Holding the white card, [Beowulf] silently suspended beside Broly who lowered his head, the hair on Broly's forehead at this time fell down to cover his expression at this time, and Xia Xiu stood quietly on the side after finishing speaking, waiting for the other party to make a choice.

Broly could feel a vast and pitch-black will lodged on the white card held by his [Juggernaut Incarnation], and the boiling blood in his body felt the evil lodged in the card with the help of his [enlightenment], and after feeling the sum of negative, primitive, barbaric, and uncivilized concepts, the boiling blood crawled and wailed like a frightened beast.

This is the first time in my life that I have seen the "curse" on my body suppressed.

The sincerity given by the blonde young man in front of him was very huge, and the other party really knew how to demagogue.

Broly had to admit that he was really moved by the blonde young man's encouragement and the powerful suppressive effect of the white cards on the boiling blood.

No one wants to be an unhappy caged bird.

It was never the prison that bound Broly, but the ethnic concept of the Valdarsson family, the guilt in his heart.

The concept of ethnicity, which makes the individual or group have a sense of identity and belonging to the group to which they belong, the concept of ethnicity is reflected in the identity of the individual or group with the characteristics of its ethnicity, and it is by virtue of the concept of ethnicity that Waldarsson strengthens the connection between the "sinner" and the group, and the "sinner" finds the identity and sense of belonging in the society constructed by Waldarson, and at the same time, he is indirectly forced to become a victim of maintaining the unity and cohesion within the ethnic group.

And Broly's inner guilt forced him to rely on this ethnic concept.

He still remembers what happened when he was six years old, and he can vividly recall the despair that winter brought him.

*****

The winter of that year was particularly cold.

The snowflakes falling in the sky are like stars, which, although beautiful, mercilessly exacerbate the coldness of the earth; The reflection of sunlight during the day makes the snow silvery white, while at night it is deep darkness, with only the light of stars and moonlight reflecting on the earth; Heavy snow blanketed the streets and alleys, and even the normally noisy markets fell silent.

And it was in the harsh winter of that year that a helpless child faced a great change in his life on this cold night.

At that time, he was only six years old, and his young body was shivering in the wind and snow.

Broly vividly remembers that he and his parents were taken to the Church of Halgrimms for prayer as usual, and that his mother was not from the Wardarsson clan, but from the interior of the city, and she believed in the Templar Church and believed that angels were the protectors of the world.

Although Valdarson has been gradually opening up since a hundred years ago, and allowing his own people to marry with foreigners, very few actually marry with foreigners, and even if they do intermarry with foreigners, few people marry someone from the central inland like his father.

The vibrant mother contrasts with Valdarson's rules, so the Broly family has always been very special in the clan, and the berserker hates to chew people's tongues behind their backs, so the gossip in the cliché story doesn't show up.

However, the people of the Valdarsong clan have always adhered to the simple concept of not touching if they don't like it, so the Broly family actually doesn't have anyone too close to the Valdarsong clan.

According to his mother's idea, when Broly is a little older, he will be asked to choose one of the five major landlocked countries to study.

She always told Broly that beyond Reykjavik, there was a much wider sky, with tall buildings, huge iron-clad machinery, and rapid transportation called railways·······

Broly was full of longing for the vast world that his mother spoke of.

There is no rail system in the Reykjavik region, including the capital, where the main modes of transport are cars and air, and the country's ring road (Route 1) loops around the island, connecting most of the population areas.

On the day of the tragedy, they took Route 1 to the waiting hall near the Halgrims Church.

As usual, his parents' guards on the left and right were beside him, holding his hand on the road to the church.

And it was as he walked on that brightly lit road that he was burdened with the heavy fate of a berserker.

Like a warrior possessed by a god, his body began to undergo incredible changes.

The tranquility of the street was broken only by the sporadic streetlamps, which stood on both sides of the silent road, but the one that shone on Broly was different, swaying in the night sky, strong and weak, bright and dark.

With each flicker, the child's eyes, which were as clear as a pool of water, are now burning with a frenzied flame, as if to melt all the cold reality.

Broly felt his blood boil, hot as lava, and every heartbeat reverberated through his body like thunder.

His muscles were like giant trees in a storm, swelling with his roar, each muscle twisting and trembling under the impetus of tension, as if to break free from the restraints of his flesh and challenge all limitations.

