Endless Debt

Rhenish calendar year 1217.

There is no light tonight. All the stars and moonlight are hidden behind the thick clouds. The chilling wind blows down from the high altitude and pounces on the majestic creation that hollowed out the mountain and rises from the ground. The cold wind passes through the deep spiral. The long corridor brushed past the bodies lying on the ground, causing ripples on the pool of blood.

The air flows through the carefully carved hollows and arranged copper tubes on the surface of the building. When the wind blows, they will sound a melodious melody, like a solemn and sacred overture, immersing the entire behemoth in a sense of majesty. middle.

But now when the strong wind passes by, only a shrill and strange sound can be heard in the copper pipe, as if it is the wail of this giant beast. It is dying. In its huge body, countless people struggle to die, and their blood gathers into Its blood flowed endlessly from the steps, turning into an extending red carpet. .

The wailing sound echoed repeatedly in the building and refused to dissipate for a long time. The once glorious building has now become a hell on earth, roasting every soul trapped here.

The boy huddled in the cupboard in horror, his body shaking non-stop. The sharp knife-like fear repeatedly cut his nerves. He could hear the screams of every cell in his body, and the sound rushed through the narrow cupboard until it was completely torn apart. Cracked boy's eardrum.

Tears covered the boy's face, and he spent a long time regaining his composure, just as his swordsmanship teacher taught him, to stay rational and control his emotions.

Taking deep breaths repeatedly, the boy's trembling body gradually calmed down. The boy wiped away his tears, gently pushed open the cupboard, and looked at the outside courtyard with a red face through the gap.

The originally prosperous and elegant courtyard has turned into a dirty and dilapidated slaughterhouse. Countless corpses are piled together. Blood gushes out from the wounds and soaks into the carpet in large areas. Pressing gently, There will be unstoppable blood oozing out.

The boy knew those pale and cold faces. They were all blood relatives of the boy. A few days ago, they were stroking the boy's head and whispering to him.

But now they were all turned into corpses, their pure white dresses were stained red, the fallen candlesticks ignited the curtains, the fire climbed and hissed on the walls and ceiling, but no one came to stop it.

Under the doomsday music, the boy mustered up his courage. He could not die like a coward. This would disgrace his surname and the blood flowing in his body.

The boy murmured, "Just like we learned in class."

He lowered his body and moved forward quietly with his light body. He passed over the corpses and found the familiar yet broken face in the thick black smoke.

"teacher……"

Seeing the familiar and old face, the boy couldn't help crying again.

The teacher shouldn't have come, but the teacher is a stubborn guy and has to perform the duty of guard at all times. Even if he is scolded by his father, he still follows him closely with his sword with that annoying stubbornness.

So he died, in this tragic way.

It was unimaginable how terrifying the blow was. Just one blow tore a wound through the teacher's chest. The ribs were broken, and the fragments punctured both lungs, and the spine was also broken. Then there was the split face.

The boy reached out and touched the wrinkled face, trying to smooth out his frown, cover his eyes, and try to put the teacher's face that was divided into two together, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. Unable to align wounds.

The sound of crackling flames gradually approached, and the boy knew that he could not stay too long. He took one last look at the teacher. The boy forcefully opened the teacher's clenched palm and took away the sword blade that he once envied from the teacher's hand.

"Apart from you, the most important thing to me is this sword," the teacher's voice sounded in the memory, "This is proof of my honor."

The boy knew the origin of the sword, which had been given to his teacher by his father in recognition of his service to the Empire.

Secret Sword.

The boy remembered his teacher calling the blade.

The fire engulfed the courtyard, the corpses burned in the fire, and the grease crackled under the scorching fire. The boy had already escaped from this place. He ran along the spiral corridor surrounding the huge building, and the cold wind blew from the outside world. It blew in, so much that he could barely lift his head, and then he heard a whine from below.

The horrific killing was still going on. The monster started from the top and slaughtered downwards layer by layer, killing all the living people it saw.

