A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the suddenly dilated pupils of the black-robed priest, there was a click, and the black bluestone scepter towering in the air was chopped off by a sword.

The vortex formed by the invisible gray-black mist surrounding it violently shrank into a ball, and then exploded with a bang.

The gray-black mist, which was so thick that it could be materialized to the naked eye, disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared in this world.

At the same time, a huge and invisible airflow violently gushed out in all directions, scraping and shaking several oil lamps hanging on the stone pillar violently, then fell to the ground with a bang, and smashed to pieces.

The flame that ignited hotly with the oil that fell on the ground only rose for tens of seconds, and when the oil burned out, it went out on the cold stone ground.

The severed head of the staff fell to the ground, and the round sphere on the head of the staff fell off from it.

It rolled a few times on the altar and rolled to the eyes of the black-robed priest.

The old man tilted his head, his eyeballs stared desperately at the rolling stick-headed stone ball, which almost protruded from the eye sockets.

He hissed like a bellows with a hole in his throat, and desperately stretched out his hand, obviously wanting to grab it.

Completely ignoring his own actions, blood gushed out of his chest, and he exerted so much force that the veins on his forehead burst out.

just hold it...

Hold on... he might survive...

That stone ball...contains the last trace of power that the great Mother Goddess of All Things left on the earth before she fell asleep.

That bluestone ball is the treasure of the Myriad Things Sect.

A long time ago, the founder of Wanwu Cult got this treasure before he died due to an accident, and survived.Later, he felt the weak power of God left in the bluestone ball, so he founded Wanwu Cult with the help of God's power.

From generation to generation, the religion of all things has grown stronger, because of their sacrifices, the sleeping god of all things is waking up little by little.

But in this generation, the hateful King Kamos actually led the army to bloodbath the place of their chief priest, massacring the noble high priest and countless believers.

As the only surviving senior priest of the All Things Cult, he fled in a hurry with the treasure, and hid at the border between Aaron Landis and Kanal.

Under the guidance of Supreme Treasure, he found this ancient temple built underground in ancient times to worship the Mother Goddess of All Things.

He found that this underground stone palace seemed to be the birthplace of the treasure.

Since then, he stayed in this underground temple, patiently gathering believers from all over the place, gathering scattered remnants, and rebuilding the All Things Sect little by little.

Then, he secretly allowed the power of the All Things Cult to infiltrate Aaron Landis silently, trying to complete the feat that the high priest failed to destroy Aaron Landis and plunge the mainland into war.

It's just that he never thought of it anyway.

He failed.

Just as the high priest died at the hands of the Kamos king many years ago, now he is about to die at the hands of the new boy king of Aaron Landis.

Do not!

He will not die!He was able to accomplish feats that even the high priest could not achieve.

After failing to destroy Aaron Landis, he sacrificed the flesh and souls of thousands of loyal believers here for more than a year.

Today is the last time, the last step.

Obviously, as long as today's sacrifice is successful, the power of the God of All Things will permeate the earth.

But—damn—why did that young king break into here today?

Why can he not be influenced and tempted by the power of the great god?

[If there is really a so-called destiny in the world, then I am destiny! 】

The scene of the young king cutting off the scepter suddenly flashed in his mind, and the eyes of the old priest froze.

An indescribable sense of fear welled up in his heart.

...No, no...God gave him guidance...Aaron Landis will definitely perish, and the mainland will also perish because of the war...

And he won't die.

He knew it, he could feel it.

He should not have died here.

The All Things Sect will prosper on the war-torn continent, and will become a behemoth that no country dares to offend easily in the future.

He will be the high priest of the religion of all things, and the lives of countless people are at the mercy of him, and even the king of a country dare not offend him easily.

That is his future, the future guided by destiny!

Yes.

It should be so.

Therefore, he will definitely not die here!

