Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

Wiz's sobs and roars that day suddenly sounded from the depths of my mind, mixed with the sound of rain and thunder, sometimes far away in the sky, sometimes lingering in my ears, the sound was like a spider's thread, as if entangled my soul and strangled my throat.And the thin red lips that were close at hand clearly did not move, did not speak, it was just my inner demon at work.

For a moment, I felt panicked, and I didn't know why this sentence easily brought back dusty old memories.An unbelievable guess jumped in my heart. I opened my eyes wide and stared at the devil-like mask. My breathing was disordered, and my lips and tongue were soft: "Fla... Weiss..."

"Who are you yelling at?" The eyes in the mask narrowed, and the smile faded from his lips.His jaw was clenched even tighter by his fingers, with such force that it almost dislocated me.He lowered his head and brought his lips so close that I even felt his canine teeth rub against my earlobe. "Calling the wrong master's name, but you will be punished..."

"Go away!" I shuddered, bent my elbow to push away his hand, propped myself up and retreated out of the pool.

I am really bewitched to have such an absurd delusion!

It is simply delusional to expect this pervert to rescue him.He was probably trying to confuse me with evil power just now, and lure out my inner demons. Maybe it was through this way that I was controlled by him and offered sacrifices to him.In the cults throughout the ages, this method of offering sacrifices by controlling sacrifices through sorcery is not uncommon.

Maybe that's what he bought me for, a sacrifice.

The scene of the woman's death appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help feeling horrified.I tried my best to get up and escape, but the ankle bitten by the snake was already swollen, and my legs were as heavy as lead, and I couldn't move at all.I was limp like a stranded fish, I could only hang my neck up to survive, my calm pretense was already vulnerable.

Altaïr, hurry up!

I shouted in my heart, and suddenly thought of some records in ancient books.In desperation, I tore off my skirt, exposing the mark on the back of my neck—the sun, moon, and star brand bestowed by the king himself during the holy fire ceremony. The oath and proof of Ahura, the god of light.

"Have you seen, I am a devout Zoroastrian, not a suitable sacrifice! Even if you sacrifice me, my soul will never betray the great Ahura God of Light."

I stared at Yuriyans and said word by word, hoping that these words could somewhat dissuade his attempts.

Yuriyans just smiled slightly, and looked at me quietly, like a poisonous python admiring the prey that was strangled by itself bit by bit. His pale body was lying on the edge of the altar, his red hair was loose, winding and enchanting.Had I not known that he was a man, I might have thought I had seen Medusa incarnate.

In the dark, his eyes seem to be able to see at night, revealing a magical power that can penetrate people's hearts. They can cut through the skin surface and reach into the body, and can even sense the beating frequency of the heart.There was silence all around, and through the eardrums I could hear my heart beating wildly, as if it had reached the brink of collapse, and he probably knew it well.

I swear I've never been really afraid of anyone, but facing him was my first taste of fear.When I can't determine the enemy's intentions, I can only wait and see and adapt to the situation. The rules I learned on the battlefield are completely useless at this moment.I feel helpless like that child who had no hands to restrain a chicken all those years ago.

This feeling of being a weak person is obviously firmly welded in the forbidden zone in my heart, but now it is like a torrent that wants to submerge me.

After what seemed like a long time, Yuriyans spoke quietly, his voice was so hoarse that it was not like a human voice: "Don't you think you are trying to seduce me?"

I froze for a moment, and glanced at myself——half of the shoulders were exposed, and the hem of the blood-soaked clothes was crumpled and rolled up to the waist, and I could see the roots of the thighs, but I didn't notice it.My expression froze immediately, and I immediately grabbed the hem of my clothes and rearranged it indiscriminately, only to hear him laugh out ambiguously.

"I'm a priest, and I only accept voluntary offerings." He paused, putting one hand on my ankle, his fingers closing in.I raised my head in panic, only to see those eyes were deep and frightening, and my voice was hoarse and low, "But I am also a normal man, and when faced with the beauty that comes to my door, it is inevitable that I will have desires..."

