A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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Garland was in a trance, and suddenly, a drop of cold water dripped from his wet hair tip on the tip of his nose.

A click made him awake.

He looked closely and found that the black robe priest was still walking slowly down the stone steps.

Even, the other party seems not to speak at all.

The people around him just watched the black robe priests with caution, including Huimus, who was beside him, and nothing happened.

It's like... they didn't even hear what the black robe priest said.

From beginning to end, the only person who hears the other party is himself.

Frowning slightly, and holding the sword in his hand, Gallan walked towards the black robe priest.

He felt that there was no need to waste time, just simply solve this priest, and then burn the altar here, and it was all over.

But at this moment, he suddenly smelled a faint scent.

When the fragrance lingered around, it seemed to expel the **** smell that had just contaminated him.

He was in a trance, his body suddenly became unstable, and he shook, and he could not help but kneel down on the ground.

Strange... the body doesn't listen.

The aroma was originally light, and at the back, it became a little thicker.

Garland tightened his mind, turned back quickly, and then was shocked to find that the knights behind him and West Asia had fallen to the ground somehow.

Everyone except him has fallen into a coma.

Da.

Clap.

A soft tapping sound came from above, and Garland turned back and looked up.

The priest of all things walked down the stone steps step by step, and the bottom of the scepter he held in his hand tapped the stone slab one at a time, making a soft tapping sound.

Although the noise is not loud, it is particularly clear at the moment in the silent front hall.

He knelt on the ground on one knee and only felt the smell coming out of his nose.

The feeling was as if the priest came step by step, and the fragrance came in bursts.

From the very light at the beginning, to the richness at the back, all the thick **** smell in the apse separated by a thin veil was driven back.

The entire front hall was enveloped by this strange scent, which surrounded him, as if infiltrating into his body a little, making his consciousness gradually trance.

The whole body is like sinking into the soft cotton wool, soft and warm, and the body is extremely comfortable.

The brain gradually emptied.

Don't want to do anything, do nothing.

The whole person became relaxed and lazy.

The bright light in the line of sight dimmed a little bit, as if the warm breath bathed in the sun came up, wrapping him all around...

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

The forehead fell in front of him, and a deep shadow fell, covering his eyes. Gallan, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't hold it anymore and leaned over to the ground.

The long gold hair spread out on the stone ground, and the teenager fell into a deep dream.

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"West Asia."

Faintly, he heard a gentle voice calling his name.

The man who called him hugged him with soft hands.

The courtyard bathed in sunlight was very quiet. He closed his eyes and snuggled up in that warm embrace.

"West Asia, you need to grow up quickly."

The girl holding him looked at him softly with a small eyebrow, and said with a smile, "You are the prince of Canal, you need to be strong quickly and protect Canal well."

I will.

Sister Wang.

I will grow up, I will become stronger, I will protect you, protect Canal.

The child answered in his heart.

But in an instant, the quiet courtyard shattered like a bubble.

The endless war was ignited on the originally prosperous land.

He stood blankly in the snow-white palace, listening to the heavy iron hoof sound on the Canal.

He saw countless corpses with arms broken down in the city where the war was spreading. The flames burned the city, and the blood stained the ground.

He saw the tall tower, and the snow-white tower was extremely bright under the sun.

The roaring north wind brought a **** atmosphere from afar, lifting the girl's long skirt standing on the top of the tower, and her long blond hair covering her face.

"Sister Wang, don't leave me behind."

The little child begged and tried to reach out to the figure.

Grab her.

he thinks.

Hold her tight, he wants to go to the father and brother with her, he doesn't want to be left alone.

However, just when his hand was about to grab the corner of the opponent's clothing.

The girl jumped.

The long blond hair spread out in the bright sky, and the hand he stretched out desperately grabbed an empty space.

With a bang, the girl's body hit the ground heavily.

The crushed flesh and blood splashed out on the ground, and his face was splashed with his face-

The little child stood there blankly, staring blankly at the mass of flesh on the ground that could no longer be seen.

...

"She left you behind."

A deep voice suddenly sounded in his dull ears.

"Not..."

He subconsciously wanted to refute.

"She left you alone in this world, she fled, but let you face the cruel future alone."

"It's not like this!"

He shouted out loud and hiss was exhausted.

But his refusal seemed to be more like disguising his inner shaking.

"It's not like this... she's protecting me... in order to keep me alive, so only--"

"She was relieved and all the pain was borne by you."

"Not..."

The little child shook his head, and tears poured out of his eyes.

He did not want to admit it.

But this is the case.

The voice dug out the darkest place in his heart, his deep resentment.

Not knowing when to start, he vaguely couldn't help thinking about it.

He was left behind by his loved ones, and he was forced to struggle alone in the world and bear all the suffering.

Why is he?

he thinks.