His roar pierced the silence and roared like thunder, shaking the air, shaking the earth, and shaking the hearts of every man.

The parents were intimidated by the sudden [war cry], and they subconsciously looked back at their son.

However, the child's original clear reason, the original standing will, have been swallowed up by the fire of sudden rage.

There was only killing in his eyes, only fighting, only mad desire.

His body is like an ownerless sword, which knows only forward, destroys, and fights.

This is the berserker's madness, this is the source of their invincibility, and the endless pain in their hearts, the flames in their bodies burn brightly, burning everything they have until they burn to the ground.

Puff –

Puff –

Red, hot, and the smell of blood permeated the streets.

Broly only felt the blood boiling in his body, as if it had been injected with scorching molten iron, and the powerful power in the veins could not be contained like a spring, bursting out with terrifying power along the muscle textures of his body; Blood boiled and gushed inside his body, as if it was about to gush out of every pore; Every heartbeat was like a huge war drum, shaking his whole body.

The Blood God's malevolent curse is rooted in the Berserker's heart.

This uncontrollable wildness and violence lodged within the Valdarson clan like an appendage, forming an even more vicious madness.

The bearer of this curse will know only forward, forward, towards the enemy, towards the war, towards the end of blood and fire.

He is going to bring disaster to this world, he is going to bring war to this world, he is going to live in endless suffering.

When the boiling blood fell silent again, Broly gasped like a young beast.

His breathing was furious and disorderly, like a beast in a storm, and every breath seemed to be accompanied by a violent roar, as if he wanted to release all his life force, his teeth clenched his lower lip, and his mouth full of blood blisters mixed with saliva, dripping down his chin and falling on the cold ground, instantly frozen.

Young Broly's brown eyes were filled with confusion and fear, while his hair was wet from the wind and snow, messily clinging to his forehead and cheeks.

The boy was dressed in a shabby sheepskin coat, and his little feet were stepping on the snow, but it seemed that he could not touch the ground, and his heart was almost frozen, and his whole body stood there stiff.

His parents, who had loved him, fell at his feet.

Their blood stained the snow red, and their pupils widened, as if they were surprised at the moment of death.

Their hands reach out to the child, as if to caress his head at the last moment, however, death mercilessly carries them away, leaving the child alone in the face of the world.

Young Broly stared at all this in a daze, tears rolling in his eyes, but he couldn't do anything.

He didn't cry, he didn't struggle, he just watched it all quietly, like watching a nightmare.

He couldn't understand, he couldn't accept it, and his world collapsed in an instant at this moment.

He reached out and touched his father's hand, the big hand that had warmed him and comforted him, was now cold, hard, and lifeless.

And the mother still had a breath, and at the moment when the wild young beast went berserk, the father protected the mother, but the ferocious minions instantly penetrated the abdomen of the two.

"Live... Next··· Go..."

These were his mother's last words to young Broly, and his mother's "curse" on him.

Snowflakes drifted onto Broly's eyelashes, bloody tears dripping down his cheeks after his mother drooped from her feeble arm.

The wind and snow became more and more violent, covering up the tragedy of the family.

The surrounding houses loomed in the wind and snow, as if they did not want to witness the tragedy.

The bells of Reykjavík Cathedral in the distance, deep and distant in the cold wind, seem to be singing an elegy for this human tragedy.

This is Waldarson Broly, the murderer of his parents, a born "wicked man······

[Only to see the old world forever fall into chaos and war, when the sea of the world is replaced by blood, the mountains of the world are covered by the Jingguan, and his name is also revealed. 】

This is the curse of the Blood God, and this is the Mother Virus spread by the [Aether Monarch].

******

Broly sat by the window, staring intently at the distant skyline, a deep gaze reflecting the shadows of the past.

Everything around him seemed to be put behind him, and his mind was completely immersed in the sea of memories of the past, and every image that appeared was like a deep scar that caused pain in his heart.

His fingers unconsciously twitched the book called "The Martyr" in his hand, as if looking for a relief, but no matter what, the pain was like an imprint on his heart, and it refused to go away.

Beowulf floated respectfully behind his master.

Silent silence enveloped the entire prison.

