This wordless confrontation didn't last long, and with Old Vardarson letting out a sigh of exhaustion, he said to Xia Xiu:

"I'm old enough that even if I knew many things, I couldn't do anything about them; We are indeed afraid of the new era, and Broly has all the bad karma of the berserkers in his body, and the reason why he did not die is because if he did, the curse would be wrapped around the clan again, and we had to make a choice. ”

In response to Old Valdarson's answer, Xia Xiu looked at the [Dacia Prison] behind him and replied with a sneer:

"The trade-off is to build a prison like this, and then hold high the banner of dedication and righteousness for the sinner to stay in it for the rest of his life, and this prison will never be empty, because this guilt will be passed down from generation to generation."

The blonde young man looked at the vicissitudes of life on his back, his eyes as bright as the scorching sun with wordless contempt.

"Are you imprisoning criminals, or are you guilty of the sins of your own hearts?"

“········” Old Vardarson was silent.

"You should see the eternal evil that haunts me, then you should know the purpose of my trip. Berserkers shouldn't be able to close their eyes and hear things that they don't know about the interpretation, after all, there are many berserkers who have participated in similar things in the past. I will take Broly out and give him the right to redeem himself,"

After the blonde youth finished speaking, he walked straight towards the interior of the [Dacia Prison], and the old Valdarson looked at the back of the blonde youth, and the hand holding the cane tightened and tightened, and a look of struggle appeared on his old face.

"Harm—"

At last, old Valdarson sighed helplessly, and the breath that had been carried poured out of his chest, and with this breath, his back became heavier as if pressed by something invisible, and his figure became more and more rickety.

****

Inside the Dacia Prison.

Xia Xiu didn't feel anything about Old Vardarson's compromise.

The other party made a wise choice, if the other party tried to prevent him from freeing Broly, then it would inevitably evolve into a "young guy beating a centenarian", which sounds very bad.

When Xia Xiu stepped into the prison, a cold air rushed towards him, he subconsciously pulled the scarf around his neck, the delicate towel was pulled to his chin, and he spat hot air on the scarf.

The weather in Reykjavik can be unpredictable, and the seasons can change in a single day, so there is a local proverb: "If you don't like the weather in Reykjavik, wait five minutes." ”

However, the temperature here is obviously too different from the temperature outside, and this is not a climate difference that can be achieved in five minutes.

Xia Xiu's golden eyes had been quietly erected at this time, and his golden eyes like snake pupils began to carefully examine everything around him.

Nestled in a rugged and icy place, this prison is a place dedicated to the detention of berserker sins.

Once he stepped here, he would be eroded by endless darkness and cold, just like Xia Xiu now, and if it weren't for the night vision ability that [Heavenly Lock Pupil] brings, it would be difficult for him to walk freely in a pitch-black cave.

He began to walk down the only passage in the prison.

It is an ancient and solemn stone prison with traces of the historic past.

The prison is surrounded by endless snow and ice, accompanied by the roar of the cold wind and fury, as if the anger and struggle of the berserkers are embodied here; The interior of the cave is a dead silence, which contrasts sharply with the howls of the wind and snow outside.

The stone walls are tall and heavy, covered with thick moss and frost, condensing the vicissitudes of time.

Soon, Xia Xiu came to a gate.

The door is closed, giving people a feeling of oppression, as if it is not only the body but also the soul that is enclosed in it.

"The Gate of Toshlunda's Brass Plate, there are not too many taboos on it, and it seems that they are not worried about sinners escaping." Xia Xiu looked at the sculpture on the stone door and muttered to himself.

In front of him stood a large gate, on which was carved a copper plate painting and a poem.

The bronze plate depicts a berserker followed by a god armed with a lightning spear, wearing an eagle helmet and riding an eight-legged horse.

And the poem on the door reads:

"You bloodthirsty things, I'll ask the berserkers,

Those strong heroes, those heroes who stepped into battle,

How are they being treated?

