Chapter 361 - Source (1/2)

Berrien quietly looked at the blood related brother in front of him. He looked at him very carefully, inch by inch, staring at Arendt from top to bottom. When he went straight to Arendt’s division, Berrien slowly asked, “Where is Anna?”

Arendt originally wanted to say “why do I have to tell you”, but the moment the words came to his mouth, it became: “She was sent away by father.”

“Where to?”

“Wilderness!” Arendt used all of his strength to force these words out of his mouth: “If she continues to stay at home, he will only sully our family. Right now, she’s probably begging for mercy from a man whose entire body is covered with mutated organizations. ”

Arendt started to become nervous under Berrien’s calm but huge pressure. He laughed, but his tears started to flow uncontrollably.

He had never seen Berrien like this.

In this family, Berrien had always been proud and arrogant. Forget about Arendt, the brother, even their father was looked down upon by Berrien. At home, Berrien would only show his gentle side in front of his sister Anna. As for the others, don’t expect Berrien to smile at them.

But the current Berrien was different, this bedroom was filled with Berrien’s Qi. He was like a calm sea, but under the surface, the waves were rough. The most important thing was that Arendt was not on the surface of the sea, but under the water!

Countless auras surged towards Arendt, but they were not gone. Even Arendt himself admired his willpower.

“Very good.”

As Berrien spat out these two words, the enormous pressure in the room disappeared completely. However, Arendt felt like there was a huge blank space there.

This blank space, what does it need to be filled? Otherwise, it would be like now, where Arendt felt extremely miserable.

Berrien stretched out two of his fingers and said: “Arendt, you have misunderstood something.”

“First thing, you shouldn’t have touched Anna. She’s my sister and the only person in the world I care about. More importantly, Anna is my shackle. The shackle of that beast in my heart! ”

Berrien said indifferently, but it was as if Arendt saw a pair of eyes looking at him.

The eyes of the fierce beast.

Berrien walked towards Arendt: “Second thing, you always think that I don’t dare to kill you, right? Actually, you made a mistake. It’s not that I don’t dare to kill you, it’s just that I don’t want to waste my strength. But now you have done something stupid, you know why father sent Anna away. Filthy of the family? Don’t joke around, Father only did it for you, you idiot with the right to formal inheritance. ”

While speaking, Berrien reached out and grabbed Arendt’s arm.

Berrien revealed a cruel smile, “If you go to hell, remember to apologize to Anna!”

In the next moment, over a million volts of electricity rushed into Arendt’s body, and Arendt’s shrill scream instantly sounded out in the room. The originally dark house suddenly lit up with lights from all the windows. Then came the disorderly sound of footsteps, which disturbed the peace of the night.

The night was long and short. Time is fair, not to be transferred by human will. In the night, the joyous ones hope to arrive late in the day; the painful ones wish for the night to end early. There was only time, only time. It persevered on its own path, taking seconds as a unit to take the next step with fairness. The night turned into day, announcing the arrival of yet another day.

It was still early in the morning, and the Asgard was quiet. After last night’s hubbub, even the most prosperous city would feel an inexplicable sense of emptiness. The first rays of sunlight fell on the graveyard on the eastern outskirts of the city as the holographic electronic panels in the sky calculated the rising sun.

The Hero’s Graveyard was a cemetery planned by the Asgard. It was used as a memorial to the heroes who had made great contributions to the city, allowing them to own a holy land of quiet and deep sleep.

In this cemetery, rows of metal tombstones were erected. The tombstone was carved with great names in Gothic English, names that might have been soldiers or generals. Regardless of their identity, without exception, they had sacrificed everything, including their lives, for the city of Asgard!

It was still early in the morning when a faint figure appeared on the smooth path of the cemetery. He held a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand, and his eyes swept over the gravestones. In the end, he stopped and divided the flowers into three bunches and placed them in front of the three tombstones.

Three tombstones, three names, from left to right were Johnny, Agatha, and Ma Pei.

He sat down, looked at the tombstone and said, “Are you used to your new home? “My friends.”

Sunlight shone on Zero’s handsome face. With a smile as light as smoke, he said, “I’m really sorry. I almost had to accompany you. But I did come back, and forgive my selfishness, but I felt that living could do more than dying. So let me live a little longer, and let me do something more meaningful. When that day comes, we’ll meet you guys again. ”