A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

It was already late at night, the bright crescent moon hung in the night sky, countless fine stars shone, and the stars arched the moon.

In the valley of the deep mountain, on a piece of land, there are jagged black stones all around, which seem to be natural or artificially polished, with different shapes, and they have a faint black and blue luster under the moonlight.

Most of these black stones have densely packed holes, and when the night wind blows by, they make a penetrating whining sound one after another.Among the pile of black rocks, the light and shadow of nothingness intertwined, as if some invisible monster was lurking in the darkness, struggling to get out, it was creepy.

The bonfire was burning.

That huge crimson flame, as huge as a house, was burning in the night, spewing out clusters of flames into the night sky.

At the foot of the crimson flame is a large black and blue stone slab.

The hundreds of square meters of black blue stone slabs spread out on the ground, forming an irregular circle.

There are countless lines carved on the stone slab, obviously all carved out by humans, the lines are exquisite and there is no slight error.Those engraved lines meandering over the entire black bluestone slab, like patterns, patterns, and runes, carry an indescribable mysterious atmosphere. When you look deeply, you feel inexplicably as if your entire soul will be sucked in. feeling of terror.

The lines carved on the black bluestone slab should have the same color as the slate, but under the reflection of the fire, the edges of those lines have a faint blood red color.

It was the color of blood that had been stained by blood flowing down those lines for a long time.

The looming blood color under the firelight made this black blue stone slab even more hauntingly gloomy.

At this moment, it is like a greedy monster from the dark abyss, with its mouth wide open, devouring the flesh and soul it desires forever without being satisfied.

The man in black stood quietly in front of the bonfire, the blazing light reflected on him, but strangely, he couldn't get rid of the shadow on him.

His face has been hidden in the darkness, and no one can see his appearance.

He stood by the campfire with his hands down, motionless, like the black stone slabs erected around the campfire, and he could not feel any breath of life from him.

It wasn't until those fanatics came from a distance to deliver the sacrifice he was looking for that the black robe finally made a movement.

He turned his head and looked in that direction.

The face hidden under the hood of the robe was hard to see clearly, but the turbulent air could feel the hotness of his gaze at this moment.

A soft seat made of wicker was carried by four believers and walked slowly towards the altar.

Young children sit quietly in it.

In the dark night, the child's pale golden hair and snow-white skin were exceptionally conspicuous, as if glowing slightly under the light of the fire.

Because he had just been forced to wash himself in the lake, the pale golden hair hanging down his cheeks was still a little wet, and occasionally a little water dripped from the ends of his hair onto Garlan's cheeks.

The dust and mud that stained his body when he ran away have also been washed away, revealing his fair skin.

The female believers in charge of cleaning him cleaned him up and changed his clothes. The clothes that had been worn out in the past few days were thrown away. He is now wearing the same black clothes as these believers. Cyan clothes.

It's just that it's not a robe, but a short sleeveless robe.Let his neck, half of his chest, hands and legs be exposed to the night.Garlan could probably guess the reason why these parts of him were exposed.

Garlan, who was sitting on the chair, clenched his teeth and tried to move, but his body was so limp that he couldn't even move his fingers.

Those people forcibly poured him a glass of potion. He didn't know what it was. come over.

There was a sudden chill on his back, as if a chill had hit him, Garlan raised his eyes to look.

His breath was slightly suffocated, because he saw the black-robed man who made his heart shudder slowly walking towards him.

The man's gaze was fixed on him, as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The black-robed man slightly nodded his head towards this side, and immediately afterward, the two fanatics standing beside each grabbed one of Garlan's arms, and lifted Garlan to stand up, almost holding him towards the The man in black went.

The man in black stood on the spot, stretching out a hand from the tightly wrapped black robe.

Next to him, a female believer stepped forward and knelt at his feet, holding a black wooden plate.There was a quill on it, and a small dish of blood-red paint.

The abnormally pale hand held the snow-white quill on the plate, and it was stained with the blood-red color.The man in black leaned over, and used the pen to carefully and meticulously draw complex and mysterious blood-colored runes on the skin of the child in front of him.

First the calves, then the arms, and finally the neck.

Usually, the runes for the sacrifices were drawn by fanatics on the sacrifices in advance, but this time, there must be no mistakes in this important sacrifice, so he did it himself.

After the man in black put the red-stained quill back on the wooden tray, the exposed skin on Garlan's body was almost completely covered by blood-red patterns.

The snow-white skin is lined with blood-like bright red patterns, and it also reflects the crimson flames, giving people an extremely monstrous feeling.

He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move his body, so he could only be supported by two people next to him, standing in front of the bonfire.

The man in black stretched out his hand towards him, and his fingers quickly changed various gestures in front of his eyes.

He didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he just frowned and looked at the moving hand in front of his eyes suspiciously.

