Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

In order to be promoted as the new deputy emperor of the empire, Yuliyans will become another victim after his own brother Gallus.

Yuriyans was weak and sick since he was a child. No one thought that he was a material suitable for the position. They all concluded that he would inevitably be executed by their cousin, the supreme emperor of the Roman Empire, like Gallus. Just like slaughtering almost all collateral descendants of his family, the last descendant of the last Flaviz royal family was also removed.

Unexpectedly, Julyans proved his outstanding military skills in Gaul in just two years. He not only quickly recovered the colony of Agripina, defeated the powerful Alamein, He even formed an alliance with the barbaric Visigothic kingdom, and led those barbarian soldiers to quell the Germanic chaos, which shocked the entire Roman court and opposition.

The triumphant glory coated his purple robe with a layer of divine brilliance, transforming him from a pitiful survivor of power struggles into a hero, and justifiably stabilized the position of regent of the empire, possessing a Qualifications to govern the West.

Now no one can question the status of Yulyans, not even the Supreme Emperor can give him a reason for his resignation.In Rome, military victory was enough to overwhelm all opposition.

Even though he himself is the adopted son of the supreme emperor and a senior general with outstanding military exploits, he is the most likely to be designated as the heir to the throne, but compared with Yulyans, the vice-emperor who came from the Flaviz royal family, he is in the line of blood. A little bit worse.Nowadays, among the ruling and opposition parties, there are not a few voices supporting Yuriyans.

Tyrion's forehead throbbed.His hand was unconsciously held on the dagger at his waist, and he just wanted to cut his thorn in two in half immediately.

"Of course it was because of Augustus 3's summoning. Didn't you also come from a long distance because of this, Tyrion?" Ulyans' tone was mocking and lazy, he tightened the rein of the horse, and slowly approached him .

His eyes were half-closed casually, but he didn't look at him, but at the civilians looking up at him. He took off the hat on the black cloak, revealing a gold-encrusted forehead symbolizing status.

The long dark copper-colored hair flowed on the purple robe exposed in his cloak, and the strands were like burning, and the figure seemed to be burning in the flames.In stark contrast is his mask, which is as cold as frost, making people fearful, but they can't help but be seduced by the flame-like charm he exudes, and just want to kneel down and worship him, no matter whether he is a demon or not. is God.

Tyrion was never among those who wanted to worship Julyans.He raised his head, and his gaze poured over the opponent's whole body like poisonous acid.

If it wasn't for that mask, he probably wouldn't have recognized that it was Yuriyans.When he left Rome a few years ago, Yuriyans was still a thin and frail teenager, but now——

He looked at the man in front of him.The shoulders are broad, and the figure is tall but not thin. It can be imagined that what is hidden under the black cloak must be a vigorous and powerful body.

Could it be that the sky fire burned his appearance, but burned out a healthy body? How absurd.

Maybe the rumors are true—Julians sacrificed himself to the demons and was reborn from the fire of heaven.He was nothing more than a pagan priest in the garb of a saint.

"Of course it is. I am triumphant from the battlefield, and I am going from here to the Arc de Triomphe, across the Palatine Hill to meet Oskudu, won't you go with me?" Tyrion narrowed his eyes maliciously, "By the way, your greeting What about the Gothic barbarian army? Why didn't you come into the city with you?"

"They behaved barbarously. I'm afraid they will disturb the law and order in the city. I left them on the other side of the Rhine River."

Tyrion let out a cold snort through his nose.It is said that the reason why Yuriyans was able to subdue those barbaric Visigoths and lead them to be invincible in Gaul was also because he offered sacrifices to the ancient demon gods of the Gothic country.Some soldiers who returned from Gaul said that they saw Julyans peel off the skins of prisoners of war for sacrifice, and also participated in the cannibal feast of the Goths, which was shockingly cruel and cold-blooded.

While those rumors that were difficult to distinguish between true and false were lingering in his mind, the other party had already driven his horse slowly towards him.

Yuriyans looked at him in a condescending manner, not even bothering to look at him, as if he was an insignificant ant.

There was a fire in his heart.Searching for Julyans' once downcast appearance in his mind, he whispered viciously, "Hey, your face...isn't it really ruined? Tsk, what a pity...the beautiful boy who once crowned the empire Well, no one is not fascinated by your looks..."

