A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

A huge underground cave is quietly audible at this moment.

Everyone still maintained a stiff posture, tilted their heads, and stared blankly at the inexplicable scene in front of them.

Full of mist.

Heimus, who still had the ugly color on his face, was also one of the dull people.

His hand still held Gallan's arm hard, fingers clenched tightly.

He stared blankly at Gallan, his eyes confused, obviously he didn't know why he did such a thing.

Garland looked up at Huimus.

He saw that the golden trace in the golden eyes of Huimos had almost disappeared, and the gorgeous blood seemed to devour everything.

Looking at the blood-red pupils, it seemed as if he could see the blood sea of ​​hell burning and tumbling in the depths, which made people shudder.

No one dared to stare at it.

Garland stood still, motionless.

The right hand lifted slightly, making a gesture not to approach the knights who tried to walk around.

He just stood in front of Huimus and looked up, letting the other side clasp his arms without struggling.

His gaze fixedly stared at the scary **** pupils with a confused color.

"I'm talking."

He says,

"Hyimos, if you leave me, I need new power for Aaron Landis."

Garland watched Huimus's pupils shrink sharply.

But he was unrelenting and continued to speak in a sane and almost cruel tone.

"If you leave me, I will let others replace you and let others be my strength."

"Whether it's Elson's queen daughter or someone else."

"You know, I will do this to protect Aaron Landis."

Ignoring the pain that the other party was tightening on his arm, Garlan's eyes looked at Heimus severely, his voice suddenly rising.

"So, if you don't want to be abandoned by me, wake me up immediately!"

Heimus's pupils contracted violently, like the sea violently tumbling under the storm, and the huge waves raged.

He didn't move, but his face was so distorted by struggling, obviously struggling against some kind of invisible powerful force, trying his best to get rid of the other's bondage.

He gasped heavily, the sweat oozing from his forehead moistened a few strands of black hair and pressed against his brown cheeks.

The violently contracted pupil stared at Gallan straight, as if to imprint the other person's figure on the fundus.

The boy stood, his wet blond hair scattered on his shoulders, and pressed against his slender neck, slightly raised.

A little water mark on the forehead and hair tip dripped slowly along the cheek.

Even standing in this sea of ​​blood, he was still light, so clean that he could not be contaminated with the slightest **** breath.

In the darkness, only his golden eyes were as bright as the sun shining on the ground.

He shouted his name: "Hyimos."

The bright golden image in the young man's eyes penetrated and melted into the pupils of Heymus little by little, neutralizing the anger and restoring clarity.

The blood red gradually faded away, and even the evil spirit blending with the blood flew away.

Heimus breathed out slowly and long.

He let go of Garlan's arms, closed his eyes, and put one hand on his head.

When he opened his eyes again, he watched Gallan's eyes return to their softness.

He leaned over and bowed his head deeply, his forehead rested on Gallan's right shoulder.

"……So sad."

He hugged Garland and whispered that the almost murmured sound sounded like coquetry.

"Ok."

Garlan hummed, raised his hand, and patted Huimus' back gently.

It looks like a **** wolf who has been wronged so he is lying on his owner's coquettish.

While shooting, he said angrily,

"It's so easy to be controlled by others, and I'm sorry to say what the strongest knight is, and I'm sorry to say to protect me."

"You said that someone would replace me."

Heimus whispered, in a voice that only two people could hear.

Big Black Wolf is a little bit wronged.

"Wouldn't it be so exciting to wake you up?"

Heimos still wanted to say something, suddenly stretched out a hand from behind, grabbed his shoulder, and dragged him back.

"Your Excellency Huimos."

Kehos, who pulled Huimos away from Garland, looked at him with a smile.

His half cheeks and blond hair were pressed to the ground by Heimus just now, soaked in the pool of blood, and stained with blood red, making him look a little more murderous at the moment.

"Now we can't delay the time, we must enter the door as soon as possible to stop all things."

Heimus was originally dissatisfied with the fact that Kehuos dragged himself away.

But when he looked back at the other party, the black knight who had crushed the other party on the ground just now had a rare guilty conscience, and looked away uncomfortably.

"Hyimos, do you know what all things do in it?"

Garland asked.

Huimus shook his head.

"I was caught in their trap and stunned by a very strange scent, and what happened afterwards..."

He frowned, his long narrow eyes provoked slightly.

