A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The torrential rain poured down, and blade-like lightnings tore through the dark clouds in the sky. The rain, as huge as gravel, fell from the sky and hit the body, causing pain every time.

The tall city wall was washed more and more clean by the pouring rain, and the light of lightning was refracted in the gloomy rain.

A young man knelt on one knee in front of a snow-white stone wall, with his head bowed, and the bean-sized rainwater poured down on him as if pouring down. The blood seeping out from the forehead hair, staining the temples red and flowing down the cheeks was even more shocking.

He gasped violently, and the breath from his bloodless lips turned into white mist in the icy rain. He knelt on one knee, holding tightly to the sharp sword pierced into the ground with one hand, so that he could barely let himself go. Don't get knocked to the ground by the rain.

Even the heavy rain could not match the speed of the blood flowing on his forehead. The blood stained his pale golden hair and the delicate and luxurious golden ornaments on his forehead red. The drop-shaped gemstone earrings dripped onto the white clothes on his shoulders.His clothes should have been extremely gorgeous, but it was soaked by the rain at this moment, crinkled and stuck to his body, and stained with blood and mud, making him look extremely embarrassed.

The young man panted violently for a while, and his fingers clenched the hilt of the sword on the ground tightly, until his knuckles were already pale.Then, with difficulty, he raised his head.

The rain was so heavy that even the scenery ten meters away seemed to be covered with a curtain made of water, making it difficult to see clearly.He half-closed one eye because blood had flowed into it and it hurt.

He saw not far away, a familiar figure walking towards him from the overlapping rain curtains.

A bolt of lightning strikes down like a silver snake, and the silver-white armor reflects a dazzling luster in the rain.That figure walked along the edge of the lotus pond. The delicate blue lotus had been beaten by the heavy rain and fell limply in the water. The petals withered and shivered and hid in the greener lotus leaves. In the lotus pond The water has overflowed from the edge of the pool.

The black boots stepped on the edge of the lotus pond, and every time they fell heavily, the water splashed everywhere.

The young man knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, watching the slender figure slowly approaching and standing still in front of him.

His blurred vision could only see the tip of the long sword hanging down and pointing to the ground, flashing cold light.

"stand up."

He heard the man's deep voice coming from above, through the heavy rain.

The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, he gritted his teeth hard.

The hand that clenched the hilt of the sword was so hard that his arms were trembling. He gritted his teeth, and with his last breath, he dragged his disobedient body and staggered to stand up.

He stood, panting heavily, clenched the hilt of the sword with his weak hands, and raised it in front of him with great effort, posing for a fight, even though he knew in his heart that such behavior was futile——

That was his last stubbornness.

Even if he died, he didn't want to be looked down upon by the man in front of him.

Countless chaotic footsteps came from behind, as if many people ran into the back garden, and then stopped abruptly.These people stopped in the distance, no one tried to approach, and no one made a sound, they were quietly waiting for the final result.

Because this is a battle that no one is qualified to participate in except those two.

This is a battle for the supreme throne under the witness of the gods.

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The fight was over in less than a second.There was a clanging sound, which was the sound of sharp blades hitting, and a long sword with a blood-stained hilt swirled out in the rain, and was stuck heavily on the ground.

The only remaining weapon in his hand was blown away, and the young man staggered back a step, his back hitting the snow-white stone wall heavily.

Then, the next second, at the moment before he could breathe out——

The silver-white sharp sword broke through the rain.

A cold iron pierced his chest.

The long sword firmly nailed his whole body to the white stone wall, and the terrifying remaining force made the part of the long sword exposed outside his body tremble slightly and make a slight buzzing sound.

The pupils dilated suddenly, and the boy opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.Amidst the gloomy black clouds, suddenly another huge bolt of lightning strikes down.

In the bright lightning, at the last second when his consciousness disappeared, he only had time to raise his eyes for the last time to see the man who pierced his heart with a sharp sword.

In the oppressive and blurred rain, he only saw the pair of golden-red pupils, like the cruel eyes of a beast lurking in the dark forest.