No sooner had the words finished than Tyrion felt his wrist tighten.

Yuriyans' hand stretched out from under the black cloak firmly gripped his wrist, the knuckles of his slender fingers were raised, and the tiger's jaw was tightened like some kind of torture tool.

Immediately, he felt the terrifying strength in that palm, and a pointed cone was set in the inner ring of his middle finger, piercing into his muscles.

He raised his head in shock, seeing Julyans squinting at him, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The smile made his hair stand on end.Tyrion's entire face was twisted in pain, but his arm was held high by the opponent.Yuriyans raised his voice and faced the crowd: "For the victory of Rome! For Jesus Christ!"

There was a wave of cheers all around.No one noticed that Julyans was torturing him.He tried his best to retract his hand, and there was a small hole deep enough to reach the bone on his trembling wrist.But strangely, there was no blood at all.

He immediately thought of what had happened to those high-ranking officials who had made things difficult for Gallus and Julyans in the past.They all died, one after another inexplicably violent, bleeding from the seven orifices, and their bodies rotted—shortly after Gallus was beheaded, and at the same time that Yulyans was implicated and imprisoned.There are rumors that Yulyans ordered the wizard to do it. Although there is no evidence to prove it, these words are by no means groundless.

What if this is true?

Tyrion broke out in a cold sweat.

He raised his head subconsciously.Yulyans brushed past him, and something moved under his black cloak, revealing a head.He suddenly met a pair of deep green eyes.Half of an extremely beautiful face flashed past the shadows, like a dream that was both real and illusory.

This brief glimpse was so amazing that his nerves jumped like a plucked string, and his eyes followed the person in Yuliyans' arms, and the other person also turned his head to look at him.

Orientals have thick black hair and fair skin. Even with half of her face covered, one can still see that she is a rare beauty, but her eyes are too sharp, and she is obviously a boy.They were not ordinary slaves, with collars around their necks and bronze medals that symbolized prisoners of war—so eye-catching to prevent them from escaping.

But he didn't allow him to look more, and the other party was covered by Julyans' sleeves, like a nightingale caught by a vulture.Tyrion was a little disappointed, looking at the direction in which Julyans was going away.Of all the beauties he had seen in Rome, except for the former Yulyans, I am afraid that no one could compare with the prisoner of war.

He was able to recognize that with such a characteristic appearance, he must be a Sasanian Persian.Persian slaves were rare in Rome, and the more beautiful they were, the more precious they were.

You must know that Sasanian Persia is the only powerful country that can rival Rome in strength today. It tried to expand its power to Mesopotamia, which has always been under the control of Rome, and has repeatedly fought with them over the years. The confrontation curbed Rome's expansion in the East.

The most shameful thing that cannot be ignored is that the earlier Sasanian emperor Shapur I even captured and killed the Roman emperor Valerian. Now, their current emperor Constantius is once again on the Eastern battlefield Ate the Persians a big loss.

In this case, Juliyans, who won in Gaul, swaggered into the city with a Persian slave. Isn't it a blatant provocation?

Or... is that a tribute that Yuriyans wants to present to His Majesty the Emperor?

Tyrion clenched the handle of the knife beside him thoughtfully, and suddenly he had an idea, whispered something to his confidant next to him, and glanced at the glittering golden palace from afar. direction.

In two days, their supreme emperor, Constantius, would return to the city from his defeated Eastern battlefield to receive the Armenian prince who had come to seek refuge in Rome, and hold a feast in the court.Armenia is inherently unpredictable, and the return of Yuriyans will complicate the already complicated situation——

The king who sits high on the golden chair wants more than he to get rid of Yulyans, who now threatens his rule.

A torrential rain that had been accumulating for a long time was about to explode vigorously on the dome of the sacred palace and on the splendid palace stage.

tbc

The next chapter is too much to attack, so much to bully Shoujun~

[Armenia is a country that is currently caught between Persia and Rome. A little spoiler is that the Prince of Armenia is a consecrated male favourite. He is a person who has to pretend to be a fake person after receiving the emperor~ Seeing other people's perspectives, I guess everyone should It can be seen that the white-clothed boy who said he wanted to protect him at the beginning was the attack before his rebirth~~ What exactly happened, please look forward to the later article to slowly reveal xddd】

Note 1: Aristophanes: Ancient Greek dramatist

Note 2 Caesar: 2 Caesar: The title of deputy emperor, and divide the country with the emperor.