The boy heard the desperate screams, and the prolonged screams were followed by a dull crash. He looked down and saw figures being squeezed out of the corridor. Some people had no way to retreat and chose in despair. They jumped out of the corridor and fell to pieces on the ground. Some people were forced to jump by the monster.

This was how Harper died. He was the boy's brother and the eldest child in the family. The monster pointed a sword at him and shouted orders.

"Have courage, Harper."

The monster pressed closer step by step, and Harper looked at him in despair. Without a word, he stepped into the air and fell to the ground, leaving his flesh and blood to pieces.

The boy didn't understand why Harper didn't resist but died so obediently.

As soon as he recalled that scene, the intense sadness and the tragic state of the corpse stimulated the boy. His stomach was so full that he almost vomited it out.

The boy was a little tired. The stairs in the spiral corridor were extremely long, as if there was no end. He leaned against a column, holding the secret sword in his hand.

The strong wind that came over diluted the blood on the tip of his nose. The boy looked towards the stairs below. Many corpses were lying on the stairs. They were all killed by slashes from behind while escaping. Judging from the injuries, , that sword attack is simply not something that humans can do, every blow cuts off limbs easily, and people are as fragile as a piece of thin paper.

There was a trembling sound from the distant ground, and the cries of people became clearer.

The surviving people escaped the monster's pursuit and went all the way down the spiral corridor to the ground. They wanted to escape from the pillar of death, but then they discovered that all the ways out were blocked.

The door was tightly closed, covered with locks, and molten iron was poured into the cracks. No matter how hard they hammered, it could not be shaken. For this reason, everyone gathered on the Avenue of Triumph.

This is an avenue full of honor and history. In the past years of the empire, whenever a war was victorious, decorated soldiers would walk through this broad avenue to receive the king's honors.

Now this avenue, which has never been closed, is now sealed. The gate like a high wall completely blocks the way. The gate that is supposed to be used to defend against the enemy has blocked people's way of life. A sea of ​​people gathered in In front of the gate, shrill cries shook the gate, and outside the gate, many soldiers were already guarding here.

They were wearing iron armor and holding swords in their hands. Facing the countless cries of begging, the soldiers had no intention of rescuing them. They turned their backs to all this and did not care at all about the massacre behind the door. On the contrary, they were also part of this massacre. member.

"Check all the bodies, we can't let any of them go."

Cruel and cold voices sounded among the soldiers, and the man walked on the surrounding grass as he spoke.

The people who fell to death are all here. They fell to pieces, and their internal organs and brains were spread on the ground. Hot breath rose from the corpses. The man glanced at the corpses with cold eyes. At the same time, there were still screaming people falling from the sky. Falling to death around the man.

"help me……"

The cry for help rang out. It was a lucky guy. He only broke his leg. The broken bones pierced the skin, and he almost fainted from the pain. He saw the man, recognized him, and was overjoyed.

"Second seat!"

As if he had seized the chance, he begged loudly, "Help me! Second seat!"

At the same time that the other party recognized the second seat, the second seat also recognized the other party. Lucky Man is a member of the royal family. Although he is not a direct bloodline, he is still closely related. I remember that he should hold an important position in a certain organization.

The second seat smiled, raised his hand - raised his sword and chopped off the lucky man's head.

Until the last moment of his death, he still couldn't believe that the second seat would actually take action against him. Has the King's Secret Sword betrayed the royal family?

The heads rolled down on the blood-stained grass, and the soldiers swallowed. The actions of the second seat were undoubtedly treason, not only the second seat, but what they did at this moment, and even everyone who appeared here, could be called treason. It's treason.

The stern voice sounded again.

"I reiterate once again that until the door is opened again, all those who attempt to escape from the Pillar of Kingship, no matter who they are, what kind of blood they have, and what rank they hold, will be executed on the spot."