It was vicious and violent, and one glance made people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

…………

ended.

again.

……

Yes, again.

He was killed again!

It was the roar from the soul of a boy who had been killed again and again.

Heymos!You bastard bastard!Wait for me!

I will definitely come back again.

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That's not angry words, it's the truth, he can really go back.

Because he still has one life left.

He can do it all over again.

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Boundless space, shrouded in white mist, with no end in sight, or perhaps no end at all.A small piece of land is suspended in it, surrounded by a transparent film.It is like a huge crystal ball wrapped in white mist.Floating in the mist.In the crystal ball, there is a gray-white continent.

Countless dilapidated steles stood on it. Although they were all incomparably huge, they all either collapsed to the ground, or were broken in half, or stood upright obliquely. At first glance, they looked like ruins.

Those huge obelisk-like steles are majestic, giving people a great sense of oppression.They have obviously experienced a very long time, with tiny cracks like spider webs all over them, revealing a vicissitudes and ancient charm.There are countless mysterious characters on the obelisk, but many places have been weathered, making it unclear.Although the carved pattern is rough, it somehow gives people a rough beauty.

Surrounded by countless ancient obelisks, is a dilapidated altar.I don't know what kind of stone it is made of, it is off-white, with cracks all over it, and three of them are particularly conspicuous.

It was as if time stood still in this place, with no sound at all.

Suddenly, with a click, the altar that was already full of cracks cracked again.This crack was bigger than any previous cracks, slanting down from the upper left corner, almost splitting the altar in two, leaving only a little end still barely connected.

"It hurts ahhhhh!!!"

A scream suddenly broke the dead silence here.

The second after the crack opened on the altar, the figure of a young man suddenly appeared on the altar out of thin air.

The boy looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was kneeling on the shattered altar, clutching his heart with his hands and wailing fiercely.

It hurts, it hurts, it really hurts, ah, ah, ah——

Garlan, who turned over from the altar, clutched his heart, hopping in pain.The grinning appearance has completely lost the proud attitude of facing death without fear in front of that person and everyone not long ago.

……

After all, no one else was watching here, so he still pretended to be heroic, mighty and unyielding.

Heymos!If you win, you win. Is it necessary to be so ruthless?

A sword pierces the heart!Pin me whole to the wall—

It hurts me!

After a while, the pain remaining in his heart finally dissipated slowly, and Garlan finally recovered his breath.He let out a long breath, scratched his head, and the slightly messy light golden hair scattered around the corners of his eyes as he fiddled with his fingers.

He sat down on the cracked stone steps of the altar, frowning and sighing.

Failed again.

again.

Every time, every time, he was killed by that guy Heymos. Is he really the so-called Son of Destiny?

Isn't the Son of Destiny supposed to belong to the destiny, so he can ascend to the throne easily?

Why did he die at the hands of that person every time, and was robbed of the throne by that person?

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Garlan felt a little tired.

Not long ago, he was just a student who was busy preparing for the final exam, and his grades were neither good nor bad, so he still hugged his feet desperately before the exam.Then, in the middle of the night when he was busy reading, he was inexplicably brought to the ruins of the altar full of obelisks.

Then, he heard a voice.

【The great Chosen Son, under the witness of the gods, please belong to your destiny...】

The young man who was still writing with a pen in his hand looked bewildered.

The voice that seemed to have only one voice and no emotion echoed throughout the world.It stands to reason that this kind of scene, in the ruins of such a magnificent altar, and the light shining down, should give people a very sacred and solemn feeling.

It's like accepting the decree of God, which makes people's blood boil.

However, although the meaning of the words spoken was quite solemn and epic, the voice of the voice did not express that shocking chant effect at all. When Garlan heard that voice, he felt as if someone He was reciting his lines expressionlessly, without even a slight ups and downs in his tone.

The emotionless voice continued to read.

【You belong to the destiny, you are the son of the destiny, you are protected by the gods and favored by thousands of people. When you were born, the gods in the whole heaven whispered your name...】

Gallan: "???"