The blonde youth's golden eyes stared quietly at Valdarson Broly, and the other party quickly made a choice.

Beowulf handed the white card to Broly, and when Broly's hand held the card, he had already realized the blonde youth's reliance on "freedom".

Only the Supreme Divinity can fight against the Supreme Divinity, and the Eternal Evil can indeed erase the curse of the Blood God.

You choose to join White's side! 】

[Current [Savior] Faction Size: 4]

When Waldarsson Broly decided to join the team

"Welcome to this big friendly team, it's small, but everyone here is a great person, especially me." A big smile appeared on the handsome face of the blonde youth.

Broly, who was dressed in a plain robe, stood up slowly, and he walked up to the blonde young man step by step, his brown eyes staring directly at the handsome young man with a bright smile.

"Your name?"

"Hugh Abraham."

Broly, who was dressed in a plain robe, nodded, indicating that he remembered the name, and at this time, Xia Xiu, who was happy to mention the new coolie, oh, no, it should be a new teammate, subconsciously looked at the book that Broly was holding, and looked at the words on the quaint book full of traces of time.

"The Martyrs" - [Templar Church] - by St. Valentine.

This is not a book written by the first sword-bearer when he was in a secular position, it has been around for some years. Xia Xiu said secretly in his heart.

"You seem to like this book." Xia Xiu looked at "The Martyr" and said to Broly.

"Repent and have life." Broly held up the book and said reverently.

When Xia Xiu heard this, he replied with a smile:

"What I like the most is that the wages of sin are death."

"So you are the Savior." Broly replied without thinking.

"The Savior who works for the evil of the ages?" Xia Xiu said with a sneer.

"If you are found guilty of sin, leave it behind, and you will find mercy."

"Let's give this mercy to the vampires."

Xia Xiu shook his head and smiled, and then he said bluntly to Broly:

"I need your sword, the ship of the Vardasongs; At the same time, I also need you to help me go to the vampire pepper forest in [Smoke-Free City] to take the lives of two old vampires, where you can unleash your killing intent to your heart's content. ”

As soon as the competent employee joined the company, Xia Xiu immediately arranged work for him non-stop.

"You need [Grendel's disaster]?"

Broly questioned the blonde youth as he reached out his hand and pulled out of the void the Destiny Weapon that needed him—[Grendel's Calamity].

[Grendel's Calamity] is a silver longsword, and its shining blade is remarkable; The blade is made of sterling silver, exuding a cold and bright glow; The body of the sword is inlaid with ancient runes, shimmering with mysterious silver light, these runes are inscribed on the body of the sword in a smooth and graceful way, and seem to contain ancient powers and secrets; There are tiny grooves in the gaps between the runes, like the stars in the starry sky, and they are finely arranged, which makes people feel awe-inspired.

Broly directly handed over the silver sword in his hand to Xia Xiu's hands.

The blonde youth holds the handle, the handle of the silver long sword is covered with soft silver leather, so that the wielder can grasp the hilt and control the sword body steadily, the leather handle is delicate and comfortable, giving the wielder a sense of security and control.

The blonde youth raised the silver sword in his hand, the whole sword shone with silver-white brilliance, like the moonlight shining in the dark night, and the tip of the sword exuded a cold air, as if it could cut through the air and penetrate all obstacles.

"This is the sword of heaven used against Cain."

[Grendel's Calamity], as its name suggests, is the ancient legend of the Beast Grendel, an evil creature from the Cain clan that broke with human society and often slaughtered humans; And it was cut off by this long sword, and finally fled in agony, and died a miserable death in the wilderness.

In game terms, [Grendel's Calamity] is a transcendent weapon with 300% special attack attributes for vampires, and it is also the vampire's sword of heavenly punishment.

"It doesn't matter if you kill vampires, it's just that the ship you're talking about shouldn't be Valdarson's [ghost ship], right?" Broly asked the blonde youth who was playing with a silver sword.

"Well, the [Dragonbone Ship] of the Vardarsson clan is the same name as the legendary [Flying Dutchman], and it is with this [Ghost Ship] that Vardarsson can sail unhindered in the Chaos Seas."

Xia Xiutian shamelessly accepted the long sword, and at the same time continued to trick the new operators into trying to explode the equipment.

(End of chapter)