Terrible coercion filled the body of the second seat, and he seemed to have turned into some kind of extremely terrifying monster. No soldier could refuse his order. For this reason, when the fallen survivors wailed, the soldiers stabbed one after another. They took out their spears and nailed him to the spot. Some soldiers even began to examine the corpses and cut off their heads with swords to ensure complete death.

Behind the high-walled gate of Triumph Avenue, even more shrill screams sounded, as if the monster had caught up with the crowd. The sound of metal tearing flesh and blood drowned out the countless wailings, and was transmitted to the door very clearly.

The soldiers trembled because of such roars, as if the world behind the gate had become a virtual hell, and there was only a wall between them and hell.

Blood seeped out from under the door, and blood flowed like a stream under everyone's feet. There was a continuous sound of metal friction. The soldiers could imagine that scene. The monster swung his sword and pierced the flesh and blood, and the tip of the sword knocked on the door. On it, deep dents were slowly made.

The whine gradually weakened until there was no sound anymore.

The second seat raised his head and looked at this great building that can be called a miracle.

Pillars of kingship.

After six days of carnival, the feast came to an end with a bloody massacre on the seventh day.

As one of the operators of this bloody night, the second seat is very clear about the tragic situation inside the Pillar of King Power, but he is not panicked by it. Instead, he feels that the Pillar of King Power will usher in a new tomorrow...or maybe there is no tomorrow.

The second seat looked a little distressed. After tonight, the royal family of Kogardel may become history. When he thought of the disputes that would arise after this fact, the second seat could feel blood flowing on his skin, sticky and with a tinge of blood. Fishy smell.

This may cause a rebellion in the King's Secret Sword, and he may be killed as a traitor. Not only that, the entire empire may also fall apart and civil war will continue.

By the way, there are also those enemies who are far away in the north and are eyeing them. The Rhine Alliance will never let go of this opportunity. Once they get the news, even if there is a backlash, they will choose to tear up their oath and march with their troops.

"There's nothing but firelight."

Fireworks raged inside the Pillar of Kings, billowing smoke overflowed from it, and the fire raged in the spiral corridor, like a tall torch standing in the dark night, or like an evil sacrificial ceremony. Everyone behind the door, They are all sacrifices in this cruel ritual.

The second seat laughed when he saw this. He remembered that the boy was also in the Pillar of King Power. When he thought of this, his smile became sad.

The iron heart softened for a moment, but it was only for a moment. The second seat knelt down loyally towards the Pillar of Kingship, the sword blade was inserted into the soft grass in front of him, his hands were placed on the sword grid, and he whispered in awe. .

"Your Majesty, your wish is about to come true, no matter what the result is..."

The second seat no longer thinks about what happens next. That is not what the second seat needs to think about. The only thing he has to do is follow the order.

Follow orders loyally, even blindly and stupidly.

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The boy ran quickly through the deep corridor. Bodies were everywhere and blood was smeared on the walls. He saw more and more familiar faces, but his young heart had become scarred and numb. The boy's heart did not waver at the mountains of corpses.

The continuous wailing stopped at some point. Except for the sound of burning fireworks, the entire Pillar of Royal Power was eerily quiet.

The boy shouldered the secret sword in his hand. It was a bit reluctant for him at his age to wield such a blade, but his teacher had taught him the killing technique. Even if he couldn't kill the monster, the real feeling coming from the hilt of the sword was still impressive. The boy calmed down considerably.

"I want to get out of here."

The boy knew exactly what he was going to do. He would not go looking for that monster, let alone take revenge on him. With his current strength, this would just mean death.

He wanted to escape from this, he wanted to live.

The boy thought of Second Seat. Although there was no blood relationship between the two, Second Seat was like an older brother to the boy.

In a family like the boy's, family affection is a precious and rare thing. More often than not, it is divided by cumbersome etiquette and interests. The boy loves his brothers and sisters, but he also understands the differences between them and knows the differences between them. The brevity of good times.