"Get away from me!" My hair stood on end, and I hurriedly shrank back.The palm of his grasping my leg suddenly tightened, dragging me back into the pool of blood, and clinging to his body.I hit my head on his chest, pinning the back of my neck.His lips came close to my ear, and his breath flowed into my neck in a hot stream.

I raised my arms and tightened around his neck, trying to break his neck.On the contrary, he hugged me even tighter, his smooth and muscular body was like a flexible spider web, trapping me under him, leaving no room for me to apply force, like a moth caught by a spider There is no escape.

"Looking at your appearance, don't you...are you still a virgin?"

Yuriyans put his lips on my neck and asked in a whisper, "Didn't the man who branded you possess you? Did he press you down and kiss your back?" Neck, brand this mark when it enters your body?"

His tone was morbidly cruel and extremely erotic, like a soft but sharp sword, piercing my last calmness in one fell swoop.

I yelled in panic and fury: "Stay away from me, you evil devil! We Zoroastrians don't have such dark habits!"

"So it's true?" Yuriyans laughed lightly, seeming to be extremely happy. I was breathless, and realized that this was probably in his favor, and my heart was extremely flustered.

As a strictly abstinent Zoroast warrior, when I accepted the sacrifice, I took a solemn oath in front of the statue of Ahura that I must remain a virgin for life, not commit adultery, not marry a wife, and stay away from worldly lust like a monk.Once I break the vow, I will lose the sensitive meditation ability that I have only when I was a teenager. What's more, I will lose the qualification to be a believer, a warrior, or even an undead soldier because of breaking the vow.To be defiled by a man, a heathen, would make my life worse than death.

I was trembling with nervousness, breathing out of breath, and suddenly went back to that year when I desperately climbed the endless stairs under the temple, hoping that Flaviz would appear again and save me. I.But that's impossible.

"As your first man, I will treat you as gently as possible. Don't worry, I won't use you as a sacrifice, I am reluctant." His voice became soft and seductive, like a manshela blooming The ear blossoms, floating from the eardrum to the depths of the brain.My mind was about to be hooked out of my body by him in an instant, and my consciousness became confused in an instant.The soft and wet lips brushed against my neck, lighting a fire along the way, and in a daze, the moist red lips were close at hand, like poppies stained with morning dew, exuding a deadly temptation between opening and closing.

Don't be fooled!This guy is bewitching you!Sober up!

A thought screamed in my head, but was instantly crushed by a dark soft thing covering me.

The lips that kissed me were as hot as a branding iron, but the tongue was so cold that there was no warmth, like a honey-hardened blade, it split open my lips and teeth, and twisted around the base of my tongue.The kiss was lingering, but full of terrifying aggression, as if it wanted to swallow my flesh and blood and swallow it into my stomach.

His mind was instantly melted into mud by this kiss, and he fell into the swamp of memories.

"Athioin..." A familiar voice called softly from a distance.

"Come here, Ah Suin."

In the fog, the surrounding scene began to change, shrouded in light.Misty mist filled the surroundings, and Flaviz's looming figure appeared in front of him.

I approached there awkwardly, my face suddenly burned, and I didn't dare to let my eyes stay on him.

Flaviz was wearing a bathrobe, his blond hair flowed down to his waist, his white and slender naked body was completely exposed, his whole body seemed to be made of ivory, and his whole body exuded a soft light in the mist.If it weren't for the heavy shackles on his feet, I would always see a god son by illusion.

"Where have you been today, I have been looking for you for a long time." His cold and slender hand took my arm and pulled me into his arms.Pushing away my damp messy hair, he paused, "How did you get hurt?"

"I went to climb the mountain behind the temple... I want to try how high I can climb." I replied hesitantly.

"Where do you want to climb, leave here, leave me?" Flaviz's tone sank, his fingertips gently lifted my chin, making me meet his blue eyes.

Unknown emotions surged in his eyes, as if they were about to condense into tears and overflow.

I naturally didn't understand at the time, I just shook my head in confusion and distress, and put my arms around his neck.

"Don't crawl anymore, Ah Suin, promise me." He gently kissed the bruise on my shoulder, like a moth flying over, but it was as hot as a brand, "Otherwise I have no choice but to lock you up .”

