Endless Debt

The red figure stood in the wind. He was wearing a thick iron armor. The silver armor was inlaid with patterns outlined by gold threads. The red mane extended back from the helmet like long hair, covering his back. There was a breeze. As they passed by, they swayed one after another like flying fireworks.

Seeing the man's arrival, the attendants on the side saluted and said in awe.

"Lord Grain."

"Grain? No one has called me that for a long time," the man's eyes revealed troubled emotions, and then he said, "It's better to call me the Sixth Seat... or Red Dog, compared to Grain , I like this name better."

The attendant stared at the man's bright red appearance, and he thought that perhaps a red lion was more suitable for a man than a red dog.

"Your Majesty is waiting for you."

The attendants bowed and moved out of the way, and the armored soldiers guarding here also raised their crossed halberds. Under the huge arch, layers of gray and white stone were piled up.

The red dog raised his head and looked through the arch, looking at the only solitary mountain in the royal city and the wonder palace that grew wildly on the solitary mountain.

Thick stone pillars are carved out of the steep cliffs, crawling along the mountain like snakes entwining trees, filling the mountain with endless buildings.

The entire top of the mountain was flattened, and the maze-like palace was located here, connected to the buildings on the mountain cliffs. Then, towering spiers rose from the ground, as if they were about to pierce into the sea of ​​clouds.

Countless griffin statues are located on the spires. They seem to come from the sea of ​​clouds. The strong wind passes between the towering spires, making bursts of thunderous roars. It is as if these griffins have come to life. They hiss. Roaring angrily, he wants to swoop down to the earth and bite the invading enemies.

"What does it feel like to live here? It should be very lonely and desolate."

The red dog looked at the king's residence and couldn't help but comment.

When everyone sees it, they will marvel at the astonishing skills of the craftsmen, and can't help but worship it as a great achievement of the gods, but Red Dog feels that all this is a bit flashy.

Magnificent, but full of death, high above the mortal world, but unable to touch the real sky.

Over a long period of time, countless craftsmen have devoted their lives to this huge and strange building. It is even said that many people have spent their entire lives in this building.

At first it was just a palace on the top of a mountain. With the development of the Kogadel Empire, it became more and more magnificent, growing like a living thing.

Soon, this building swallowed up all the rocks on the top of the mountain, and then it emptied the inside of the mountain, breaking the shackles of the solitary mountain. The skeletal stone pillars were exposed outside the mountain, turning themselves into stone pillars that reach into the sky and the earth. .

Pillars of kingship.

This is its name, the residence of the royal family of Kogadel, the core of the royal city, the core of the empire.

The gray stone steps spread to the foot of the mountain, and then lead into the buildings surrounding the mountain. The long spiral steps lead directly to the palace on the top of the mountain.

Red Dog stepped onto the stone steps and walked inside the Pillar of King's Power. He didn't see another person along the way. The entire Pillar of King's Power was extremely quiet. Only when the wind blew, they would hit the sound pipes placed on the outside of the building. , with the help of the wind, they burst out with sacred and ethereal music.

I have heard some old people who have lived in the Pillar of King Power say that the Pillar of King Power is very lively. The palace musicians are playing music day and night, and the guards wearing iron armor are marching with iron-yin steps. Patrols go back and forth on the steps.

But all this disappeared when the King of Terror triggered the Bloody Night. After that, the Pillar of King Power dispersed everyone and completely sealed itself. No one could step into it except the king's summons.

After that, the Pillar of King Power was completely isolated from the outside world, and no one knew what happened in it, not even the King's Secret Sword.

Sometimes when the red dog looks at the Pillar of King Power, he can't help but think that maybe weirdness and madness are brewing here, but no one can see its appearance clearly before it breaks out of the body.

After a long journey, Red Dog finally reached the top of the mountain. He stepped on the bright red carpet and advanced in the quiet atrium, surrounded by huge high walls. They were like cliffs, blocking almost all the light.

"His Majesty."

Finally, the red dog came to the throne. He knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.

The stairs were piled high, lifting the throne to a high place. Everyone who wanted to see the throne had to look up, but even if they looked up, all they could see was the light falling from the dome, and under the light, Casting the shadow of the throne.

He didn't see another person along the way. Red Dog was thinking that if he killed the king here, no one would know.

"Red Dog."

A deep and hoarse voice sounded, and the king spoke. Red Dog threw away all the messy thoughts in his mind.

He knew very well who he was facing. Maybe the king in front of him would be the most tyrannical king in the history of Kogadel.

After all, it was he who created the Bloody Night and was known as the King of Terror.

"As Your Majesty wished, we have collected a large number of philosopher's stones and have now delivered them to the white servants."

The white servant is the attendant who guides the red dog under the pillar of royal power. After the bloody night, only the king and the white servants who serve him live in this strange and magnificent palace. Even the king's secret sword cannot Go deep into it.

"It's just that there was some accident in the collection of Oath City Opos. The Bureau of Order attacked us, and no one survived."