But the boy's childhood did not become gloomy because of it. He met his teacher and Erxi, and they enriched the boy's childhood. The teacher taught him swordsmanship, and Erxi told him about the extraordinary world.

Yes, he will live, use his identity, use his power, and with the help of the second seat and the King's Secret Sword, he will become a Sublime One, and then step onto a higher level, he will Possessing the power to move mountains and reclaim seas, when he sharpened his blade, the boy swore that he would kill the monster by any means necessary.

Yes, I will take revenge in the future... in the future...

The boy suddenly tripped over the corpse and fell heavily to the ground. He rolled down the steps and suffered a bloody head injury.

He fell in a pool of blood, and his whole body was tortured by endless pain, but the boy did not let go of the sword in his hand. He stood up strongly, and then a familiar face appeared in front of him.

The numb heart twitched again, and the boy opened his mouth. He wanted to scream, but all that sounded in his throat was the whooshing sound of surging air.

The boy stumbled forward and grabbed the spear that was nailed into the wall. The head of the spear penetrated the body and was deeply embedded in the wall.

Even if the boy tried his best, he couldn't pull it out. The boy could only swing his sword clumsily, break the barrel of the gun, and let the head of the gun completely penetrate the abdomen of the corpse before lifting the corpse off the wall.

He wanted to block the wound on the abdomen of the corpse, but the moment the gun hit the body, it almost crushed all the flesh and blood it touched, leaving an ugly hole just there that could not be filled no matter how hard it was filled.

"No...no...sister..."

The boy looked sadly at the body in his arms. His mother passed away shortly after the boy was born, and his father never paid attention to him. The boy didn't know what he had done wrong to attract such indifference from his father.

As the youngest child among her siblings, the boy was cared for by other blood relatives. Among them, she loved the boy the most. She did not participate in the power struggle among the eldest sons, and did not care about any disputes of interest. She was the only one who cared about the boy and used the methods within her ability to do so. , to fill the boy's lack of maternal love.

Now she was dead, casually nailed to the wall.

The boy reluctantly put down her body, straightened her clothes and wiped the blood from her face. Endless anger surged in his body, and he wished he could swing his sword for revenge immediately, but he clearly told himself that he had to escape like a wild dog. Only by surviving could he have the ability to take revenge.

The short figure was swaying, and the young spirit was full of cracks. When he was about to collapse completely, suddenly a sound of running water sounded, like a huge whale swimming by, gently swinging its body, carrying A heavy ripple.

The boy turned his head and looked at the wall. A huge shadow walked on the wall and turned into a deeper corridor. The boy was stunned for a moment. There was no entity near him, but the shadow was projected so strangely. Come down.

He froze in place for a long time, as if there was some kind of force driving him, tempting him. Like a strange act of magic, the boy stepped forward, but turned into a deep corridor.

The boy's pace is getting faster and faster. He remembers this place. It was his father's forbidden area. He never allowed anyone to approach this place, not even his children. In the past, this place was heavily guarded, but with the seven-day carnival , all the soldiers were transferred away from the Pillar of Royal Power, and this place was opened up without any obstruction.

The boy was driven by inexplicable curiosity, no... it was not so much curiosity, but an evil and crazy force that interfered with the boy's mind and tempted him to embark on the wrong path of destiny.

The surroundings became darker and darker, and soon the boy discovered a suspended elevator in the depths of darkness. It was wrapped in various steel grids, like a cage full of spikes.

The door to the cage was open, as if to welcome the boy.

Just when the boy was about to step into the cage, his dazed expression suddenly sobered up for a moment. The boy could feel the madness and evil coming from the darkness. He didn't know where the elevator led to, but he could detect it. The horror of the situation.

He wanted to escape, but there was a push behind him, as if someone had quietly pushed the boy, pushing him into a dark cage.

The boy fell into the cage. He turned around and saw that there was no one on the way he came. He wanted to escape, but the cage closed in an instant and then fell straight into the depths of darkness below.

