Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

The road, along a trajectory of fate that is not under my own control, is gone forever.

Some of the retinues are pretended by members of my legion. After entering the Roman palace, they will spread out and lurk in different positions.The maids are the original team of the Prince of Armenia. Before following them into the cabin that originally belonged to the prince on the ship, I tore off the veil of one of the maids for inspection.

Sure enough, there was a slanted scar on her lip—a symbol of eternal silence.If they opened their mouths, I guess there must be only half of their tongues inside.This tradition of the Armenian court is exactly the same as that of Persia.

Before boarding the boat, Ishkad told me he had made a promise to them.After cooperating with us to complete the operation, obtain the status of a free man.But I know that promise cannot be fulfilled.As with any unrelated personnel involved in the Legion's plans, our approach will always be to prevent future problems.And I will never be merciful, even if I know how innocent and pitiful they are.

I forbid them to look me in the eye.I'm not a real prince, the eyes of my valet are the easiest to reveal my flaws.

When they waited for me to take a bath, a maid looked at me curiously a few times, and was reprimanded by me.She would be killed by the possibility of sabotaging the plan.I can't turn a blind eye to a loose part.

From their reactions, I could see their fear of me, and some of them were bold enough to be calm.I got rid of the timid ones—the ones who were restless or not calm enough to stay by my side.

I rewarded the remaining few jewelry, some Gu that Ishkad gave me, and asked them to swear loyalty to me and Persia, and they agreed one by one.I can see their surrender to me, maybe they are afraid of my courage and the poison of the poison, maybe they are yearning for true freedom, their demeanor allows me to judge that these few people can stay temporarily .The prince's handmaidens don't need all that much.

Maybe it was because I was too tired, but after dealing with these things, I leaned in the bathtub and fell asleep unconsciously.I didn't wake up from the endless nightmare until I heard someone knocking on the door.

I dreamed again the night before Flaviz died.I dreamed that I was standing in front of the city gate of Athens, and was hesitating whether to leave. Suddenly, a flash of lightning tore through the sky, piercing the dense darkness like a sharp knife.

I stood there stunned, and saw the shocking white light strike first on the top of the cave that once made my life miserable, causing a raging flame to burn there.

So I jumped happily, clapped my hands and burst into tears, and applauded happily like a madman, but the next moment I lost my voice, as if my tongue had been cut off.

The lightning turned like the pointer of the god of death, pointing to the temple on the top of the mountain that I once regarded as heaven, where my god lived.

I raised my aching head and looked at the skylight above the bath, thinking back to the scene in my dream in a daze.There was mist in front of my eyes, and I was soaked in hot water, and my mind was still in chaos.I don't know how long it took, and vaguely, there seemed to be a wave gurgling in the water below me, winding up my legs, accompanied by a thin "hissing" sound.Startled, I curled up my legs and looked into the water, but the water in the bath was so clear that I could see nothing but my own naked body.

But upon closer inspection, there was a blurry figure on the sparkling water—but it was not my own.A sudden sense of dizziness came along with the fog on my face, making me feel like I was in a dream again.

***

What the people in the bath can't see is that the imperceptible stalker is hiding in the dark, quietly watching his every move and his naked body, waiting for an opportunity to sneak in when his guard is relaxed .What he didn't even know was that the messenger behind the scenes was quietly watching him through a bronze mirror, thousands of meters away, but it seemed as if he was close at hand.

The moonlight falls on the mirror surface filled with hazy water mist, like a layer of glass, and the people who are dreaming seem to be only one step away, and they can be touched.

Yulyans narrowed his eyes, stared at the figure in the mirror, and carefully traced the boy's appearance as if he were playing a harp with his fingers. From his eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose to his slender waist, every stroke seemed to carve him into his bones.An apparently extremely simple movement, but it seemed that it took the strength to climb out of the altar after being resurrected back then. Under the open nightgown, the strong and beautiful abdominal muscles were twisted into a ball.

Seeing the young man looking at the water with the familiar expression of bewildered and vigilant like a frightened little animal, the man in front of the mirror raised the corners of his mouth and laughed silently in the dark.He slowly approached the mirror, as if he wanted to embrace the phantom in the mirror, he covered it lightly with one hand, and pressed his lips to the cold mirror surface.The moist breath was dyed with a white mist, making the red lips of the loved one under the mask even more gorgeous.

