his restless heart also had a little comfort. The dark red banner is inlaid with black swords and black shields that cross together, forming the family crest of the Longman family that has been passed down for thousands of years. The Longman family is warlike by nature and strong on the battlefield, but of course they only fight for justice and glory, and their ethnic language is a reflection of their character: to die for battle, and never to retreat.

Allen has been taught this way since he was a child, but the "Longman characteristics" that have been carried for countless years in history have not been infused into his body and mind. He never liked fights and wars, and his swordsmanship was far from that of his brother Alger. This was one of the reasons why Sir Bernie was unkind to him and even disgusted with him, and his father was cold to him for this.

Alan seems out of place here, but this is his home, and as long as he is in it, Alan will have a sense of security.

Eren jumped off his mount, and his thoughts carried him through the city gates, and soon he came to the door of the hall. Alan took a deep breath and pushed open the large wooden door.

The middle-aged man who was in a high position in the hall looked at Alan who entered the hall lightly. His hair and beard clinging to his cheeks were a little gray, but they only accentuated his fortitude and majesty. He was none other than Abraham Longman, Lord of Blackiron and the father of Allen.

"But what happened?" asked Abraham, putting down the utensils in his hand.

"Father, the earthquake has opened a bottomless abyss in the plain of Coron, which I estimate to have covered almost half of the plain, but fortunately there have been no casualties in the area we have searched. Alan replied respectfully.

"I mean, what happened to your dreams?"

Alan glanced at Bernie Bull, who had torn off a honey-roasted leg of lamb and eaten it as soon as he entered the door, and replied, "My dream may be just a coincidence, and there is no point in verifying it." ”

Abraham nodded, "I hope so." ”

After answering his father's words, Alan sat down beside Alger, raised a glass of spiced wine with cloves and cinnamon and heated and pecked lightly, the rich aroma and sweetness poured into his mouth, and his slightly stiff face, which was slightly stiffened by the cold wind, was slightly soothed.

"You may be acting stupidly, but my father and I are glad that you are not just a kitten hiding in the castle, after all, this is the first time you have taken the initiative to go on patrol. Alger whispered with a smile, spinning a blueberry in his hand.

Alan smiled back, "Yes, but I can't be like you and my father anymore." It is easy to fight for principles, but it is difficult to live for the demands of principles. You and your father can overcome difficulties, but I can't. ”

"That's true. Alger agreed.

Alger was only two years older than Ellen, but they rarely talked to each other, and even the deep blood ties didn't bring them any closer.

The dinner was very rich, but it could not dispel the terrible nightmare that haunted Allen's heart. Alan casually drank some thick soup made with beef, potatoes, and onions, ate two pieces of bread, and went back to his room.

Since returning to the city, a voice has always echoed in his head: "Dreams can solve your doubts." ”

Looks like I'm really stupid, Alan thought, his eyelids slowly closed, and the exhaustion of the day and the annoying sound made him groggy and sleepy.

The heat of the flames burned his skin, and Eren was already standing on the wall when he opened his eyes. In the abyss miles ahead of the Black Iron Castle, endless flames erupted like madness, turning the sky into a blood-red color. Yes, it was blood, but the terrible temperature caused the plants on the plains to be set on fire, and the sound of crackling was their howl, and the plains turned into purgatory on earth.

A whirlwind of flames and billowing smoke eroded the Black Iron Castle, and familiar faces were mercilessly engulfed by the flames.

It's all real, Alan doesn't dare to be in a daze, running around, his eyes are constantly looking around, there are charred corpses everywhere, he tries to find Alger and his father.

However, he found only two corpses - one of Sir Bernie Bull's, as the garnet on the hilt of his sword was silently attestified, and the other was undoubtedly Alger's combination of body and last night's dream.

"Long live Black Iron Castle!" Father's voice sounded in the distance. Eren ran over in two, but he couldn't stop anything but watch his father's strong body slowly fade away in the flames of hell.

"Father—" Alan shouted, but no one answered.

A pitch-black crow fanned its pitch-black wings and flew and circled in the leaping flames, scattering a little of the flames. In a moment, it slowly landed on Alan's shoulder. It shook its head from side to side, its hoarse voice piercing and unpleasant, "Your brother will die, your father will die, and everyone who stays in Black Iron Castle will die, except you, except you!"

"No—" Alan yelled hoarsely.

The raven flew again, "Prophetic dreams, prophetic dreams, you will witness the twilight, you will witness the dawn......!

The crow's words left him at a loss, and in the blink of an eye the crow swooped down, its sharp beak pecking at his forehead. The pain melted away like ice and snow, leaving only the hard, gray-black walls.

Alan wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh, "It's a dream...... No, how can it be so hot!"

The sudden rise in the heat of the Black Iron Castle in winter made Allen's heart beat wildly, and he hurriedly put on his leather armor and ran to the city wall, praying that everyone was safe.

The streets were filled with fear and panic, and twenty or thirty guards were there trying to maintain order and get everyone to go home.

"Doomsday...... The end has come......

"Don't talk nonsense, the Black Iron Castle is unbreakable......"

The jumbled words made Alan's mind dizzy, and his heart twitched violently and almost burst open his chest.

Dawn is approaching at its darkest hour, and the hundreds of steps seem extraordinarily long. When he climbed the wall with a heap, he saw his father, Alger, and Sir Bernie Bull standing there.

Luckily, it was just a stupid dream. Alan's hanging heart was about to return to his chest, but the flames rising in the distance told him that it was not a dream.

The bottomless abyss with no edge in sight kept venting its anger to the outside, and all plants and animals screamed in bright red. Alan seemed to hear the cries of children, the screams of women, the roars of men, the neighing of cattle and sheep...... with the screams of the land.

