A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The child only felt that his hand was loose, his body was heavy, and the person had fallen to the ground.

He turned around and stared at the breathless man with his pupils enlarged.

The look in the child's eyes was still a shadow, and watching someone killed in front of him didn't show any fear, but showed a hint of pleasure.

Garran stepped forward and pulled out the long sword inserted in the chest of the Animist. The blood spring poured out, quickly staining the blue stone floor.

He shook the bright red blood beads on the tip of the sword, then turned his head, and saw the child staring at his sword and the dead body on the ground.

Garland was startled.

Because he saw a smile on the lips of the child staring at the dead body.

The child's face seemed to be laughing, but the eyes that didn't see a smile were all cold, and he could even see the deep vicious color from the other person's eyes.

It seems that there is a monster named hatred lurking deep in the child's thin body, growing a little bit.

For no reason, he moved.

At this moment, his mind suddenly appeared, the life of Huimos in the previous generations he had seen in his dreams.

The young man who was burnt by the fire and half of his body was in deep pain is such a look.

How similar...

Garland exhaled gently.

Only those who have seen too many deaths with their own eyes will be unwavering in the face of dead bodies...

Indeed, this child should have been captured as a sacrifice. I am afraid that he witnessed the cruel scene of many children dying as a sacrifice.

So in the face of death is so numb and indifferent.

Thinking so, he leaned over and squatted in front of the little boy.

As he leaned over, the little boy stepped back quickly.

The child exuded emotions all over his body. Even in the face of his life-saving benefactor, not only did he not feel a little grateful and dependent, but instead he was full of vigilance and stared at Gallan with precaution.

It's like a wolf who has been seriously wounded in the hands of humans and has become very suspicious since then. He no longer believes in anyone.

Garlan thought about it and said nothing to appease him.

Whatever he says now, it will only arouse the other's suspicion.

Therefore, he only said one sentence.

"Follow me, I'm going out, and I can take you by the way."

Can't believe it.

No one can believe it.

The gloomy little boy glanced at the gray-faced, dirty-looking guy in front of him, his eyes flickering.

Maybe this person was deliberately sent to deceive himself, in order to deceive his trust, so as to get himself...

Thinking this way, the little boy is more guarded.

Yes, everyone can believe it.

However, this may not be an opportunity.

If the other party wants to take this to gain their trust.

Then, he can also use this person to take himself out from here.

When he was on the ground, he found another chance, pretending to trust the other party, and then ran away secretly while he relaxed his guard.

Thinking of this, he nodded softly and said yes.

Gallan saw him nod, and drew a short sword from the dead body beside him, and threw it to him.

The little boy caught it subconsciously, but he seemed to be in a hurry.

He held his short sword slightly fascinated.

Because he hasn't touched the sword for a long time.

More than a year ago, he also practiced the sword with his little friends every day, if he wanted to become stronger, he could protect... protect...

Clenching the icy hilt and grasping this weapon of his own, the boy's heart calmed inexplicably.

He raised his head and saw that the dusty teenager had already moved forward, so he held his short sword tightly in his arms, trot for a few steps, and followed.

"what's your name?"

The teenager asked casually.

"..."

"There must be a name, otherwise I can't call you when something happens."

"...Novi."

"Novi."

Garland shouted the name, which was unknown, and he had seen several cult believers emerge from the corner in front of the corridor and rushed towards them.

"Either hide or protect yourself."

The boy looked sharply at the front and said, "Remember, if you are caught, I cannot compromise for you."

After that, before waiting for Novi’s answer, Gallan had squeezed his sword and greeted the cultists.

Novi looked at Gallan's back and felt a little stunned by what Galran said just now.

This man... is a little different from what he imagined.

There is no false consolation, no pretense, big bag to say anything will protect him anyway.

However, this person's words made him feel more at ease than those good words.

Even so-called blood relatives and sworn loyal subordinates will betray because of their own desires.

In order to protect strangers who have only one side of the relationship and put themselves in danger... there must be no plans!

But the man made it very clear that he would only protect himself without putting him at risk.

It sounds a bit ruthless, but the other party speaks frankly.

Instead, let Novi believe a little.

At least, it's not like a lie.

He carefully shrunk his body in the shadows of obscure corners, concealing his existence, and at the same time clasped his dagger in his chest, paying attention to all movements around him with vigilance.

After confirming that there was no danger, he turned his attention to the man again.

The light in the stone gallery was dim, and the oil lamps on the walls were not enough to illuminate this piece.

But the light refracted by the firelight reflected on the blade was inexplicably bright.

Novi opened his eyes and watched the young man beheading several animists under his sword.

The young man’s body is not strong, even slender, but agile like a cheetah, much stronger than Novi’s imagination.

Novi looked at the young man who would soon kill all the chasing soldiers, but he didn't get a little injury. The gloomy eyes showed a light.

If he can be so strong...