After a while, the hand stopped suddenly.

He heard the black-robed man laugh, the laughter was deep and deep, revealing a bit of satisfaction and joy.

"As expected of having..."

The man in black retracted his hand and said, "The power of God cannot deceive you."

Garlan was startled for a moment, and then instantly understood.

He remembered the sacrifice he saw for the first time. The child stood on the altar with blank eyes. Even though his hands and feet were cut, he didn't move. .

Come to think of it, that child was probably under something similar to hypnosis.

And just now, the black-robed man also wanted to hypnotize him, making him voluntarily let them bleed like other children.But for some reason, it seemed to have no effect on him, so the man in black gave up.

The two male fanatics next to him supported Garlan with one hand, and grabbed Garlan's hand with the other, making him stretch out both hands in front of their lord priest.

The black-robed priest took the golden dagger brought up by the believer kneeling at his feet. He held the golden dagger with the symbol of the religion of all things in both hands, pressed it to his forehead, and prayed a few words in a low voice.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he cut Garlan's wrist with the golden dagger.

Fresh blood flowed out, covered the blood-red pattern on Garlan's wrist, flowed down that slender arm, and dripped drop by drop onto the black bluestone board where Garlan was standing.

The dripping blood instantly melted into the lines carved on the stone slab, and slowly flowed forward along the winding lines, filling those dry and thirsty carvings bit by bit.

The fire was shining, and the moment those dim glyphs touched the flowing blood, they seemed to light up suddenly, as if a ferocious monster had moved and woke up bit by bit.

At the same time, the long and soul-stirring singing of the man in black resounded in the night.

He stood before the bonfire, holding up his pale hands, and raised the bloody golden dagger in his right hand.

His deep voice was not loud, but at this moment, it seemed that there was an invisible force spreading his trembling voice across the land.

Countless believers in black robes knelt devoutly around the bluestone slabs, threw themselves to the ground around the bonfire, and buried their faces deeply in the ground.

The wound cut by the man in black was neither light nor heavy, just enough to allow blood to flow out slowly.

Garlan was supported and stood on top of the bluestone slab, with his hands raised in the air.

He couldn't move, he could only watch helplessly as his wrist was bleeding continuously, falling drop by drop in the dark like beads from a broken thread.

Immediately afterwards, his ankle hurt severely.

The black-robed man who had finished reciting bent down and cut his ankle this time.

Garlan couldn't see his feet, but he could feel warm liquid gushing out from the severe pain and flowing over his heels.

The world in front of him began to shake unsteadily, and the excessive blood loss made him feel dizzy.

Not only that, apart from the severe pain of being cut apart, there was also some kind of indescribable sense of fear clutching his heart tightly.

In this oppressive darkness, in the strange blood-red eyes, he had to watch his blood flow continuously... He had to feel the blood in his body flow out little by little, with One's own vitality disappears bit by bit...

This feeling of dying slowly is an extremely long and terrifying process.

This extreme sense of fear can almost drive people crazy.

Is this the way to die in the hands of such a guy this time?

he thought in a trance.

...It would be better to die at the hands of Heymos.

His vision began to blur, as if he was gradually losing oxygen.Garlan felt his breathing began to quicken, and his chest heaved more and more violently.

The fire light in his sight was dimming, and darkness came, slowly eroding him and taking away the light from his eyes.

The child's once bright golden eyes had completely dimmed at this moment, and the drooping eyelashes cast a dark shadow under his eyes, like an ominous omen shrouding the pupils that had slowly dilated.

Heymos...

asshole.

You don't count your words.

In the last consciousness, he cursed Heymos, and Garlan was completely plunged into darkness.

boom!

The bonfire flickered suddenly and violently.

That was the moment when the blood flowing down the winding glyphs touched the bottom of the bonfire, before the man in black who raised his hands and chanted loudly, it rushed towards the sky and burned fiercely.

An extremely subtle shadow that ordinary people can't feel emerged in the blazing flame.

The chanting came to an abrupt end, and the man in black looked at the black shadow in the flames, his whole body trembling with excitement.

For such a long time, in such a long time, for the first time, it was the first time that he felt the aura of the god he served with all his heart.

Even just such a tiny bit of invisible breath has already made him extremely ecstatic.

God—

Tim Yat!O Mother Goddess who created all things!

After a long time, you are finally waking up from the abyss of death again!

Oh my God!

Did you hear-

Your humble but devoted follower will give you all—

The ecstasy made the man in black tremble with excitement.

He thought, sure enough, offering this sacrifice is the most correct way.

Now, all he had to do was offer this precious sacrifice, all flesh and soul, to his god—

Thinking of this, the man in black can't wait to turn around and walk towards the sacrifice.

The child who was held up was bleeding a lot, breathed weakly, and hung his head weakly. The light golden hair that was soaked in sweat seemed to have lost its luster at the moment, scattered messily on the bloodless cheeks.

