A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The red firelight reflected the pale face of Garlan who fell in Heimos's arms, and his lips had lost all color. The lines drawn with blood-red paint on the neck became even more brilliant red under the firelight, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the pale skin.

The child lay quietly in his arms, with pale lips and cheeks, weak breath, and drooping eyelashes like broken butterfly wings. It was extremely fragile, as if it would stop breathing in the next second.

The blood on the wrists and ankles was mixed with the blood-red lines drawn on it. It was difficult to see clearly in the dark night. At a glance, one could only see large areas of red blood, as if blood was flowing out of this small body. As good as it gets.

Heimos even saw that his hands holding the child in his arms were stained with blood. The terrible blood red dyed the boy's eyes red. His mind went blank at this moment, and he was actually sluggish for a while. I was at a loss where I was.

With a bang, a small cyan bottle was thrown to the ground and rolled in front of him.

Heimos subconsciously grabbed the bottle and looked up.

King Camos, who threw the bottle to him, did not look at him, but turned his head and scanned the surroundings with a pair of bright tiger eyes.

On the opposite side, those fanatical believers were already pouring in from all directions, their faces twisted, not afraid of death at all, and they rushed towards them as if they were crazy.

"Give him medicine."

King Camos said in a deep voice, simply and neatly.

Soldiers who have been fighting on the battlefield for many years will have the habit of carrying medicine with them, especially medicine for injuries caused by swords and other injuries. Camos, who is a king but has long been used to fighting on the battlefield, naturally carries it with him, and it must be the best medicine.

After saying that, he looked at the group of fanatic believers coming over and snorted mockingly. In his eyes, those guys were just like chickens, dogs, and rotten trees.

A group of ants gathered together is still a group of inferior ants.

He pulled the reins and squeezed the horse under him with both legs. The horse that had been fighting with him on the battlefield for a long time had already connected with him. As soon as Camos moved, it immediately lowered its head and rushed towards the oncoming crowd like thunder.

On the galloping horse, the powerful king raised his sword high.

The giant sword, which is as wide as two arms of Camos, reflects the cold light of thunder in the dark night. This sword, which has drank an unknown amount of the enemy's blood, is like a sickle waving down in the hand of death in the darkness——

Without any fancy skills, King Camos just made a casual slash in front of the nearly a hundred fanatical believers swarming towards him.

At this moment, the dozens of people who were at the front were slashed hard, their chests were cracked open and deep bone scars could be seen. They fell to the ground and saw that they would not survive.

King Camos just used his sword to chop left and right at the rushing fanatic believers without any fancy. He looked down at those people with eyes full of contempt.

The king of beasts is not afraid just because the number of rats is ten or a hundred times greater than his own.

To King Camos, no matter how many of these guys rush up to him, they are just scum and are vulnerable to a single blow.

This is indeed the case.

King Camos stood on horseback in front of the bonfire, one person guarding the gate, and he was invincible.

The fanatics who rushed up one after another were killed by his sword. Countless mutilated corpses piled up in front of him. Countless people who were thrown out rolled on the ground and screamed in pain.

Even the most terrifying and crazy fanatical believers of the All Things Religion were actually frightened by the power of King Camos at this moment. They actually stopped and shrank and couldn't move forward.

They stood there, their faces turning blue, holding their breath as they stared at the man on horseback standing by the bonfire.

King Aaron Landis, known to the world as the ‘Lion King’.

The lion-like king looked down at them with blazing eyes, contemptuously and proudly, treating them like ants.

The firelight was dancing, shining on King Camos's cheek. The originally snow-white sword in his hand was dripping with blood, making people tremble with fear just by looking at it.

In the dark night, King Camos stood on the ground alone on horseback, and there was nothing around him for several meters.

When he was there, no one dared to take a step near him.

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Those believers were blocked by King Kamos, and Heimos had time.

He almost hurriedly poured out the white lotion from the medicine bottle and smeared it on Garlan's still bleeding wrists and ankles. Then he used his teeth to tear off a few strips of cloth from the hem of his clothes and bandaged the wounds that had been smeared with medicine.

The light-colored cloth quickly became red with the blood that was still seeping out, but fortunately, it didn't take long for the drug to take effect, and the halo stopped expanding.

Heimos relaxed slightly. He stretched out his fingers and put them in front of Garlan's nose. The breath that lightly passed over his fingers gave him a sense of peace of mind.

There was still a little lotion left in the medicine bottle, so he poured it all out and gently applied it on the thin blood marks that had scabbed on the throat of the child in his arms.

