The Trial Game of Life

Tang Cuo became more and more sure that it was Louis XIV who wanted to be revived in Theodore's body, because he could not only feel the tearing of his soul, but also feel the skin on his neck burning.

He rushed to the pool and lowered his head to look, and there was a faint pattern of roses on his neck.It was a red rose, coquettish and gorgeous, blooming from the lower jaw to the collarbone, with a hint of gold in it.

This thing, like a tattoo or a birthmark, is said to have been born to Louis XIV.Bloody Rose, Louis XIV, a powerful tyrant destined to be extraordinary by nature.

The pattern appears and disappears from time to time, and it is not stable, but this appearance is enough to expose Theodore's identity.Tang Cuo raised his left hand to cover his neck, and before he could move, he heard two exclamations from the side.

"What's that in your neck?!"

"Rose, it's a rose!"

Two silver-armored guards appeared from around the corner, looking at Tang Cuo in astonishment.Long silver-white hair and the Sword of Judgment, this identity is very easy to recognize, especially this hair color, which makes the looming rose pattern more conspicuous.

But how is this possible?

How could it be possible for the famous White Knight Duke to have the characteristics of a rose?The family emblem of the White Knight family is the white rose!

Looking at them, Tang Cuo suddenly felt violent in his heart, as if a voice told him: kill them.His hand holding the sword also seemed to be uncontrollable, wanting to be stained with blood.

In the eyes of the two guards, Tang Cuo's demeanor suddenly changed, becoming fierce and brutal, but not as cold as before.They quickly raised their swords and made a defensive gesture, but Tang Cuo said in a deep voice:

"roll."

It was a word full of murderous intent, as if it was squeezed out of the throat, it was chilling.The two looked at each other, and were hesitating whether to leave, when they saw that the pattern on Tang Cuo's neck became more and more colorful, as if it was going to dye his eyes red.

"Let's go!" The two finally made a choice and fled in a hurry.

Tang Cuo looked around, and all the scattered people hid, but there were still many curious and frightened eyes looking at him from the window cracks and corners.

The only thing that makes Tang Cuo feel lucky is that he can still suppress Rose's recovery.This is a contest between him and Louis XIV, not like in the second ring "Song of the Wind", when the plot made him dizzy, he was dizzy, and there was no room for negotiation.

Or maybe it's not yet time.

All in all, the situation is not particularly bad, but Tang Cuo's current state is unstable. If someone attacks him at this time, he can only release Louis XIV to save his life.

If he meets Jin Cheng at this time, although Jin Cheng can use Augustine's identity to protect him, it will definitely cause a series of troubles, and even cause serious civil strife.

In an instant, Tang Cuo made a decision, bit the tip of his tongue to stay awake, and then left quickly.At the same time, the large troops of the Ivy League finally arrived at the Moon Hidden Country. Some of them came through the teleportation array of the palace, and some of them came across the vast desert, and quickly threw themselves into the battle.

The palace was still full of worries, His Royal Highness was kidnapped, but the Rose Sect didn't take the opportunity to make any demands, instead there was no news.This is undoubtedly scary.

At this time, Leng Miao had been led into the dungeon by Yan Yun and Zheng Yingying, and what appeared in front of his eyes was a group of black ruins covered by years of dust and yellow sand.

Judging from the tall pillars and the dome carved with complicated patterns, this place used to be a palace, a large and magnificent palace complex dozens of times larger than the one on the ground.It's just that this palace has the style of the so-called dark age. The bricks and stones are all black, and the magic runes that can be seen everywhere are golden. The decoration is gorgeous, but the overall style is solemn and solemn.

Many palaces in the ruins have been destroyed, the dome collapsed, the palace walls were broken, and not a single flower or plant could survive.In the yellow sand that can be seen everywhere, you can occasionally see a broken sword, a fragment of armor, and even a white bone.

Time has stained every brick and tile here with desolation, and the air without a breath of wind is full of the decayed smell of gold and silver.

"What are you doing here?" Leng Miao asked again.He also felt strange, at least Zheng Yingying's mission must be to kidnap His Royal Highness and coerce the king to surrender to the Rose Sect, but Yan Yun took them here for a stroll, not caring about the outside affairs at all.

What is so important?

"Do you know what's here?" Yan Yun asked back.

"I know I'm still asking you?" Leng Miao was annoyed.