Clenching the wet thing in his hand, Yuriyans wiped away the mist in front of his eyes, stared at the mirror intently, leaned closer to the dilapidated piece of clothing, and sniffed deeply like an incurable fetish, like drinking alcohol .The tattered cloth was soaked with the youthful body odor, which made his blood rush to the extreme, but at the same time his heart twisted uncontrollably.

The bloodless icy-white fingers propped on the mirror, the knuckles turned blue due to the force, like the twisted vines that grew on the cemetery after the boy buried him that night and left.

Immersed in the longing and longing that had tormented him like a bone-eating poison for many years, the young deputy emperor swallowed the infusion, brushed his sweat-drenched chest with one hand, and reached down, grabbing the The ferocious utensils under the belly were rubbed heavily.

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Chapter 26 [XXIV] Puppet Body

"Athione!"

In the drowsiness, Ishkad's voice outside the door brought me back to my senses.

"Let him in, you guys go out." I wiped the water off my face and took a breath.

The maids went out in response, but was stopped by Ishkad.He closed the door and walked in: "Time is running out, let's dress and dress him."

I let them dry me in silence, and Ishkad brought a traditional Armenian gown.It was a double-breasted dark blue dress with gold thread piping, eagles and lions were embroidered from the neckline to the hem, and crosses were embellished in the lace—there was no doubt that Armenia was expressing their conversion to Christianity.In order not to succumb to Persia, even religion followed Rome.

I smiled disdainfully, and raised my arms to let them put it on for me, but to my surprise, the first thing that was put on my body was a loincloth woven of gold leaf.This thing disgusts me because it looks like the stuff Indian belly dancers wear.

Reminiscent of the true identity of the prince I pretended to be, and knowing the erotic meaning of this thing, I couldn't bear it immediately: Is it possible that I want to wear this thing and twist my hips and waist to flatter me! ?

What's even more embarrassing is that Ishkad has been watching this process.Although he tried his best to be calm, I could see that there was still a strange look in his eyes.

I tore it off in disgust and wanted to throw it away, but he grabbed my arm and said to the maids: "Get out."

After the maid left, Ishkad personally dragged me to the mirror and forced me to put on the Armenian man's favorite clothes without falling off.I swear I have never endured a more excruciating torture than this one, until finally when a bridal crown with a gold fringed visor was placed on my head, I managed not to punch Ishka De's face, but I still waved my arm and pushed him away hard.

"That's enough!" I ripped off the dangling tassels roughly, growled angrily, and glanced at myself in the mirror.I want to throw up.I don't know myself at all.

In the mirror, there is no longer a soldier in black and a black robe holding a sharp knife, but a carefully crafted marionette.Anyone who reads it will want to peel off those cumbersome and gorgeous robes, and see if he is living flesh and blood.I have to say that if I have to play a male favorite in this project, it has been very successful so far.

I suppressed the feeling of nausea and looked away, but a hand pinned the back of my neck.Before I could react, some cool cream was applied to my lips.

I froze for a moment, raised my eyelids, and saw that my bloodless lips in the mirror were dotted with a touch of bright red—Ishkad used his hand that should hold a weapon, like a real eunuch Put rouge on me like that.

Then I noticed to my dismay that he didn't seem to be averse to being such a sissy thing.His black eyes were unusually dark, but the bottom of his eyes seemed to be faintly jumping with scorching sparks, revealing a strange expression.

As if I had been scalded, I dodged all of a sudden and bent my elbows to press against his abdomen, but he hugged his waist tightly.The complicated costume restrained my movements, making me unable to use my hands and feet for a while. Ishkad's skills are stronger than mine, and I can't gain the upper hand when he is prepared.

I knew Ishkad couldn't have done anything wrong with me, he wasn't like that.But it was like a hurricane rolled up in my heart, blowing all my internal organs into a mess.