Note 3 Augustus: The title possessed by the reigning emperor, meaning supreme.

Chapter 11 [X] The Vicious Dog

From the confrontation just now, I finally learned the identity of the black-robed man who bought me, so I couldn't help being surprised.He turned out to be Yuliyans, the deputy emperor who ruled the western part of the Roman Empire today.

It is rumored that he is very proficient in tactics, and he was invincible in Gaul within a short time after he took the throne. Although he has not yet faced our Persian army head-on, his reputation is far and wide. I heard his name before I was captured.Fearing that he would assist Constantius to fight against Persia on the eastern battlefield in the future, the military sent a legion to assassinate him, but it was unsuccessful.

I don't know why.It's unbelievable that a whole legion just disappeared on the way to assassinate him.

And such a dangerous person is right behind me at this moment, I don't know where it will take me.What is his purpose in buying me?The reasons for this are by no means simple.

I pondered uncomfortably, unknowingly, I was led by him through the center of the city and into the dense forest on the outskirts of the sparsely populated city.Through the mottled tree shadows, I saw the undulating hills in the depths of the forest like the backs of wild animals. On the hillside stood a towering temple-like building, and behind the ridge was a dark and unattainable city wall.

No matter how high the city wall is, it can't stop me—even the tallest ivory tower in Ctesiphon, I have climbed to the top, and this height means nothing to me.

I glimpsed a glimpse of the hope of regaining freedom, but apart from the fact that I was under the control of others, I was too exhausted to climb the wall.

When passing through the dense forest, the surroundings were quiet, and the sound of horseshoes stepping over dead leaves was particularly loud. When I entered the area with the thickest tree shadows, the thick darkness like ink covered my body, which made me feel gloomy the chill.

In addition to the sound of footsteps, there was another unusual rustling sound trailing behind.I vigilantly turned my head and looked behind me, and saw a few huge black dogs approaching from the shadows of the trees all around, keeping a distance not too far or too close, as if

It was to welcome the arrival of Yuriyans.One or two of them stared at me covetously, bared their fangs bared their teeth, and growled lowly in their throats, as if impatient to pounce on me and tear me to pieces.

I frowned in disgust—I hate dogs very, very much.

My samurai mentor has an extremely ferocious mastiff, which is stronger than a lion. Fighting it is recognized as the most difficult test for all trained samurai. Even Ishka, who is now the leader of my ghost army, Germany has also been defeated by it.In order to become a qualified samurai, I challenged this dog time and time again, so I was thrown down by its minions one after another, so that I clearly remember the dog's smelly bloody mouth and it Sticky, disgusting saliva.

If it had been a real fight, I'd probably have died dozens of times.

As I was thinking about those horrible experiences I couldn't bear to recall, one of the dogs approached to my left side.It seemed to be the largest of these wolfhounds, not much smaller than a horse, enough to bite a rider.I instinctively shrank my legs and feet, lest I be bitten by it, but it moved its head closer, as if it was going to attack me.

I immediately sprang up on the horseback, but Yuriyans held my neck and pressed my head back on his shoulder. He turned his face sideways and squinted at me with his long and narrow eyes: "Aren't you brave enough to stand up?" Is it too big to be afraid of dogs?"

A series of low growls sounded from my feet, and my ankles were wet and hot. I shrank back reflexively, and almost fell into Yuliyans' arms. My waist tightened and I was embraced by him .I didn't care how embarrassing this posture was, I just stared at the ferocious wolf dog next to me vigilantly: "These dogs are raised by you! Tell them to stay away from me!"

There was a chuckle in his ear: "Don't worry...they won't bite people like you. Unless you are unruly and dare to disobey your master."

At this moment, the wolfhound sniffed my calf, baring its fangs.

"Go away!" I curled up my legs, my whole body tensed.

A hand scratched my chin, and the tone seemed to be coaxing casually: "Hey, call me master, and it will leave."

My heart was full of anger, and I coldly refused: "Don't even think about it! I only submit to our Persian king, what are you!"