Thinking of the scene he saw from a distance not long ago, he still felt frightened.

Just a little bit, just a little bit -

The fragile throat of the child in your arms would be slit.

At that moment, he even felt that he had seen blood spurting from Garlan's throat into the night sky.

If King Camos had not made a decisive decision and shot an arrow through the palm of the black-robed man, knocking the dagger away, I am afraid that what he was holding at the moment was just a cold corpse.

The child is now in his arms, with a small body, soft body, and a warm breath that makes people reluctant to let go.

But it was precisely because of the warmth at this moment that Heimos felt unbearable whenever he thought about the possibility of the person in his arms becoming cold.

He hugged Garlan and turned to look.

In the dark night, the young man's eyes slowly scanned the surrounding believers wearing similar black and blue robes. The firelight fell into his pupils, making the depths of those golden-red eyes seem to be burning with some kind of heart-stopping cold flame at this moment.

It's not bright, but it seems to come from the abyss, and it's extremely scary.

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Just when the fanatic believers could no longer bear the fear of the Lion King from the bottom of their hearts, some began to retreat and some began to turn around.

The first believer who wanted to turn around and run wildly just turned his head, but before his body could turn around, his eyes widened and his whole body froze in place.

The countless knights wearing leather armor and riding horses had already stood neatly behind them at some point. The sharp silver guns in their hands flashed with a cold light in the darkness.

This group of knights who had followed King Camos to fight on countless battlefields just stood there quietly, and the bloody evil energy pouring out from their bodies was overwhelming.

They stand majestically in the dark night. They are the invincible warriors of iron and blood under the command of the Lion King.

The believer, who was defeated almost instantly, lost his footing and fell to the ground.

Then, more and more believers who wanted to turn around and escape but saw the countless knights behind them began to collapse. They either collapsed on the ground or fled in all directions while shouting. Some people even tried to rush into the dense forest not far away, hoping to use the terrain to get rid of these knights.

On the dark horse, the brown-haired king raised the sword in his hand and struck hard into the void in front of him.

That is the silent king's command.

The knights who had been standing still moved, just for a moment, just a sprint, and their silver spears pierced the throats or chests of the believers who were trying to escape.

This is a completely one-sided war.

Leave no one behind.

This is the silent royal order issued by the sword that was struck in the air by the Camos Dynasty.

The loyal warriors carried out their king's orders meticulously.

The broad altar resounded with the screams of the believers who worshiped the altar. They screamed and prayed to their gods to save them. However, the god to whom they had sacrificed countless flesh and blood did not appear, nor did he come to save them.

They could only flee in all directions, and then fell one after another to the silver spears or swords of the knights.

It is extremely ironic that these believers eventually used their own blood to dye the black bluestone as a sacrifice to the god red.

But no one will sympathize with them. When these believers send innocent and weak children to the altar, their bodies and even souls have been imprinted with the mark of sin.

These sins can only be washed away by death.

Kamos glanced around, but the bloody scene did not move him at all.

His long experience on the battlefield has already made him hard-hearted. He is the patron saint of his people, but to his enemies, he is like a devil.

It is not that there are no women and children among these believers, but Camos has no intention of letting these women and children go. Having once conquered the Cult of All Things, he knew that these seemingly weak and harmless women and children, once they entered the cult, were no less ferocious than men - it was these seemingly pitiful women and underage young believers who had personally killed them countless times. Sending other innocent children to the altar and into hell.

These women and children deserve no sympathy.

If they were let go today out of pity, they would not repent at all after being completely brainwashed. This would only lead to more innocent people losing their lives in their hands in the future.

What Camos wants to protect has always been the kind, upright and orderly people of Aaron Landis. These believers with blood on their hands are not the people he wants to protect, but the criminals who have seriously harmed Aaron Landis and must be eliminated.

Not much time passed before the screams gradually disappeared. In the final analysis, most of the believers of the Cult of All Things are ordinary people, and the fanatical believers are just better than ordinary people. Facing this group of King Kamos's guards who have stepped through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they have nothing to do. The power to fight back.

Kamos swung his sword and heavily chopped down the leader of a fanatic believer who was trying to escape to the ground.

The fanatical believer covered the bone-deep wound on his chest, coughing up blood while staring at Camos on the horse with vicious eyes.

"King Kamos who is persecuting me..."

He was vomiting blood and gasping, making intermittent sounds.

"We will not perish... Everything exists, and I teach... God is watching us."

He looked at Camos with hateful eyes, and the words he spoke were like curses.