He grabbed his pen and said with a stiff face, "Speak human words."

【………】

The voice seemed to be choked by him, paused for a while, and then spoke again.Then, he stopped using that nagging religious chant, and began to explain the cause and effect in a very indifferent tone.

Then, Garlan spent a little time figuring out the purpose of the voice pulling him to this strange place.

It turned out that he was actually the reincarnation of a big man.

According to that voice, his previous life was awesome, he was the son of destiny at that time, he should have ascended the throne to achieve great achievements of a generation, remembered forever, and immortalized forever.

However, an accident happened for some reason, and he was killed by his brother Wang before he reached adulthood, and the throne that should have belonged to him was taken away.The person on the throne changed, and the trajectory of fate changed accordingly. This made the gods who should have protected the dynasty furious, cast a curse, and finally destroyed the dynasty in the flames of war.

Therefore, as the reincarnation of the Son of Destiny who died halfway, he has the responsibility and obligation to correct the distorted trajectory of fate, defeat the villain who killed him and usurp the throne, lift the curse of the gods, and complete the previous life. A feat that can be accomplished.

In a word, as the Son of Destiny, he must take back his throne.

After learning the cause and effect, Garlan thought about it seriously, and then refused.

"I rarely play games, especially strategy ones, so I think it's more reliable for you to find other reincarnations, let me go back, and I have to continue preparing for the final exam..."

The unemotional voice sounded again.

"Yes." It said, "Because of the curse of the gods, reincarnation, you will die before you become an adult in every lifetime. After you die, I will look for your reincarnation."

"!!!"

Garlan felt that his whole body was not well.

"Wait! Didn't you say that I am the son of destiny blessed by the gods? What the hell is the curse? I can't survive?"

"Children of Destiny who do not complete their mission will be cursed by the gods."

The voice answered indifferently.

Gallan: "..."

"Get ready, I'll take you back now..."

"Okay, my lord envoy! I will do it, my lord envoy! Take the throne, right? Please leave it to me!"

After learning that he would not live long after going back, the young man decisively interrupted the voice with a fearless expression on his face.

Then, he rolled his eyes and changed the subject.

"As the so-called Son of Destiny, what golden fingers do I have... No, should I have any special treatment compared to ordinary people? After all, you also know that this task is very difficult for me who knows nothing now .”

"You have five chances to start over."

The voice answered coldly.

"Once you are killed by that fate-defying person, time will turn back and everything will start again."

Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.

This is equivalent to rebirth.

This feeling is like playing a game that cannot be archived, and once you die, you have to start over.It may be difficult the first time, but if you know the plot in advance and what your opponent will do, then the second time will be much easier.

well.

He thought, just treat it as playing a holographic virtual game, as long as he defeats the big boss and ascends to the throne, he can go back and continue preparing for the final exam.Moreover, he still has five lives in this game, so no matter how he thinks about it, he should be able to pass the level easily.

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Then Garlan, who had this idea in mind, was killed four times by the man who changed his fate, that is, his brother Heymos.

Every time, he was killed by Heymos himself.

Gallan: "..."

Are the gods mistaken?

The Destiny's Child is really me, not that Heymos guy?No matter how he looked at it, he felt that that guy was the protagonist of the show.

When he remembered that not long ago, he was nailed to the stone wall with a sword through his heart by that guy, Garlan felt a dull pain in his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.The heart was especially painful, as if the sword was still stuck in the heart.

He clutched his chest and couldn't help but think of the first time he was burned to death by that person in the sea of ​​fire...

Thinking of the second time, he was pushed down from the sky by that person and fell to pieces...

Thinking of the third time, he was poisoned to death by that person himself...

And the fourth time just now...

I thought it was the Throne Raiders Notebook of the Son of Destiny who killed the Quartet and ruled the world for thousands of generations, but it turned into a fancy death note of the guy who said, seemed, should, and may be the Son of Destiny.

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At this moment, the Son of Destiny, who has only one life left, is very sad.