I shivered, and suddenly fell back to the haunting nightmare of my childhood because of his words. I felt both fear and anger at once, and stared at him with wide eyes.His rosy lips were caught off guard.

His kisses had a magical power, like poppies that could calm the mind.I only took it as a consolation, but after many years, I realized that it was a bone-eating poison that etched a deep hole in my heart.

"You seem very intoxicated... Persian cat? Does it feel good to kiss me?"

When the hot lips and tongue withdrew from my mouth, my consciousness was suddenly pulled out of the quagmire of memory.I fell limply on the pool wall, raised my head, and took a few breaths.

Yuriyans was lying on top of me. In the mottled shadow formed by his long hair, only his sharp chin and thin lips could be seen in an arc, which almost coincided with the image surging from the depths of my mind.

I fell into a sea of ​​flames in a trance, my heart ached, I couldn't breathe, I stretched out my hand like a demon, and tremblingly removed his mask, just like touching the afterimage of being burned to ashes in a nightmare.But he grabbed my wrist, as if I had violated a great taboo.He turned his head away from my hand, which was so strong that it could crush my bones.A murderous aura erupted from his body in an instant, which made me wake up suddenly, and sat up from under him.

With this movement, I felt my feet miraculously regain some consciousness, and hurriedly stepped back.

"As a sacrifice, if you want to see my appearance, you have to sacrifice yourself to me first..."

The soft and slow whispers in the darkness were like a gathering haze, and the invisible pressure descended from the air, making it difficult for me to even breathe, and my body was unbearably heavy.The slender silhouette slowly emerged from a pool of blood like an undead rising from the river of Styx. The flames overflowed on Julyans' extremely pale body, illuminating the parts covered by his long hair. I was stunned by the scene———

His lower body does not look like an ordinary man at all. Between his crotch grows an extremely long, dark red, giant root covered with thin scales. At this moment, it stands upright, like a ferocious and strange poisonous snake, which is preparing for a fatal bite. , only a finger away from my head, squirming and throbbing.

I shrank back in horror, staring at his crotch, wondering what I was facing was not a human being, but a deformed monster, and exclaimed incoherently: "You, you... what the hell are you? ?!"

"What's the matter, are you frightened by my body?" Yuriyans bent down, his blood-stained wet hair hung down on my knees, his eyes were seductive, and his smile pierced his bones, "Don't be too scared, it will always be It wants to enter your body. Being attacked by a snake spirit is like being cursed by Medusa... being chosen as a sacrifice, but not having intercourse with her apostles, but bit by bit... becoming Oh, in stone."

call out---

At this moment, a flash of silver light struck like lightning, condensed into a sharp arrow, and was embedded in Yulyans' shoulder, causing him to fall into the pool of blood unexpectedly, stirring up a red mist of water.

"Athione!"

This familiar call lifted my spirits and I responded immediately.This was actually the voice of the leader Ishkad!My Legion has come to my rescue!I sat up and looked towards the skylight above the altar, and sure enough, I saw a figure flash by, and an arrow dragged a rope and pierced straight into the wall beside me.I stretched out my hand to grab the rope, twisted it tightly with my arm, and in a blink of an eye, my body rose into the air and flew towards the skylight.

The sound of water came from under my feet. I was afraid of being caught by Yuriyans, so I shrank my body vigilantly and looked down.

He leaned his head up against the edge of the pool of blood, with one hand covering the shoulder hit by the arrow, and probably had no time to catch me, his narrow eyes half-closed, his lips moved in a half-smile, and he mouthed something.

——You will bring it to your door yourself.

A chill hit me, and I grabbed the rope tightly and jumped out.

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Chapter 18 [XXVII] The Price of Rebirth

When Maximus rushed into the bathroom, he saw the people in the pool of blood looking up at the skylight quietly.

A ray of moonlight fell on Yulyans' mask, reflecting a faint and cold blue light.His damp hair was like a mass of waterweed floating in the bloody water, vaguely covering his pale naked body, like a floating corpse.

If it wasn't for the slight heaving of his chest, Maximus would have the illusion that he was shot dead by an arrow, even though he knew it was impossible.Apart from being burned again, there was nothing that could kill the young man in front of him.

