God seal

"The kings all have long arms, and their kingdoms are everywhere they look."

A human sage satirized the centralized royal family and the abusive king so much.Even today, even though Hephaes abolished slavery, kingship still exists everywhere in the continent.People shouted and kowtowed three times, bowed their heads and knelt down, sending their dignity to the feet of others with their own hands.

The royal family-nobles-rich gentry-commoners-untouchables, the natural class division is deeply rooted in people's hearts.Kingship is a ruler, and the privileged class uses it to measure their own status and distinguish themselves from others; kingship is also a whip, whipped on ordinary people, always reminding them of their own poverty.

For the elves who advocate equality and freedom, and do not naturally love the powerful, they do not need to demean others by exalting themselves, nor do they need to use their status to maintain property, so it seems that they do not need to have a king.

However, the Elf King does exist.Searle couldn't figure out why before, but at this moment, he walked on the tree trunk leading to the Elf King's room, and realized this problem - starting from Ai Xi, what the Elf King represented was not royal power, but divine power.

Speaking of God, it seems to be much nobler than all living beings, and it is not a topic that can be discussed casually.However, Seer has a lot of contact with gods, and sometimes he can realize that the so-called gods are not extraordinary.Just like humans, gods have their own desires in everything they do.

"arrive."

Dragon stopped before a leafy archway.

"Although His Majesty is awake, we are not sure how long he will be awake, and we cherish the time you can talk." He seemed to notice that Searle was deserting, so he was a little dissatisfied.

Searle's silvery eyes looked at the door in front of him.

No matter what the god thinks or wants to do, it will not hinder his decision.

This world can replace countless gods, and elves can replace countless elf kings.

And he has only one father.

Searle pushed open the door, and shouted as intimately and dependently as he did when he was a child: "Dad—"

……

Looking around, the eyes are full of dead silence.

"Magic Addiction" is more chilling than the most terrible plague.In the place where it first broke out, all the settlements have been completely desolate.Traces of people fleeing in a hurry are everywhere, and the streets are full of scattered luggage, blood and dirt, enough to imagine the chaos at that time.In such chaos, there were two people walking slowly, almost touring.

They are indeed visiting and watching, this tragedy created by their own hands.

"Look at that." One of the men in black pointed at the two corpses rolling against each other at the far corner of the street, "In the face of fear, pure violence replaced everything."

The skin and flesh of the two corpses had long since rotted away, leaving only skeletons. They faced each other, their weapons pierced into each other's chests. Behind them was a horse corpse that had been gnawed until only the skeleton remained.Presumably at the last moment of their fight for escape, the two contenders killed each other.Before death, they may be neighbors, friends, or even father and son, husband and wife.

There was no ridicule in the eyes of the speaking man in black, but a pure gaze of research.Looking at it all the way, he made a judgment.

"No matter who it is, no one can give up their absolute interests before life and death. Selfishness is the instinct of all living beings." He looked at his companion and asked intentionally, "What do you think?"

Another black-robed mage beside him didn't intend to pay attention to this boring question.

The questioner began to ask and answer: "Of course, I am not saying that selfishness is a kind of wrong, which is moral corruption. On the contrary, it is this kind of selfishness that makes life progress and civilization evolves. However, this kind of selfishness based on 'selfish desires' Civilization is very easy to destroy, once the opportunities that individuals have are not equal and balanced, it will collapse in an instant, just like our eyes."

"I'm not interested in listening to your high-spirited speeches." The companion finally responded, hiding under the hood, his black eyes calmly watching the human tragedy in front of him, "Besides, you, the instigator, don't seem to be qualified to judge civilization. destroy."

"It's not 'you', it's 'us'." The other party laughed, "Look, no matter where you are, you are always so out of place. In Vannen City, in the Black Robe Association, in..." He vaguely skipped a Then he looked at the young man with black hair and black eyes, and chuckled, "Where do you think your home is, or do you think that at this point, there are others besides us who will accept you, Berthian O. Levi?"

The young mage whose name was called by him stopped, with dark clouds brewing in his black eyes.

"Even Old Bailey isn't on your side now. You caught his precious grandson and pointed out the kid, forcing Old Bailey to kiss him face to face. People are selfish, Bethian, you Do you think you still have a reliable ally?" He said something even more terrifying, "Perhaps, you count on that elf! But if Salanduil knows that the prophet Olivier is not missing at all, but was killed by his unworthy descendants Swallowed alive... oh, speaking of which, the way the Olivier family inherited their prophecy is really chilling."

Bo Xien watched the person in front of him make an exaggerated disgusted expression in front of him. He knew that the other person was deliberately annoying him, but he was still emotionally affected.Especially at the moment when he heard of Olivier's death, his black eyes couldn't help trembling slightly.The touch of blood and flesh seemed to be still rolling in his throat, and the titters of those who forced him to devour flesh and blood kept replaying like a nightmare; what impressed him most was the calm voice of the prophet Olivier before he died. expression.