As long as you grab the treasure, it is said that it saved the life of the original bishop of the All Things Cult, then he must be able to—

The old priest stretched out his hand vigorously, trying to hold the stone ball that was slowly rolling towards him.

Just one second before his fingertips were about to touch the stone ball.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and picked up the stone ball from the ground.

The hand was still stretched forward, and the old priest's eyeballs, which were almost bulging out of their eye sockets, followed the stone ball and moved up from the ground little by little.

Blood was flowing under him, and he opened his mouth, but he could only make a little gurgling sound.

He stared at the stone ball that might save his life, opened his mouth, stared, stretched out his hand, and swallowed his last breath like this.

The priest of All Things, the future Bishop of All Things.

This terrifying person who was supposed to stir up troubles on the mainland in the future, causing countless wars, stirring up countless bloody storms, and plunging the entire continent into endless darkness, is at this moment, in a place that no one knows, quietly Died deep underground.

The Wanwu Religion, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, also ended at this moment with his death.

With long golden hair flying behind him, standing in front of the black-robed priest who was dying, Garlan didn't bother to look at him, but just looked down at the stone ball he had just picked up.

A cyan sphere, smooth and round.

It seems to be stone, but it reflects the luster of metal under the firelight.

It is hard to tell whether it is natural or artificially carved. The slender lines glow with cold fluorescence on the spherical surface. When you look at it, you will be unconsciously attracted by the fluorescence. The interlaced runes form a wonderful pattern. It's like it can suck your soul into it.

Garlan was in a trance for a moment, and then regained consciousness immediately.

When looking at the stone ball again, he suddenly saw a gray-black mist rising from the blue stone ball.The gray mist twisted into one strand, as if being drawn, it drifted obliquely forward.

Garlan looked in that direction.

Behind the altar and in front of the huge statue, a tall diamond-shaped stone pillar stood at the foot of the statue.

The body was tied to the stone pillar with ropes, and Heymos hung his head.

The jet-black forehead hair was messily scattered in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes and was still in a coma, but the corners of his eyes were tightly closed, occasionally twitching slightly.

Even in his drowsiness, his lips were tightly pressed.

Those lips were originally thin, but once they were pressed tightly, they became like a straight line, so pale that they almost lost all color.

He was tied to a stone pillar at the foot of the statue, as if offered to the god as a sacrifice.

The gray-black mist floating from the bluestone ball drifted straight towards Heymos, and Garlan could vaguely see that Heymos was covered and surrounded by the gray-black mist.

The mist seeped into Heymos' body little by little.

...No, rather than saying that the mist is actively infiltrating Heymos' body, it is more likely that Heymos attracted the mist into his body...

Seeing the gray-black mist surrounding Heymos, Garlan's heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly thought, was it the same in previous lives.

From the very beginning, from long ago, Heymus was chosen to be sacrificed to the God of All Things.

But Heymos experienced those sufferings when he was very young, suffering again and again, and finally fell into a dark life... All things were secretly planned and guided by the Cult of Everything... In the end, he was pushed into a desperate situation...

Garlan gripped the bluestone ball in his hand, and suddenly let go.

The bluestone ball fell to the ground and was just about to roll away when a sharp sword fell from the sky and stabbed it heavily.

Stone ball meal.

Click.

A crack opened from the place where the stone ball was pierced by the sword point, and then the crack spread rapidly along the surrounding area. In a blink of an eye, the stone ball was covered with cracks like spider webs.

There were a few more clicks, and the whole bluestone ball burst into several petals, and then those petals split again, shattering into countless broken stones in an instant.

Glancing at the shattered bluestone ball, Garlan turned around and walked quickly to the towering stone pillar.

As soon as he approached Heymos, the thick gray-black mist that originally surrounded Heymos shook violently, retreating from the direction he was approaching to both sides.

Seeing this scene, Garlan pondered for a while.

He stretched out his hand, and wherever his fingers went, the mist dispersed as if he was afraid of something.

