Orc Tyrant

Yuhijin hasn't stepped into the Shadow King's Court for a long time. Since Diego's fall, this place has basically been abandoned.

But in any case, the Eternal Bulwark, as the support point of the Western Front, had already begun to build it long before Oak attacked the province of Gramatia, and it was the person in power at the time-the Shadow Prince who ordered it to be built.

Of course, the city he built will naturally have a core, and Shadow King Court is such a core.

The royal court is hidden deep in the towering minaret in the center of the Eternal Bulwark, high above the busy city. Yushikin is just beside the railing and looking down below, watching the officers and soldiers busy working before the attack. .

After a few years of silence, they once again set foot on the stage of war, but at this moment Yushikin was surprisingly worried.

He couldn't go to the desolate battlefield, fight side by side with his comrades, and pass the crisis together, which made him feel lost.

The last time he was on the front line or in the battle near Tyre, it was a shameful failure for him, both from his personal perspective and from the perspective of his identity.

He missed those times when he got together with his colleagues and talked about past battles and future merits.

The brotherly connection between the comrades-in-arms can only be truly appreciated after being taken away, but these become more and more distant as the responsibilities he shoulders become heavier and heavier.

He smiled bitterly and whispered,

"Sometimes I even miss your "want to be" stories, Diego."

Yushikin turned away from the position overlooking the city, unfolding the incredibly thin piece of paper he found in the envelope.

He once again read a passage written by Diego in his haste in his unique spider-crawling handwriting.

‘Maybe you can’t even believe the queen, then look for that temple, it should be hidden in a place where countless souls are buried. ’

The letter was delivered to him through countless hands and extremely secretive means, but the content of the letter was an ordinary old friend's retelling of the past. Yushijin was aware of the strangeness of the envelope through a special hidden symbol.

These symbols are only for one person.

But to be honest, Yuhijin didn't know what he was looking for. The idea of ​​a temple in the Shadow King's Court seemed ridiculous, but Nutans looked extremely serious when he met him for the last time.

Although they didn't say much, the attitude of the other party was obviously implying something.

It should be hidden in a place where countless souls are buried.

He raised his head and scanned the Shadow King's Court: the platform and throne where Diego once presided over government and military affairs, the niches where the shadow blades once stood as guards of honor, and the arch made of black steel. top.

The pale skulls, which were unrecognizable in the gloom, hung from the curved wall. They belonged to the victims of the shadow tyranny.

If there is any place where countless souls have been buried, it can only be here.

Yuhikin's crazy behavior in the late years of Diego’s reign was not just as simple as he heard. He also witnessed the scene where the other party slashed a living person with his own eyes-although it was a general who left the battle.

But with such a brutal method, he put a question mark on whether Diego's mind was normal or not.

That person became more and more suspicious, cruel, and indulged in all kinds of torture.

Perhaps the tremendous pressure eventually crushed his spirit.

But he gave up his power rationally at the last moment, and handed over the responsibility of protecting the country to Yushkin.

Yushkin even wondered whether this is also a form of torture-let him bear the hope of thousands of people.

But at this moment, he was standing where the person used to stand, looking up and down empty.

This kind of desolation not only conveys the departure of everyone, but also represents the status quo of the deserted shadow court.

Yushkins feels no pity that this place should be abandoned, because humanity is also abandoned here and replaced by other things, some dark things.

"where……"

Isolated in the center of the royal court, Yushkin felt a pain in his chest, a pain that had nothing to do with his physical condition.

It took him a while to realize that something was wrong, and there was something that did not belong here: a smell that he couldn't distinguish, extremely faint but real.

In the end, he confirmed that it was incense, and the offensive scent was mixed with the dry and hot air that carried the sour taste of dehydrated petals.

His senses were able to distinguish the other scents mixed with incense, and he immediately looked for the direction of the gradual intensity of the fragrance in the royal court, hoping to find its source.

Where did he smell this smell?

He followed the smell of suffering to the banner representing the Shadow Prince, on which was a pale white murder rune.

"This……?"

He stayed for a while, then shook his head.

The strong scent is far from what can be achieved by the residual scent attached to the fabric. This is the smell of incense.

Yushkin reached out and lifted the flag from the wall, not unexpectedly seeing that behind it was not a smooth wall, but a gloomy entrance to the complex network of passages in the royal court.

When he and Diego were still talking here in the past, did this entrance exist?

He doesn't think so.

After the fall of the Shadow Prince, the place was carefully searched, and there could be no such obvious loopholes.

Unless, the examiner deliberately omitted it.

Look for that temple.

Yushkin thought of this sentence, so he lowered his body and slipped through the banner, walked into the dark passage, and let the flag fall back to its original position behind him.

The scent of incense lingers here without a doubt, and it has been lit recently, or is still burning at the moment.

"correct!"

Yushijin suddenly realized that he had smelled this kind of smell before, and his hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the commanding knife at his waist.

Memories of the Shadow City came to his mind, the smell that filled the senses, lingered in the air, and even permeated the gas mask.

The corridor ahead was dark, but Yuhijin took out his lighter and recognized a short passage that was obviously recently constructed. It led to a vaulted door with twisted runes inscribed on the surrounding iron wall.

Although it was only a door, Yushijin felt a panic that couldn't be expressed, and in an instant he even considered turning around and leaving.

He shook his head and discarded this cowardly thought and moved on, but his anxiety gradually accumulated with every step he took.

The door was closed tightly, and a skull symbol was placed at eye level. Yushkin found that even acknowledging its existence was enough to make him feel uncomfortable, let alone looking directly at the skull.

Something in its rough shape was whispering to the imperial marshal's instinct to kill, telling him the ecstasy of splashing blood, and the joy of throwing himself into the slaughter.

"What's the trick again."

Yushkin pulled his gaze away from the grinning skeleton and drew out his commanding knife, but tried to suppress his urge to pierce the blade into any living object after the entrance.

He pushed the door open and stepped in.

The space inside is huge. After cleaning and transformation, it looks like an underground stone cave. Two rows of stone benches are lined up facing the distant wall, and meaningless symbols and words are painted on that wall.

With a glance outside, one by one skulls hung from the roof, staring at the hollow eye sockets, and grinning with bare teeth.

They shook gently when Yushikin passed by, and slender smoke came out of the eye sockets.

A low wooden table leaned against the far wall, and there were some dark residue in the bowl-shaped pit carved on the tabletop, which he could smell was dry blood.

There was a heavy book lying next to the small pit.

Is this a temple?

This place looks different from the murder temples in the Shadow City, but it feels the same.

Suddenly, he noticed the commotion in the air, like a whisper in his ears, he turned around abruptly and directed the knife to swing forward.

"Who!"