"I have already sent someone to chase after that Persian boy. Your Majesty, is your injury serious?" Maximus knelt down by the altar.

In the sparkling blood water, the figure remained motionless, staring at the moon with half-closed eyes, thoughtful.

Those blue eyes were as cold as ice, but when his eyeballs turned, Maximus could see an unfathomable light in his eyes, like a vast expanse of light. The will-o'-the-wisps on the wilderness --- only for a trace of unswerving nostalgia that lasts for a long time.

Even though the hatred for Constantius has eroded his soul, even if he has turned himself into a carrier of the power of evil gods, even if he has burned his past self, this child still cannot completely erase his obsession... ... How deep should this obsession be?Maximus sighed a little from the bottom of his heart, but there was no emotion on his face.

"Maximus...why does my chest hurt?" A hoarse sigh overflowed from the depths of the darkness.The man in the pool finally moved, raising a wet arm to his chest.The arrow was still deeply embedded in his shoulder, but he didn't seem to care, just murmured dreamily, "Isn't my heart already dedicated to the goddess? How can I still feel its existence?" ?”

"That must be your illusion. Fortunately, the arrow pierced too deep. I cut your chest open with my own hands. There is not a single bit of your heart left, and it is left in the shrine. The goddess must have sensed your heart." sincerity."

Hearing this incomparably honest statement, Julyans laughed uncontrollably.

Yes, the severe pain of disembowelling and dissection is still clearly felt, making his life worse than death, like going to hell; the pain of being scorched by the fire still destroys his lungs, making him often feel like being tortured, how could he Is it fake?

He stood up from the blood, grabbed the nock at the shoulder, and with a little effort pulled it out of the flesh.

The instantly torn flesh left the body wrapped in the cramping pain in his chest just now.At the same time, the pair of cold blue eyes flicked past Yulyans' mind, and the kiss he took was still warm on his lips.The foreign object in his crotch jumped violently, making him gasp uncontrollably.

The picture that seems to have passed away spread from the depths of the memory again, like dense thorns surrounding the chest, and the unforgettable stinging pain hit from all sides, reaching the bone marrow.

"I want to be free, I want to be strong, I don't want to be trapped here forever! Flaviz, I hate that you have me locked up! I'm already hating you, you make me feel horrible! I'm leaving and never coming back !I swear!"

There were tears of determination in Qinglie's eyes, as if solidified into solid ice, smashing his pride and reason to pieces.He went crazy and hugged the young boy tightly in his arms, kissed and stroked him like a trapped beast, and tried his best to blend him into his own flesh and blood, causing the young boy to panic and struggle wildly.

However, he was so weak and vulnerable back then, even wanting to retain the only memory he had left in this world was wishful thinking.The shivering child curled up in his arms has grown into a young eagle ready to fly, yearning for the high sky, trying to break free from the shade of his thin wings, and may never return to the nest again.

God is cruel, and from the time he was born with the infamy of an ominous person, he grew up soaked in hatred until he became an adult and never had the extravagant gift --- "love", caught off guard in his despair The occasional gift, and when he rekindled hope for life, he ruthlessly pulled away.

Yes, the shackles and illness have long taken away everything he can have as a normal person, he can't even get out of this animal stable with two feet, and he doesn't even have the strength to catch up with his only love, so what can he expect Woolen cloth?

At that moment, he suddenly understood how cruel the lord of the gods who looked down on all beings indifferently was.

So he turned and knelt down at the feet of the evil god, like a moth, he threw himself into the furnace of hell, where he would never be able to recover, and simply burned this half-battered life to nothing.

Fortunately... Fortunately, he did not bear the excruciating price of rebirth in vain.

They met again—as predicted by the oracle he received while searing.

With one hand resting on the pool wall at Maximus' feet, the light blue veins on his hair-wrapped arms are protruding, as if breaking his pale and nearly icy skin, as if a beautiful and sad blood will ooze out at any time .Yuriyans leaned against the wall of the pool, closed his eyes mockingly, the throat ball of his slender neck slid up and down, and his voice was thick and dark with love: "As soon as you see that Persian boy, catch him!" Arise, put in chains, and bring me here."

