A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the pupil of the black robe priest suddenly enlarged, there was a click and the black bluestone scepter soaring in the air was cut off with a sword.

The vortex formed by the invisible gray and black mist surrounding it shrank violently into a mass, and then exploded.

It is so thick that it can be substantiated by the naked eye, and the gray-black mist that is visible to the naked eye instantly disappears, as if it never appeared in this world.

At the same time, the huge and invisible air flow violently rushed out in all directions, scraping several oil lamps hanging on the stone pillars and shaking them violently after a few shakes, and then fell to the ground with a crack and shattered.

As the oil that hit the ground burned fieryly, the flame rose only a few tens of seconds, and when the oil burned out, it was extinguished on the cold stone ground.

The head of the severed stick fell to the ground, and the round sphere on the head fell off from above.

It rolled a few times on the altar, before the eyes of the black robe priest.

The old man turned his head sideways, his eyes staring desperately at the rolling wand-head stone ball, straight and almost protruding from his eyes.

He ruffled his throat and made a hissing sound like a broken bellows, and stretched out his hand desperately, apparently trying to catch it.

Irrespective of his own behavior, the blood on his chest spewed out, and he pressed hard to the point where the blue muscles burst on his forehead.

Just hold it...

Hold on...he might still live...

That stone ball... contains the last trace of strength that the great goddess of all creatures left on the earth before he slept.

That bluestone ball is the treasure of all things.

A long time ago, the founder of the Animism obtained this treasure before dying due to an accident and survived. Later, he felt the weak divine power remaining in the bluestone ball, so he created the all things religion with the help of divine power.

From generation to generation, the Animism grew stronger and stronger, because of their sacrifices, the sleeping **** of God awoke a little bit.

But in this generation, the hateful King Camos even led the army to cleanse their main place of worship, and slaughtered the noble high priest and countless believers.

As the only remaining priest of all things, he fled with the Emperor Treasure, and hid at the border of Aaron Landis and Canal.

Under the guidance of Treasure, he found this ancient temple built underground in the ancient times to worship the goddess of all things.

He found that this underground stone temple seems to be the birthplace of the treasure.

After that, he stayed in this underground temple, patiently gathered around the believers, gathered the scattered residual forces, and reconstructed all things a little bit again.

Then, he secretly let the forces of all things infiltrate silently into Aaron Landis, trying to complete the feat of the failure of the high priest to destroy Aaron Landis and bring the mainland into war.

Only, he didn't think of it anyway.

He failed.

If the high priest died in the hands of the King Camos many years ago, now he is about to die in the hands of Aaron Landis' new young king.

Do not!

He will not die! He saw that he could accomplish a feat that the high priest could not achieve.

After the failure of the destruction of Aaron Landis, he sacrificed the flesh and soul of thousands of loyal believers here for more than a year.

Today is the last time, the last step.

Obviously, as long as today's sacrifice is successful, the power of the God of All Things will penetrate into the earth.

But-damn-why did the young king break into here today?

Why can he not be influenced and tempted by the power of the great God?

[If there is so-called destiny in the world, then I am destiny! 】

Suddenly there was a scene in which the young king cut off the scepter, and the eyes of the old priest stiffened.

Some kind of unspeakable fear came into his heart.

...No, no...God gave him guidance...Aaron Landis will surely perish, and the mainland will also perish due to war...

And he will not die.

He knew it, he could feel it.

He should not die here.

Animism will flourish on the war-torn continent, and it will become a behemoth that no country dares to offend easily in the future.

He will be the high priest of all things. The lives of countless people are in his words. Even the king of a country will not dare to offend him easily.

That is his future, the future guided by destiny!

Yes.

It should be so.

Therefore, he will never die here!

As long as it seizes the treasure, it is said that it saved the life of the first bishop of all things, then he must also be able to--

The old priest stretched out his hand strenuously, trying to hold the stone ball rolling slowly towards him.

Just one second before his fingertips were about to touch the stone ball.

Suddenly, he reached over and picked up the stone ball from the ground.

His hand was still stretched forward, and the old priest almost bulged from the eye socket with the stone ball and moved slightly from the ground.

The blood was flowing under him, he opened his mouth, but only made a little gurgling sound.

He stared at the stone ball that might save his life, opened his mouth, glared, stretched out his hand, and swallowed his last breath.

The priest of all things, the future bishop of all things.

This terrible character who should have made waves on the mainland in the future, caused countless wars, stirred up countless storms, and plunged the entire continent into endless darkness, but at this moment, in a place that no one knows, silently Died deep underground.

The Animism, which has been inherited for hundreds of years, also ended with his death at this moment.

With long blond hair flying behind him, standing in front of the unshakable black robe priest, Gallan was too lazy to look at it, but looked down at the stone ball he had just picked up.

Blue sphere, smooth and round.

It seems to be stone, but it reflects the luster of the metal under the fire.

I can’t tell whether it’s natural or artificially slender lines carved with cold fluorescence on the sphere. When looking at it, it will be unconsciously attracted by the fluorescence, and the intertwined lines will form a wonderful pattern. It seems to **** your soul into it.

Garland tranced for a moment, then immediately woke up again.

When he looked at the stone ball again, he suddenly saw a gray-black mist rising from the blue stone ball. Those fogs twisted together, seemingly being pulled, drifting obliquely forward.

Garland looked in that direction.

After the altar, before the huge statue, a tall diamond-shaped stone pillar stood at the foot of the statue.

His body was tied to the stone column with ropes, and Heimos dropped his head.