And they called them the ones clothed in wolf's clothing,

A shield covered in blood,

Carrying blood-stained spears, they entered the battlefield—"

This is the [Harald's poem] in praise of the berserkers.

The blond youth just glanced at it, then stretched out his hands on the door, his hands and feet covered with red thaumaturgical circuits.

[Light Servant Thaumaturgical Circuit Type III Activated!] ]

Whoa—

The heavy door was quickly pushed open by Xia Xiu, and he stepped into the door with his feet raised.

Stepping into the door, an aura that was several times colder than the outside rushed towards him, which was full of grief and despair.

This is the real interior of the prison.

Pedal Pedal –

Xia Xiu's feet slowly stepped on the ground, and the entire prison resounded with dull footsteps.

The interior of Dacia Prison is made of rough rock, cold and hard, showing a temperatureless rigidity.

It was dim and hazy, with shadows hanging around the prison.

The hallway was long and deep, with a faint light coming out of the cells on either side.

Under this light, there are those berserkers who should be like wolves on the battlefield.

Their figures were dimly lit, sitting silently in the corner, their hands clasped on their knees, they had become stone statues, their eyes had long since lost their original fervor and ferocity, replaced by deep frustration and silence.

These are the "sinners" of the ages.

One generation passes, and another generation comes, but sin endures forever.

Xia Xiu simply glanced at the sinners and continued to walk down the narrow corridor.

Soon, he reached the end of the hallway.

At the end of the corridor is a large stone hall with cascading stone steps to the top.

This is the most solemn place in this prison, and it is also the most silent place; In the center of the hall is a huge stone sculpture of a seated berserker, his hands folded on his knees, his head slightly down, seemingly still, but as if at any moment he would break free from the stone and return to the endless war; The stone sculpture became a symbol of the pride and fearlessness of the berserkers, as well as their bondage and helplessness.

Around the hall, several small cells were evenly scattered.

On the cold stone walls, strings of thick chains hang silently, as if waiting for a new "guest".

Each cell had a narrow window, and beyond the window, there was endless snow and ice, and the biting cold wind, every time the wind passed through the narrow window, it brought a low whistling, like the roar of a berserker.

In the center of the prison is a huge training ground.

This was once the place where berserkers wielded their weapons and unleashed their wildness. Now, all that remains is an empty stone floor, strewn with broken chains and old weapons.

The existence of this venue seems to remind every imprisoned berserker of their former glory and freedom.

Ironically, despite its cold, even cruel appearance, this quaint stone prison somehow gives berserkers a sense of security.

They knew that in this strictly guarded place, sinners would never be able to break free from the shackles and plunge into a world full of war and blood again because of the righteousness in their hearts; This allowed them to find a glimmer of peace in the midst of pain and despair; For the berserkers outside, the prison is a form of protection from the destruction and fear of the Berserkers' sins.

It is a heavy and silent building.

Every stone, every trace, every roar of the wind tells its history and story, of the berserkers of the past, their glory, their wildness, and their bondage.

The blond young man looked at the huge stone sculpture that sat down, shook his head and said:

"It's really sad."

Then, he looked into the deepest cell of the prison, where a middle-aged man in a plain robe sat cross-legged.

The plain-robed man exudes a contradictory and abnormal temperament, and his body shape gives people an unreserved sense of wildness: he is taller than ordinary people, and his body is burly and strong, like steel poured; His chest is broad and his muscles are knotted, symbolizing the great strength of the wolf clan; The hair was long and messy, like a wild wolf in the forest, gray and coarse; The hair on the top of the head stretched back like a wolf's mane, bent into a wild arc, and the face, hard and vicissitudes, seemed to have gone through countless storms and tribulations.

And the temperament exuded by his body is far from his appearance, and there is always a faint silence and mystery around him, as if he has found a paradise in this chaotic world, where there are no worldly troubles and disputes, only inner peace and tranquility.

The aura of a martyr and ascetic in him trumped his berserker status.

When Xia Xiu set his eyes on the man who was meditating, the other party also opened his brown eyes.