The man in black stood in front of Garlan, grabbed Garlan's blond hair with one hand, and lifted his drooping head.

The child whose hair was pulled was forced to tilt his head back, his slightly parted lips were weakly reflecting the flames of the fiercely burning bonfire in front of him, without any color, it was shockingly pale.

At this moment, the child's throat was exposed to the sight of the man in black, and dense blood-red patterns were printed on the snow-white skin of the neck, making it look more slender and fragile.

At this moment, the face of the man in black robe hidden in the shadow of the hood revealed a frenzied look.

The golden dagger dripping with blood flashed a golden-red luster in the firelight.

The pale hand of the man in black waved in the air.

The golden dagger flashed a cold light in the dark night, and stabbed fiercely towards Garlan's throat——

A little cold mang came first.

Then the arrows shot like lightning.

Like a ray of white light suddenly piercing the night——

The black-robed priest let out a low growl, his right palm was pierced by the arrow, and blood spurted out.

The golden dagger that had only had time to cut through the shallow layer of skin on Garlan's neck slammed, flew out from the arrow, spun around in the dark night, and fell to the stone slab with a thud.

Everything happened so fast, the black-robed man whose palm was pierced by the sharp arrow hadn't recovered before another sharp arrow pierced through the air.

This smaller sharp arrow pierced through the wrist of his other hand, and the severe pain made him subconsciously let go of the hair of the child he was holding.

Holding up his hands that had been pierced by sharp arrows one after another, the man in black turned around abruptly.

In the next second, his pupils hidden under the hood suddenly dilated.

Under the moonlight, in the bright firelight, a tall and burly figure galloped towards him.

That person is like thousands of horses galloping forward on the earth.

The momentum is frightening and unstoppable.

The black horse galloping in the dark night is incomparable, and it gallops from afar to the front of the man in black in just the blink of an eye.

It raised its hooves high, stopped abruptly, and let out a high-pitched neighing sound like a dragon's chant.

The golden-brown hair of the tall man on the horse fluttered in the night like an angry brown lion.

His scorching eyes were like charcoal fire, with terrifying pressure, he looked down at the black-robed priest under the horse from a high position.

The man in black standing under the tall horse was trembling.

No one saw it, but his hands hidden under the black robe were indeed trembling uncontrollably.

Before the man who rode before him—

Before this king of Aaronlandis—

It was a figure that made all believers of the All Things Sect shudder.

Like a majestic mountain towering between heaven and earth, no one can shake it.

King Kamos.

Aaron Landis' hero.

A few years ago, he strangled the entire Myriad Things Sect with iron and blood, which made all the followers of the Myriad Things Sect hate it, but he also feared him from the bottom of his heart.

A few years ago, the killing scene of the invincible and terrifying king like a lion is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every believer.

That is a power that even the power given to them by the gods cannot resist.

They could not confront the king head-on.

Because the young king's aura of a golden and iron horse that was killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood is enough to crush and shatter all the dark forces.

The king who has just reached the sun is like a fierce sun.

All kinds of sorcery and ghost tricks will be wiped out under the violent sun.

Not even the dark forces from the abyss of hell could touch this resolute king in the slightest.

——Where King Kamos goes is the place where the sun shines, and all shadows will be invisible——

The man in black stood under the tall black horse, and he looked at the young king who terrified him riding on the horse, raising his arms.

King Kamos looked down at him as if he was looking at a lowly ant struggling to survive in the dark.

He didn't even bother to take a look at the real face of the man in black under the hood, he raised his hand and swung his sword cleanly.

The huge blade cut a cold light in the night.

Blood shot up into the sky, and the head of the man in black was severed from his body with the hood that he had never taken off.

The head wrapped in black cloth rolled in an arc in the air, scattering blood in the air along the way.

Suddenly, another galloping horse came galloping.

A young man leaned on the horse's back, and the speed of the horse was urged to the extreme by him.

He happened to gallop past under the head rolling in the air, so the blood sprinkled from the high-altitude head splashed a little on his cheek, staining the corners of his eyes red.

The golden red eyes were fixed on the front, as if Heymos didn't feel the blood spatter, he galloped forward on his horse.

The next moment, the long sword in his hand split two marks in the air.

The arms of the two believers supporting Garlan, who had passed out due to excessive blood loss, spurted a lot of blood instantly, and their shoulders broke apart amidst their own screams.

The body of the blond child who had lost support fell limply forward, and was about to fall to the ground.

On top of the galloping horse, Heymos jumped off the horse.

The horse that lost its rider continued to gallop forward, sinking into the depths of the night.

And the boy who got off the horse bent his knees almost the moment he landed on the ground, and knelt on the ground.

He stretched his hands forward violently, hugging Garlan, who had fallen forward limply, into his arms——