"It is an incomparably brilliant magic civilization in the dark age." Yan Yun raised his hand to caress a black stone wall, the dust was peeled off by his fingertips, revealing golden magic runes.Because of the passage of time, the gold paint has been mottled, and the runes have lost their effectiveness, but there is a sense of mystery even more.

Without waiting for Leng Miao to continue asking, Yan Yun continued on his own: "In order to completely erase the traces of the Tucha Dynasty and prevent the dark forces from making a comeback, the Sicilian continent has paid a heavy price. During the past 1000 years Here, the civilization of magic has not progressed, or even regressed. Too many secrets and inheritances have been buried here and never see the light of day. Not all the people who died here were evil people, and there were many innocent people. Those who died were buried with this palace."

Leng Miao: "Would rather be wrongly killed than let go?"

"Otherwise, why do you think the Rose Sect gathered so many people? The fall of a dynasty is not just based on right or wrong." Yan Yun shrugged.

"Is this what the copy you experienced told you?" Leng Miao raised his eyebrows.A four or five-year-old white and tender little Douding raised his eyebrows, which made Yan Yun laugh.

"That copy is called "The Day the Gods Fall". I got a book of fairy tales, which triggered a story from the past." Yan Yun slightly restrained his usual teasing posture, but the light in his eyes became brighter, "Sicily In fact, people in the continent have never really understood Louis XIV. They thought that he was a pure tyrant just like the previous kings, greedy for wealth, seeking eternal life, and arrogant. I killed myself, and I deserve to die."

Speaking of this, Yan Yun paused for a while.

His eyes passed through the broken walls and fell towards the direction of the Well of Time, saying: "But in fact, wealth and eternal life are not in his eyes. He is indeed arrogant. He is the number one madman in all ages. His opponent has never It's not people, it's God."

Hearing this, Leng Miao suddenly thought of Yan Yun's god-slaying move.Back then, Yan Yun was the god who went to slaughter with a copy of "Sicilian Fairy Tales", which means that he did it after he came to the mainland of Sicily.

Zheng Yingying also thought of this.These days, Yan Yun has told her a lot, without any shyness, without the sense of mystery that a big boss should have.

This person is always frank when talking about conspiracies.

"You entered the dungeon with Tang Cuo and the others. He should have introduced you to the specific situation in the dungeon, right?" Yan Yun asked Leng Miao.

"That's right." Leng Miao's rare cooperation.

"Then have you ever thought about why there are no miracles in Sicily after the end of the Dark Ages?" Yan Yun smiled and continued to ask with his sleeves in his hands: "The reason why the Dark Ages are Dark Ages is really only because Tucha Is it the rule of a dynasty? Ambitious people abound, and if there is one Tucha, there will be a second Tucha. Why has the Sicilian continent not returned to the dark age in the past 1000 years despite the struggles?"

Leng Miao thought about it carefully and understood what he meant, "Because of God?"

"The gods in Sicily are different from the gods in Evernight City. The real god, even if you scold him thousands of times here, only Mr. Crow will jump in anger. But the gods in Sicily are different, they can't At best, they are 'false gods'. Under the rule of the gods, even the kings have to bow down to the gods, and the whole world is full of shadows cast by gods, so where does the real light come from? They perform miracles for believers, but they also have to charge Worship, God's rule is big and invisible, and in the end hatred is attached to the royal family who is within reach."

As he said that, Yan Yun asked again: "Which one do you think those false gods would prefer, Sicily today or Sicily in the dark age?"

Leng Miao couldn't help thinking along with his words, and finally had to admit that there was only one answer - the latter.

Only when people are suffering, will they pray to the gods with the most pious heart.Even atheists, at the end of their lives, will inevitably take a gamble on metaphysics.Therefore, the Tucha royal family produced tyrants throughout the generations, and the people prayed day and night, but the gods did nothing. When the tyrants began to challenge their authority, they finally became furious.

"The day the gods fell... Do you mean that there are no more miracles in Sicily, because the gods are dead? Did Louis XIV kill them?" Leng Miao asked.

"Bingo." Yan Yun smiled.

"Didn't Louis XIV be killed by God? How could he kill him?" Leng Miao remembered that Tang Cuo had said that Louis XIV died of God's punishment.

"That's just a fragment that has been handed down. The people of Sicily never really read Louis XIV, and certainly never saw the whole story. Remember what I said? God is a false god and is afraid of death .Louis XIV is the undisputed strongest in the Sicilian continent. The Rose Army led by him can even destroy the entire dragon clan, and the dragon clan is already an existence that can fight against the gods. How dare they take a shot against Louis XIV so easily?"