Only now, at this moment, did I fully understand that Ishkad's feelings for me were not pure, and that he didn't just regard me as his younger brother.This reminds me of one night when I had a high fever a few years ago, and Ishkad nursed me through the night, putting his arms around me naked to cool me down until I got better.At that time, I had a vague perception that Ishkad cared a little too much for me and other younger brothers.I thought it was just an illusion, but now that I think about it, I was deceiving myself.I probably didn't want to believe that from the bottom of my heart.I always hope that he really treats me as family, or really recognizes me.

Also, as an adopted wild boy, what true brotherhood can I expect?

"It's ridiculous..." I shook my head and twitched the corners of my mouth, "Commander, brother? I thought you recommended me to be the army commander because you really recognized my ability. Is that so?"

"No. It's not." Ishkad's arm tightened again, "As a soldier or a warrior, you are very good, even in our ancient family, it is rare. It's just that you make people..." His The voice was as low as a sigh, "I can't help but want to protect you. You are too stubborn, but too eye-catching, like a sharp glass product..."

"I'm not that fragile! Ishkad, leader, I solemnly warn you, don't say such things to me again." I gritted my teeth, stared into his eyes in the mirror, and said word by word, " Otherwise, I will request to withdraw from the Legion and withdraw from the plan. Because of your attitude, I may...be unable to continue to trust you."

His body trembled visibly, and he relaxed.

I wiped off the rouge on my lips, fastened my lapel, turned around and changed my face, as if a real prince would treat an eunuch, and said calmly: "Go out, I need to rest."

After Ishkad left sadly, I lay down in this cabin that did not belong to me, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.There is a strange oriental fragrance floating in the room, ancient and gloomy, which makes me want to chant sutras involuntarily.So I opened the window, faced the steep starlight leaking out of the window, knelt down and murmured the scriptures in "Avesta".

I hope that the highest and deepest God of Light will appease me, and hope that he will clear away the chaotic thoughts in my heart, so that I can face everything rationally and calmly.It always miraculously calms me down during practice, but it doesn't work at all right now.

Ishkad stood by the mast and watched me from a distance.When he realized that he was seen by me, his figure flickered for a moment, and then disappeared into the darkness where the light did not reach.I closed the window at the same time.

spoiled.

I leaned against the window, closed my eyes and beat the wall hard, realizing that I had made a serious mistake.I have lost one of my most trusted brothers.I'm afraid I will never be able to get along with Ishkad as I used to.

Maybe it's because of the influence of Flaviz, I'm always too accurate to see the heart, and I'm extremely sensitive to changes in human conditions, and I often hit the nail on the head with one blow, so that sometimes I even wish I was a little more ignorant, or as cynical as Tatu If you don't have a heart, maybe you will save a lot of trouble.

Too impulsive, Ah Thien!Why can't I just pretend I didn't notice anything!Perhaps, there is still room for relaxation...

A voice in my head shouted in frustration, I lay on the couch with my head in my arms, and fell asleep in a daze under the gentle shaking of the hull.

Between half-dream and half-awake, a series of slight hisses woke me up in a daze.I vaguely thought that I was in a dream, until the voice became clearer and clearer, as if it was coming from under me, and I never noticed something was wrong.At the same time, a cold object stuck to my ankle.

I shivered -- there was a snake, on my bed.

tbc

Chapter 27 [XXV] Snake Demon Invasion

The moment I realized this, I immediately pulled out the dagger under the pillow, only to suddenly feel that I couldn't move at all.My body was as stiff as a rock.

Cold sweat broke out from the whole body in an instant.

I lowered my head, and was horrified to see a slender outline raised slightly under the hem of my clothes, and the sticky and cold touch snaked up my right leg, reaching the heel of my leg.

Then, my sexual roots were suddenly tightened.If I could make a sound, I'd probably have hissed and screamed.

However, my throat seemed to be blocked by my own heart, and besides listening to my frenzied heartbeat, I couldn't do such a simple action as opening my mouth.This feeling is like being haunted, but I know that I am awake, and all this is really happening.

A snake has possessed me!It must be Julyans' sorcery...