The body was empty, and the whole person was pushed off the horse.

I was caught off guard and fell to the ground, and Yuriyans drove the horse and walked forward holding the chain.There was roaring one after another from all around, and the surrounding wind was raging, and several black shadows rushed towards me like lightning.

All of a sudden, I was so frightened—I used to struggle with a giant dog, but now with my hands tied behind my back, I was facing more than a dozen wolf dogs that were about the same size as that mastiff!

This thought flashed by, and a black shadow approached him.I rolled on the spot, but my body was still hit, and I lost my balance and fell to the ground.Dozens of dark shadows surrounded me like dark clouds.I felt the sharp fangs and wet tongue raging on my body, as if they were about to bite me to pieces.

A sense of near-death fear overwhelmed my whole being in an instant.

I closed my eyes tightly, and subconsciously wanted to protect my head, but my bound hands couldn't move, and a huge despair rose from the bottom of my heart.I know that speaking out might stop this, but I can't do it. Humiliation is more difficult for me to face than death.

However, the expected pain of being torn apart did not come. A whistle pierced through the thunderous roar, and the wolfhounds immediately dispersed like dark clouds.

I opened my eyes and saw Yuliyans walking slowly in front of me without any haste, lowered his head, and looked at my distressed appearance.I was still in the panic of escaping from death. I only felt that he was the god of death Dalatus in Greek mythology who came to ask for my life.

"You'd rather die than beg for mercy, you have a lot of backbone..." He raised the corners of his lips mockingly, flicked the chain in his hand, and dragged me up from the ground.

I staggered to my feet, but was stumbled by him again, my knees couldn't help but go limp, and I knelt down in front of him again.He leaned over me, his dark red hair streaming down my face.In the darkness, his long and narrow pupils were half-closed, with a bone-biting and soul-piercing demonic light glowing faintly.

I opened my mouth wide in panic and took several breaths before I recovered.

A raging flame suddenly shot up in my chest and abdomen. I struggled to get up and attack him, but he grabbed the chain on the neck ring tightly, which made me fall on him unsteadily.

The rich fragrance poured into the nasal cavity, which immediately made me a little dizzy.I hurriedly held my breath and barely stood up straight. The light was blocked by his cloak and hair, so that my sight was limited to the part of his exposed neck.His Adam's Apple rolled slightly under his pale skin, as if feeling thirsty.I grind my teeth, as if to use the only part I can move freely as a deadly weapon, but the roar from behind makes me suppress the urge in time.

If he is killed by me, these vicious dogs will surely rush up and tear me to pieces.

As if he had seen through my intentions, he raised his jaw slightly, "Bite, why don't you bite? I also want to see how powerful a mouth that can bite off a person's life is..."

"Shut up! You pervert!" I struggled to free his arm.

After taking a step back, my hips tightened suddenly, and I jumped forward in shock.There was a hissing sound, half of my loincloth was bitten off, my butt was chilly all of a sudden, and the remaining half of my crotch was also crumbling, but I couldn't grab it with my hands, and watched it slide down. Can't help being embarrassed.

The wolfhound that had sneaked up on me from behind ran to Yuliyans' side, holding the spoils that had been bitten off of me in its mouth, and offered him a huge dog's head, its tail swishing loudly.

I am stiff.Yuriyans picked up the piece of rag, shook it at me, his eyes wandered over my lower body, and the corners of his lips curled up meaningfully.

His cheeks were hot as if being poured by boiling water.Even though I was facing a person of the same sex, I still felt extremely ashamed——I was completely naked, my hands and feet were shackled, and a collar was put on my neck. I looked worse than these dogs.

"Give me the clothes... back!" I gritted my teeth and stared at him, but dared not move my legs.I am afraid that if I act rashly again, what will be bitten off next time will not be my crotch, but my lifeblood.

Yuriyans smiled casually, and murmured coaxingly, "Come here if you want..."

His tone was too insidious, but I couldn't defend myself, and I couldn't retreat.I froze for a while before I took the first step with difficulty, only feeling that my breathing was tight.The iron chain clanged with my steps, like the sound of the brass bell on the neck of the mastiff dog. The crisis was approaching step by step, which made me terrified.

tbc

Chapter 12 [XI] Bone Biting Beauty

It took only a few steps to move in front of him, but it seemed that it took a century, and it was difficult.