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Book II Rome: Dance in the Marsh

Chapter 19 [XVIII] Past Events in the Yan Cave

I felt a tingle in my back for no reason, and subconsciously looked behind me.The white temple between the tree shadows has been left far behind, the horses are galloping under it, the sporadic lights gradually fade into the darkness, the voices of people and the barking of dogs are blurred in the hunting wind, just like the time when I fled Athens situation.

The only difference is that this time it was not the human traffickers brigade heading for Persia that took me away, but my own legion. The man on horseback in front of me was Ishkad, the regiment leader I admire the most.This reminds me of who I am.I am no longer the helpless orphan I was back then, nor am I a prisoner of war in a foreign country, but the commander of the Ghost Legion in the Undead Army, Ah Suin Hatamir.

But just a moment ago, when I was trapped by Yuriyans, I was almost lost, lost in the illusion caused by the strange power he carried, and turned back to my old self.

I almost thought that he would be Flaviz.

But how could they be the same person?

Flaviz... died in that sky fire long ago.

Recalling the scene at that time, the cold wind passing over my body seemed to turn into a raging flame in an instant, making me feel like I was being scorched, and sweat dripped from the drenched front of my clothes.This is when the speed of the horse gradually slowed down, and the eyes suddenly opened up, entering a piece of light.

Ishkad took me through the dense forest on the outskirts of Rome, and arrived in the city of Rome. From a distance, I could see the golden sea wall of Constantine facing the port, which was still resplendent in the darkness before dawn. .This is a prosperous city in Rome, densely populated, even in the middle of the night, there is still a steady stream of pedestrians coming and going from the port.

In order to avoid attracting too much attention, we approached remote buildings as we did in previous missions, and began to climb up—the roof is always the best place to hide and escape when we move at night.

I should be grateful that my feet have regained feeling, so I won't be holding Ishkad back.He risked to rescue me alone, as the head of the regiment, it may have been considered dereliction of duty; and as my elder brother (Ishkad is the eldest son of my adoptive father)—even though I haven’t called him that for a long time, I even I don't want him to be in danger because of me.

To prevent my sudden blackout, Ishkad gave me a hemp-leaf that every member of the Legion carries with him.This amazing herb keeps our spirits high.This is necessary because flying over eaves and walls is a high-risk and high-intensity physical exercise, and if you are not careful, you will fall to pieces.Before officially joining the Ghost Legion, three of my companions died from falling from heights.

I hope my skills have not become sluggish during these months of being imprisoned!Otherwise, "the commander of the Ghost Legion accidentally fell to his death just after he was released from prison", it would be a big joke.

My palms are a little sweaty.Immediately behind Ishkad, I cautiously shuttled between the buildings, leaping through those large or small gaps.Although I was not as handy as when I was in good physical condition, I was relieved to find that my worries just now were unnecessary, and I was still very healthy.

Ishkad stopped in front of us when our feet were no longer the heavily guarded aristocratic residential area, but the winding and narrow alleys of the civilian area.

The world here seems to be a hell on earth hidden under the light of heaven, both chaotic and safe.

Altaïr turned a corner in the air and swooped into a brightly lit building not far ahead.I walked slowly along the eaves with Ishkad and approached there, and saw a faintly graceful figure in the light of the window.They are enchantingly intertwined and twisting, vague and charming, as if the banshees in the forest sent by the erotic demon Paliperika are performing dances.

Enchanting singing mixed with rich fragrance, when we cautiously climbed along the pillars, it was like a spider web blowing towards us.

I landed firmly on the beam of the building, thinking in disgust, what a lewd song.

But that's natural, because anyone can see that this is a brothel.This kind of place can be said to be the most taboo place for me, and it can bring back the most unbearable past events for me.

What did Ishkad bring me here for?

When I looked down, I was shocked by the unsightly sight.

Naked men and women, men and men are group-sexing like dogs, with lewd-sounding voices, flesh-body entanglement, and clothes scattered all over the place.A "group-fest" was being held in this brothel--I had heard that it was a hidden traditional Roman entertainment, but now I saw it with my own eyes.

"Hey, leader... what are we doing here? Are other people waiting for us here?"