He said, "It's you."

Then he closed his eyes with a smile on his lips.

Olivier the Seer died ten years ago, doomed the moment he refused to be part of this secret alliance.And Bosien is the heir carefully selected by the conspirators to replace Olivier.The young mage stood in front of the dead man's corpse, swallowing his flesh and blood one by one.Then, own everything from him.

If he excused himself and said that he was completely forced by others, he might feel better in his heart, but Bossian knew that was not the case. When he did not resist the temptation and did not spit out the flesh and blood immediately, he had already made a choice .From that day on, Bothian knew that there are some humans in the world more terrible than demons, and he is one of them.

Sadly, he met a long-overdue ray of light after being completely plunged into darkness.He tried to cover up, tried to put on a coat for himself, preventing the other party from directly seeing his dark soul.Several uncharacteristically helping each other, killing Olivier Jr., a member of the Black Robe Association in Locke City, but in the end these actions were meaningless except to prove his ridiculousness.

"What are you thinking?" The person in front of him interrupted Bethien's train of thought. He looked over with naked and speculative eyes, and even admired the ups and downs in Bethien's eyes, "When I mentioned Sarandir Seriously, you should have seen the look on your face at that moment. He was obviously different to you."

In the end, the dark clouds did not brew into a storm, and Bethian calmed down.

"It's different." Bossian said, just as he had convinced himself several times and said to Searle himself several times, "I was influenced by the memory of the prophet Olivier, and Olivier loved Sarandi you."

They had come to the edge of the town, and a tattered "Roriri" plaque fell under their feet.Going forward, there is the Great Rift Valley extending from the Devil's Abyss to the mainland.

"Oh, here we are." They paused for a while.

"Speaking of which, the 'Magic Addiction' has only infected ten cities. These elves guarding the Great Rift Valley are really not to be underestimated." The black-robed mage gave up exploring his secrets, but looked at the primeval forest in front of him that was shrouded in a layer of black air.

"How many do you want to kill? I haven't tried making potions with the bones and blood of elves. This time is a good opportunity." He said enthusiastically.

Boshien didn't speak again, and the two men in black gradually disappeared into the forest until they disappeared. The old plaque was blown by the wind and rolled aimlessly, like a person who had fallen into darkness and didn't know who to pray to.

[And Olivier loves Sarandir. 】

……

"dad?"

Searle walked into the dormitory of the Elf King, but the first thing he saw was not his father whom he had not met for a long time, but a stranger. To be precise, it was not a stranger, because he had exactly the same appearance and figure as Searle, Apart from their expressions, it's almost impossible to tell them apart.

Seeing Searle's momentary astonishment, this guy who looked like his twin brother smiled.

[Hello, Searle. 】

At that moment, Searle understood the identity of this "twin".The long sword in his hand was trembling faintly, and his forehead seemed to be scalded with fire.He looked at this deliberate prankster who maintained the same appearance as himself—a god.

"Eli." He said a little annoyed, "what are you doing here?"

No one has ever dared to speak to the Creator like this!But Searle believes that's because no one has ever spoken to the Creator face to face.Had they known Eli's character, they would have been like themselves.He was elusive, suddenly interested, and irresponsible. He once threw Searle in the snow-capped mountains at the foot of the orcs to exercise his "awakening", and then threw Searle, who would explode at any time due to excessive use of strength, back to the camp of his companions indifferently. .

For Eli, it's all about being fun.

Eli, who looked like Searle, was yelled at by Searle, showing a pitiful expression.Of course, it's also because it's fun.However, what he said next made Searle solemn.

【Waterland has already been punished, I hope you won't be the next one. 】

Why was Waterland punished by Eli!Of course it was because of his ridiculous actions, why Waterland did those things, because he was trying to save Hephaes.Searle instantly understood why Eli had to warn himself like this.

His throat was parched with thirst, burning like a flame.

"Elf King! My father, he..."

Eli still had the pitiful expression from last moment, and sometimes he was a bit delayed in expressing his emotions.The uncorresponding facial expressions and blurted out sentences are extraordinarily funny when speaking.

【Your father will inherit the glory of Essie and become a god. 】

"And then die?" Searle couldn't help roaring, "I don't understand what you are thinking, why is Ai Xi, Hephaes, and now my father! They became gods, but what greeted them was death. This is Your new trick to play with people's hearts?"

Eli wasn't ready for a new look, so now he showed indifference.

【This is the rule of the world, all the gods...】

Searle couldn't hear the second half of his sentence, because there was another voice in his ear at this time.

"Searle."

It was the voice of the King of Elves, his father, calling to him.