If he can become as strong as this person...

No one can trust.

Only the strength he has is his greatest dependence.

He wants to escape.

He wants to become as strong as this man.

One day, he will make everyone fear for seeing himself.

One day, he will let all those who betrayed and bullied him die in his hands in pain!

For this day, even if he suffers, he will live no matter what he suffers from—

The child's eyes became more and more obscure.

The bottomless abyss slowly poured out from under his eyes, and the invisible monsters nourished by hatred grew a little bit under his heart, and became terrible and terrifying.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached his eyes, startled him, and he slammed the dagger holding his hands forward.

Looking up again, he was surprised to find that it was the teenager who reached out to him.

The teenager smiled at him and said, "Come, we are gone."

Obviously, it was covered with dust and black and gray so that people could hardly see the face, but this smile would not make people feel annoying.

Novi looked at the hand reaching his eyes, hesitated, and slowly grasped.

The teenager didn't seem to care about his hesitant attitude, took his hand and walked forward quickly, it seemed that he was eagerly looking for something, so he walked fast, and he had to trot to keep up. .

Novi glanced at the other person and took his hand.

It's been a long time since no one held his hand like this...after that day.

Obviously, there is only one year.

But the touch of the soft hand of the girl who has been holding him tenderly since he was very young, teaching him to learn to walk, and taking him forward, seems to have been a long time ago, almost forgotten by him...

Novi looked up and looked at the back of the teenager ahead.

He thought, maybe this person could really take him to the ground and rescue him.

Thinking about it this way, he saw the teenager who was walking fast in front suddenly stopped.

"Why stop?"

He looked around and saw no enemies, he couldn't help asking.

"I don't know the way."

Standing in the large stone corridor, looking at the hall with passages in several directions in the front, Gallan rubbed his temples and said with a bit of distress.

"This place is too big."

Novi: "..."

"Where should I go?...Well, just feel free to go."

Novi: "........."

Can this guy who seems unreliable really take him out?

Novi felt like he was fooled.

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The dark corridor was empty.

Someone was walking in the stone corridor at a very fast pace. The dim light of the stone corridor was winding and endless, and only one person's footsteps echoed in it.

Although Heimus walked fast, his face was not good.

At the moment, his eyes were indescribably gloomy, and there was faintly a struggle in the depths of his eyes, which seemed to tear out at any time.

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He was obviously not injured, but his expression seemed to be holding back some great pain, and sweat even leaked out of his forehead.

The past he almost forgot...

The memory that had been buried deep in his mind, refusing to think back, and forcing himself to be forgotten, was forcibly evoked by the husky voice at this time.

And...I don't know if it is his illusion.

Since entering the stone corridor, there has always been a faint, scentless fragrance lingering around.

But if you hold your breath and smell it carefully, you can only smell the moist smell with a decaying smell underneath, and you can't smell any fragrance at all.

But when I continued to move forward, I could feel a little light fragrance...

Has the sanity started to become unclear?

Huimus held his sweating forehead and couldn't help thinking.

No way.

Hurry up.

...Leave here soon...find Galland soon...

While meditating on the name silently, the deep anger in Heimus' eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes clear.

Taking a deep breath, he quickened his pace again and, with his own feeling, ran upward in the winding stone gallery.

After running again for a while, he finally saw the end.

At the end of the stone steps that extend upward, a stone gate stands there.

Perhaps because of staying too long in a claustrophobic environment, Huimus felt that his consciousness seemed a little vague.

If there is a scent that is still there, it appears beside him...

He shook his head to wake himself up.

He didn't realize that the sweat that had oozed from his forehead was so great that he stuck a wet hair stick to his cheek.

His breath is also much heavier and heavier than usual.

The brain was dizzy, and Heimos stepped up, almost unable to think, but by instinct he wanted to destroy everything that blocked him.

Pulling a sword, he severely split the stone door in front of him.

The cracked stone door fell and fell, and he stepped into the door.

The originally dark sight suddenly became bright, and the crimson firelight swayed in front of his eyes, as if burning his head, burning him with a headache.

The original scent of arrogance suddenly became rich at this instant, surrounding his body.

When he inhaled the fragrance, his body gradually became weak.

With the sound of Keng, the long sword in his hand dropped on the blue stone floor and made a crisp impact.

Hands and feet became heavy and stiff like stones at this moment, and Huimus fell to his knees weakly.

He gasped in a hurry, and his vague sight could vaguely see the carvings on the blue stone plate under his feet.

...A familiar rune pattern for sacrifice...

The fire flashed around, and he suddenly understood.

He thought that he was choosing the way forward based on his feelings. In fact, it seemed that there was an invisible power in the underworld, just like the scent at the same time, which guided him without trace and lured him here.

He knelt down on the ground, everything in his line of sight had shaken, and even the light of the fire dimmed a little.

painful.

But it is not physical pain.

That's something more unbearable than physical pain.