The iron chain was shortened inch by inch, and I was inevitably drawn close to his body.He raised his hand, and instead of returning the crotch cloth to me, he pinched my shoulder.There was an instant sting from the place where the dagger had stabbed me earlier, and I glanced to see that my shoulder was already dripping with blood—it had been torn when the dogs pounced on me, but I didn't realize it.

I've never taken this kind of minor injury seriously, but I was taken aback by Julyans' demeanor.

His eyes stared straight at my wound, his breathing was disordered, as if a hungry wolf smelled a fishy smell, the next moment the dragon and snake on the mask would jump up suddenly and bite me.

I was horrified in my heart, and hurriedly drank: "Hey, what are you looking at!"

This sound seemed to wake him up from a dream.A pair of blue-purple demon pupils rolled in the black hole of the mask, and their eyes slowly moved to me.At the same time, a hand slid from my shoulder to my lumbar spine, and my gluteal cleft was caught off guard.

doing what?

Reflexively, I bent my knees and pushed his lower abdomen, and took a big step back. Suddenly, I was knocked to the ground by a pounced black shadow. In an instant, a mouthful of fangs had engulfed my neck, pinning me to the ground. .

I bent my neck, fighting with tension and anger in my heart, and sweat dripped down my forehead unstoppably.At this moment, the surrounding dense forest suddenly became windless, and there was a rustling sound.A flying shadow like an eagle flew over my head, and struck towards Yulyans with lightning speed, but he dodged sideways.

The wolfhounds rushed towards the raider in an instant, but none of them succeeded. It easily broke through the encirclement, spread its wings and turned a corner, then disappeared into the night again.

that eagle...

There was a thud in my heart, and I felt a strong sense of strangeness, faintly feeling something unusual.In the Undead Army, messenger eagles are often used to convey information between superiors and subordinates and members of the army. Each legion is equipped with an eagle for the army, so I am so familiar with the creature eagle that I can use their unique Flight trajectory and flight method to determine which legion they come from.

When the eagle came down, I could see it clearly—it leaned down when it flew, and when it spread its wings and glided, one wing could not be fully stretched, which was a sign that the left wing had been injured.

That is most likely my Altaïr, from the Ghost Legion I belong to.

My breath freezes in shock.Is there someone from our legion here?By what order did they come to Rome?Or did you hear that I was released from prison and came here to rescue me?

After thinking about it for a while, I immediately denied the latter.

Even if the bond is strong, the chances of them acting on their own initiative are slim.The only possible answer, then, is that they had an order from their superiors, and that order involved me and required me to carry it out.

I'm so excited.It seems that I have taken off my shackles at this moment, returned to the legion, and put on my black scale uniform again.

"It seems that you are really not an ordinary prisoner of war..."

The sound brought me back to reality in an instant.The sharp mouth of the wolfhound has not moved away from my neck, and I am still under the control of others.

I raised my eyes and looked around, knowing that other members of the Legion might be lurking nearby, and then it occurred to me that this might be why Yuriyans bought me—for some reason, he wanted to use I draw them out.

A strong sense of shame and tension rushed into my heart at the same time.I hope my subordinates don't see the appearance of their army commander, otherwise I really lose face!

Thinking of this, I curled up my legs, wishing I could dig a crack in the ground and get in.

"No wonder those spies follow you..."

I shivered in my heart, thinking that it really is so.No wonder this demonic man who is the vice emperor of Rome still spends a lot of money to buy such a dangerous product after I acted in such a frightening scene.

Yulyans walked up to me slowly, unbuttoned his cloak, and gestured slowly, as calmly and naturally as if he was in his own bedroom.I can't help but wonder if he's planning to insult me ​​by adding insult to injury to force my legionnaires to show up.

I stared at him warily, my whole body tensed like a bowstring ready to go.Sweat dripped from my forehead into my eye sockets, and in the blink of an eye, a thick piece of clothing fell around me. It was his cloak.Then the wolfhound let go of my neck.

I carefully stood up with the cloak on my back.Unexpectedly, I saw that Yuliyans had turned around and walked towards the white temple in front of him, and he didn't mean to embarrass me anymore.

