This speechless confrontation did not last long. As Old Vardasong sighed extremely tired, he said to Xia Xiu:

"I am old enough, and even if I know many things, I can't do anything. We are indeed afraid of the waves of the new era. Broly is surrounded by all the evil karma of berserkers. The reason why he did not die is because if he dies, then this curse will be entangled in the clan again, and we need to make a choice."

Regarding Old Vardasson's answer, Xia Xiu looked at the [Dacia Prison] behind him and sneered:

"Please choose is to build such a prison, and then hold up the banner of righteousness of dedication and let the sinner stay in it for the rest of his life. This prison will never be empty, because this guilt will be passed down from generation to generation."

The blonde young man looked at the hunched old man with his back, his eyes as bright as the scorching sun with silent contempt.

"Are you imprisoned the prisoner or your own sin?"

"········" Old Vardasong remained silent.

"You should see the eternal evil that lingers around me, and then you should know the purpose of my trip. The Berserker should not close his eyes and hear the things that are not known about the interpretation. After all, many Berserkers have participated in things similar to those that are performed in the past. I will take Broly out and give him the right to redeem himself."

After the blonde young man finished speaking, he walked straight to the inside of [Dacia Prison], while old Vardasong looked at the blonde young man's back, his hands holding the crutch tightened and tightened, and a look of struggle appeared on his old face.

"Harmful--"

Finally, Old Vardasong sighed helplessly, and the breath that had been carrying rushed out of his chest. As the breath was blowing out, his back became heavier as if something invisible was pressed against him, and his figure became more and more hunched.

****

Inside Dacia Prison.

Xia Xiu didn't feel anything about the old Vardasson's compromise.

The other party made a wise choice. If the other party tried to prevent him from releasing Broly, then it would inevitably turn into something like "a young guy beats a centenarian" that sounds very bad.

When Xia Xiu stepped inside the prison, a stream of air conditioning came to him. He subconsciously pulled the scarf at his neck. The thin towel was pulled to his jaw by him, and he spat a breath of heat at the scarf.

The weather in Reykjavik is very changing and may experience four seasons within a day, so there is a local proverb: "If you don't like the weather in Reykjavik, wait for five minutes."

However, the temperature here is obviously much different from the temperature outside, and this is not a climate difference that can be found after waiting for five minutes.

At this time, Xia Xiu had quietly raised his golden eyes, and the golden eyes, which were like snake eyes, began to look at everything around him.

Located in a rugged and cold place, this prison is a place dedicated to seizing the sins of Berserkers.

Once he stepped into this place, he would be eroded by endless darkness and cold like Xia Xiu now. If it weren't for the night vision ability [Episodes of the Sky Lock], he would have been unable to walk freely in an extremely dark cave.

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

This is an ancient and solemn stone prison with long history.

The prison is surrounded by endless snow and ice, accompanied by the roar of the cold wind, as if the anger and struggle of the berserkers were embodied here; while the inside of the cave is a deadly heavy and silence, in sharp contrast with the outside roar of wind and snow.

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

Soon, Xia Xiu came to a gate.

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

"Toshrenda's bronze plate door, there are not many taboos to stay on it. It seems that they are not worried about the sinner's escape." Xia Xiu said to himself as he looked at the sculpture on the stone gate.

The gate standing in front of him was engraved with a bronze painting and a poem.

The bronze plate painting depicts a berserker following a god holding a lightning spear, wearing an eagle helmet, and riding an eight-legged horse.

And the poems on the door are as follows:

"I will ask those berserkers, you guys,

Those powerful heroes, those who stand up to the battlefield,

What kind of treatment did they receive?

Everyone called them the ones in wolf skins,

A shield full of blood stains,

They entered the battlefield with a spear stained with blood—”

This is a [Halal poem] praising the berserker.

After just a glance, the blonde young man stretched out his hands and placed them on the door, his hands and feet covered by the red magic circuit.

[Light-Shift Magic Circuit Type III·Activate!]

sir-

The thick door was quickly pushed open by Xia Xiu, and he stepped inside.

When he stepped into the door, a breath that was several times colder than outside came towards him, which was filled with aura of sorrow and despair.

This is the real inside of the prison.

Step on the pedal-

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

The interior of Dacia Prison is made of rough rocks, cold and hard, showing no temperature.

It is dark and hazy, and shadows permeate the prison.

The corridor is long and deep, and a little faint light comes from the cells on both sides.