Ishkad slid down a beam without looking back, raised his head and ordered: "Come down."

I had no choice but to do as I said, quickly followed Ishkad, and walked straight to the door of the brothel.

The prostitutes swarmed up and surrounded us, the two newcomers. Maybe it was dark, but they didn't realize that my clothes were soaked in blood.All I could see was the plump body looming in the veil, and the soft arms brushed against my body. I avoided it, lest I be entangled in the terrible nightmare of my childhood.

However, the obscene aura lingers in the dim light of the fire, wafts around every corner, and pervasively penetrates into my skin surface.Those memories seep into my lungs like air, making me breathless. I just feel as if I am not walking into a brothel with Ishkad at this moment, but being pushed into the porn cave when I was a child with my mother. The scene in my mind The light and shadow on the screen change, like falling into the dark kingdom of Angela 1.

When I was a child, I went to the far west with my mother who was looking for my father's whereabouts. I was wandering in a foreign country. When I was down, I was trafficked to the most chaotic open-air brothel in Athens.There is Yanku, a hellish place.My mother was bullied and humiliated there, unable to protect me.

At first I was too young, no one thought of me, and I lived with my mother for several years.Later, she died of illness, and I grew up a little bit. Some people marveled that I looked like my mother, with outstanding looks.So I was sent to be trained by experienced human traffickers, so that I could be trained as a male favorite for the dignitaries who sent me to them.

I have a strong temper and disobedience, and I am often beaten and bruised all over the place, locked in a large birdcage and allowed to be molested by others.People with vicious hearts like to stab me with sharp objects, and once pierced my shoulder blade, leaving me dying.The traffickers thought I couldn't survive, so they threw me into a graveyard where corpses were thrown.Holding my breath, I fled to the gate of the temple on the nearby mountain, where I met Flaviz.That was the turning point of my fate.

If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would have rotted into a corpse in the dark cave.

"Ah Thien, hurry up and follow!"

Ishkad's whispered urging pulled me out of the quagmire of memory.

I hurried up the stairs and followed him to the second floor of the brothel.To my relief, this is a single bathroom with a curtain, so I don't have to look directly at the scene.The room is filled with mist, exuding the fragrance of palm leaves, and the figures of people bathing or having sex are reflected on the shower curtain in different postures, just like pieces of ukiyo-e carved on the wall.

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Seeing the past of the little wild cat, you know why he ran away so angry because Flaviz locked him...

Well, the missing father will appear later, it's a divine assist...

1 Angela: The evil god of Zoroastrianism (in Mingjiao), opposite to the god of light, Ahura.

Chapter 21 [IXX] Special Mission

I knew that Ishkad must have some special purpose in bringing me here, and sure enough, he gestured to wipe my neck and threw me a hand knife.

I nodded understandingly and parted ways with him.In an instant, a dozen or so people on the second floor had quietly died.Everyone was pushed into the water and cut their throats cleanly, and there was not even a certain amount of blood splashed on the shower curtain.

After doing all this, I learned from Ishkad that one of these unlucky people was a human trafficker from an Arabian caravan, who was responsible for escorting some young prostitutes in this brothel out of the city and transporting them to the distant silk country, pretending to be He can escape the inspection of the city gate guards.As for the others, it is a common practice to prevent leaks.

Unfortunately, between Ishkad and I, there has to be someone acting as the madam.I would rather die than wear women's clothes.Under my stern refusal, the leader, who was much taller than me, condescended to play this role.

I swear I never laughed heartily when I saw him put on that alluring Stola dress, and I honestly feel that Ishkad really looks like an oriental man when he's dressed like this. She is just too tall and her shoulders are a bit too broad, but under the cover of the veil, everything is not a problem.

But that's not because of his feminine appearance—Ishkad has a rather handsome face, with tough and sharp outlines, but if you just look into his eyes, you will find that he actually has a gentle heart.This is reflected in his silent care for me since I was adopted.

So if I laugh at my chief and elder brother, it is absolutely wrong.Under Ishkad's cold gaze, I almost burst into tears, and the corners of my mouth didn't dare to twitch.

After changing into an Arabian gown, I did not forget to give a military salute to Ishkad, and said sincerely: "Commander, my respect for you seems to have increased a bit!"