Why did he suffer the torture?

"Prince of Canal."

The deep voice continued to ring in front of him.

He stood on the spot, raised his tear-stained face, and stared blankly at the front.

Above the high altar, priests in black and blue robes stood on the stone steps and stood calmly.

He looked down at him in a predominantly posture.

It's like a **** looking down on tiny beings, cruel and ruthless.

He said: "The death of Canal is already doomed."

"Already... doomed..."

If everything is already doomed.

What is his struggle so far?

The child stood blankly, his gaze calmed down a little.

"That's its destiny, and also yours."

...The head of the father who was raised up high by the flagpole...

...Brother Wang who fell down unwillingly with a silver gun in his chest...

Under the snow-white high tower, the crushed sister Wang...

... Displaced... and finally betrayed himself, surrounded by countless Gastads...

Also, the cruel things he suffered...

That scene seemed to be staged before his eyes again.

That is destiny.

Someone told him that.

Canal's destiny, his destiny, and everyone's destiny are already doomed.

The black priest's soft, low voice echoed in his ears.

"Fate will never change."

Therefore, all his struggles are in vain.

His so-called persistence is nothing but joy and jokes in the eyes of the gods.

The child stood absently.

The lights around him were extremely bright, but he couldn't see a glimmer of light under his eyes.

...He tried to resist fate, so he suffered such a punishment...

In a trance, he seemed to be back to the past.

On the white tower, he stood, and the wind roared past him.

His sister Wang was beside him, holding his hand and showing him a gentle smile.

Then, leap forward.

Sister Wang took his hand, took him with him, and jumped from the tower.

Destiny is so.

No resistance.

He is destined to perish with his family and his kingdom.

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The bright lights illuminate the entire front hall, and also illuminate Huimus' face.

He fixed his gaze on the robe priest above the platform, and his eyes showed an undisguised murderous intention.

Clenching the sword in his hand, he took a big step and walked straight forward.

Three steps and two steps, he quickly climbed the stone steps and rushed to the robe priest.

Cut off with a sword, without hesitation.

The blade easily split the body of the robe priest and cut off the whole person in two.

Blood splattered on Huimus' face and fell into his eyes.

The scorching pain made his eyes sore, making him close his eyes subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes again, the bright environment suddenly dimmed.

Everything in front of me changed.

His men stood on the ground, and the **** moonlight fell all around.

At his feet, countless corpses lay in this open altar bathed in blood and moonlight.

The dagger in his hand was dripping blood.

He is very young.

The young child stood in the center of the altar, and the sculpted black and cyan slabs centered on him extended indefinitely. Thousands of dead corpses extended infinitely in all directions around him, with no end in sight.

He stood alone in the **** sea of ​​the corpse mountain, staring blankly at everything in front of him, watching his **** hands.

He killed so many people.

So many people's blood was stained in his hands.

In a trance, the priest in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You are chosen by the God of All Things, come and dedicate your life and soul."

The low voice was very bewitching.

He reached out to him.

"Come on... integrate with the great God."

He took a step forward.

When the corner of the mouth of the black robe priest raised a smile, he stabs the dagger in his hand with a blank expression into the opponent's body----

Suddenly the sky turned around, and the scene before him collapsed.

In a blink of an eye, he was already in the palace.

Suddenly he heard Keng, he raised his head subconsciously, and saw a sharp arrow hit the fire plate on the post.

The copper basin fell from the sky, caught off guard, and the burning coal fell on him.

With a blast, the flame ignited violently, and the tongue of flame quickly ignited half of his body along with the dark black liquid covering him.

The fire was burning, swallowing him whole.

The crimson flame burned his skin, his flesh and blood, and almost dried his bone marrow—

He was crazy with pain, but he could only watch his body burnt.

He saw what he looked like in the mirror, neither human nor ghost.

He sat on the huge and cold throne with this half-body that he thought was ugly and unadulterated, and looked down at the crowd kneeling to him with trembling.

He is alive but dead.

...

"That is your destiny."

The familiar hoarse voice sounded in his ear again, causing Huimos to wake up suddenly.

He did not know when he had kneeled on the ground on one knee, grasping the hilt with both hands, and supported his body with his long sword.

He gasped violently, his forehead cold and sweaty.

The severe pain in the body when it was burned alive by the flame, and the pain in the cone heart that survived with the torn body seemed to remain in his body.

But his eyes were still sharp, and no amount of pain could shake him.

Heimus raised his eyes and looked coldly in the direction of the sound.

auzw.com "From the beginning, you have been chosen by my god."

At his feet, the upper half of the body he had cut off was right in front of his eyes.

The black robe priest, whose body was broken, was alive strangely.

Most of the other party's face was still hidden under the dark hood. He could only see the other party's lips continually opening and talking to him.

