A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

At this moment, a needle can be heard in such a huge underground cave.

Everyone still maintained a stiff posture, tilted their heads, and stared blankly at the inexplicable scene in front of them.

Confused.

Heymos, who still kept a ferocious expression on his face, was also one of the dull crowd.

His hand was still gripping Garlan's arm firmly, his fingers clasped tightly.

He stared at Garlan blankly, his eyes were confused, obviously he didn't know why he did such a thing.

Garlan looked up at Heymos.

He saw that the traces of gold in the original golden-red eyes of Heymos had almost disappeared, and the gorgeous blood seemed to swallow everything.

Looking at those blood-red pupils, it was as if he could see the sea of ​​hell blood burning and churning in the depths, which made people shudder.

No one dared to look at him.

Garlan stood where he was, motionless.

He raised his right hand slightly, and made a gesture of not approaching the knights around who were trying to come.

He just stood in front of Heymos, raised his head, and let the other party clasp his arms tightly without struggling.

His gaze was fixed on those blood-red pupils that were terrifying and confused.

"I'll keep my word."

He said,

"Heymos, if you leave me, I need new strength for Aaron Landis."

Garlan watched Heymos's pupils suddenly contracted.

But he didn't soften his heart, and continued to speak in a tone that was so rational that it was almost cruel.

"If you leave me, I will let someone else take your place, let someone else be my strength."

"Whether it's Eilson's princess or someone else."

"You know, in order to protect Aaron Landis, I will do this."

Ignoring the pain from the other party clenching his arm more forcefully, Garlan looked at Heymos sternly, and his voice suddenly rose.

"So, if you don't want to be abandoned by me, wake me up immediately!"

Heymos' pupils were constricting violently, like a violently churning sea under a storm, with huge waves raging.

He didn't move, but his face was twisted badly because of the struggle, obviously struggling against some invisible powerful force, trying to break free from the other's shackles.

He was panting heavily, and the sweat seeping from his forehead dampened a few strands of black hair, which clung to his brown cheeks.

The violently constricted pupils stared straight at Garlan, as if he wanted to imprint the figure of the other party in his eyes.

The boy was standing, with wet blond hair scattered on his shoulders, sticking to his slightly raised slender neck.

A little water mark on the tip of the forehead hair dripped slowly along the cheek.

Even standing in this sea of ​​blood, he is still clear and bland, so clean that there is no trace of blood.

In the darkness, only his golden eyes were as bright as the sun shining on the ground.

He called his name: "Heymos."

The bright gold in the boy's eyes seemed to penetrate and melt into Heymos' pupils little by little, neutralizing the hostility within and restoring clarity.

The blood red gradually faded away, and even the evil spirit that blended with the blood energy also dissipated.

Heymos let out a slow, long breath.

He let go of Garlan's arms, closed his eyes, and placed one hand on his head.

When he opened his eyes again, the way he looked at Garlan returned to the softness it had always had.

He bent down, bowed his head deeply, and rested his forehead on Garlan's right shoulder.

"……So sad."

He put his arms around Garlan and said in a low voice, the almost whispering voice sounded like he was being coquettish.

"Ah."

Garlan hummed, raised his hand, and patted Heymos on the back lightly.

It looked like a big black wolf who had been wronged and acted like a baby on his master.

While shooting, he said angrily,

"It's so easy to be controlled by others, but I have the nerve to say that I am the strongest knight, and I have the nerve to say that I want to protect me."

"You said you wanted someone else to replace me."

Heymos whispered, in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

The big black wolf felt a little wronged.

"Wouldn't that wake you up if you didn't say that?"

Heymos was about to say something, but suddenly stretched out a hand from behind, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him back.

"Lord Heymos."

Kaihos, who pulled Heymos away from Garlan, looked at him with a smile.

Half of his cheeks and blond hair were dyed blood red because Heymos had just pressed him to the ground and soaked in a pool of blood, which made him look a little more murderous at this moment.

"We can't waste time now, we have to enter the door as soon as possible to stop the teaching of everything."

Heymos was originally dissatisfied with Kejos' behavior of pulling him away.

But when he turned his head and saw the opponent's appearance, the black knight who was able to press the opponent to the ground and beat him violently just now felt a little guilty, and looked away uncomfortably.

"Heymos, do you know what the All Things Cult does inside?"

Garland asked.

Heymos shook his head.

"I fell into their trap and was stunned by a strange fragrance. After that..."

He frowned, the corners of his long and narrow eyes raised slightly.