As Yan Yun said, he walked across the stone wall with his hands, and slowly paced in the garden where all the flowers and plants had withered, "So in order to lure them to appear and finally kill them, Louis XIV spent countless years planning, Everyone in the Sicilite continent is his chess piece. He used the most powerful means to integrate all the resources on the continent to strengthen himself, even at the expense of destroying the dragon clan, pushing himself to the opposite of everyone. And when he grows up When he was strong enough that even the gods felt his threat, the rebel army rose up and seriously injured him. Seeing this opportunity, the gods would naturally show up and make another stab. This is public opinion, the turmoil of the times, and the inevitable consequence. Everything is intertwined, no one will doubt it, and neither will the gods. And when the gods appeared in front of Louis XIV, the real battle began, and that day was—the day when the gods fell."

After the words fell, neither Leng Miao nor Zheng Yingying said anything.It is impossible to say that such a huge game of chess is not amazing, and Yan Yun's narration is not over yet.

"Everyone thought that Louis XIV's death was caused by God's punishment, so they clapped their hands and cheered, but who knew that was the real killer move? Exhausted his whole life's talents, mobilized the power of the whole continent, killed all the gods, and completely ended the rule of God. "

"This is the real end of an era."

"And everyone seems to have forgotten that this famous tyrant was once a friend of the noble Elven King."

An elf who loves nature will not be friends with a bloody tyrant.At least in his youth, Louis XIV was not what he later appeared to be.

"According to what you say, cruelty is an illusion, and Louis XIV is still a hero?" Leng Miao felt wrong, killing people is killing people, there is so much reason.

"You don't need to say that. People are complex animals. Indifference and violence are part of his character. How can he be completely fake? When he is friends with the Elf King, he can chat about poetry and music with him, and he can be sincere. This is him; one day he is tired of worshiping the gods, and decides to overthrow all this. For this reason, he voluntarily casts off the shackles of civilization, and does whatever it takes. This is also him, and has nothing to do with sentient beings. You can look at it any way you want, my tyrant."

Yan Yun spoke casually, Leng Miao looked at him, and suddenly felt like he was talking about himself.Yan Yun and Louis XIV are of course different, but the determination to slaughter the gods is very consistent.

"Tu Shen, he succeeded, but you failed." Leng Miao said bluntly.

"Miao Miao, you are always so ruthless." Yan Yun smiled helplessly, "But I did misjudge the identity of the gods, and mistakenly thought that the gods of Eternal Night City and Sicilite's were of the same level, so I made a fatal mistake .”

"Then you're thinking about how to kill Mr. Crow now?" Leng Miao said sarcastically.

"It should be said that our Mr. Crow seems to be looking forward to being killed by me, so he sent me here." Yan Yun said, looking up, as if looking at K through the void.

"What do you mean?" Leng Miao spoke faster.

"Do you know what's here? There is an incomparably brilliant magic civilization in the dark age." Yan Yun repeated what he said at the beginning, with the corners of his mouth curled up, "Louis XIV gathered all the top magic from the whole continent, all here gone."

Hearing this, even Leng Miao couldn't help showing surprise.Looking around, in this huge black palace, there are magic patterns everywhere on the stone walls, broken walls, and even on the ceiling of the dome.

Zheng Yingying also looked up, but her focus was different, "Will this affect Tang Cuo?"

"Yingying, your reaction will make me think that Tang Cuo is your teammate." Yan Yun smiled, but he was not angry when he saw it, but he used to pretend to be hurt in his heart to joke.After joking, he said again: "Although Louis XIV died in battle, the god is really dead, and he still has a second hand. When the rebel army seriously injured him, he left a part of his soul on the side that stabbed him." Put the sword on."

Zheng Yingying had a flash of inspiration, "The sword of judgment? Tang Cuo's sword?"

Yan Yun shrugged, "That's right, although I didn't see that sword in person in that dungeon, but now it seems that it is indeed that one. Looking at the current situation of the Moon Hidden Kingdom, I am afraid that Louis XIV is coming back .”

Speaking of this, he asked with great interest: "What do you think Tang Cuo's chances of winning are compared to that tyrant?"

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Q: What should I do if I opened a large-scale serial copy of the plot that runs through the whole text on the spur of the moment?

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