Under this light, there are those belliger warriors who should be like wolves and tigers on the battlefield.

Their figures were hazy in the dim light, sitting silently in the corner, holding their knees with their hands. They had turned into stone sculptures. Their eyes were no longer filled with the fanaticism and ferocity they had before, and were replaced by deep frustration and silence.

These are the "sinners" of all generations.

Generations have passed, generations have come, but sins have lasted forever.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xia Xiu just simply looked at the sinners and continued to walk along the long and narrow corridor.

Soon, he reached the end of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a huge stone hall, with layers of stone steps reaching its top.

This is the most solemn and quietest place in this prison; in the center of the hall is a huge stone sculpture, shaping a sitting berserker. His hands are folded on his knees, his head is slightly lowered, seemingly still, but it seems that he will break free from the stone body at any time and re-enter the endless war; this stone sculpture has become a symbol, symbolizing the pride and fearlessness of the berserkers, and also symbolizing their restraints and helplessness.

Around the hall, several small cells were evenly scattered.

On the cold stone wall, strings of thick chains hung quietly, as if waiting for a new "guest".

Every cell has a narrow window, and outside the window is endless snow and biting cold wind. Whenever the sound of the wind passes through the narrow window, it will bring a wave of low whistling, as if it is the roar of a berserker.

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

This was once a place where the berserkers waved their weapons and released their wildness. Now, there are only empty stones left, with broken chains and old weapons scattered on them.

The existence of this site is like reminding every imprisoned berserker, their former glory and freedom.

Ridiculously, although it seems cruel and even cruel on the surface, this quaint stone prison gives the berserkers a sense of security to some extent.

They knew that in this strictly guarded place, sinners could never break free from their shackles, nor could they again enter the world full of war and blood; this allowed them to find a trace of peace in pain and despair; and for the berserkers outside, this prison was a kind of protection, protecting them from the destruction and fear of the berserkers' sins.

This is a heavy and quiet building.

Every stone, every trace, every roar of wind tells its history and stories, telling the berserkers who once were, their glory, their wildness, and their bondage.

The blonde young man looked at the huge stone sculpture sitting in meditation and shook his head and said:

"It's really sad."

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

The man in the plain robe exudes an unusually contradictory temperament, and his body gives people a sense of wildness without reservation: his height is more than ordinary people, his body is burly and strong, like a cast of steel; his chest is wide and his muscles are twisted, symbolizing the powerful power of the wolf clan; his hair is long and messy, like a wild wolf in the forest, gray and rough; the hair above his head extends backward like a wolf's mane, bent into a wild curve, and his face is hard and vicissitudes, as if he has experienced countless winds and rains and hardships.

However, the temperament he exudes is far from his appearance. He is always surrounded by a faint tranquility and mystery, as if he has found a paradise in this chaotic world, where there is no worldly troubles and disputes, only inner peace and tranquility.

The aura of martyr and ascetic on him was better than his identity as a berserker.

When Xia Xiu turned his gaze to the man who was meditating, the other party also opened his brown eyes.

For the sudden stranger, Vardason Broly just frowned slightly. He suppressed the boiling blood in his heart and said to the blonde young man in front of him:

"I don't know why the leader lets you in. I will just advise you now: Get out of here quickly and disappear from my sight."

Xia Xiu looked directly at Broly's brown eyes. Even though his eyes were deeply trapped due to long-term black imprisonment, his eyes were still bright.

"Valdasson Broly, I'm here to pick you up."

"go out?"

"Yes, go out and you're free."

Broly shook his head with a chuckle, as if the blonde young man's words just now were like a very funny joke.

"Freedom, where does the wicked person with sin come from freedom?"

Faced with Broly's self-deprecating, the blonde shook his head and said:

"The wicked can also be redeemed, and the wicked will also have the savior of the wicked."

A white card popped up in the blonde youth's hand and he threw it at Broly.

When the card approached Broly, an illusory figure emerged from him, and the figure held the card straight.

This is the embodiment of Vardason Broly—[Beowulf]

[Beowulf] is about two meters tall, with strong muscles and dark blue skin. His face is hard, like a sculpture, with his eyes shining brightly, revealing a golden light; his hair is like a golden lion's mane, extending back in a mess; a huge silver chain is hanging on his chest, and at the end of the chain is a large wolf headdress; his hands are very thick, and each finger is wearing a special item similar to a fist.
To be continued...