The dark forehead was scattered in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes and was still sleeping, but the corners of his eyes were tightly closed, occasionally twitching slightly.

Even in a lethargy, his lips were tight.

The lip was thin, and it was like a straight line when it was pressed tightly, and it was almost pale without blood.

He was bound to the stone pillar at the foot of the idol, like a sacrifice to God.

The gray-black mist from the bluestone ball floated straight towards Heimus, and Garland could vaguely see that Heimus was surrounded and surrounded by gray-black mist.

The mist penetrated into the body of Heimus little by little.

…No, it’s more like that the fog is actively infiltrating into the body of Huimus, it is more like that Huimus attracted the mist into his body...

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Looking at the gray and black mist surrounding Huimos, Gallan's heart jumped inexplicably.

He suddenly wondered whether it was the same in previous generations.

From the beginning, long ago, Huimus was chosen to be the sacrifice of the **** of all things.

And the sufferings that Huimos experienced when he was very young, time and time again and again, and finally fell into a dark life...all are all guided by all things in the dark...Finally, they are forced into desperation...

Garland grabbed the bluestone ball in his hand and suddenly let go.

The bluestone ball fell to the ground, just about to roll away, the sword has fallen from the sky, and stabbed it heavily.

Stone ball meal.

Click.

A crack split from where the stone ball was stabbed by the sword, and then the crack spread rapidly along the surroundings. In a blink of an eye, the stone ball was covered with spider-web-like cracks.

With a few more clicks, the blue stone ball split into several halves, and then the lobes split again, breaking into countless pieces of stone in an instant.

After glancing at the crushed bluestone ball, Garland turned around and hurried to the towering stone pillar.

As soon as he approached Huimos, the thick gray-black mist that had originally wrapped around Huimos violently shook up and retreated to both sides from the direction he approached.

Seeing this scene, Garland pondered.

He stretched out his hand, wherever his fingers went, the mist spread out like he was afraid of something.

Heimos hung his head, his dark forehead scattered in a mess, and a deep shadow fell on his cheek.

Junmei's face was covered with a light mist, as if there was a vague sense of dissipation from it.

His tight eyes closed with a sharp blade of anger.

The eyelashes on the face are very long, very thin, and sharp to the extreme, as if it can stab all people who are close to him.

Garland suddenly felt distressed.

Everyone in the world believes that the Black Knight is so powerful that no one can defeat it.

He knew, however, how fragile the person in front of him was-in the face of things about him.

Garran's outstretched hand touched Heimus' cheek.

When his fingers touched the brown skin with blood marks left on it, the gray-black mist surrounding Huimus quickly withdrew him.

For a moment, the looming face in the mist suddenly became clear in front of his eyes, and he could almost see the trace of the other side's slender eyelashes moving.

The tightly closed corners of the eyes suddenly relaxed and softened a bit.

It was like the fierce wolf who was still in the air a second ago suddenly became docile.

The young man who was still sleeping was even unconsciously rubbing his hand with his cheek.

Garland was startled, and then couldn't help laughing.

He took a step back and waved his sword in his hand.

He **** the rope of Heimus with all his sword.

Losing the shackles of the rope, Heimus' body naturally fell forward.

Garran lifted his left hand to catch Hyimos, who had fallen forward.

"You said, how many times have I been saved?"

The teenager turned his head, looked at Heymus falling on him, and raised an eyebrow.

Heimus fell on him and his head fell on his shoulders, so the handsome face was especially close to him, and Gallan could almost see the traces of the very dark black eyelashes.

"Forget it."

He said, "Who made me say it a long time ago, will protect you, and you have to do it if you say it."

When I was very young, I said that I would protect you.

I will never let you once again embark on the path of almost self-destruction in previous lives.

I am here in this life.

I will protect you to the end.

...

"prince!"

A familiar shout came from behind, and Garland didn't have to look back to know who was calling him.

When Kehos became anxious, he would call him a prince.

He still supported Huimus, and when he looked back, he saw Kehos waking up to him in a hurry.

Behind Kehuos, a group of knights also woke up one after another and stood up.

Well, it seems to be awake.

Garland thought, and then glanced sideways at Huimus, who was leaning on himself.

"Why don't you wake up?"

He muttered quietly.

"Do you want to kiss you like Sleeping Beauty before you wake up?"

The young man's words just fell off, and the head leaning on his shoulder suddenly leaned forward.

Unexpectedly, he was kissed by the thin lips that came over suddenly.

"prince!!!"

Kehuos shouted from behind.

The golden pupil widened suddenly, and Gallan hadn't reacted, and was suddenly hugged by his waist.

He was held by Huimos for half a turn.

Immediately after that, a huge stone fell from the sky and hit the place where he had just stood.

The whole earth suddenly swayed violently, the stone hall was shaking, the huge stone pillar collapsed to the ground, and countless broken stones rolled down.

The giant idol at the front of the stone temple burst from the stone ball held in his hand, and the crack quickly spread to the entire stone statue.

Galland only had time to look at the cracked idol in a blink of an eye, his body suddenly vacated, and he was hugged in the arms by Huimos.

"It's about to collapse, let's go!"

Huimus said to Kehos who was running.

Then he held Gallan and rushed out quickly.

The huge idol collapsed and shattered instantly, crashing forward and smashing the altar under its feet and its believers.

When it collapsed completely, Huimus and Kehos had rushed out of the main hall.

Amid the rumbling collapse and the falling gravel, the young man who was held tightly in his arms by Heimus took a twitch.

Wait, what about a good sleeping beauty?

What is it about a strong sleeping beauty who can run away with the prince?