Looking up at the huge bronze stone gate, his gaze became extremely sharp, showing obvious cruelty.

"Whatever they want to do, it has to be stopped."

Garlan said decisively.

"walk into."

He took the lead and walked forward, and everyone followed behind him.

Xi Ya, who had been staying at the bottom of the stone steps, ran up quickly, a series of blood spattered under his feet.

He took a deep look at Heymos, his dark blue eyes flickered, and then followed Garlan closely.

Soon, everyone stood at the foot of the stone gate.

The huge bronze-inlaid stone gate stands on the blood-colored earth, rising from the ground.

Garlan raised his hand and pressed it on the black and blue stone.

The chill penetrated into the skin instantly, icy cold to the bone.

He pushed hard, but Shimen remained motionless.

Garlan turned his head to look at the two people behind him.

Keyhos and Heymos understood, and stepped forward to stand in front of the two doors.They glanced at each other, and then pushed hard at the same time.

Shimen is extremely heavy, which can be seen from the bulging muscles on the arms of the two of them.

However, no matter how heavy it was, under the concerted efforts of these two powerful knights, the stone door slowly opened with an ear-piercing friction sound.

The moment the thick stone door opened, a strong bloody aura gushed out from it.

Originally standing on this bluestone square where blood was flowing, the smell of blood was already very strong.However, the bloody smell coming from the open stone door was several times stronger than that outside, so strong that it was almost suffocating.

Frowning deeply, resisting the choking smell of blood, Garlan and his party walked in quickly.

Everyone has raised their vigilance.

They thought that waiting for them at the door would be a ferocious onslaught of cultists, and they would be locked in an uphill battle.

But in the next second, when they saw the scene inside the gate, everyone stood there in a daze.

A terrifying scene that had never been seen before unfolded in front of everyone.

That weird and bloody scene was so shocking that their minds were left blank.

Behind the stone gate is a huge stone palace.

Black and blue hexagonal diamond-shaped stone pillars rose from the ground, towering upwards, surrounding them in an arc, supporting the hall.

The sky of the main hall is so high that it cannot be seen, and it is hidden in the darkness.

The ground of the main hall has been completely soaked in blood.

That is the real mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Countless corpses were piled up high and spread all over the hall.

The corpses overlapped one after another, forming a mountain of corpses piled up one after another.

Blood flowed continuously from the bottom of the countless corpse mountains, flooding the ground of the stone hall, forming a vast ocean, which has covered the backs of people's feet.

A few pillars of fire stood in the sea of ​​blood, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the corpses on the corpse mountain, illuminating the black and blue robes on their bodies.

Their eyes widened, their pupils dilated, and their gazes stared blankly at the void.

There was a deep cut on their wrist, ankle and throat, and blood was still flowing out of it.

The corners of their mouths were raised, and there was no trace of pain on their faces, but they were smiling brightly and contentedly.

Blood washed over the mountains of corpses piled up one after another, and all the dead people had this weird smile on their faces.

Watching this astonishing scene in the stone palace, everyone felt their hearts trembling, and a penetrating chill welled up in their hearts.

The people present are all knights who fought on the battlefield all the year round and fought in flesh and blood. They have seen the battlefield full of corpses. They have killed countless enemies with their own hands. The flesh and blood of their enemies, let their mounts trample on the corpses of their enemies - they are used to death, fire and blood.

They are strong and tough knights, both in martial prowess and in spirit.

But at this moment, looking at the scene in front of them, they couldn't help feeling horrified—it had nothing to do with courage, it was the instinct of human beings to resist from the bottom of their hearts against weird and terrifying things.

"Are these... believers of the All Things Sect?"

A knight couldn't help but speak.

"Judging from the clothes, it is true."

"They all looked as if they had committed suicide."

"There was no sign of resistance, not even a sign of struggle."

"That is to say...they cut their hands, feet and throats themselves, and watched themselves bleed to death?"

"I'm afraid so."

Everyone fell silent again.

Watching themselves bleeding to death without struggling, and dedicating their lives on the altar like this, these cultists are frighteningly crazy.

"What the hell are they trying to do?"

Looking around at the stone temple where only the dead remained, Kaihos frowned and said.

"It seems that some kind of sacrifice is being held... Although the consequences are still unknown, I think the result will lead to terrible things."

Garlan said, staring ahead with a solemn expression.

At a glance, it can be roughly estimated that there are as many as five or six hundred cultists who died here, and the corpses almost filled the entire huge stone palace.

His heart was awe-inspiring.

