【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(32)
Why was it that Techno felt most alive when he was fighting off death?
The Green God must have seen the gleam in his eyes, because he stepped away from Techno with a knowing smirk.
Enjoying yourself, blood god? the voices taunted.
Techno thought of Tommy and Wilbur and his lost, nameless siblings.
“I will,” Techno replied, throwing his trident in a fierce arc across the frozen grounds.
To avoid it, the Green God stepped to the side—straight into Philza’s path. Philza had his dagger brandished, ready to make the killing blow, ready to claim another life. And then Dream leapt upwards. The dagger passed harmlessly under his feet, which kept soaring higher and higher.
“Aw, gods damn it all,” Technoblade groaned. “The bastard can fly?”
He hovered in the sky suspended by no strings Techno could see. No raven wings like Philza, either. He simply floated in the air, almost casually, as if it was a simple stroll through the woods. He caught Techno’s eye, and smiled. Techno cursed himself for his naivety; the man could restructure the very fabric of the universe, of course he could fly.
The Green God must have seen the gleam in his eyes, because he stepped away from Techno with a knowing smirk.
Enjoying yourself, blood god? the voices taunted.
Techno thought of Tommy and Wilbur and his lost, nameless siblings.
“I will,” Techno replied, throwing his trident in a fierce arc across the frozen grounds.
To avoid it, the Green God stepped to the side—straight into Philza’s path. Philza had his dagger brandished, ready to make the killing blow, ready to claim another life. And then Dream leapt upwards. The dagger passed harmlessly under his feet, which kept soaring higher and higher.
“Aw, gods damn it all,” Technoblade groaned. “The bastard can fly?”
He hovered in the sky suspended by no strings Techno could see. No raven wings like Philza, either. He simply floated in the air, almost casually, as if it was a simple stroll through the woods. He caught Techno’s eye, and smiled. Techno cursed himself for his naivety; the man could restructure the very fabric of the universe, of course he could fly.
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