God seal

Everyone is in a maze.

The "everyone" referred to here includes the missing elves and orcs, Thur and Polis, and the gods.

Almost as soon as he entered the maze, Searle noticed the familiar atmosphere and the ubiquitous darkness hidden in it.Once he realized this, he knew that they were in a bad situation.This is the main battlefield of the gods, and they are just two mortals. No one can fight the evil gods head-on except Du Yi.And the God of Light didn't know where he went now, so he simply took advantage of this opportunity. Searle grabbed Polis's arm and pulled the Giant Heron Knight to his side: "You still have time to go back now."

Polis laughed and shook the weapon in his hand, "Searle, do you want a man who has pulled out a long gun to take it back?"

Searle didn't expect that this guy was still in the mood to tease him, so he pursed the corners of his mouth helplessly. Just when Polis thought he had given up persuading, the elf spoke again.

"When Olivier carved the seal for you, he once prophesied that you would die for me." The elf's silver eyes were filled with thick clouds, "I have sent them away one by one, do you think Shall I send you away again? Do you want me to loathe and hate myself for the rest of my life?"

The smile on Polis' face faded, but he didn't give in so easily either.

"I almost softened my heart. Searle, you actually used yourself to threaten me. You really learned a lot. Did that human mage teach you badly?"

Hearing him mention Bethien, Searle's eyes trembled, but before the ripples in those eyes further wavered, a pair of big hands wrapped around his shoulders.

"If I leave you here, wouldn't I be the one who hates and hates me for the rest of my life? You see, I'm a bit 'selfish' in comparison. I'd rather be you to send me away than Allow yourself to watch you leave. Well, let's stop here for the sensational words. "

Polis patted Searle's back hard, almost staggering the "slender" elf.

"Do you feel something is wrong?"

Seeing this, Searle also stopped to persuade, quietly observing the surroundings.His pointed ears began to vibrate consciously.

Although the Elven King once said that the tip of the elf's ears is not for improving hearing, Searle always subconsciously connects the two points. Whenever he wants to settle down and listen to something, he always shakes his ears involuntarily.

"there!"

After clarifying the source of the sound, Searle took Polis to the destination.

They soon approached a swamp, and accidentally found Estes and Brian, who had been missing for a long time, but this was not good news.

It's just hell.

Searle couldn't believe what he saw.Orcs and elves fought each other, eyes full of hatred for each other.It almost made him think he was back in the orc foothills 300 years ago!And in the center of the swamp, Estes held the tail of the arrow, and the sharp tip pierced Brian's chest!Just when Searle and the others arrived, Therese held a dagger in her hand and was about to stab Estes in the heart!

"No!"

Searle rushed over to stop it, but was blocked by an invisible barrier, no matter what method he used, he could not penetrate this barrier.He could only watch the two races fight each other, watching his younger brother and the girl he rescued stab weapons into each other's heart!

"Calm down, Searle."

Polis grabbed him from behind.

"This is a labyrinth! The space in the labyrinth is reversed, we can't get through it, it means they are in another space, don't mess around! And what we see may be just an illusion, these are not real at all!"

Polis' words cooled Ser's burning mind a little, but it was soon broken by a cold ridicule.

"It's only half right. You really can't do anything about what is happening. As for whether those scenes are real?"

Searle turned his head stiffly, looking at the black figure that suddenly appeared behind him.He has the eye color and hair color of the night, and has a familiar face and tone.

"What do you think?"

The eyes that once looked at Searle tenderly, now there is only indifference.

Who is he, Bossian, or the evil god?The moment the eyes of the two met, Searle caught a fleeting emotion in those black eyes, and the next moment, his body lost its strength and fell backwards.

Polis suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and he wanted to support Fussel, but was blocked by the white light that suddenly rose from the elf.

"Eli's divine power? No, what exactly is this?"

Polis looked at Searle, who was swallowed by the white light, and looked at the man in black angrily.

"What did you do to him?"

The man in black didn't care about Polis at all, he just looked intently at Searle, who was swallowed by white, with great concentration, as if every glance was the last.

Searle fell into a hallucination.

He repeated, experiencing the nightmare of 300 years ago again and again.Seeing the tragic deaths of his fellow clansmen and Bailey being dismembered, even if he regained the White Rose City in the end, he could not save any lost lives.All this because the orcs conspired with the demons, greedily and shamelessly giving them betrayal.

The scene suddenly returned to the present, he stood by the mud, watching the orcs and elves fighting to the death again, watching Estes and Theresiu holding weapons at each other.

"They were born to be sworn enemies."

Someone stood behind him, watching the tragic scene with him.

"You're vainly trying to moderate and just bring false peace. As long as there is a little friction, they will not hesitate to point their swords at each other."

"No..." Searle tried to struggle and said, "There is also Teresu, she is our hope."