Although it is reasonable to say that gods cannot interfere with human affairs, Garlan has never witnessed any terrible miracles performed by this so-called evil god.

Those who do evil are all believers of Wanwu Cult who are human beings, and the so-called infinite strength and fearlessness of pain are just special drug effects.

However, having been entangled with this cult for so long, Garlan also vaguely felt that the priests of the All Things Cult do have a power that can affect people's minds and seduce the darkest and evil desires in people's hearts.

If this kind of power can be spread out in a large area and seduce the evil thoughts in the hearts of countless people...

I am afraid that a large-scale war will break out on this continent.

If it goes on like that, it is very likely that it will be like what he saw in his dream, not just Aaron Landis, but the entire continent will be destroyed in the flames of war, and finally become a lifeless barren land...

"All things will eventually pass away."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the dead stone palace.

The sound didn't seem to come from one place, but from all directions.

"Only the Mother Goddess of All Things will be eternal."

Heymos, who had been coldly scanning his surroundings, suddenly raised his head, his gaze cut through the darkness like a sharp sword, and pierced forward.

It was the voice he had heard before!

"Come on, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Come before the gods and prostrate at the feet of the great gods."

That hoarse voice continued to echo in the entire stone palace, low and deep, with a long trace of vicissitudes.

"Not right."

Kaihos approached Garlan and lowered his voice.

"Your Majesty, I don't know what will happen next. For your safety, it's better to get out first."

Garlan shook his head.

"That's too late."

This may be the reason why he secretly felt that he had to come here.

The boy clenched his hands.

This sacrifice cannot be allowed to succeed, and Aaron Landis and the entire continent cannot be destroyed in the flames of war like in his dream.

He has to stop.

"Walk."

Stepping on the bloody sea under their feet, and walking past the mountains of corpses beside them, Garlan and his party walked forward.

In front of the main hall, a huge black veil hangs down in the middle, separating the front hall from the back hall.

Garlan took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand to lift the black veil in front of him, and strode in.

As soon as he entered, the suddenly brightening environment made him squint his eyes.

After a while, after getting used to it, he finally saw everything in front of him clearly.

It is completely two extremes with the gloomy apse where the dead are piled up like a mountain and full of blood. The front hall behind the black veil is spotless.

Countless torches hang on the blue stone wall, illuminating the front hall brightly.

At the end of the front hall, on the huge black and blue high platform, a giant statue of a god stands on it.

It is so majestic that the height of 50 meters alone is daunting.

It stands on the ground, and anyone who stands at the feet of the statue is like an ant, too small to be vulnerable.

A horrible chill emanated from it.

Garlan had seen countless god statues, but he had never seen such a strange statue.

This statue has only one thigh, and a thick black stone tail is propped behind it, allowing it to stand firmly in the hall.

The torso of a normal person, but the chest has only one breast, which protrudes from the middle of the chest.

The long jet-black hair like the night sky hangs down from the statue's body.

On that face, there was only one huge golden eye.

One hand was wrapped in a long cloth, and the other hand was stretched forward, holding a round stone ball in it.Huge black and blue wings spread out behind the statue, extremely long, almost covering the entire front hall.

The shape of this giant statue is obviously so strange, but it is wonderfully blended together, forming a wonderful soft feeling.

Not only does it not make people feel repelled, but it feels inexplicably close.

"All things will go to the road of extinction, and the mother god who created all things will wake up from her deep sleep again."

The deep and hoarse voice rang clearly in Garlan's ears again.

He looked up and looked ahead.

At the foot of the huge statue, there was a figure in a black and blue robe slowly walking down the stone steps of the high platform.

A wide hood concealed the man's face.

However, even though that person's face was hidden in the darkness, Garlan could clearly feel that the person's gaze was fixedly on him from the shadows.

"... Really dazzling... This bright light of the soul..."

The whisper, which seemed to be talking to himself, was in a strange tone, like a sigh.

"Aaron Landis, young king..."

The voice is not loud, low and calm.

That person was obviously very far away from him, but the hoarse voice seemed to ring in his ears, as if the person was speaking right in front of him.

"Everything you've done is in vain..."

"...you should have seen... the future of your kingdom, the future of this continent..."

"People around you will die one by one, just like the Lion King...the kingdom will eventually perish...the continent is doomed to be destroyed in the flames of war...everything in this world will perish..."

"Young king, you can't change anything."

"No matter how hard you struggle, everything you try to protect will perish with time."

"This is the future."

The deep words of the priest in black and blue robes seemed to represent the prophecies descended from the gods.

"This is destiny."