As if the entire mountain had been hollowed out, the air became hotter as it descended, and the thick blood rushed straight into his nose. The boy knelt on the ground and retched until the elevator stopped falling after more than ten minutes.

The boy stepped out of the cage. At this moment, he was in a huge cave. The solid black rocks were covered with scarlet flesh like a carpet of bacteria. The ground was also soft. They were all scarlet flesh, like intestines. Things hang down from the top of the cave, like red stalactites.

In the center of the cave is an endless bloody lake, and a familiar figure is kneeling in front of the lake and muttering to himself.

The boy could hear him.

"Harper fell to death, Nakko had his head chopped off, and Linata was nailed to the wall by me..."

The man muttered and clapped his fingers. His mind seemed to be going crazy. No matter how he calculated, he was always just one short.

"Who is missing?"

Just when the man was troubled, the boy felt a pain in his leg, and saw scarlet tentacles growing out of the soft ground. It wrapped around the boy's calf, sucking his blood like a leech.

The boy decisively swung his sword to cut off the tentacles, but as he swung his sword, the boy attracted the man's attention. He stood up and turned around to look at the boy.

That was a scene engraved deep into the boy's soul. The horrific facts impacted the boy's heart, so much so that his memory was modified in order to save his consciousness.

Only at this moment did he understand what the monster was that was ravaging the Pillar of Royal Power and causing countless killings.

That's not a monster at all, but...

"Father."

The boy looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. He was shirtless, with blood solidifying on the surface of his skin layer by layer, like a close-fitting red mail. His hair was messy, and his blood-stained crown was almost embedded in it. His head was filled with blood oozing out from the edges.

"Oh...I still need you."

The man said, drawing out the sharp sword from his waist and calling his heir's name affectionately.

"Sirin Kogardel."

Xilin collapsed and sat on the spot, even the secret sword in his hand was let go. He didn't understand why, why his father did this. He almost killed all the members of the royal family, and now he wants to Come and kill yourself, cut off this last bloodline.

The man walked toward the cylinder in despair, dragging the blade on the ground and cutting off large pieces of flesh and blood.

"No, are you crazy? You are going to bury the future of the empire!"

The man suddenly stopped, growled, and then shouted to himself again, "Shut up! You damn parasite!"

Xilin couldn't see the man's face clearly, and the dirty blood covered his face like a mask.

"This is not the future of the empire at all, let alone the future of the Kogadel family!" The man reprimanded angrily, "The only thing you care about is your future, your future alone!"

The man seemed to have controlled his madness and became calm again. He came to Xilin. At this moment, Xilin could no longer recognize his father. He was more like a demon, and his real father was Someone died long ago.

Xilin raised his head with courage, and saw a pair of gentle eyes in the scarlet eyes. Xilin thought that he had hallucinated. His father had never looked at him with such eyes since he was born.

"It's so similar, Xilin."

The man said, reaching out his hand and gently caressing Xilin's cheek, "She really looks like her."

"That bastard took away my life, took away my family... He took everything from me, and he wanted to take more."

The man spoke words that Xilin couldn't understand, and his words were filled with unbreakable sadness. Then he raised the sword that had killed countless lives.

"We're almost running out of time."

The man shouted, "Stand up, Xilin, stand up like a man."

Xilin couldn't feel his body anymore, but he still obeyed the man's words and stood up strongly. Seeing the man, he smiled and continued.

"Don't close your eyes... I will take you and Kogardel's fate back from her hands."

Xilin knew that he was going to die, but under his father's gentle gaze, his heart became calm and he no longer had the slightest fear.

The sound of blood boiling sounded. In the pool of blood behind the man, a woman was standing on the lake. Xilin couldn't see her face clearly and didn't know who she was. But the moment he noticed the woman, he suddenly This kind of instinctive fear and anger from the depths of his soul shattered Xilin's calm and almost made him burn.

No one told Xilin the answer, but he just understood that it was the woman who caused all this, and she was the source of all evil and disaster.