Thinking of this, I immediately closed my eyes and forced myself into a meditative state, trying to regain the awareness of my body.The utensils between the legs were twisted tighter and tighter, and I felt the snake's body shrinking and wriggling intimately, like a hand caressing me obscenely.The tiny scales are like countless enchanting fingernails scratching at my sensitive spots, causing me to have an immediate physical reaction.

My blood rushed straight to the lower half of my body, all the way to the part entangled by the snake's body, and I became hard all of a sudden.I know that I have been corrupted by lust, and as an ascetic Puritan, this is an intolerable guilt.

I took a deep breath, tried to clear my will, and silently recited Ahura's name in my heart, but suddenly I heard a faint panting sound coming from nowhere.

"Oh, Ah Suin..."

Then I heard my own name, mixed with a low, hoarse smile that seemed like nothing.

It was the voice of Yulyans—from the snake between my legs.

My brain buzzed, and I shivered suddenly.How, how is it possible?

"Think that if you run away from me, I won't be able to find you?"

In the empty and quiet room, his voice sounded like a quiet wind blowing through a dense forest, and it was like a dense cobweb wrapping around my hearing, revealing a deadly bewitching power, which made my whole body numb.

I opened my eyes wide and rolled the only movable eyeball, wondering if he was in this room, but there was indeed no one in the room.

At this moment, the snake's body shrank even harder, like a shrunken cowhide bag, tightly bound my erected thing and rubbed against it. I saw a large lump under the hem of the clothes, shaking shamefully, like a tortoise blown by the wind at night. tent.The double stimulation both mentally and physically made me gasp uncontrollably.I bit my lower lip and tried my best to squeeze out a sound from my throat, but I almost moaned indistinctly.

"Ishkad... Ishkad! Help me!"

Only I know what I'm shouting about.

I was sweating profusely, I couldn't help swallowing more and more fluid in my mouth, my lungs were burning like fire, and my throat was dry and cracking.The cold snake body kept lighting my body, like a silent adultery.I feel like I'm being tainted, but I can't stop it.I know it's not a beast that's doing this to me right now, it's the dangerous guy that's manipulating it.

——He may be achieving that weird reproductive "sacrifice" in this way, turning me into his sacrifice.

The very thought made me panic.What happens after being sacrificed?Die, or be confused?

Consciousness is chaotically fighting in the brain, and as the snake body rubs against my legs more and more, the pleasure reaches its peak like a boiling.The moment the tightly twisted snake loosened, I ejaculated uncontrollably.The crotch was instantly wet, like a swamp for this snake to live in. I clearly felt its tail twist, and it swam towards my buttocks, lingering near my back hole.My thigh muscles immediately contracted due to tension, shaking violently.

"Ishkad... Ishkad!" I tried my best to squeeze out a series of cries for help.

"Ishkad..." The ghostly voice repeated my low cry, the low breath mixed with the hiss of spitting, coming from between my legs, "Your brother... are you dependent on him? Persia Little Wildcat?"

The silky and hot snake tail touched the opening of my acupuncture point, gently rubbing against the ravine, like a human penis, which could invade at any time.

Tremendous horror and shame rushed into my head, and I had no time to think about what the voice asked. I barely raised a finger and drew a spell on the bed that a samurai had taught me to exorcise evil spirits when I was practicing.At this moment, I felt my body move suddenly.While the snake body was free from my legs and feet, I grabbed the dagger under the pillow suddenly, and jumped up at the same time, slashing at the black shadow that was rushing to the ground like lightning.A cold light flashed, and the snake broke in two instantly.

Thinking of the previous lesson, I picked the snake head aside without hesitation, grabbed the bloody bald snake body, opened the window and was about to throw it out, but——

I suddenly felt that the touch in my hand was not right.

Strong, cold, hard.What I hold in my hand is not the body of a snake, but a black stone.I was startled, and saw it break apart and shatter into pieces of small pebbles.Look at my hands, there is not even a little blood.

What happened just now seems to be a hallucination of mine.

Subconsciously, I reached out and touched my crotch, which was obviously warm and humid.

Stone……

I remembered what Yulyans had said at the altar, and looked down at my feet.The blood around the wound has lost its color, showing a stone-like grayish white.I shivered suddenly, and immediately tightened the window. I only felt cold all over, and I staggered back a step, and my body suddenly bumped into a warm object.I instinctively folded the dagger and stabbed backhand, my wrist was held by the volley.

