Quadruple split

a week later

Sacred Calendar Year 9571, Sky Moon, Melody 3rd

Game time AM08:17

Northeast Continent, Broken Head Cliff, Evil Eye Palace

"I have met the king."

After receiving the summons, he rushed to the royal court as soon as possible. Although he was old, he was still energetic and upright. Yerma Santos, the commander of the Black Lizard Hunters and the right-hand man of the Lord of Guillotine, knelt down on one knee with a solemn expression. , said softly to the [Evil Eye King] who was currently leaning on the huge bone throne, who was much shorter than an ordinary lizard man and had a pair of blood-colored eyes: "I am late, I hope you will forgive me."

"This is a private situation, Uncle Yerma, and I want you to take it easy."

The Lizard King, who had already dismissed others in advance, woke up from his meditation, and then raised his hand to signal the other person to stand up, revealing a figure who was very different from the [Evil Eye King] in the minds of most people, with a bit of fatigue and weakness. With a smile: "Come here to find you. It's just that I can't let others see me like this. I don't even have anyone to chat with to relieve my boredom."

Yerma was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked quickly to the Lizard King. He looked at the purple-red light that was constantly overflowing under the layer of 'grey scales' on the opponent's body with a stunned expression, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "Feido, didn't you just three months ago..."

"Unfortunately, Uncle Yerma, my last [Good Friday] was actually forty-eight days ago. As for the one you mentioned, it was already a long, long time ago for me."

Only at this time, the lizardman, who looked more like Feodor Gota than [Evil Eye King], shook his head and interrupted the other party, huddled in the large throne and said tiredly: "Every time, this damn problem It will bring me a new and subversive experience. Every time, I have to fight the urge to kill myself to stop this pain. You must admit, this damn evil poison is far worse than the evil eye king. cruel."

A flash of pain flashed in Yerma's eyes. He raised his hand and put it on the Lizard King's shoulder, paralyzing the latter's nerves with his mighty strength. He sighed: "If I had known this, Feiduo, you shouldn't have..." …”

"I have no choice, Uncle Yerma. Back then I was just a waste who was not taken seriously and was left alive only because of the dirty blood of the Gota family. My physical condition was already bad before we met. It can’t be better.”

The Evil Eye King laughed dryly, and a trace of nostalgia flashed through his bright red vertical pupils: "To be honest, I really enjoy the kind of father who obviously hopes that I will die of illness soon, but has to endure that I am with him every day." Living on his last breath made him realize that the surname 'Gota' was not noble and would become a deformed child and a waste. That was the main motivation for me to survive those days."

Yerma shrugged noncommittally and reminded: "But the greatest king in the history of Sleepy Head Cliff is the [Evil Eye] Fyodor Gota in front of me."

"Yeah, a perfect irony."

The Lizard King raised the corners of his mouth in an exaggerated manner, and said with a ferocious smile: "As the person who hates the 'Gota family' the most, I actually made the name Gota become greater than ever. To be honest, Uncle Yerma, if I had known earlier, One day, I may not choose to use the [poison] left by my mentor to continue to survive. "

Yerma calmly looked at the king in front of him, who was far from healthy even under normal circumstances, not to mention in a weak state, and asked directly: "So? Fedo, do you want to use death to kill him?" End this?"

"That is the easiest way, but it is also the most humble, weak and disgusting way."

The Lizard King closed his eyes and snorted softly: "If I die now, I will probably leave a mark on many forces including the United Holy Church, such as the evil and cruel but ambitious Broken The old owner of Touya, Fyodor Gota, could not escape death after all, but if he had not died suddenly, the situation might have turned out differently. "

Yerma nodded slightly and asked: "Isn't it good to leave a name in history?"

"Of course it's not good. You have to know that Guillotine has been ruled by the Gota family for many years, and I didn't leave any heirs, so people won't remember Fyodor, but will think of 'The Last Day' every time they mention me. A Gota' or 'How many lifetimes of Gota'."

The Lizard King raised his hand and gestured, and said coldly: "Although I don't know when those people will start counting, to me, this is an extremely offensive insult, so I can't die yet, I want to To rectify the name of [Evil Eye], I want to rectify the name of [Fyodor], I want everyone to forget the stupid surname 'Gota', I want to create something that makes people forget what Guillotine once looked like Great cause.”

Yerma sighed and said softly: "Having said that, Fedo, you are really a little too devoid of warmth towards your body. If things go on for a long time, one day you will..."

"I will die miserably, and I will be tortured by the poison in my flesh and blood until I am no longer human."

The Lizard King interrupted his most trusted confidant, who truly recognized and cared about him from the bottom of his heart, and said in a deep voice: "But even so, I will never let myself stop in order to relieve the curse, Yerma Uncle, you should know very well how powerful Guillotine Cliff is. It’s not about the warriors or the lizards, it’s about me, the [Evil Eye King], and although the method of freezing body functions can alleviate the curse, it will also make me a cripple half the time every day. In that case, I The [cards] in your hand will only become smaller and smaller.”

Yerma nodded slightly and asked: "So you are promoting cooperation with Dunbuya City at this point in time. Although this action gives the three mobs an excuse to unite against us, only now is our time to be full of muscle and have the most weight in our words."

"That's part of the reason."

The Lizard King tiredly stroked his scales, which were a little more comfortable due to his loss of consciousness, and reluctantly sat up a little, reminding: "Remember what I did when the Son of the Sun came to Dunbuya before?"

Yerma didn't think about it and immediately replied: "You sent someone to provide the Son of the Saint with information about the Blood Feather Terrace, so that they realized that it was a great opportunity to kill the Queen of the Wound."

"That's right, but there are two details in it that most people probably don't know."

