Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1009: Castle

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In the far north of the empire, there is a lonely mountain high in the clouds. ￠￡, the lone peak sets aside a thousand ren, from the middle part of the peak, the color of the mountain changes from brown to gray, and then up, it turns into a silvery white. That piece of silver-white mountain was invaded by the cold wind and snow that had blown over the years, and the fragile parts were long gone, and the rest were hard and smooth parts. Even a mountaineer can climb to the middle of the lonely mountain at most. Going up, the difficulty is almost the same as climbing to the sky.

The top of the lonely mountain is hidden in the clouds and mist. Only occasionally when the clouds open and the sun is shining, can you see the peaks that are like the tip of a silver gun. On weekdays, it is more like it is now. Today, the weather is bad and the rain is pouring. Electric lights flickered in the thick tumbling clouds. From time to time, a blue thunder light was drawn on the mountain peaks, which would blow up a large amount of electricity, but the debris that could fall off was pitiful. This lonely mountain has been battered by wind and rain for many years, and I don’t know how many thunderstorms it has experienced. The upper half of the mountain is even mixed with a large number of crystals, making the lonely mountain hard and hard. Waiting for a few thunder and fire can only break. Here comes the next stone powder.

The electric light in the rain cloud flashed from a distance, rolling forward through the clouds. Light up from time to time, illuminating the entire sea of ​​clouds. And the most bright place in Yunhai Zhongdianguang was actually on the top of the lonely mountain. Where electricity and light converge, like ten thousand snakes, it seems to be a sea of ​​electricity. In the thunderstorm of the electric sea, the thunder, fire and electric light constantly flickered, and they all struck towards the top of the mountain.

Looking from a distance, I saw that among the thick rolling clouds, the continuous thunder fire shaped like a funnel, and the tip of the bucket naturally pointed to the peak of the lonely mountain. Above the top, a bright yellow fire stream was faintly visible, turning and spinning, constantly drawing on the electric light falling from the sky. When the two collide, the canopy will be blown up. The stream of fire is nearly a thousand meters long, whether it is slashed horizontally or vertically, or rotated like a wheel, it is condensed but not scattered, but like a long sword condensed in flames.

Just who can turn fire into a sword to fight against the might of the world?

At this time, if someone can pass through the layers of clouds and climb to the top of the lonely mountain, they will see that the stream of fire is actually composed of thousands of long swords made of flames. Between every movement of this thousand-meter flame flow, endless sword intent was revealed. Above the lonely mountain, someone stood holding his hand, and the stream of fire made of ten thousand swords turned around him. I didn't see the person moving a finger, but the current of fire seemed to be manipulated by an invisible big hand, extremely flexible between movement and quiet, blasting the thunders and thunders one by one.

It's just that the lightning and thunder are shining, and the clouds are flowing, and I can't see the person's appearance. At this moment, the electric sea in the depths of the cloud suddenly lit up, and a hundred electric lights blasted down together, and they seemed to be pulled by an invisible force field and twisted into a single wave, like a lightning spear cast by a god.

A string of laughter rang out in the violent storm, and the swirling fire suddenly settled, and then thousands of flame swords dispersed, spreading across the surrounding space for thousands of meters, erecting a sword wall. In the mist, the person finally moved. With the hands behind his back, one of the arms lifted up and pointed at the thunder spear that hit the head. The sword wall buzzed, ten thousand swords were sent out, and the tail flames rushed upward.

Looking away from a distance, it was like a waterfall of fire rushing into the sky, hitting that thick thunder gun. The two collided and impacted in the void, and hundreds of energy storms exploded so frequently, causing thick clouds to roll, slowly rotating with the Thunder Spear Flame Sword as the origin.

Finally, the clouds and mist suddenly lit up, and several thick fires exploded in all directions. The fire flowed like a sword, cutting through the thick cloud, forming several cracks in the cloud with a width of 100 meters and a length of unknown geometry! Sunlight sprinkled from these cracks and slowly climbed up the undulating ground below.

Then the electric light disappeared, the thick cloud cleared, and the downpour stopped.

After the rain stopped, someone on the top of the lonely mountain stepped on the empty volley, then jumped down and dived down against the mountain. As soon as he was about to hit the ground, the person stretched out his hand to press down, and a wave of flame ripples suddenly appeared in the void, and the reaction force supported the person's body to rise instead of falling. Floating upwards for a hundred meters, then slowly descended.

He descended to a platform, but it was one of the many terraces in the castle. This old castle is located on the gentle **** at the bottom of Nagufeng Mountain, relying on the mountain city to be built. The castle is built purely of huge stones, with thick walls and high walls, long windows and spires can be seen everywhere, and vaults and cornices abound. The door with black iron pierced flowers was tightly locked, and it smelled of loneliness and deepness. I don't know how long it has been since people visited this ancient castle. In the square in front of the castle, scattered weeds grew even more, without trimming. Those stone sculptures called works of art climbed up vines from nowhere, making this castle even more gloomy.