"Integrate with the great God, dedicate the body and soul to my God, dedicate everything, and let the great God of all things come into the world-that is your destiny."

The other party sighed verbally.

"You can't escape, you have the brand that God has given you..."

The sword stabs down sharply, running through the head that is still talking.

Heimus pierced the opponent's head with a blank expression.

"I don't care how you pretend to be a ghost. I can't kill you once, I will kill you a second, third, and countless times until I kill you completely."

He stood up and drew his sword.

Then he crushed the talking head with one foot.

But the moment he crushed the head with one foot, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed again.

The stone palace disappeared in front of his eyes, and suddenly the surrounding became a battlefield.

He heard the familiar sound of horseshoes stepping on the ground and galloping on the ground.

In the dark night, flames burned in the city, illuminating the night sky.

Countless arrows flew in the fire, like rain.

Houses were ignited, and the people cried in the fire and fled around.

The Aaron Landis cavalry dressed in black and red armor and the white armor of the Gasdard cavalry fought fiercely in the night, and the sound of the blade's impact echoed under the night sky.

They were surrounded by the Gasdards and blocked in a square in the city. One by one, the Allen Landis cavalry was beheaded by the Gasdad cavalry.

Heimos saw Galland on the battlefield, and the boy was guarded by many Aaron Landis cavalry, fighting with everyone.

The armor and golden hair on the boy's body have been stained with a little blood.

When Huimus saw Gallan's moment, he suddenly felt his hand move.

He raised a strong bow in front of him.

Bow and arrow.

The direction of the arrow pointed straight to where the blond boy was under the night.

A huge panic rushed out of his body, and he tried to drop the strong bow in his hand, but his body completely violated his will at this moment.

There seemed to be an invisible and powerful force to control him, and let him raise an arrow to Galland in the distance.

stop!

He desperately wanted to stop all this, but no matter how hard he struggled, his hands steadily opened the bow, the arrow pointed forward.

His hand pulled the bow string to the limit of almost breaking.

The sharp arrow pointed at Garlan's back in the battlefield.

stop--!

No one could hear the roar in his heart.

A buzz.

The arrow went away.

A long arc was traversed in the night sky, and then penetrated Gallan's back.

The teenager fell from his horse and fell to the ground.

The blond hair submerged in the mud, and blood poured from the chest, staining the ground red.

The pupil suddenly dilated, and Huimus stood there dull, hands and feet cold.

The noise of the battlefield seemed to be far away from him at this moment, and the whole world fell into silence.

As if the boy closed his eyes, his heart would freeze.

He killed Gallan.

He personally...

"That's destiny, you and him are destiny twins."

The hoarse voice whispered in his ear, surrounding him.

"When you live, he will die in your hands."

"impossible……"

"He will die because of you."

"Do not……"

"You know this is true, you can feel it, this is the truth."

"…shut up………"

"There is always someone between you who is going to die because of each other."

"shut up!"

The voice echoed in his ear, proclaiming the cruelest prediction.

"You will never be able to live together!"

Destiny is so.

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When conscious, he felt that someone was pinching his jaw, so powerful that he almost thought his jaw was crushed like this.

The cold liquid poured into his throat and flowed into his body, and the poison|drug ignited the flames in his body.

The internal organs and the internal organs seemed to be burning with flames, almost making people unhappy.

His wildly waving hand grasped the front man's placket firmly.

Opening his eyes, his breath choked.

He saw those golden red eyes, familiar and strange.

The man who forcibly poured venom into his mouth stared at him. His eyes were like the vertical pupils of the viper, cold and cruel.

...Hymos...

The severe pain made his body tremble with pain. He opened his mouth hard, but his throat corroded by venom made no sound.

Suddenly, it was dark in front of me, and turned on again in a blink of an eye.

Everything around has changed.

The cold rain hit his face. He opened his eyes and opened his mouth, but couldn't breathe.

The throat was pinched tightly.

His feet were empty, hanging in the air, and the pain of suffocation made his eyes shed tears.

Beneath it is the sky.

The man stood on the edge of the high loft platform, holding his throat with one hand to lift him high in the sky.

Then, that hand was released.

He fell from the sky.

Instinctively, he held out his hand and wanted to call for help from the person who killed him.

Do not know why, he always felt that this person should grab his hand and hug him tightly.

But the man just stood there, staring down at himself coldly.

After all, his hand didn't catch anything.

He fell heavily from the high cliff.

At the moment of landing, there were flames all around him. He was in the sea of ​​fire, the flames were endless, just like the prison that imprisoned him.

He lay on the ground, and the heat wave rolled, wave after wave came.

There was smoke and the burning dust made him almost unable to breathe.

He lay alone and helpless in the sea of ​​fire, and the dust that choked into his throat gradually blurred his consciousness.