Heymos lowered his head, his jet-black forehead hair was messily scattered, casting a deep shadow on his cheek.

The handsome face was covered with a light layer of mist, as if there was a faint evil spirit escaping from it.

The corners of his eyes were tightly closed with a knife-like anger.

The eyelashes on his face were very long, extremely thin, and extremely sharp, as if they could stab anyone who got close to him.

Garlan suddenly felt distressed.

Everyone in the world thinks that the Black Knight is so powerful that no one can defeat it.

But he knows how fragile the person in front of him is - when facing things about him.

Garlan's outstretched hand caressed Heymos' side cheek.

When his fingers touched the blood-stained brown skin, the gray-black mist surrounding Heymos' body quickly receded from Heymos' head.

In just a moment, the face that was looming in the mist suddenly became clear in front of his eyes, and he could almost see the slight movement of the other party's slender eyelashes.

The tightly closed corners of the eyes suddenly relaxed slightly, softening a little.

It was as if the ferocious wolf who was still angry a second ago suddenly became docile.

The young man who was still asleep even unconsciously rubbed his cheek against his hand.

Garlan was taken aback, then couldn't help laughing.

He took a step back and swung the sword in his hand.

He cut all the ropes binding Heymos with a single blow of his sword.

Without the restraint of the rope, Heymos' body naturally fell forward.

Garlan raised his left hand and caught Heymos who was falling forward.

"You said it yourself, how many times have you been saved by me?"

The boy turned his head, looked at Heymos who was lying on him, raised his eyebrows and said.

Heymos fell on top of him, with his head hanging on his shoulders, so that handsome face was especially close to him, and Garlan could almost see the traces of the extremely thin black eyelashes.

"never mind."

He said, "Who made me say it a long time ago, I will protect you, and I have to do what I said."

When I was very young, I said that I would protect you.

I will never let you go down the path of near self-destruction in previous lifetimes again.

In this life, I am here.

I will protect you till the end.

……

"prince!"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Garlan knew who was calling him without turning his head.

Whenever Kehoes got anxious, he would call him prince by mistake.

He was still supporting Heymos, and when he looked back, he saw Kaihos who had woken up at some point and was running towards him in a hurry.

And behind Kaihos, a group of knights were also waking up one after another and stood up.

Well, it seems they are all awake.

Garlan thought to himself, and then glanced sideways at Heymos who was leaning against him.

"Why don't you wake up?"

He muttered under his breath.

"Do you want to kiss you like Sleeping Beauty before you wake up?"

As soon as the boy's words fell, the head that rested on his shoulder suddenly moved forward.

Caught off guard, he was kissed by the thin lips that suddenly approached.

"prince!!!"

Keyhos's yell came from behind.

The golden pupils widened suddenly, and before Garlan could react, he was suddenly picked up by the waist.

He was hugged by Heymos and turned half a circle.

Then, with a bang, a huge rock fell from the sky and hit the place where he was standing just now.

The whole ground suddenly shook violently, the stone palace was shaking, the huge stone pillars collapsed obliquely to the ground, and countless broken stones tumbled down.

The giant statue at the front of the stone hall began to crack from the stone ball held in his hand, and the cracks quickly spread to the entire stone statue.

Garlan only had time to take a look at the statue, which was covered in cracks in an instant, when his body suddenly rose into the air, and he was hugged horizontally by Heymos.

"This place is going to collapse, go!"

Heymos said something to Kehos who came running.

Then, holding Garlan in his arms like this, he rushed outside quickly.

The huge idol collapsed and shattered in an instant, and fell forward with a bang, smashing the altar under its feet and its believers to pieces.

When it completely collapsed, Heymos and Kaihos had rushed out of the hall.

Amidst the rumbling sound of the collapse and the falling rubble, the corner of the boy's mouth twitched while Heymos was tightly hugging him.

Wait, what about Sleeping Beauty?

What's up with the strong Sleeping Beauty who can run away with the prince?