I stumbled towards the temple with him.It is surrounded by the ruins of some huge god statues crumbling to and fro, and thick yellow-green olive leaves are piled up, making this building dormant in the dense forest like an ancient monster that has been sleeping for thousands of years.Obviously no one has set foot here for a long time.

What is he doing here?I turned my head and looked around, carefully observing this place.

Looking through the tall arches of the temple, the dome is high and empty, and there are some obviously newly cast angel statues on the pillars supporting the temple door. In the shadows cast by the wings behind them, there are blurred outlines of other completely different god statues.Several faces looked down on everything quietly, as if looking down on all living beings over hundreds of years, already covered with forgotten dust.

I have a rough idea of ​​the change of religion in Rome, and their new state religion, Christianity, is the enemy religion of Zoroastrianism, and I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable in this place.But looking up at these statues reminded me of standing in the temple like this when I was receiving samurai sacrifices, and let the priests perform the fire worship ceremony for me. That was the most glorious moment in my life so far.

Recalling the scene at that time, I felt an uncontrollable enthusiasm.Thinking that Xinying has arrived, and the hope of returning to the Legion and Persia is no longer out of reach, my mood suddenly becomes clearer.Following the direction where the moonlight fell, I looked up towards the dome of the temple, but caught a glimpse of the figure ahead.

Yuriyans was also looking up at the statues, thoughtfully.I couldn't restrain myself from being attracted by him, and inexplicably, the gesture of Flaviz looking up at the statue and praying appeared in my mind, and I was a little dazed for a while.

The light and shadow traced his tall and thin back, a layer of cold light gleamed on the chain mail, flowing down the flowing red long hair to the dark purple inner robe, like ice and fire intertwined.His whole figure stood in the flames, but his whole body exuded a lonely and cold chill.

Burning ice and snow.

When this word jumped out of my mind, Juliyans suddenly raised his hand, yanked something off his neck, and flung it away. A silver light sank into the darkness.

It's that cross.

Isn't he a Christian, throwing away this symbol of the believer for what?I narrowed my eyes strangely, and saw him touching the side of my neck, turned slightly, and stretched out his hand.Through the gap between his arms, I could see that in front of him was a half-person-high stone altar, like a pool or a small fountain that once existed for believers to wash their hands.It has completely dried up, but what is surprising is that there is a blood-colored flower growing from the incomplete spout.

It is open on this pile of ruins strangely, like a drop of residual blood on the white bones, like the beautiful smile of the goddess of fate Mo Yi when facing death, and because of this dangerous breath Fatal temptation.

Just like this man in front of me.

When I was in a daze, a pale hand suddenly picked off the flower, I couldn't take my gaze back from his gaze, and collided with those demon eyes unexpectedly.

"What are you looking at? Are you peeking at me?" He stared at me meaningfully, handed the flower to his lips, took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth were deeply hooked, and the color of his lips was dyed even more by the petals around his mouth red.

———Bloodthirsty beauty.

I felt a strong panic for no reason, and my heart trembled like a hammer.I don't know why this simple action has such a strong effect, but I did instinctively take a step back and tongue tied: "Peeping? I, I was trying to figure out how to kill you!"

"You can try it." He glanced behind me, with a half-smile.I heard the sound of wolfhounds running over fallen leaves, from far to near, and I couldn't help but stand on end.I hastily stepped up the stone steps of the temple in three steps and two steps, and one foot fell between the soft fallen leaves.

Beneath the fallen leaves was a wet, smooth stone floor covered with moss.Before I could stand still, the iron chain would be dragged forward by him, and I slipped and fell to the ground.My forehead hit the floor tiles, my brain was buzzing instantly, my eyes were filled with stars, and a kind of dizziness caused by exhaustion was overwhelming me, so that I couldn't even gather the strength to get up, and my shoulders hurt. Come bursts of stinging pain.

I think I'm bleeding too much, the injury has exceeded my body's load.

My sight wobbled up to the sky, and a black shadow shaded the moonlight above my head.

Immediately, I felt a chill and my cloak was pulled back.