"I'm going to kill you..." Xilin murmured, and then he roared like a lion with red eyes, "I'm going to kill you!"

Xilin was extremely angry, but no matter how angry he became, his body remained frozen in place, trembling with instinctive fear.

Xilin hated himself for being so cowardly. He couldn't change anything, not to mention he was about to die.

The man swung his sword down and comforted him, "It doesn't matter, my sword is very fast."

The sword blade flashed with lightning. Xilin did not question the swiftness of the man's sword. He had already seen it from the corpses on the ground, but he was still full of reluctance.

He didn't want to die, at least not just like this.

In an instant, time seemed to slow down. The flying blood droplets stagnated in the air, like hanging rubies. The deadly sword blade also hung above Xilin's head. It swung very slowly, as if it would last forever. Will not fall down.

Xilin looked at his father's face. In this strange stagnation, it was the first time he observed his father's appearance carefully. In those gentle eyes, he read a wave of sadness like the ocean.

Indistinct words rang out in the darkness, their voices as old as if they came from ancient times, speaking of a long-lost language.

Xilin couldn't understand what the other party said, but just like when he saw the woman for the first time, he understood all the meaning behind the words.

"OK."

Xilin responded.

The stagnation collapsed, and everything that had stopped moved rapidly again. The man swung his fatal sword towards Xilin, but Xilin was faster than him.

The evil and crazy power filled Xilin's young body, the secret sword scattered on the ground whirled into his hand, and finally more deadly lightning emerged.

The clear eyes seem to penetrate straight into the soul, and in that soul, a strange will has taken root and sprouted.

The man raised his hand high, and the gap-filled sword blade was completely severed at this moment.

A huge and strange shadow streaked across the bloody cave.

"no no!"

The man screamed in despair. He wanted to save his son's fate from the hands of the devil, but at this moment his son fell into the control of another devil.

Tears mixed with blood dripped from the man's eyes. He knew that he could no longer kill Xilin. Under the impact of despair, the man hugged him at a loss. Xilin looked a little dazed. In his memory, this It was his father who hugged him for the first time, but at such a terrible moment.

The man wanted to say something to Xilin, but the pressure in his mind was getting bigger and bigger, and his consciousness felt as if it had been eaten by a swarm of sharks and was shattered.

"Free us..."

The man looked at Xilin and seemed to be looking behind him.

He didn't say anything more, his eyes were full of sadness and a touch of love.

Xilin, my poor child, you should not have to bear all this, let alone catch the devil's hand.

The man finally shook his head.

Xilin heard a sigh from behind, like the God of Death putting down his sickle.

Ruoyouruowu's voice sounded.

"I will follow your will."

The farewell was over. The man decisively raised the broken sword and stabbed it towards his chest. A large amount of ether was released from his body. The violent ether flow cut his body repeatedly like a blade, rushing through the alchemical matrix until This magnificent glow becomes dim or even dissipates.

Xilin seemed to hear the sound of his soul being broken.

Using force on his wrist, the man tried to twist the hilt of the sword to completely crush his heart, but he suddenly couldn't do it anymore, and then he knelt on the ground, his head hanging down, as if he was dead.

After a few seconds, the man raised his head again, and those gentle eyes disappeared. Xilin knew that his father was dead.

"Xilin."

The man smiled at Xilin, pretending to be friendly. He wanted to grab Xilin, but suddenly a strong arm came out from behind Xilin, hugged him, and then withdrew the flesh-covered man. scope.

The man became frantic and shouted, "Second seat! What are you doing!"

The second seat hugged Xilin around the waist, without saying a word, just looking at him with a smile, but that smile was filled with cold murderous intent.

"Second seat," the man gasped in pain, "I order you, I order you to bring me Xilin."

The second seat shook his head, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, the person I swore allegiance to is another Your Majesty."

The man's expression froze, and then he took the secret sword from Xilin's hand. This time Xilin saw the sword's awakening with his own eyes.