"The hope you mentioned is now stabbing your brother's chest with a dagger." The person behind him chuckled, "Did you see the pain on her face? I think in this fight, no one is better than her." Even more desperate. But she might not have to be like this, if she had always been a half-orc in peace and contentment, instead of being brought back by you to raise her according to the standards of elves. The same clansman killed each other, and it was you who sent her to a desperate situation."

The tears on the girl's face stung Ser, and he could only close his eyes.But that ghost-like voice still refused to let him go.

"Even I didn't expect that you would add orcs to your army. Didn't the fiasco 300 years ago teach you enough lessons? Violence and greed are the nature of orcs. Arrogance and vengeance are the characteristics of elves." Instinct. You forcibly keep two races with deep hatred together, and you think you can make them shake hands and talk? Don't you forget—" the man in black said softly, "It is you who made them have such bloody hatred , Saran'dir."

At that moment, the White Rose City burned by the fire flooded into Searle's mind.The wailing and pain swept through the memories that had been deposited under the long river of time, and once again filled all his mind and soul.

He saw the snow-white foothills littered with corpses, he smelled the scorching smell of demon fire burning the city, and he recalled the decapitated, disemboweled corpse hanging on the city wall—just before he left , the assassin also waved his hand casually to say goodbye to them.

[Leave it to me, do you still have any worries, Searle? 】

"But let me see, in fact, there is nothing wrong with you doing this, repairing the broken relationship between the two races, watching people who were once enemies perform false peace in front of your eyes, nothing can fill your heart more than this Guilt, isn't it?"

"You killed so many of your fellow clan back then. Now if they get back together, can you let go of the guilt in your heart?" The devil-like voice said, "Do you think that the mistakes you made can be made up for? Woolen cloth?"

"It's really selfish, Searle."

Searle opened his eyes, and the intimate "Searle" unexpectedly awakened his mind.

"who are you?"

"I'm Bethian." The man in black smiled at him, "Berthian Olivier who died for you, who swallowed the flesh and blood of your old friend."

It was as if he deliberately stimulated Searle, and every word stuck in Searle's heart.However, with the pain in his heart, Searle gradually calmed down unexpectedly.

"You're not him." Searle said, "You're not Bethian."

The man in black's eyes narrowed for a moment, and then he said as if nothing had happened, "Why? Because I no longer please you, deceive you, and let you immerse yourself in hypocritical self-satisfaction?"

Searle drew out the saber beside him, even though his hands were still shaking, he did not hesitate to draw the sword.

"He didn't flatter me or cheat me."

"Then why didn't he tell you the truth and prevent you from seeing the truth clearly. Instead, he helped you cover up these false peace time and time again, and even killed you. Don't you want to say that he can't see the truth clearly just like you , blinded by the so-called love and justice?"

Seul suddenly smiled slightly.

"Probably because he loves me."

The moment he said these words, Searle slashed at the man in black with a sword. The man in black was caught off guard, and was easily split in half like fragile paper, but he still roared unwillingly.

"Why?" He didn't believe that there was any flaw in his disguise, it was the one that the adult personally set up for him, and it should be perfect!

"Bothien defended the White Rose City for me. He will never use what you said to provoke me." Searle said, "He won't."

"Naive." The man in black laughed, "Do you really think that he will be the same as before? Do you think those scenes really won't happen?"

"I wasn't sure, but now it seems that Polis is right, what you let me see is indeed an illusion." Seir put away the sword, and the expression on his face finally relaxed, "After such a long time , you're still not that smart, Leviathan."

The demon hybrid revealed his true face, and he let out a weird laugh before disappearing.

"Whether it is an illusion or the future... not sure, Salanduil!"

After the illusion created by Leviathan disappeared, Searle's consciousness returned to reality. The nightmare and the battle consumed too much energy for him. Polis grabbed him who was about to fall, and asked with concern: "Do you see what?"

"Just an illusion."

Searle looked at the position behind Polis. There should have been another man in black standing there, but now, that figure was gone.

The Bethian in the illusion is Leviathan in disguise, so what about the outside one?

Was the man in black who made him feel a familiar aura also a demon in disguise?

Searle didn't dare to delve into it.

And in the depths of the maze, someone watched his every move.He smiled at the man in black who just came back beside him, "Did you hear that? He said you love him."

The man in black stood silently without saying a word.

"This plan really won't work." Evil God sighed, he just waved his hand, and the man in black was absorbed into his body like a phantom.

"But it's okay, Searle." His cold eyes stared at the scene in front of him, "We still have another game."

"I'll let you know how much 'I' love you."

The author has something to say:

The form of our Sear confession is very strange.

Instead of saying "I love you", he just keeps repeating "You love me" like a child.

Because he had lost countless times, he didn't dare to accept it easily.However, the process of repeating "Bethian loves me" is the transformation of his consciousness.He dared to accept the love of others.

【I know you love me, so Bossian, come back quickly. 】