This puppeteer is not normal

Chapter 257 Human Pillar and Sacrifice

"You know, our family has been passed down for a long time. Although there have been several disasters that nearly fell apart, there are still some records about the past that have been handed down." Fryer continued to speak slowly in his deep and hoarse voice. Said.

"Did you find a description of this image in the records of that mysterious era?" Aaron understood.

Fryer nodded: "In the history shrouded in endless fog, there was a god who was dressed in simple brown-gray cloth, stepped on sandals, wore a single-slit mask, and a silver ornament on his head walked on the land. He sang countless legends His stories, telling secrets that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, have attracted countless followers."

"Heh." Aaron chuckled lightly without responding.

Otherwise, what else can I do, how can I respond when my black history is spoken out in such a respectful tone?

When I was left by my father to travel on the mainland by myself, because I had nothing to do, I was attracted by the style of some bards, so I also took on this image.

It’s just that most of Aaron’s stories are his own real experience. The gold content of the story is somewhat higher than that of his colleagues at the beginning. With the pace of travel, after a long time, he has obtained the first time in his life without knowing it. A "godhead" who worked hard on his own.

This identity was actually hated at the time, because from his perspective, he had uncovered the black histories of many big figures, from god-species dragons to human powers.

Why did a group of people like his story at that time, of course it was because his story was exciting.

Even later, he occasionally used this identity to go out to relax. It was not until the later stage of becoming king that he completely sealed this identity because he was busy.

Even in his previous life, he hadn't heard anyone call him that for a long time. Aaron was a little surprised that he didn't expect someone to call him this name in the Broken Golden Age.

"Sorry for delaying Your Excellency's time because of my curiosity." Freire stood up using the long handle of the double-edged ax to support himself. His steps didn't seem to be very agile, and he staggered a bit when he stood up.

"It's okay." Aaron responded with both inexplicable embarrassment and a little relief in his heart now.

"Please come with me."

Fryer took Aaron out of this hall through another door.

Although his figure was bumpy, his walking speed was not slow at all.

After leading Aaron around a few times, Fryer stopped in a hall.

Aaron sensed a ritual shrouded here.

Fryer drew a symbol in midair with the silver double-edged axe, then tapped the ground three times with the handle of the axe.

Accompanied by the brightening and diverging of the silver light, the two people's feet were suddenly empty.

But it was just a visual illusion. The moment the hole under the two people's feet appeared, the scene in front of them also began to shift.

Aaron allowed the ritual to hold him hostage.

In the blink of an eye, the two came to a dimly lit space, surrounded by silver-white stones, but there were cyan branches growing in the gaps between these stones.

The tiny branches wriggled slowly, showing signs of being obviously suppressed, but they were still growing at an extremely slow speed.

In front of the two of them was a cave shrouded in white mist.

Fryer knocked open the fog with a double-edged axe, exposing the space ahead to the two of them.

In the cave made of vast white rocks, there are countless figures engulfed by blue branches.

"They are the corpses of the original youth pillars of the past dynasties." Fryer explained.

"Seal the Primordial Green, using a human body?" Aaron frowned.

On the one hand, the scene in front of him made him feel uncomfortable. On the other hand, he didn't quite believe that a thin human body could seal an existence of that level in such a stable and inherited way.

"Yes, the ritual passed down from the ancestors is the basis for sealing this power..." Before he finished speaking, Fryer saw Aaron walking in one direction by himself.

"Your Excellency, please be careful, these branches cannot be touched!" Fryer was a little anxious.

However, Aaron naturally didn't intend to touch these things casually, but when he saw one of the faces of these corpses, he was suddenly attracted.

The place where the corpse stood was the center of the entire cave. Only the thin skin and skeleton remained of the tall body, and the flesh and blood dried up to become a horrible mummy.

But that quiet and serene face has a completely different atmosphere from the surrounding corpses.

"He is the ancestor, but in the turbulent years, his name has been blurred in the family records, we only know that he brought our original surname, Freys." Fryer slowly came behind Aaron , said.

