A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

A large underground cave can be heard silently at this moment.

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

Confused.

Heimos, who still had a ferocious look on his face, was also one of the dull people.

His hand was still holding Garlan's arm firmly, and his fingers were clasped tightly.

He stared at Garlan blankly, his eyes confused, and it was obvious that he didn't know why he would do such a thing.

Garlan looked up at Heimos.

He saw that the golden trace in Heimos' original golden-red eyes had almost disappeared, and the bright blood color seemed to swallow up everything.

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

No one dared to look at him.

Garlan stood motionless.

He raised his right hand slightly and made a gesture not to approach the knights who were trying to come over.

He just stood in front of Heimos, with his head raised, and allowed the other party to clasp his arms without any struggle.

His eyes were fixed on those terrifying and confused blood-red pupils.

"I keep my word."

He said,

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

Garlan looked at Heimos and his pupils suddenly shrank.

But he showed no mercy and continued to speak in a tone that was so rational that it was almost cruel.

"If you leave me, I will put someone else in your place and someone else will be my strength."

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

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

Ignoring the pain caused by the other party's tightening of his arm, Garlan looked at Heimos sternly and his voice suddenly rose.

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

Heimos's pupils were shrinking violently, like the violently churning sea surface under a storm, with huge waves raging.

He didn't move, but his face was severely distorted by the struggle. It was obvious that he was struggling against some invisible powerful force, trying his best to break free from the other party's shackles.

He was breathing heavily, and the sweat from his forehead wetted a few strands of black hair and clung to his brown cheeks.

The violently contracting pupils stared directly at Garlan, as if he wanted to imprint the other person's figure in his eyes.

The boy stood, his wet blond hair falling on his shoulders and sticking to his slightly upward slender neck.

A trace of water dripped slowly from the tip of the forehead hair along the cheek.

Even though he was standing in this sea of ​​blood, he was still pure and light, so clean that there was no trace of blood.

In the darkness, only his golden eyes were as bright as the sunlight shining on the earth.

He called his name: "Heimos."

The bright golden color in the young man's eyes seemed to seep into and melt into Heimos' pupils little by little, neutralizing the hostility in them and restoring his clarity.

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

Heimos let out a slow, long breath.

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

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes looking at Garlan returned to the softness they had always had.

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

"……So sad."

He hugged Garlan and whispered, his almost whispering voice sounding almost like coquettishness.

"Um."

Gallan hummed, raised his hand, and gently patted Heimos on the back.

It looked like he was being treated like a big black wolf who had been wronged and was lying on his master's body to act coquettishly.

While filming, he said angrily,

"You can be controlled by others so easily. How dare you say you are the strongest knight? How dare you say you want to protect me."

"You said you wanted someone else to take my place."

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

The big black wolf is a little aggrieved.

"If you don't say that, can you be stimulated to wake up?"

Heimos was about to say something else, when suddenly a hand came out from behind, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him backwards.

"Lord Heimos."

Kehos, who pulled Heimos away from Garlan, looked at him with a smile.

Half of his cheeks and blond hair were stained blood red because Heimos had pressed him to the ground and was soaked in a pool of blood, making him look faintly more murderous at this moment.

"We can't waste time now, we have to get in as soon as possible to stop the All Things Cult."

Huymos was originally dissatisfied with Keyhos's behavior of pulling him away.

But when he turned around and saw the other party's appearance, the black knight, who had been able to press the other party to the ground and beat him up just now, felt a rare guilty conscience and looked away uncomfortably.

"Heimos, do you know what the Cult of Everything is doing inside?"

Garlan asked.

Heimos shook his head.

"I fell into their trap and was knocked unconscious by a very strange fragrance. What happened after that..."

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

Looking up at the huge bronze stone door, his eyes became extremely sharp, revealing obvious cruelty.

"Whatever they are trying to do must be stopped."

Garlan said flatly.

"walk into."

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

Xia, who had been staying at the bottom of the stone steps, ran up quickly, with a series of blood splashing under her feet.

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

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

The huge stone door inlaid with bronze stood on the bloody ground, rising from the ground.

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

The chill instantly penetrated into the skin, and it was biting to the bone.

He pushed hard, but the stone door didn't move at all.

Garlan turned to look at the two people behind him.

Keyhos and Heimos understood and stepped forward to stand in front of the two doors. They looked at each other and then pushed at the same time.

The stone door is extremely heavy, which can be seen from the bulging muscles on the arms of the two men.

However, no matter how heavy it was, with the concerted efforts of these two powerful knights, the stone door slowly opened with a harsh friction sound.

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

When I was standing on the bluestone square where blood was flowing, the smell of blood was already very strong. However, the smell of blood that assaulted the nostrils from the open stone door was several times stronger than outside, so strong that it was almost suffocating.

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

Everyone is on alert.

They thought that what awaited them at the door would be a ferocious attack by the cultists, and that they were about to get into a tough fight.

But the next second, when they saw the scene inside the gate, everyone stood stunned on the spot.

An unprecedented horrific scene unfolded in front of everyone.

The 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 rhombus-shaped stone pillars rise from the ground, towering upward and surrounding in an arc, supporting the hall.

The hall is invisible in the sky and is hidden in the darkness.