That piece of memory that he had tried to forget, at this moment seemed to be dragged out of his mind by invisible forces, and played back in front of him again and again.

...

On the huge altar, blue stone plates were spread in the center.

A mysterious pattern was carved on it, spreading out one by one on the black and blue stone slab.

The dark night sky, a crescent moon.

But the moonlight was **** like blood, inexplicably giving a creepy feeling.

The lines carved on the black and cyan stone slab are all blood red, not painted with paint, but the blood flows like a thin stream from the disc in the middle along the surrounding lines, so that the lines on the altar slab are full Blood.

The rich breath of blood spreads here.

The bodies of a dozen children were thrown across the edge of the altar.

Their empty eyes stared at the blood-red meniscus in the sky, and the body that had been drained of blood appeared abnormally pale.

The lines in the black and cyan altar slabs were already full of their blood.

There is only one point left, and as long as there is a little more blood, the blood will be able to flow to the marginal lines of the altar.

A heavy gasp sounded hurriedly in the altar, and someone sat on the ground.

However, that was not the last child to be a sacrifice.

A believer in a black and blue robe sat on the ground, his eyes widened in horror, like a devil standing in front of him, his face twisted by fear, like a ghost.

His fingers slammed into the ground, his pale lips trembling, making a whimper almost forced from his throat.

His pupils, shattered by fear to the limit of what a living person can reach, trembling reflected the scene in front of him.

The young boy stood in the altar, and he waved his hand. The dagger in his hand punctured the eyes of a man under his feet, penetrating his head.

The splattered blood stained half of his cheeks and stained his dark hair.

The boy's eyes were terrifyingly vicious and fierce.

He was surrounded by dozens of corpses—all of which were killed by him.

The man paralyzed on the ground saw with his own eyes that the young child, who was supposed to be the last sacrifice, was about to cut his throat, and the **** red light burst out of his eyes.

He went crazy in an instant.

Then, the suddenly mad kid killed everyone present.

Yes, everyone, he will be killed soon.

The still warm blood was flowing from the bodies around the boy, soaking the boy's brown bare feet in it.

The boy who killed another person turned his head, his eyes fell on him.

The man suffocated.

There is no reason.

His hands were shaking, his body was shaking.

Apparently the other party was just a young child, but his eyes were trembling, making him tremble uncontrollably.

The boy stepped on the ground with his **** feet, one step at a time with blood-red footprints, like a **** of death from hell, stepping towards him step by step.

Like a frog stared at by a viper, he slumped on the ground, unable to move.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the boy.

Perhaps it was the extreme fear, or maybe it was stimulated by a scene in which his companion died tragically under the boy's hands, and he suddenly giggled.

"You can't escape..."

He said in a hoarse voice.

His eyes were wide, empty, and he stared at the boy who came to him in full blood.

He giggled, and the laughter showed strangeness, and his face was so distorted.

"...You have been branded as a sacrifice to the goddess of all things..."

The skin on the back of the boy's skin was branded with a soldering iron, impregnated with paint, and painted into bright red runes.

Rune symbolizing all things.

"Oh, you can't escape...can't escape..."

"You have so much blood in your hands...that is our blood, which has penetrated into your body and blended into you...forever..."

"You will be one with us..."

The blood in that body reflected the moonlight, as if a horrible blood was shrouded in this young child.

The dagger in his hand pierced the heart of the man who kept talking.

"You can never escape..."

The believers of all things in the pool of blood smiled sullenly, eyes like dead fish eyes, staring at each other intently.

"Even if it fails this time...but someday...someday...the great God will guide you back to Yuqian again..."

There was blood in the corners of his mouth, but he was still talking.

He gave a final high-pitched cry before he died.

"You are the chosen sacrifice... You are destined to dedicate all your flesh and soul to the great God of All Things!"

The last word fell, and the believer stopped breathing.

His wide-open eyes almost stared straight at the boy, strange and terrifying.

The boy fell to his knees.

He had just madly killed everyone and looked like a devil in the eyes of others. His now thin shoulder shivered uncontrollably.

His breath was short and heavy, as if he would be short of breath.

Clang, the dagger fell to the ground.

The boy knelt on the ground and looked at his own hands, shaking hands, **** hands.

Slowly close your eyes and clenched your hands red.

The blood-red moonlight fell on the unusually desperate face of the boy kneeling on the ground.

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That tragic... The unforgettable memories of childhood eroded his mind, as if the pain of the young child at that time was once again imprinted on him at this moment.

Heimos knelt down on the ground, his forehead sweating.

There seemed to be a huge black hole in the body that swelled a little, trying to swallow him.

He tried hard to keep himself awake, but he couldn't match the fragrance that surrounded his body and made his thoughts gradually trance.

He seemed to fall into the darkness a little bit...

At the last moment, he reached forward unconsciously.

It's like asking for help.

...Gallan.