【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）(13)
“Hey,” Wilbur said weakly, “I’m right here.”
“And we’re so glad to have you here with us,” Techno said wryly.
“Could you say that again without looking constipated?”
Techno shook his head, unwilling to discuss it any further. Wilbur was not meant to be here. Techno had already lost a brother to this war and wasn’t too keen on losing another. But he knew there was no force on earth, mortal or immortal, that could stop Wilbur from standing under this pale-red sky, running a finger over the pommel of the rapier sheathed at his side with every intent to shove it through the heart of the god that killed his baby brother.
In the distance, church bells began to ring.
Philza met Techno’s eyes. “He’s calling.”
Techno nodded, gripping his trident tighter. “And we’re answering.”
They moved as a unit through the dead city, no sound except for the howling of the wind and the insistent toll of the bells. The closer they got to the heart of the city, the more Techno felt like each footstep was not his own. There was a greater gravity, pulling them forwards, giving them no choice but to descend.
“And we’re so glad to have you here with us,” Techno said wryly.
“Could you say that again without looking constipated?”
Techno shook his head, unwilling to discuss it any further. Wilbur was not meant to be here. Techno had already lost a brother to this war and wasn’t too keen on losing another. But he knew there was no force on earth, mortal or immortal, that could stop Wilbur from standing under this pale-red sky, running a finger over the pommel of the rapier sheathed at his side with every intent to shove it through the heart of the god that killed his baby brother.
In the distance, church bells began to ring.
Philza met Techno’s eyes. “He’s calling.”
Techno nodded, gripping his trident tighter. “And we’re answering.”
They moved as a unit through the dead city, no sound except for the howling of the wind and the insistent toll of the bells. The closer they got to the heart of the city, the more Techno felt like each footstep was not his own. There was a greater gravity, pulling them forwards, giving them no choice but to descend.
电梯里的苏柔上瘾第六章