The golden pattern extended along the surface of the sword blade, and a little flame ignited, then turned into a raging fire that continued to boil.

"Goodbye, Your Majesty, I hope you can sleep more peacefully in the future, after all..."

Before he could finish his second sentence, he let out a burst of creepy laughter.

He turned around and led Xilin towards the lift shaft where he came from. At the same moment, the surrounding rocks collapsed, and the flesh and blood hidden under the rocks surged up. He tried to stop the second seat, but before he could get close, , and was burned to ashes by the fire sword in the second seat's hand.

Ashes were billowing all over the sky. Without the help of the elevator, the second seat led Xilin back and forth in the elevator shaft, rising quickly.

The second seat felt that his chest was shaking. In his opinion, what was scary was not the parasite, but what was behind the parasite. He was actually so close to a devil.

The second seat jumped out of the lift shaft with Xilin, and fell down from the Pillar of Kingship without stopping. Xilin thought he would fall to death, but after the rapid wind, he and the second seat landed steadily on the ground. , raised his head, the crowd approaching had surrounded the two of them.

The second seat asked, "How is the situation?"

"The First Seat is leading a fierce attack," one of them said, "Our virtual domain relying on the Pillar of King Power has been unable to stop them for too long."

"It doesn't matter, let him fight slowly. The original design idea of ​​this virtual realm was to prepare for the Bureau of Order to besiege the Pillar of Kingship."

Even if you don't look at it, you can still feel the heart-stopping ether fluctuations of the first seat from a distance in the second seat, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

"There was some accident in the mission," the second officer lowered his head and glanced at Xilin, "There is nothing we can do. After all, this is His Majesty's last order."

Someone else said, "Others are worried about the counterattack of the first seat... Our subsequent disputes may lead to a split in the King's Secret Sword, or even civil war."

"Don't worry, that parasite is just afraid of death, but he is not stupid. Once we have a civil war, the Order Bureau will not miss this opportunity, and the royal family's legitimacy is with us." The second seat patted Xilin's shoulder. Then he looked at the Pillar of King Power, "Besides, he still needs Xilin. We have plenty of chips to face the first seat."

Xilin didn't understand what the second seat was talking about, but he noticed that these people, like the second seat and the teacher, all wore secret swords.

Recalling the look in the man's eyes before he died, the second officer murmured to Xilin, "You saved your life... Your Majesty?"

Xilin couldn't understand the teasing in the second seat's words.

The second seat continued to stare into Xilin's eyes and sighed, "It does look very similar."

The second seat pulled Xilin to signal him to follow him, but Xilin stood motionless.

"What happened?"

Facing Xilin's confused and confused eyes, the second seat said, "You will know later."

Xilin seemed to have come back to his senses, and realized for the first time how much power the Second Seat held. As if he saw hope, he yelled at the Second Seat, "Kill him! Second Seat, I order You kill him!"

The second seat shook his head and said helplessly, "Sorry, I can't kill that guy, not to mention, that's not my mission."

Xilin didn't understand. There were obviously other King's Secret Swords in the second seat, so why didn't they do it and kill the monster?

He growled like a young animal and struggled feebly on the second seat. Under the eyes of everyone, Xilin looked as ridiculous as a trapped animal.

As if he had exhausted all his strength, Xilin gradually calmed down, grabbed the second seat's clothes, and looked directly at the ground.

For a moment, Xilin seemed to have grown up many years ago. There was a maturity and sadness in his eyes that did not belong to this age. He mustered up all his courage and looked directly at the huge pillar that reached the sky. Then he stretched out his hand and took it from the second seat. Seized the secret sword.

The fireworks wrapped around the sword blade went out, and Xilin understood at this moment that that was indeed not the second seat's mission.

The man's last words echoed in Xilin's ears, engraved in his heart like a magic spell. At the same time, the faint black shadow wrapped around Xilin and cruised slowly.

"Liberate all this..."

This is his mission, that of Silin Kogardel.