The Lizard King smiled and said softly: "First of all, the reason why we used our precious spies Providing unfavorable information about Blood Feather Terrace to the Holy Son and Knight Commander of the Sun Cult is not because of the internal conflict between us "barbarians". Uncle Yerma, you must understand that although the bitch of Blood Feather Terrace, the pighead of the Steel Bristle Tribal State, the dwarfs of the Pale Plains and the Gota family of the Broken Head Cliff all regard other "blood barbarians" as their biggest opponents, I have never regarded those bastards as equals. "

Yerma did not show too much surprise, but just calmly echoed: "I can see a little bit."

"Of course, after all, you are my uncle Yerma, the person I trust most in the world."

The Lizard King kept smiling and continued: "So those amazing intrigues and those wonderful internal fights that the three idiots regarded me as their number one enemy are just fun for me to kill time."

Yerma also smiled, then kept silent and waited for the next words. "As for the second detail, it's not your fault that you can't see it. After all, it's an attempt that only I know about."

The Lizard King reached his bony, almost uncontrollable right hand into his arms, took out a bottle of crystal clear green liquid, bit open the cork with great effort and drank it all before continuing: "I actually gave our spies an extra task, which is to show goodwill to the Knight Commander of the Sun Cult, implicitly express my intention to join forces with him, and even be their dog, and also express that I have a lot of similar intelligence here. As long as they are willing to establish a cooperative relationship with me, I can earn them more for the same level of merit as killing the Queen of the Wound."

Yerma didn't care at all that the Lizard King did it without his knowledge. After hearing all these things, he just nodded seriously and said, "I see, then what?"

"Then?"

The Lizard King sneered and said gloomily, "Then that night, I dreamed of the Son of the Sun."

Yerma was stunned for a moment, and took half a second to react before asking in a slightly strange tone, "You mean, you 'dreamt' of the Son of the Sun?"

"Or, I saw the Son of the Sun in a 'dream' way."

The Lizard King grinned, looked directly into Yerma's eyes and asked, "You shouldn't think this is just a simple misunderstanding, or a demon-like self-love, right?"

"Of course not."

The latter immediately shook his head and said seriously, "After all, as far as I know, you... don't dream at all."

"That's right."

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The Lizard King shrugged and said calmly: "Ever since I chose to use the 'curse poison' left by my mentor to prolong my life, I have never had any dreams since then. After all, I can't even sleep normally. The similar physiological state is essentially a fake death tampered with by the 'curse poison'. Whether it is a real dead person or a fake dead person, theoretically, they cannot dream." Yerma, who also knew this secret, nodded slightly, and his expression became more serious. "As a result, as you just know, one day I actually had the physiological reaction of 'dreaming' which I had not experienced for a long time. Just when I ignorantly thought that the 'curse poison' might have begun to decline, the Holy Son named Day Black appeared."

The Lizard King took a deep breath and subconsciously lowered his eyes as if avoiding some dazzling existence, but his voice remained calm enough: "He greeted me politely, and politely thanked me for sending someone to inform them of the information, and then... told me that no creature in this wild land was qualified to cooperate with him, and punished me for my previous overly presumptuous show of goodwill."

Yerma finally heard this and Unable to keep calm, he cried out: "What?!"

"He ordered me to crawl on the ground, and ordered me to learn humility, so that my eyes could no longer look directly at the sun from that day on."

The Lizard King clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Finally, he ordered the "curse poison" in my body to explode, told me that this was the price of trying to have an equal dialogue with him, and disappeared in the last second before I woke up."

Yerma's eyes widened as if someone was strangling his throat: "He...he..."

"He is a child who just turned thirteen, and he also looks like a human in human skin... I don't know how to describe it, but I know very well that it is far from something that the damn [Evil Eye] can look directly at."

The Lizard King, who was extremely weak due to the outbreak of 'curse poison', twitched the corner of his mouth and said dryly: "That was the first time I sought to join forces with people from the Holy Religion Union, and it was also the first time I had a dream in my life. The same thing is , they all left me with extremely bad memories.”

Yerma's expression also became very ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Then the poison on your body..."

"From that point on, it just wasn't stable anymore."

The Lizard King raised his hands, looked at the purple-red light under the scales on his body, and said lightly: "The original fixed cycle that would only occur every three months and three weeks gradually lost its regularity, and the pain But it becomes more and more unbearable. Of course, I will get used to it. I know I will get used to it. It just takes some time to adapt.”

Yerma, whose expression became increasingly ugly, gritted his teeth: "But..."

"But I didn't give in. Although I couldn't go against the will of the Holy Son, I didn't stop because of the pain He gave me. On the contrary, I knew very well that the boy did not represent the Holy Religion. He was with me. Everything revealed in this dream cannot even represent the Sun Sect as I know it.”

The Lizard King laughed ferociously, because it was difficult to control his strength under paralysis, and he even had blood marks on his hands: "Finally, I found another potential collaborator, one who can control the Holy Son of Fertility, from Dawn sectarian Although I have never met the young priest, I can feel that he is not the same person as His Highness from the Sun Sect, and I will use him as a breakthrough to force the Holy Sect to accept Guillotine and accept [Evil Eyes] 】Fyodor, finally..."

He did not continue speaking, but crawled down on the throne tiredly, and slowly closed his fierce eyes, full of hatred, madness and cruelty.

As for Yerma, he knelt on one knee in front of the king who had fallen into suspended animation, his eyes full of regret and piety.

One day, Guillotine will be reduced to ashes, but before that, the great Fyodor Santos will definitely make the whole world tremble. He will use any means and at any cost to prove that he has lived and been here, using the purest His malice and killings have dragged countless people into his idealistic destination that is farthest from the sanctuary——

The [living purgatory] that has always accompanied Fyodor in his life.

Chapter 2415: End