In the blurred vision, he saw a familiar figure standing outside the sea of ​​fire.

He saw the man staring straight at his vaginal and violent gaze, quenched with poison, full of resentment and murderous intent.

At this moment, a sudden rainstorm poured out.

The sea of ​​fire disappeared in an instant.

He saw a man with blood-red eyes striding, and the grimacing anger almost covered the whole world.

He opened his eyes and watched the man raise the sword in his hand and stabbed hard into his chest.

The pain of the heart swept the whole body from the chest, and the pain was almost crazy.

...

"Are you willing?"

The teenager lay quietly on the ground, and the dangling rainwater soaked his blond hair.

The rain was mixed with blood, flowing down from under him.

A sharp sword with a chest nailed him all over the earth.

He was about to die, looking blankly at the rainy sky.

"Time and time again killed, forced to go through all this... are you willing?"

Of course not reconciled.

I had to leave my hometown where I grew up and come to such a strange place.

Alone.

No matter how struggling, or being killed again and again.

Why must he bear all this?

"This is destiny. No one is destined to change from the beginning."

Do not.

The gods let him come here to change their destiny.

He came back after dying again and again, just to change everything.

"Do you really think so?"

The voice gave a low laugh.

"Don't you ever think of bringing you here and experiencing death again and again, this is the original destiny?"

...The original fate?

wrong.

He changed the fate of many people, he saved many lives.

"Nothing has changed. What you call change and salvation is the established trajectory."

The sound around his ears was deeply ironic.

"You can't change the established trajectory-like the king of the lion, destiny wants him to die there, so you can't save him."

"You can't save someone who is destined to die."

The pupil of the teenager who was lying on the ground quietly contracted violently.

[I saved countless people, but only... I couldn’t save the people who wanted to save the most. 】

Too much blood loss made his lips pale. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but his lips trembled slightly, and finally he could not say anything.

He lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

The black and cyan long pendulum passed by his eyes, and the black robe priest did not know when to appear before him.

He stood beside him, looking down at him.

"Son of the gods?" the black robe priest said with a chuckle, "No, you are just a chess piece in the hands of the gods, just a puppet that is dragged by the line of fate. Every move, only moves along the established trajectory."

He is just... a **** in the hands of the gods?

"Fate is so."

If everything is already doomed, then what is the point of coming to this world and enduring the pain of dying again and again...

There was a burst of pain in the heart, which made people feel uncomfortable, and blood ran under him.

He seemed to feel that life was passing through his body a little bit.

His body gradually became cold, his consciousness became a little blurred, sinking, sinking into the bottomless abyss...

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A gust of wind suddenly whizzed past, blowing the open window, making a soft clatter.

The teenager who had been lying quietly on the desk awake suddenly awakened.

The lamp was lit in the room, and the tube gave out a soft and bright light, illuminating the room like daylight.

He was shocked to find that he was lying on the desk, half of the written paper was unfolded in front of him, and he still held a pen in his hand.

Strange... how could he be here?

Do not.

No, he was here.

Why does he have the illusion that he should not be here?

Sleepy?

The brain was dizzy and sore, and the teenager dropped his pen and raised his hand to rub his temples.

Probably during the most recent period of time to stay up until midnight to cope with the exam every night, it is really too tiring.

He smiled bitterly.

Actually halfway through the question, I fell asleep directly on the desk.

After yawning and stretching his stiff limbs again, he got up and came to the living room, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of cold soda.

He took a few sips with his head up, and the stimulating sensation of coldness cleared his mind.

The teenager was holding the water bottle, tilting his head and standing in front of the refrigerator, his eyes a little puzzled.

Speaking of which, when he fell asleep just now, he seemed to have a long dream.

Not only is it long, it is very strange.

But the specific content can not be remembered... just vaguely remember, his experience in the dream is not very good.

He seemed to have been killed by someone, and more than once.

Moreover, in his dream, he seems to have lost a person who is important to him... Even if he can't remember who that person is, as soon as he thinks about it, there is a feeling of worry in his heart, which makes his chest tight. Uncomfortable.

The teenager shook his head hard, trying to get rid of that uncomfortable feeling.

forget about it.

Why do you feel uncomfortable?

Since it is a nightmare, forget it.

He rubbed his head hard again and couldn't help complaining.

It's already terrible enough to stay up late to cope with the exam. How come even a dream is so miserable?

Pouring a bottle of soda to drive away the sleepiness that haunted him, he quickly glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall as he walked quickly back to his room.

But maybe it was because the lights were not turned on in the living room, the clock was hidden in the dark, and he glanced casually at the time without seeing the time.

He didn't even bother to sit back at the desk, took the pen and buried it in the half-exam again, and completely forgot the strange dream.

...

Forget it.

It was just a dream, a nightmare that made you suffer.