"Don't say this in a hurry, you may regret it." Ishkad turned his head slightly, and glanced at me with thick black eyes, and his eyes were dark.

"Huh?" I was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what he meant.At that time, I couldn't believe that Ishkadeken, who has always been stern and unselfish, gave in to my insistence, but if I could have expected that a character much more embarrassing than the madam was waiting for me, I would fully understand his surprise The meaning of refreshment and "regret"——before I am about to endure a great shame and humiliation, reserve a little bit of dignity for the last time.

"If you think I'm here to rescue you and return to Persia, you're totally wrong. We have a mission."

"I know that. But not going back to Persia? Where are you going to perform the mission?" I raised an eyebrow in doubt, "Could it be in Rome?"

"Yes, as you expected. The location of our operation this time is there." Ishkad looked behind me obliquely, and I followed his line of sight, and at a glance saw a majestic and gorgeous dome in the distance The building stands tall among the white buildings and is the most eye-catching.

"The Holy Palace of Constantine."

Its sapphire blue dome is surrounded by clouds, and there is a layer of cold glow of the moonlight floating, but the golden lights of the sun are gushing out from the windows of the temple, just like the sun and the moon rising together in the dark night, just like the palace of heaven.I know I shouldn't describe an enemy's palace like this, but it does give me such a shocking feeling.

"What to do?" I had a premonition that an extraordinary task was waiting for me, and my eyelids twitched.

"Assassinate Constantius, the Supreme Emperor of Rome today. His Majesty's order."

I was shocked.

"is this real?"

I knew that what I was asking was nonsense, so I shook my head in disbelief, gasped, and my heart was turbulent.

Just escaped from the situation of prisoners of war, and received such a major task in a blink of an eye.It was so sudden.I haven't been able to receive news from the military for six months. I don't know how the battle between Rome and our country is going. Now that the ghost army has been dispatched, is it because our army failed to confront Rome on the frontal battlefield and had to take assassination actions?Our undead army... lost, lost to the Roman legion?

Just as I was about to ask, Ishkad interrupted me: "When we sneak out of the city first, I will explain to you the plan of this operation in detail on the boat. You are the main executor."

"Understood." I nodded.Thinking of the injury on my foot and what Juliyans said to me, my heart sank to the bottom of my heart. I only hoped that he was just threatening me, not the truth.

——If you don't have intercourse with him, you will be cursed by... the snake-haired goddess Medusa, turning you into stone little by little?

I didn't get poisoned immediately, and my body regained consciousness at this moment.Could it be... because...

that kiss?

I raised the back of my hand and wiped my mouth a few times, and looked down at my left ankle—two small holes bitten by snakes were impressively visible, showing a dark purple color near black, scattered around There were tiny spots of blood, but only below the knees.I turned my ankle and touched it with my hand. The wound didn't hurt at all. It seemed to be paralyzed. Although it didn't affect my movement, I didn't feel any sensation from the nearby skin or even the muscles.

Obviously the toxicity has not been removed, but the poisonous blood has coagulated in that part and has not spread.

This should be temporary.What if the venom spreads again?What if you want to eradicate snake venom?

Could it be... really turned into stone?

Even though I thought it was ridiculous, a sense of panic still stuck in my throat.I forced myself not to think about it for a while.At least until I complete the mission, I can't let myself make any mistakes, so as to ensure the smooth operation of other members.Even if I die, I have to die well, as a military commander, not as a prisoner of war.

This mission is either successful or benevolent. I must never let my first mission fail after breaking out of the cocoon, and I must never disappoint His Majesty the King.

With such a secret swearing, the moment when I stood on the holy fire altar that day was extremely glorious, passionate, and frightening.

The great ruler who is as far away as the sun looked at me with the eyes of his relatives, just like the rumors, he regarded his subjects as brothers.Being illuminated by his eyes is like bathing in sunlight, which fills people with strength and confidence.In addition, his affinity and tolerance are even more surprising——

After I declined his good intention to promote me as an imperial servant, he did not get angry or punish me in any way. Instead, he magnanimously approved Ishkad's recommendation and made me join my dream