On the terrace, the sunlight after the rain clouds dissipated gradually covered every corner, and naturally fell on the man. At this time, I finally got to see the whole picture. The man was obviously not young, and there were traces of precipitation between his eyebrows. But from his facial features, it is not difficult to imagine that when he was young, he must have been a handsome man who attracted young girls to scream. And even though his youth was fleeting, his slashing silhouette had an indescribable majesty.

The man has thick black hair that is rare in the empire, and his double fringes are gray and white, hidden in the black hair, not showing twilight, on the contrary, it is a little more elegant. His clothes are all exquisitely decorated, with golden threads and jade strands, and he is extremely expensive. With electric eyes, full of determination, he slowly swept across the rocks and trees below the castle. Suddenly, the weeds on the square, the vines among the stone carvings, and the moss clothes climbing on the thick walls of the old castle suddenly flashed fire from the inside out. It was too late to even burn, and these things were carved into ashes. Another blow by the wind, the ashes dispersed, and the gloomy feeling of the old castle was also swept away.

At this point, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "This is what I remember."

The door to the patio behind him was pushed open, and an old man with wrinkles, overgrowth, and sparse hair was wearing a housekeeper's costume. With the help of the two maids, he walked into the terrace. When he saw the man's back, the old man's eyes blurred, his dry eyes shed murky tears, and he whispered: "Young Master."

The man who faced the violent thunder and didn't change his face, but his shoulders shook sharply for this soft voice. Then he turned around, with a complicated look in his eyes, and nodded: "Housekeeper Charlie, how many years have we not seen each other?"

"Twenty years! Nearly twenty years, my little master..." The old butler pushed away the maid's support and staggered towards the man.

The man took a step forward and appeared in front of the butler, reaching out to support the old man. The old man raised his hand covered with age spots and tremblingly landed on the man's face. This action made the two maids behind them almost exclaimed, but they gave the man a sharp stare, and swallowed the exclamation in his mouth. The man's gaze dropped and his gaze turned soft. The old housekeeper didn’t know what was going on behind him. He just said with a trembling voice: "So I didn’t dream, young master, you are finally back. You are back."

"Yes, I am back. Charlie, thank you for taking care of it for me for so many years. Now I am back, you don't have to support it by yourself. I will restore this castle to its former glory. I will Get back everything that belongs to me, and start from here!" The man said solemnly.

The old butler only knows how to nod, and can't say a word.

At this moment, there was a whistling voice, and the man looked back. Outside the castle, a horse team marched toward the castle mightily. The black iron gates of the castle opened to both sides, allowing the horses to enter the castle square. The old housekeeper pushed the man away regardless of etiquette, and walked to the stone fence on the edge of the terrace. He watched the crowds surging in the square and listened to the long-lost voices.

After twenty years of silence, this old castle has finally come back to life!

In the next few days, the castle was undergoing extensive restoration works. Scaffolding was erected everywhere, and workers' figures appeared in every corner of the castle. The gaps in the square occupied by weeds need to be repaired, the exterior walls need to be re-reinforced, the iron doors and iron windows need to be repainted, the carpets bitten by rats need to be replaced, the cellars full of cobwebs need to be thoroughly cleaned, and potted plants must be placed throughout the corridors. Or armor, and the walls of the rooms in the castle need to be painted with oil paintings... There is so much work that needs to be done, and even the owner of the castle needs to be careful to avoid the workers and objects in their hands when walking around in the fort.

Finally, I came to a study room that was just cleaned up. Only a small corner of the study room was cleared out. Workers are also busy laying new carpets, removing broken bookshelves, and re-suspending a gorgeous crystal lamp on the roof of the house. So being able to have a chair to sit down makes men very satisfied. He had just taken his seat, a middle-aged butler in a tuxedo, white gloves, and slicked hair came over and handed the man two envelopes.

The man took it, waved his hand, and let the housekeeper go down. There is still too much work in the castle that requires the housekeeper to assist him, and staying by his side is useless. After the steward left, he looked at the two letters. The patterns of the ink pad on the two envelopes are different, which means that the two letters come from different places. The old castle is waiting for new ones. There is no letter opener for him in this study, so he doesn't pay much attention to it. Raising his tail finger and picking it up, he flicked off the letter with the pattern of running wolf.

There were only a few words in the letter, but the man's face continued to grow gloomy. In the end, with his five fingers, the letter suddenly burned out in his hand, and a few pieces of paper dust with sparks remained.

One of the workers in the study was stunned. Everyone turned pale. Everyone could see that their master was very angry now. However, the man’s cultivation is very good, his eyes flashed anger, he recovered his calm, and said lightly: "Continue to do your work."

However, he knew that he would stay and the workers would be absent-minded, so with another letter in his pocket, he left the study, which made the workers finally relieved.

The man came to the terrace lowered from the lonely mountain that day, facing the vast world outside the fort, standing with his hands on his hands. At this time, a woman's voice rang behind him: "My dear, you look very unhappy. I originally thought that you would be happier when you come back here."

The man heard the sound, turned around, frowned and said: "Why are you out? It's windy here, go back to the room."

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