For the sudden stranger, Valdarson Broly only frowned slightly, he suppressed the boiling blood in his heart, and said to the blonde youth in front of him:

"I don't know why the leader let you in, but I'll just advise you right now: get out of here quickly, and disappear from my sight as soon as possible."

Xia Xiu looked directly at Broly's brown eyes, even if his eyes were sunken due to the long-term dark captivity, his gaze was still bright.

"Valdarson Broly, I'm here to get you out."

"Get out?"

"Yes, get out, you're free."

Broly shook his head with a smirk, as if what the blonde young man had just said seemed like a very funny joke.

"Freedom, where does the wicked who have sinned karma come from?"

In the face of Broly's self-deprecation, the blonde youth shook his head and said:

"The wicked can be redeemed, and the wicked have a savior for the wicked."

A white card pops out of the blonde youth's hand, and he throws it at Broly.

As the card approached Broly, an illusory figure emerged from him, holding the card straight.

This is the incarnation of Valdarson Broly - [Beowulf]

[Beowulf] is about two meters tall, with strong muscles and dark blue skin, his face is hard and like a sculpture, and his eyes are shining with golden light; The hair was like a golden lion's mane, and it stretched back in a mess; A large silver chain hangs from the chest, and at the end of the chain is a large wolf head ornament; The fingers of his hands are very thick, and each finger is wearing a special item similar to a fist spur.

Unlike Zhou Zhou and Tours, Xia Xiu definitely didn't want to fight Broly when facing him.

The [Juggernaut Incarnation] of Zhou Zhou and Turce is actually a normal avatar, and their abilities are not weak.

It's just that when they compare with Xia Xiu's hanging wall, they are much inferior.

Broly is different, he's strong.

If Xia Xiu really started a war with him, he could only fight to the death.

[Juggernaut Avatar Beowulf], his value is an astonishing 4A+, and his ability [Beowulf's Oath] can swear to fight an enemy to the death, under this oath, both sides cannot escape the battle and must face each other head-on, and [Beowulf] will have stronger attack power and increased defense in this state.

If Broly unleashes [Tranth] into a state of madness, then the increase he gets will be even more terrifying, not only will he get the physical increase, but his spirit will also gain absolute madness.

Xia Xiu estimated that if the other party went berserk, it would be difficult for his [Don Quixote] to break through the mental closure of the other party.

So, now is the time for him to exert his demagoguery, uh, it should be said that he is excellent eloquent.

"I think there's a lot of sad things in the world."

The blonde youth opened his hands to catch the attention of Broly, who was trying to break the white card with absolute brute force.

"For example, those who are invincible in their own environment, who want to be windy and rainy, but have no goal to strive for, and can only live in a muddy way; Or the people who live in the slums and those filthy and filthy side streets, in the cruel conditions of the great era, the times have created wicked people, given the wicked a cruel and despicable heart, but deprived them of a purpose other than "living", so that they can only consume their time in physical satisfaction. ”

"Do the wicked deserve salvation?"

"Yes, the wicked deserve salvation, and let them realize death for the great sins—for life is great and honorable, and death is a part of it."

"Those who embrace sin always have an amazing stench on them; These sinners are the scum of the scum, so death is their only salvation. ”

"And for those who are struggling to survive even if they are crawling in the stinking ditch, their eyes are still looking at the vast starry sky."

"What a cruel thing it would be to live just to live."

The blond young man looked directly at Broly and said to him:

"Why do you have to bear this sin?

Why did your people stop you when your hands were stained with the blood of your parents, when you were at a loss and wanted to die?

Were they ecstatic at the time, did they really understand the despair in your heart?

They say you were born wicked, they say you killed your relatives, but did your parents really die at the hands of young you?

No, the killing intent that occupies your consciousness is the sin of the berserker, the incompetent Valdarson, the incompetent descendants of the children of power, who can only blame you for all the sins. ”

"I'm not asking you to hate them now, because they're so pathetic that they're despised, I'm just telling you—do you want to understand the true meaning of life?"

"Want to see the sky beyond [Smoke-Free City]?"

(End of chapter)