"Athione!"

Ishkad's voice woke me from my out-of-body state.

The body was turned away, and he was facing a pair of nervous black eyes: "What's wrong with you, you are covered in sweat, and your face is so red?"

"No...it's nothing!" I pushed Ishkad away, grabbed the hem of my clothes, and pretended to be calm, for fear that he would notice something was wrong.He frowned and stared at me suspiciously.I took a deep breath, "I can't sleep, I'm just practicing. I've been locked hands and feet for a few months, and my skills are a bit rusty. It's better to prepare before the mission starts."

As I said that, I grabbed the dagger and spun it in the air. My two fingers clamped the handle of the knife and held it firmly in the palm of my hand.I pretended to be relaxed and twitched the corner of my mouth at him: "But, my skills should not have regressed."

I can't help but admire my acting skills.I swear that I was actually in a terrible pain, my heart was beating violently, and the hand holding the dagger was also shaking. It was lucky that I didn't cut myself in front of Ishkad.

As if deceived by my excellent disguise, Ishkad retracted his gaze, turned and walked to the door.Before the door opened, he turned sideways and stood there, the moonlight cutting his face into half-darkness.

I took a tight breath, and only heard him murmur in a low voice: "Sorry. You can pretend that you haven't heard those words before."

I shrugged noncommittally, expressing against my will that I didn't care.The door was heavily shut.

When the sound of footsteps outside the door disappeared, I immediately stripped off and jumped into the bathtub to cleanse my body again.Now that the cold water has covered my whole body, I buried my head in the water, hugged my knees tightly, and entered the world of meditation like a newborn baby.

The absolute darkness and quietness cooled my chaotic brain a little bit, but I felt more clearly a kind of pervasive creepiness, shame and uneasiness.This feeling forced me to open my eyes and escape from the bath.

I tried not to pay attention to the red part of my crotch rubbed by the snake, but I couldn't deny the fact that it was shown as evidence——Julians was watching me, and he was watching me, waiting for an opportunity like just now Do it to me like that.And what he said before was not just threats.

You can't sit still like this.You can't travel on business at such a critical moment.

what to do?Lord Ahura, please tell me.

Subconsciously, I looked up, hoping to get enlightenment from the God of Light through the moon, but I only saw the dark cabin roof.The rotten holes in the wood are like pairs of deep ghost eyes, as if they are peeking at my bewildered soul insidiously.Just like when I was curled up in that birdcage, I was enveloped heavily by staring eyes.

——I will become strong, strong enough to protect you, Flaviz.

Vaguely, a familiar and immature voice shouted in his mind, deafening.

How could you fall into this situation and emotion again, Ah Suin?Didn't your past self be buried in Flaviz's cemetery long ago?Didn't you swear to Ahura in front of the holy fire altar to break through all darkness, death, destruction, and lies, and regenerate into a brand new self, just as the God of Light defeated Angola, created the universe, purified the world, and achieved a great renewal?Don't you take this as your faith and truth?

You are no longer who you used to be, stop running from any fear.No one can truly defeat you, except yourself!

I gritted my teeth, got up from the ground naked, put on the clothes one by one, then pushed open the hatch and walked out.

Outside the window, a dazzling twilight is slowly blooming from the boundary between sea and sky, tearing apart the gray-blue night bit by bit, like a newborn baby struggling out of its swaddle.

I silently clenched the hem of my clothes, made a fist, and lowered my head to hide my sharpness under the face scarf that covered my face.

Trumpeters holding white ivory horns and red-robed guards without weapons were neatly lined up on both sides of the city road with banners and banners.The envoys holding the Peacock Festival stood in front of the city gate in four to welcome me. Behind them was a golden sedan chair supported by a white elephant. The cone-shaped top of the jewel glistened in the rising sun so brightly that I could barely keep my eyes open.

In the welcome of the maids and followers, I walked towards the magnificent Roman city gate along the bridge laid down by the boat.