"Derlin..."

"Ok?"

"His name is Delin." Aaron turned his head and said to Fryer in a deep voice.

Fryer was a little surprised: "You..."

Aaron turned his head and continued to look at that face, shaking his head slowly.

Is that why you didn't come the day I wore the crown?

Fryer was keenly aware of something, and did not disturb him at this moment, leaving Aaron in peace.

After a while, Aaron continued: "Where is the original youth?"

The branches on the corpses in front of me are just a remnant of retaliatory pollution, not the place of the original youth.

"This way." Fryer guided respectfully.

At this moment, he had already thought of a new possibility.

If the person in front of him is really the god of bards, as the god of the mysterious long time back then, it is very likely that he knew the ancestors of their family.

And the action of this person just now seems to be a strong proof.

The person who came to their family at this time to ask for the Primordial Youth was not simply trying to plot the power of the Primordial Youth, but wanted to save their family based on old love.

This thought popped up involuntarily, and quickly occupied a high ground in Fryer's thoughts.

Thinking in his heart, Fryer brought Aaron to a figure.

The blue branches protruding from this figure are not as rampant as those on the surrounding corpses. Although the color is brighter, the branches are also more slender and tender.

And the person himself is not dead yet.

The vitality of his body was absorbed by the green branches, and some surrounding rituals continuously replenished his vitality, maintaining a fragile balance. Even so, the state of this body was rapidly deteriorating.

And this person's consciousness fell into an extremely deep sleep.

"Dream?" Aaron saw through the core part of the sealing ceremony at once.

The seal of the body is just a symptom, and the confrontation and suppression of consciousness is the root. However, under normal circumstances, the ordinary human soul cannot resist the will of the god clone. In this case, the pure will of the dream Fighting space is a good choice.

"Can the dream will of so many generations be able to fight against the primordial youth?" Aaron looked at the corpses around him with some surprise.

"Your Excellency, what did you see?" Fryer asked.

"This is a very delicate sealing ceremony. Under normal circumstances, as long as a strong-willed person is sacrificed, the primordial youth will be sealed forever." Aaron said.

"Then, why is the power leaking?" Fryer was a little anxious.

"Heh." Aaron sneered, looking at a certain part of the overlapping rituals.

"Of course it's because a certain generation of your family has thought about the Primordial Youth."

"This……"

"Don't you understand? It seems that the generation of manipulators didn't record these detailed things." Aaron said sarcastically, "This sealing ceremony has been modified partly, and this part can be linked by blood. Steal the power of the primordial youth from Renzhu through the seal."

"The mage who can do something about this sealing ceremony is a bit capable, but he was stunned by the power." Aaron said coldly, "Of course, maybe what he did is wrong, after all, he buried it himself. The hidden dangers will not be paid by your generation until some time later. It has nothing to do with him.”

"This, how could...?" Fryer lost his mind.

Even if he chose to give up the original youth, he only had a mentality of giving up in his heart at first.

Since their family sealed the Primordial Youth, it should be acceptable to borrow a little power from it.Everyone in the Morley family thought so.

However, who knew that this power did not belong to them. Without this power, there would be no misery they are experiencing now.

They always thought that the original ancestors sealed the original youth for this power, but now, Aaron told him that only a certain generation of the family stole the power!
"Since this is the case, why did the ancestors seal the primordial green?" Fryer was puzzled.

What's the point of being unable to use the power of the Primordial Blue, just sealing it, and spending the day fighting against the Primordial Blue in the depths of consciousness?
"You are far behind your ancestors. If the power of the primordial youth cannot be controlled, it is a disaster. Your ancestors made an agreement with a king to defend the line with their lives, but his descendants betrayed him." Aaron slowly Said calmly, the anger in the words gradually dissipated, leaving only a trace of sadness that things are right and people are wrong.

Freire was speechless for a long time.

Yes, they only think that the ancestors used themselves to benefit the tribe, which is worthy of admiration.

But in fact, the actions of the ancestors did more.

(End of this chapter)