"This must be a dream, this must be a dream...... Alan admonished himself over and over again.

The boundless sea of fire began to condense and contract in the air, filling the flame of tangible matter with texture. Soon a monstrous demon with flame-stirring wings and a body forged by flames appeared above the abyss. At this moment, it seemed to have become the only one between heaven and earth, and the vibrating giant wings made the flames of the prairie even more raging.

A voice that could not distinguish between man and woman exploded in everyone's ears, "I am Asolus, the evil god who rules the fire of hell and the spirits of the dead, and you are the lowly things that exist in this heaven and earth to defile them. Now, I will purify this world and return the world under my rule to immaculate cleanliness!"

The demon bared a large mouth of sharp jagged teeth, as if with a strange smile. Its right arm was half-raised, its razor-like index finger drawing circles out of thin air, and the endless flames around it were condensed again under its command.

Abraham faced an enemy he had never met before, and his face still had calm and fortitude on his face, "Trebuchet, release!" The sound was thunderous.

Looking at Abraham, who did not give up resistance, the demon pointed forward with the index finger of his right hand, and the whirlwind of fire burned the boulder with a roar from the abyss.

Eren wanted to warn everyone, but it was too late.

The crowd hurriedly dodged, but Alger, Sir Bernie Bull, and more than a dozen guards dodged without hurrying, and turned into corpses just like Allen's dream.

Alan knelt on the hard floor in despair, everything was over, he didn't think that mortals had room to struggle in front of the evil gods. No one believed in his dreams, and all he could do now was close his eyes and wait for death.

However, the next round of flame attacks did not come, and there was only the angry voice of the evil god, "Damn the Nine Holy Spirits, if you can't intervene in the human world head-on, you will use a barrier to block my progress?!A hundred years, what's the use of you blocking me for a hundred years? Even if I don't come to the world in person, don't think that the human world will be safe and sound in this hundred years!"

Alan gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, only to see a pale golden light flashing in front of the Black Iron Castle, and the evil god in the distance was covered with golden light and began to become bright and uncertain, but his strange smile was still in the air.

"Get up, my legion of the undead, and let these ants enjoy the torment of despair!" the evil god shouted, his vanishing claws slamming forward.

As soon as the words fell, the charred corpses on the flooded plain staggered to their feet, and let out a low roar and rushed wildly towards the Black Iron Castle.

Alger, Sir Bull, and the dead guards also stood, and Alan could see no familiar faces, only a faint blue flame that danced happily in his charred and pale white pupils. They picked up swords and spears, and slew their former compatriots with a speed not inferior to that of their former compatriots.

Alger lunged at Allen, who knew that this was no longer his brother, and all he could do was send him to rest. Alan drew his sword in his right hand, picked up the charred wooden shield on the ground with his left hand, and turned his right body slightly to the side, his eyes fixed on Alger. He never won against Alger, and he didn't have a good relationship with him...... But now he had to kill Alger. He may not be able to do it, but he must do it, he is stupid, but he is sober. This is his brother, and he does not want to see his brother hurt others, nor does he want his brother to die at the hands of others.

"Let's wrap it up. Alan muttered.

Eren took the initiative to attack, and the two long swords collided with the sparks flying in the air, and Eren held the shield in his left hand and slammed forward. Perhaps after his death, Alger was left with only primitive instincts, and he was easily knocked off balance by Allen. Eren immediately slashed his neck with his sword, and the long sword sank down a foot at most, but ordinary people who were already dead would not. Alger let out a sharp roar, and the sword slashed at the wooden shield, and the slag flew away in an instant, and the wooden shield became in half.

Alan tried to draw his sword, but Alger threw Alan aside with his left arm.

The sharp sword magnified in Allen's eyes, but it still can't be done, Allen has a bitter look on his face. Suddenly, the sword stopped, and Alger's head rolled at his feet.

"Decapitate all the corpses!" Alan heard Abraham's voice and saw a glint in his eyes.

The raven's words once again lingered in Allen's mind, "Everyone in Black Iron Castle will die, except for you......"

"No," Alan muttered, "I'm not going to let my father die!"

A touch of firmness that had never been felt before appeared on Allen's fifteen-year-old face, and he grabbed Abraham's right arm and shouted: "Father, my dream is true, take everyone away, or you will die!"

Abraham didn't reply, just looked at him with his cold eyes. After a long time, he put the long sword into the scabbard and said lightly: "Alan, do you remember the ethnic language of our Longman family?"

Alan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Die for battle, never retreat." ”

"Very well, the people of the Longman family never give in and retreat on the battlefield. The current situation also does not allow anyone to flee, and one more people are killed. You're shaking the hearts of the military, you're cowardly......"

Alan wanted to defend something, a cold had already penetrated his left chest before he could speak, and the hot liquid was drip down the leather armor that infected the gray and black ground, but soon the liquid was evaporated by the heat, leaving only a little red spot.

Watching his father pull the dagger out of his left chest, he slowly fell. There was no resentment in his heart, only tears in his eyes. His heart grew on the right side, and he knew it, and Abraham knew it. As Abraham stabbed him in the chest with a dagger, the two words he whispered became his eternal memory, "You're right, I'm sorry I didn't believe you." "But Longman will not back down, for the sake of honor and for more people to survive...... You live. ”

"Hand over the body of this coward to the Bachelor to dispose of, the coward is not qualified to be buried in Longman's cemetery. Abraham called out to the guards.

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The evil god is coming, and the twilight of mankind is quietly descending with blood and war. History calls this 100-year expedition the "Age of Blood and Fire". Whether humanity will ever see the light of dawn again, no one knows.