Chapter 28 [XXVI] The Face of the Curse

Ishkad, who was waiting there, played the role of a competent eunuch, and helped me onto the elephant sedan chair.I raised my hand to block the too dazzling light, and ducked in.

Perhaps my posture was not so elegant, and as soon as I lowered my head, I caught a glimpse of Ishkad's reproachful eyes.I had to sit upright immediately, adjusted the hem of my clothes and the hat on my head, and touched the mask that covered my face.After confirming that there was nothing wrong with my instrument, I waved my hand to pick up the sedan chair.

Fortunately, as a "prince", I don't need to speak in person, and in most cases, the eunuch can speak on behalf of me.I only stayed in Armenia for a short period of time because of a mission. Armenian is not good, and I can only deal with some relatively simple questions. I hope that I will not reveal my secrets in front of the Roman emperor.

The elephant stood up slowly, staggering, and I was on top, feeling as if I was riding a big ship floating in the waves, sailing along the city road to the city of Rome.The two long guards of honor snaked like long snakes, and the flags they held aloft fluttered in the wind like cormorants flying in groups on the sea.

The sun in the distance rises slowly from the sea level.The sun has crossed the high sea wall and the white clouds, and its brilliance is like a golden wave falling from the sky. Starting from me sitting at the highest point, it falls down inch by inch, without passing the people walking in the shadows, like a universal light. The God of God spreads His bountiful arms to the world.

I couldn't help turning my head to look at the golden desert-like sea that was illuminated like my hometown. The wind lifted my turban and clothes, and the red petals blowing in the wind brushed my cheeks, like the kiss of an elf.

This made me feel like the trip was more like a pilgrimage than a conspiracy trip.

However, when my gaze swept across the blue dome of the not-too-distant Roman Holy Palace, my heart sank unsteadily.

**

When the first light of dawn reached the foot of Mount Aventino, the messenger on horseback had just passed through the dense forest filled with morning mist and arrived at the Jupiter Temple that was no different from the ruins.

Even though it was morning, it was still dark and bewildering.The thorns swayed, the bushes luxuriated, and there seemed to be ghosts everywhere. There was a gloomy smell in the air-the smell of the dead.

Thinking of the countless rotting corpses buried under his feet, the messenger shuddered, covered his nose, grabbed the reins, jumped off his horse, and walked hesitantly into the temple.Moving his feet among the swamp-like fallen leaves, he nervously looked at this mysterious and secluded place, and his fear of the Roman deputy emperor who was even more mysterious than this forbidden place was a little more intense.

At court he had heard rumors about Julyans—the nobles said he was as beautiful as an angel, but as vicious as a bloodthirsty demon.The notoriety of the Unknown has been with him since his birth, and even Obius, the highly respected prophet of the court, said that he may be the incarnation of Cain, and he was driven far away to prevent his brother from dying like Abel. Athens to purify.

If he could, he almost wanted to turn around and run away at once, giving up this terrible drudgery, but it was impossible.

He held in his hand the edict that the current supreme emperor, Constantius, wanted to pass on to Yulyans, and he had to deliver it himself.

There was no one on the first floor of the temple, it was empty and quiet. In the gloomy hall, there was only a ray of light projecting on a small fountain that had dried up in the middle.But miraculously, a blood-red poppy grew on the spring's eye, blooming on top of the pile of white ruins, as gorgeous as the flesh and blood remaining on a corpse.

A looming fear gripped the messenger's throat.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pulled it out tremblingly and threw it aside, stared at the stairs leading to the second floor of the temple, and climbed up stiffly.The white stone ladder was dilapidated, clinging to twisted and winding vines, and when it was brushed by his body, it made a rustling sound.

There was a strange and pungent sweet smell in the air, which made him feel weak all over.When the scene upstairs appeared in front of him, he almost convulsed.

Inside the square altar, there was a pool of thick blood-like red liquid.A pale corpse was leaning against the edge of the altar, his long blood-stained hair was scattered in the faint morning light, and his slender and graceful body floated up and down in the blood-colored water, looming.A metal mask made him look as quiet and classical as an Egyptian pharaoh lying in a coffin, as if he had been dead for a thousand years.

Yuriyans... dead?The last heir of the mysterious Flaviz royal family?