Looking up at the huge bronze stone gate, his eyes became extremely sharp, revealing a clear cruelty.

"No matter what they want to do, they must stop it."

Gallan said flatly.

"walk into."

He took the lead in walking forward, and everyone followed him.

West Asia, who had been staying under the stone steps, ran up quickly, and a series of blood splashed under his feet.

He glanced at Heimus deeply, his dark blue eyes flickered, and he followed Gallan closely.

Soon, everyone stood at the foot of the stone door.

The huge bronze-embedded stone door stood on the **** ground, rising from the ground.

Garran raised his hand and pressed it against the dark blue stone.

The cold instantly penetrates into the skin, freezing the bones.

He pushed hard, and the stone door didn't move.

Garland turned to look at the two people behind him.

Kehos and Huimus understood, and stepped forward to stand in front of the two doors. They glanced at each other and then pressed hard at the same time.

The stone gate is extremely heavy, and the muscles bulging from the arms of the two can be seen.

However, no matter how heavy it is, under the concerted efforts of these two powerful knights, the stone gate made a piercing friction and slowly opened.

The moment the thick stone door opened, a strong **** breath rushed out of it.

Originally standing on this blue stone slab square where blood was flowing, the blood was already very strong. However, the **** smell from the open stone door was several times stronger than the outside, and it was almost suffocating.

Frowning deeply, holding back the **** smell of this choking man, Garland and his party walked in quickly.

Everyone raised their vigilance.

They thought that what was waiting for them at the door would be the ferocious cultists who were about to fall into a difficult battle.

But the next second, when I saw the scene in the door at a glance, everyone stood on the spot.

An unprecedented horrible scene appeared in front of everyone.

The strange and **** scene was so shocked that they left only a blank space in their minds.

Behind the stone gate is a huge stone temple.

The black and cyan hexagonal diamond pillars rose up from the ground, rising upwards, surrounded by an arc, supporting the hall.

The sky of the hall is invisible, hidden in darkness.

The ground of the hall has been stained with blood.

That is the real sea of ​​blood.

Countless corpses piled up high and scattered all around the hall.

A corpse overlaps, forming a mountain of corpses piled up.

auzw.com Blood flows endlessly beneath countless corpse mountains, flooding the ground of the stone temple, forming a vast ocean, no more than the instep of the feet.

A few pillars of fire stood in the sea of ​​blood, and the faint fire light illuminated the corpse on the corpse mountain, illuminating the black and blue robe on their bodies.

Their eyes widened, their pupils dilated, and they stared blankly at the void.

There was a deep cut on their wrists, ankles and throat, and blood was still flowing from it.

The corners of their mouths were all raised, and there was no pain in their faces. Instead, they smiled brightly and contentedly.

Blood scoured the piles of corpse mountains, and all the dead people's faces appeared this strange smile.

Looking at this amazing scene in the stone temple, everyone felt that there was hair in their hearts, and a cold that permeated into their hearts.

All the people present were knights who fought in the battlefield and fought in the flesh and blood all the year round. They had seen corpses running across the battlefield. They had killed countless enemies with their own hands. They used to change their heads again and again. Stabbed into the flesh and blood of the enemy, let their mount trample on the body of the enemy-they are accustomed to death, war and blood.

Both in Wuyong and in spirit, they are strong and tough knights.

But at this moment, looking at the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but feel horrified—no guts, it was human instinct to resist strange and terrible things from the bottom of my heart.

"These are... believers in all things?"

A knight couldn't help but speak.

"From the perspective of clothing, that is indeed the case."

"They all seem to have killed themselves."

"There is no sign of resistance, not even signs of struggling."

"That is to say... they cut their hands, feet and throats and watched as they bleed to death?"

"I'm afraid that's the case."

The crowd fell silent again.

Watching him bleed to death without struggling, so he dedicated his life on the altar, these cultists were terribly crazy.

"What the **** do they want to do?"

Looking around the stone temple where only the dead are left, Kehos frowned and said.

"It seems that there is a sacrifice... Although the consequences will be unknown, but I think the result will be very terrible things."

Gallan said, staring at the front dignifiedly.

At a glance, it can be estimated that there are as many as five or six hundred cultists who died here, and the body is almost filled with the entire huge stone temple.

His heart was awe-inspiring.