Yuriyans looked down at my body, he bent his eyes and smiled, his eyes were dark and charming in the shadow of the backlight, for some reason it reminded me of the anaconda I saw in the death swamp in India, when it tightened its prey little by little His eyes, just like the eyes staring at me at this moment, reveal a fatal desire to devour.

A strong sense of crisis fell on his head.I desperately tried to gather my strength, telling myself that I must not faint like this, but my vision blurred uncontrollably.

The black shadow on the top of the head is like a falling haze getting bigger and bigger. I vaguely feel a hand caressing from my calf to my neck, and the roots of my ears are hot: "If you faint in front of me like this, are you doing this?" Are you trying to lure me here to blaspheme..."

I gritted my teeth and struggled, but it was undoubtedly in vain.His waist was hugged by his palm, and cold metal was stuck to his chest. : "Did no one tell you that your body looks delicious..."

"Go away, stay away from me..." I shuddered and murmured inarticulately, trying to grab the cover that was leaving my body, but my hands didn't have the strength at all.

I was met with an eerie silence.

A cold palm slid onto my cheek, and something fell on my face, covering my eyes.In an instant, my whole body fell into a darkness that covered the sky and the sun, and my shoulder touched a moist and soft object, like a human tongue.

As if a spark pierced the bottom of my skin, I shivered violently, clenched my fists and wanted to struggle, but my eyes were dark.

"Athione...Athione..."

Dimly, a cold voice softly called my name.

I woke up as if from a nightmare, and opened my eyes.Outside the window is a silent darkness, the cold moonlight spreads through the white stone pillars and sprinkles on the marble floor, creating a circle of illusory mist.

The bronze mirror opposite reflects my reflection.

My body is thin and frail, and my face is childish, and I still look like a child.

I knew I was falling into that dream seven years ago again.

tbc

Hmm... The next chapter is about Gong Heshou's memories of the past. Gong's past is very different from the present. I forgot to mention that he was reborn >_>

Note 1 The smile of the Goddess of Destiny: The metaphor comes from "Iliad" (iΛiΑΣ, ilias, iliad, also translated "Ilion") according to legend, it was written by the blind poet Homer (homer, 800 BC-BC 600) made.It is an important ancient Greek literary work and one of the classics of the whole West. ), the original text is: The blood-red death will close the eyes of the goddess of fate. ) means: Even the goddess of fate cannot resist the temptation of death.

Chapter 13 [XII] Nightmare Haunted

"Athioin...Athione!" The call changed from ethereal to audible, intermittent.

Like the action repeated countless times in the dream, I drowsily picked up the robe at the head of the bed and tied it on myself, stepped into the moonlight with bare feet, and walked towards the depths of the darkness following the sound.Pulling back the black curtain that separates the main hall and inner hall of the temple, a white shadow came into my eyes.

Flaviz was leaning on a column by the window, his long neck was thrown back, and his thin body was trembling.Behind him was a high platform facing the sea, and the night wind was biting at the hem of his Greek-style white robe, as if it could drag him into the cliff below the high platform at any time, turning him into a falling bird.

————His chronic disease has broken out again.

I hurriedly grabbed a white porcelain bottle under the seat of a god statue, scooped up a bottle of holy water, rushed towards him, and dragged him off the high platform in a panic.He staggered and fell on top of me, but I couldn't bear his weight and was crushed by him all of a sudden.

There was an abnormal blush on the pale face that was close at hand, and a lot of sweat dripped down his thin cheeks, and a few drops accumulated on the thick eyelashes, trembling slightly.Like a dying moth in a rainstorm, it is obviously vulnerable, but because of its tenacity, it produces a kind of shocking beauty.

I held my breath, not daring to move, for fear that if I moved, Flaviz would leave me.

His hands pinched my shoulders lightly and heavily, and the rapid panting from his thin lips sprayed on my face.

My shoulders hurt from being pinched by him, and my chest felt congested. I tremblingly handed the half-filled bottle of water to his lips, "Drink water, Flaviz..."

"No, don't drink!" He grabbed the water bottle and threw it violently. His handsome face was slightly distorted due to excessive force, his roar was so hoarse that it was not like a human voice, and it seemed that a wild beast had suddenly emerged from his thin body.I froze from his shock, and then I was hugged by his waist.He was too thin, and the bones in his arms were so chrome that it hurt my spine.

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