As if possessed by a demon, the messenger walked towards the pool step by step in a strange manner, just to take another look at the corpse, and the fear that filled his heart a moment ago had been far behind him.

He half-kneeled beside Julyans in fear, took a deep breath, and tremblingly touched the mask carved with the strange snake-shaped totem.Before he even understood why he was doing this, a face beneath the mask was revealed before his eyes.

Just a moment ago, he wanted to escape, but at this moment, even his soul was condensed in his eyes, and he couldn't even breathe.

As legend has it, this is a face that fascinates all beings.However, unlike the "angel's face" described by the nobles, he was surprised to find that it was the opposite.A ferocious snake-shaped brand lay across Yulyans' brow, like Satan's cursed kiss, making this face, which seemed to be carved by a god's carving knife, full of evil and treacherous extreme beauty.

It's so beautiful, so beautiful that it has a breathtaking and destructive power.

Forgetting that this is a corpse, forgetting that this is a man, and even forgetting his identity, the messenger lowered his head greedily and piously, and kissed the forehead of the corpse, as if he was kissing a statue of a god.He trembled all over and couldn't restrain himself, just like human beings are born unable to resist the temptation of death, unable to resist the miraculous effect of poppy.

However, before he had time to bend over, the tingling pain of biting came from the back of his neck like lightning, and a feeling of blood coagulation hit his whole body with lightning speed.

At this moment, the corpse opened its eyes.At the moment when he intersected with those bottomless demon eyes, he heard the cracking sound of the bones.

Looking up at the fool who froze for a moment, the man silently raised the corners of his lips, reached out his hand from the bloody water, and took out a letter box sealed with red wax from the other's pocket.

Before he finished reading the contents of the letter paper carefully, he crumpled it in the palm of his hand——

In it was written the edict of his cousin, lord of the country, Saint Augustus Constantius.

He was returning from the eastern battlefield, and he was going to hold a grand meeting in the holy palace to meet himself and the Armenian prince who came from afar.

Yuriyans turned his head and looked at the majestic sacred palace.He seemed to be able to see from a distance that his brother was sitting on the golden chair, with his head held high, like a holy spirit.His body was overwhelmed under the heavy cross crown and complicated royal robes, like a piece of dead wood was rotting day by day, but he didn't know it, he still thought that he could take root forever in the fertile soil of the royal family that had flourished with branches and leaves, and absorb the The last point is the nourishment drawn from the bloody sibling rivalry for many years, carefully maintaining his golden and jade tyrant rule.

How could his imperial brother be willing to divide and rule with him after giving him the Caesar's purple robe, which looks like mourning?Yuriyans narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to stare at the ring on his thumb that symbolized power, twisted it, and slowly got up from the pool of blood.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of blood dripping down his pale ankle, as if he was standing in the pool of blood of his relatives who died in the massacre many years ago, and was watched by their unrepentant eyes.

With expressionless drooping eyes, Yuriyans cast his eyes on his own reflection on the surface of the pool——he knew that what he saw was no longer the sick child kneeling in a pool of blood and crying with shackles, but A destined emperor.

Go, young saint, you will go farther than your father.

It is the will of the gods to wear the purple robe of the ruler.

That old voice said so in his mind.

Gently wiping away a trace of blood that flowed down his chin, Yulyans walked naked to the window of the temple slowly, and Maximus, who was waiting in the corridor, presented him the clothes respectfully.Accompanied by a soft rustling sound, a pitch-black poisonous snake suddenly emerged from under the chain mail and swam to his wrist.Its head was the color of newborn flesh, and there was a deep gash in its neck, but it shook its head and tail vigorously at him, as if to show off and ask for credit.

Following the swinging direction of the snake's head, he raised his eyes, and saw a long dragon-like team crawling from a distant city road.

The hissing sound of spitting out the letter was like a charming laugh in his ears. Yuriyans raised a hand and stroked the pet wrapped around his neck, as if he touched the residual body temperature of his lingering sweetheart.

He raised his jaw, let the snake body squirm and brushed against his Adam's apple, which was rolling due to hunger and thirst, and licked his lips like tasting fine wine.ape