"Those who persecute the believers of God... O violent king, you will be repaid, and this kingdom will be repaid... God will not forgive you, God will bring disaster to the land of Aaron Landis... …We curse you, we curse Aaron Landis…”

Before he could finish the last broken words, the sword penetrated deeply into his chest, causing the believer's voice to stop abruptly.

King Camos drew out his big sword, flipped the blade still dripping with blood nonchalantly, and put it on his shoulder.

He looked down at the corpse, grinned, and had an arrogant posture, but the tall and majestic figure made people feel that his arrogance was natural.

"I am the king of Aaron Landis. No matter who you are, you must obey my king's orders as long as you are in Aaron Landis, and your god is no exception."

he said, understatement.

“If your god is dissatisfied with anything, let him come to me and I will answer.”

He is the king of Aaron Landis, and he will protect this country and his people.

He dares to fight anyone who wants to harm Aaron Landis, even if he is a so-called god!

The night falls and the morning sun rises from the distant horizon.

The brilliance of the morning sun shone over, illuminating the golden-brown hair of King Camos, who was riding a horse on the ground, like a burning sun.

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Xie Muer got off his horse and walked over quickly.

Looking at the little prince whose hands and feet were stained with blood and whose breath was weak, he frowned.

From the very beginning, he did not approve of the prince Garlan putting his own life in danger for the children of low-class civilians, and even now he still thinks so. However, he was indeed surprised that Garlan, who he had always considered to be almost incompetent and incapable of doing anything in the future, could actually do such a thing, and it also somewhat changed his mind.

Even if Garlan's behavior was unruly, at least he appreciated the child's courage in facing danger.

Although this little prince usually seems squeamish and ignorant, he is still reliable at critical moments.

The priest of Shamash thought so and leaned forward to take Gallan from Heimos. But just as he stretched out his hand, the young man who had been sitting quietly on the ground holding Garlan suddenly raised his head and glanced at him.

The cold aura passing through those golden-red eyes actually made his heart palpitate for a moment.

After being stunned for a moment, Shermer's expression became serious.

"Prince Heymos, please hand over His Highness Gallan to me. He needs better placement."

Heimos lowered his eyes and said nothing, and did not move. He just pursed his lips, and the scattered black hair cast deep shadows in his eye sockets.

He stood up without saying a word, grabbed Shermer's horse, put Garlan on it, and then climbed onto the horse himself.

Xie Mu'er wanted to say something else, but a voice came from the side.

"Shemu'er, just let him take care of Garlan." Kamos said, "You still have to deal with the follow-up. Over there, you have to deal with those children."

Shermer glanced at the corner of the altar, where there was a group of children who were half frightened and half fainted, and half were crying loudly.

"Yes, King Camos."

He replied, taking a deep look at Heimos again, then turned and walked that way.

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The sun rises, then slowly sinks into the horizon as the day goes by.

King Camos, who had finally taken care of the follow-up work after a busy day, finally took some time out and wolfed down pieces of dried meat while talking vaguely.

"How is Garlan?"

"The prince is fine. There is no danger. He just lost too much blood and needs to rest for a while."

"That's good."

Camos breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where's Heymos? Still there?"

He had something to worry about, so no matter how worried he was about Garlan, he had to cheer up and deal with the matter first.

I heard that the boy Heymos stayed with Garlan all day.

Gee, why can that boy accompany Garlan, but he has to worry about his injured little brother, and at the same time, he has to be miserable and busy?

Tsk, tsk, so unhappy.

Shermer frowned and then spoke.

"...Speaking of this, King Camos, I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"Due to some accidents, the living environment of Heimos was very different from that of ordinary descendants of the collateral royal family... Perhaps his excellence beyond others is precisely because of his experience that was different from ordinary people, but That experience gave him not only outstanding talent, but also some other problems."

Shermer thought of the look Heimos had given him not long ago, and even he was stunned and his heart palpitated.

Yes, he has always been extremely satisfied with Heimos' outstanding qualifications. However, Heimos is only twelve or thirteen years old now, and he actually has such eyes. This is simply——

Now, he had to admit that in terms of character, Heymos was probably not as good as Garlan.

"Prince Heymos seems to be developing in a paranoid direction in his character. And...well, maybe it's my misunderstanding, but I have a vague feeling that his paranoia seems to be tending to fall on His Highness Gallan. . If this continues, it may not be good for both princes."

Shermur looked at King Camos and said.

"So, King Camos, I think, even for the sake of these two princes, we'd better keep them at a certain distance."

The author has something to say: Heimos: ...It’s Shemuel, haha.