"Is this so? What a pity. I was looking forward to Mammon's power." The king sounded a little disappointed. "It's like it is destined that the power of Mammon will not leave Opos, even if we find a way to solidify his power." Method."

The liquid spirit potion was made of Mammon coins, which contained a trace of strange power. The king thought he could usurp this power, but it still disappeared, just like fate.

"Fortunately, there are other philosopher's stones... You did a good job in this, Red Dog."

The king praised, his voice echoed in the dome, it was obviously a whisper, but when it reached the red dog's ears, it turned into rumbling thunder. When he raised his head, he could not see the king's figure, only the figure bathed in the sun. Silhouette, as if he is talking to the gods.

"Now, I have a new mission for you."

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The red dog left, taking on a new mission. The iron boots stepped on the ground, and the clear voice echoed, gradually fading away.

The king looked at the direction in which the red dog left, and then moved his eyes to the throne behind him.

Perhaps the red dog could not have guessed that the king was not actually on the throne. For the current king, the throne was too big and too high. His weak body of flesh and blood was simply not enough to support him on the throne.

"What a terrible price..."

Looking at his mummy-like palms, the king whispered.

Since the bloody night, the king has almost never appeared in the eyes of the world. It is even said that most of the king's secret swords have never really seen the king. Even if they are awarded the secret sword, it is done by white servants.

Everyone had different guesses about the king, but no one could have imagined that the current king looked like this, with his body showing a strange morbidity, and black spots of death covering his body.

Waxy skin wrapped around the bones, and his body was as jagged as a mummy. He was only covered with a layer of gray cloth to cover his body.

The white servants walked out of the darkness. They silently lifted the chair under the king and supported him to leave.

Without the king's instructions, the white servants knew where to go next. They moved forward in this maze-like pillar of royal power, took the elevator, and descended in the deep tunnel.

Over the past hundred years, craftsmen have dug through the mountain, making the space of the Pillar of Royal Power far more complicated than it appears from the outside. The king's painful breathing could be heard in the darkness, but it was only his breathing, and the white servants were like corpses. , no breathing, no sound, just faithfully executing orders.

The descent lasted for about ten minutes. They seemed to have crossed the ground and fell towards the depths of the ground. There was a fishy smell in the darkness, and it seemed like countless pieces of meat and limbs were piled up in the dark corners.

The fishy smell became stronger, as if he had stepped into a monster's cave. Ordinary people would vomit in disgust when they smelled this smell. However, the king's face showed a rare expression of enjoyment, and even his sickly body showed signs of enjoyment. It was a little bloody.

The gate opens, and what you enter is a huge underground space. Dark rocks are spread all over your head, but near the ground, it is covered with red moss... No, this is not moss, but flesh and blood that grows twisted like moss. , the bud-like tentacles swayed and climbed all over the rock wall.

The air was damp and corrupt, and the king struggled to stand up. His figure staggered and walked forward. At the end of the fleshy moss, a bright red lake stood still.

The most eye-catching red color floated on it, like a large lake filled with blood. As the king approached, ripples appeared on the lake, and then the ripples began to boil, and the entire cave was shaking violently, as if there was something. Something huge has awakened.

The white servants came forward, carrying heavy boxes in their hands. They opened the box one step ahead of the king, and scattered large quantities of philosopher's stones into the lake of blood. However, this still failed to suppress the restlessness until the huge The white tentacles covered with bloodshot eyes floated from the bottom of the lake.

It danced wildly in the air, rolled up the white servants near the lake, and dragged them and the philosopher's stone into the blood, followed by bursts of chewing sounds of teeth crushing bones.

The king was not afraid. Instead, he quickened his pace and shouted at the restless lake.

"Your loyal slave, I offer you a sacrifice!"

More white servants came over, and they threw more philosopher stones into the blood lake, and then were swept into the bottom of the lake by the swung tentacles. No one felt afraid during the whole process, not even the wailing sound before death.

There was only the feasting of the monsters in the lake, and the pious entreaties of the king.

The lake surface fell into calmness again, like a mirror surface. The king had already stepped into the blood lake. He stared at himself in the blood-colored mirror surface, and then his figure shattered and was reflected under the lake surface into millions, as if there was something above. Wan's mirror is reflecting himself.

Looking at the lake from a higher place, you will find that this is not a broken mirror at all, but an extremely huge, insect-like compound eye.

"Ah...it's you."

The woman's lazy voice sounded, and while the blood was dripping, a pair of white arms tore open the compound eyes and stretched out from the gurgling blood. The woman appeared wearing a red dress woven with blood.

She smiled charmingly at the king, held his old head with both hands, and immersed him in the blood like a baptism. When the king stood up from the blood again, the woman and the weird huge compound eyes, all the strangeness disappeared. , he was left standing alone in the blood.

The blurred vision became clearer, strength spread throughout his body, and even the stiff joints relaxed. The king lowered his head and saw a face that was many years younger under the bloody water.

Soon, maniacal laughter echoed in the cave. He was laughing and calling like crazy.

"Xilin... Xilin... my child..."

Stretching out his hand, the king begged.

"Red Dog, please take back my child."

The first volume ends tomorrow.