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

It was a real mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Countless corpses were piled high and scattered around the hall.

The corpses were staggered and overlapped, forming a mountain of corpses.

Blood flowed endlessly from under the mountains of countless corpses, flooding the ground of the stone palace, forming a vast ocean that could no longer cover the insteps of people.

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

Their eyes were wide open, their pupils dilated, and they stared blankly into space.

There were deep cuts on their wrists, ankles and throats, and blood was still flowing from them.

The corners of their mouths were raised, and there was no trace of pain on their faces. Instead, they smiled brightly and with satisfaction.

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

Staring at this astonishing scene in the stone palace, everyone felt their hearts tingling, and a permeating coldness surged into their hearts.

The people present are all knights who have been on the battlefield for many years and fought in flesh and blood. They have seen battlefields littered with corpses. They have killed countless enemies with their own hands. They have used their long guns and sharp blades again and again without changing their expressions. Stabring into the flesh of their enemies and letting their mounts trample their corpses - they are used to death, war 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 but feel horrified - it had nothing to do with courage, it was the human instinct to resist weird and terrifying things from the bottom of their hearts.

"These are all...believers of the All Things Religion?"

One knight couldn't help but speak.

"Judging from the clothes, it is indeed the case."

"It looked like they all committed suicide."

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

"In other words... they cut their own hands, feet and throats and watched themselves bleed to death?"

"I'm afraid that's it."

Everyone fell silent again.

Watching themselves bleed to death without any struggle, just dedicating their lives on the altar, these cultists are simply terrifyingly crazy.

"What do they want to do?"

Looking around this stone palace with only dead people left, Kaihos frowned and said.

"It seems that some kind of sacrifice is being held... Although it is still unknown what the consequences will be, but I think it will lead to something terrible happening."

Garlan said, staring ahead solemnly.

At a glance, one can roughly estimate that there are as many as five to six hundred cultists who died here, and the corpses almost filled the entire huge stone hall.

He felt awe-inspiring.

Although it stands to reason that gods cannot interfere in human affairs, Garlan has never witnessed any terrible miracles performed by this so-called evil god.

The evildoers are all human believers of the Cult of Everything, and the so-called infinite strength and fearlessness of pain are just the effects of special medicines.

However, after being entangled with this cult for so long, Garlan also vaguely felt that the priests of the Cult of All Things did have the power to influence people's minds and seduce the darkest and evil desires in people's hearts.

If this kind of power could be extended to a large scale and seduce the evil thoughts in countless people's hearts...

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

If this continues, it is very likely that it will be like what he saw in his dream. Not only Aaron Landis, but the entire continent will be destroyed in the flames of war and eventually become a lifeless and desolate land...

"All things will pass away."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the dead stone palace.

The sound didn't seem to come from one place, but came from all directions at the same time.

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

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

This was the voice he had heard before!

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

"Come to God's presence and prostrate yourself at the feet of the great God."

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

"Something's wrong."

Kehos approached Garlan and lowered his voice.

"Your Majesty, I don't know what I will encounter later. For your safety, it is better to exit 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 young man clenched his hands.

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

He must stop it.

"Walk."

Stepping on the bloody ocean under their feet and walking through the mountains of corpses around them, Garlan and his group walked forward.

In front of the main hall, a huge black gauze curtain hangs 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 his eyes, and strode in.

As soon as he entered, the suddenly brightened environment made him couldn't help but squint his eyes.

After a while, after he got used to it, he could clearly see everything in front of him.

The dark back hall with piles of dead people and the smell of blood is completely two extremes. The front hall behind the black gauze is spotless.

Countless torches were hung on the blue stone walls, illuminating the front hall brightly.

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

It is so majestic that its height of fifty meters alone is daunting.

It towers over the earth, and anyone who stands at the foot of the statue is like an ant, insignificant and vulnerable to a blow.

A chilling chill emanated from it.

Garlan has seen countless statues of gods, but he has never seen one with such a strange shape.

This statue has only one thigh, and a thick black stone tail supports it at the back, allowing it to stand firmly in the hall.

The torso of a normal person, but there is only one breast on the chest, bulging from the middle of the chest.

Long black hair like the night sky spreads down from the body of the statue.

There was only one huge golden eye on that face.

One hand was wrapped in a long cloth, and the other hand stretched forward, holding a round stone ball. 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 weird, but it is wonderfully blended together to form a wonderful soft feeling.

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

"All things will go on the road to extinction, and the mother goddess who created all things will wake up from her slumber again."

The low and hoarse voice sounded clearly in Garlan's ears again.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

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

A wide hood covered the man's face.

However, even though the man's face was hidden in the darkness, Garlan could clearly feel that man's eyes staring steadily at him from the shadows.

"...It's so dazzling...this bright light of the soul..."

It was as if he was talking to himself in a low voice, with a strange tone, like a sigh.

"O young king Aaron Landis..."

The voice was not loud, low and calm.

The 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 do is in vain..."

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

"The people around you will die one by one, just like the Lion King... The kingdom will eventually perish... The continent is destined 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 want to protect will be destroyed over time."

"This is the future."

The low words of the priest in black and blue robes were like prophecies sent by the gods.

"This is destiny."

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