Although it stands to reason that God cannot interfere with human affairs, Gallan has never seen any terrible miracles of this so-called evil god.

The evildoers are all believers in all things, so the so-called powerlessness and fearlessness are only special drug effects.

However, after entangled with this cult for so long, Gallan also vaguely felt that the priests of all things do have a power that can affect people's consciousness and seduce the darkest evil in the heart of people.

If this power can be extended to a large extent and seduce the evil thoughts in the hearts of countless people...

I am afraid that a large-scale war will erupt on this continent.

If you go on like that, it is likely that, as he saw in his dream, not only Aaron Landis, the entire continent will be destroyed in the flames of war, and finally become a deserted land without vitality...

"Everything will eventually disappear."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the dead stone temple.

The sound didn't seem to come from one place, but from all directions.

"Only the goddess of all things will be eternal."

Heimus, who had been coldly glancing around, suddenly raised his head, his eyes piercing the darkness like a sword, and thrust forward.

This is the voice he once heard!

"Come on, I have waited a long time."

"Come to God's imperial presence, creeping at the feet of the great God."

The hoarse voice continued to echo throughout the stone palace, deep and thick, with a long trace of vicissitudes.

"Not right."

Kehuos approached Garland, lowering his voice.

"Your Majesty, I don't know what you will encounter later. For your safety, it is better to quit first."

Garland shook his head.

"That's too late."

This may be the reason why he felt that he had to come here.

The teenager clenched his hands.

The sacrifice cannot be made successful, and Aaron Landis and the entire continent cannot be destroyed in the flames of war as he dreamed.

He must stop.

"go."

Stepping on the **** ocean under his feet, he walked past the corpse mountains around him, and Garland and his party walked forward.

In front of the main hall, a huge black veil falls in the middle, separating the front and back halls.

Garland took a deep breath, then reached out and lifted the black veil in front of him, striding in.

As soon as he entered, the suddenly brightened environment made him squint.

It took a while for him to see everything before he got used to it.

The dark harem covered with blood and the dead is completely two extremes, and the front hall behind the black veil is spotless.

Countless torches hung on the blue stone wall, brightly lit the front hall.

At the end of the front hall, on the huge black and cyan platform, a giant idol stood on it.

It is so majestic that it is daunting to see a height of only 50 meters.

It stands on the ground, and anyone standing at the foot of the idol is like a ant, so small that it is too weak to hit.

A stern chill radiated from it.

Gallan has seen countless idols, but he has never seen such a weird form.

The idol has only one thigh and a thick black stone tail behind it, allowing it to stand steadily in the hall.

The torso of a normal person, but there is only one breast in the chest|room, bulging from the middle of the chest.

The dark black hair like the night sky was scattered from the body of the god.

There was only one huge golden eye on that face.

One hand was wrapped in a long cloth, the other hand stretched forward, holding a round stone ball in his hand. Huge black and cyan wings spread behind the idol, extremely long, almost covering the entire front hall.

The shape of this giant idol is so strange, but it fuse together wonderfully, forming a wonderful sense of softness.

Not only does it not make people feel repulsive, but inexplicably feels close.

"Everything will go to the path of disappearance, and the goddess who created everything will wake up again from a deep sleep."

The low, hoarse voice clearly sounded in Garland's ear again.

He looked up and looked forward.

I saw a figure dressed in a black and blue robe at the foot of the huge **** was slowly coming down the stone steps of the platform.

The wide hood covered the man's face.

However, even if the man's face was hidden in the darkness, Gallan could clearly feel that the man's gaze fixed on himself from the shadow.

"...Really dazzling... this bright soul light..."

It was like a whisper of muttering, like a sigh in a strange tone.

"Aaron Landis Young King..."

The sound is not loud, deep and calm.

The man was obviously far away from him, but the hoarse voice seemed to ring in his ears, as if the man was speaking to him.

"Everything you do is in vain..."

"...You should have seen...the future of your kingdom, the future of this continent..."

"The people around you will die one by one, like the lion king...the kingdom will eventually die one day...the mainland is destined to be destroyed in the war...all things in this world will disappear..."

"Young King, you can't change anything."

"No matter how hard you struggle, everything you want to protect will be destroyed over time."

"This is the future."

The dark words of the priest in black and blue robes are like prophecies representing the coming of the gods.

"This is destiny."

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