To Four Thousand Years Later

After making up his mind, Mori immediately set off to meet his father, the Sasanian King Kawad VI.

The old immortal who often lives above the sickness, seems to die in the next second but is still alive, holding his holy crown and unwilling to let go. Morrie came to the palace, passed by the king's bedroom on the top floor, and went straight to Gexiong's room.

Sleeping in the bedroom: The one who slept, the real Kawad VI, had already hidden in the basement. And the entrance to the basement. Instead, it was at the top of the palace. From the middle room of the royal palace, you have to go down more than a hundred spiral steps to reach the room where Kawad VI is located. This is the secret place built by the Sasanian king of the previous E generation. It's said to have some sort of divine power in it...and it seems to be.

When he went down to the bottom in one breath, Morrie couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Spit out a mouthful of white mist.

He was a little dizzy when the ladder turned. If it weren't for the handrails, he felt that he might fall down one day.

This is not so much the king's residence as it is an underground cell. The cold dampness clings to the black stone walls. Stretching out his hand, it felt abnormally wet and cold. Even though it was summer, the ground was so cold that the soles of his feet were numb.

This is because there is a lot of ice stored in the lower layer here. Every summer, Kawad VI will come here to escape the heat. It can't bear a little sunshine here, but the ventilation is good. Morrie could feel the cool wind coming from his side, and the flames of the burners on the stone torches protruding from both sides of the corridor trembled slightly.

He went in and out from the corridor on one side to the end, and walked around a semi-circular arc passage. Then came to his father's residence.

The room is guarded by the most loyal guards in Persia, and there are several assassins hidden inside and outside the room. In this room, which was only the size of a bedroom, there were several shelves carved out of a single block of stone, inside which were placed many books, swords, armor, gems, and potions.

Yes, this is also another treasure room of the Sasanian Dynasty. Used to preserve the most precious things.

But on the innermost shelf. But there are no books, treasures and the like. Instead, there are some large and small pottery pots, except that they are all sealed well, and there is no aesthetic feeling.

But when he saw that shelf, Morrie couldn't help showing a look of disgust and fear in his eyes. Because he had seen Wei Zhe's stuff in that shelf.

All of them are fragments of the human body.

Brains, hearts, Achilles tendons, livers, kidneys...all were taken from living people. Death row prisoners in Persia are burned in coffins, but before that, Kawad VI steals their healthy entrails and uses a mysterious crimson liquid to try to preserve them. , has been maintained for at least thirty years. When Morrie was a child, when he suddenly saw his father rubbing salt on his heart, he almost felt that his heart stopped at the same time, and he accidentally made a movement. At that moment, he almost thought that he would also be killed by his father.

But Kawad VI didn't kill him, but babbled a lot of things to him. He had already forgotten how he dealt with this monster back then, but in the end his father showed a happy expression and patted him on the shoulder affectionately. Since then. He became Kawad VI's most trusted son. But the price is that he has to dispose of the stinking "failures" for his father, and move the successful ones to the basement. Kawad VI seems to regard this dark and terrifying behavior as a noble research. He also wrote some books, carefully describing the appearance of those pieces of meat.

That must be the curse book used to summon demons! His father also appears to have been cursed for this sinful act. His face was pale, and half of his body felt numb all the year round. He couldn't move the left side of his face, couldn't move his right eye, and could barely move his neck, shoulders, elbows, and knees.

All his wills are issued through his substitute. He could barely see people, and the only way to ease his curse was by being in sunlight.

Kawad VI, however, was unwilling to accept Ahura's forgiveness. He would pray to Ahura for atonement every time he touched the guts with his hands and rubbed them with salt and other things following the whispers of Kawad VI. If Morrie didn't have such a deep belief, he should have defeated all the enemies of Persia long ago, made him the master of the world, and sent his evil father to hell. But this is all compromise, forbearance in order to seize the throne. He had already made up his mind. As long as Kawad VI dies, he will burn all these sinful books, smash these clay pots, and burn this place with a fire. Anyone who knows that he has done this kind of blasphemy will also be secretly executed by him-"Father, put away all the anxiety and boredom in your heart. Morrie walked to the bed and bowed down respectfully: " Do you need help? "... Oh? Oh, Li... ah, you are here, you are here..."

Kawad VI stared at Mori with his eyes of different sizes. Then whispered: "Well, you help me put the note over and put it under the jar. Be careful not to break the jar... handle it gently. Well, this one first, send it to the third class...

His hands were skinny and bony, and he slammed the lower part into the real hands with 98 scars.

In it, Kawadshi's hand was unexpectedly strong and heavy. He obeyed the command of Kawad VI and walked to the shelf.

Trying his best to resist the urge to kick over the shelf, he looked down at the note in his hand.

"Heraam, forty-two years old, literary class. Convicted of fraud, wealthy, alcoholic. Two wives, three sons and two daughters.

The next line reads "Liver. Hypertrophy.

for a moment. Morrie felt the note grow heavy in his hand. There seemed to be a wronged soul wrapped around it, and his hands couldn't help trembling.

He immediately recalled the feeling when he marinated human flesh, and he almost vomited. But he remained silent, stuffing the note under the jar without saying anything.

It was only after he helped Kawad VI to stuff the notes that Kawad VI heaved a sigh of relief, as if he was a few years older.

"I remember you didn't like it here, Morrie.

His cloudy eyes of different sizes stared at Morrie, and he asked, "You came to me...what do you want to ask?"

Kawad VI's voice was hoarse and piercing like a rusty wheel rubbing against the ground.

"The Stone King is dead, assassinated by Hildigard. The Goths will surrender to the Franks, and the world will... father."

Still bowing his head, Mori said respectfully: Now that the Goths have no king, do we want to take advantage of this time to send troops to them? Hearing this, Kawad VI narrowed his eyes slightly. His eagle-car-like eyes, which were very similar to Mari, shone with brilliance.

At that moment, Li felt that his whole body seemed to be seen through—his father's gaze seemed to be a hand stroking his internal organs, which made him tremble uncontrollably.

This is it

"I see it. Your heart is beating fast...why are you nervous?"

He said in a low voice, his cold eyes caressing every part of Zhenli's internal organs.

"I know you're smart. Morrie.

Kawad VI said: "You are smart enough to see the big picture, but not smart enough. Because you still can't see the details.

"There is nothing wrong with the decision to attack the Goths. But the problem is...the new king of the Franks, do you understand?"

"Oh. A king who defeated Pope Solomon, an emperor who was crowned by the Pope... If you treat him as an ordinary king, you will definitely lose.

Kawad VI squinted his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "But I have a way to save you.

"I'll write you a letter, plus the results of my research over the years. Find someone you can trust to go to Alexandria and send them there. It's best if you go there yourself. You can get enough to resist King Solomon strength.

"But... I didn't want to go to war with King Solomon

madness. It's easy to start a war...hard to stop it. Do you think that once a fight starts, you can get away if you want to?

"But as long as you make a move

"Nonsense, I don't have that leisure time. I don't have much time left. Compared with the conquest of the world, the work I am doing is more important and sacred. The face of Kawad VI became serious, and the words He also became fluent: "You don't know a single bit of psychic power, and you don't know anything about the truth. Before I die, I want my strength and my career. I would rather you die earlier. old stuff. I am king! I will never touch those things again in my life. I really feel ruthless in my heart. But he just took a deep breath and nodded humbly: "Yes, S." If your lower shoe doesn't have enough strength, you can take Ruo's token to the Rosicrucians. He will teach you how to develop psionic progressively and get this divine power.

That is the power of demons! Morrie couldn't help shivering. He saw with his own eyes how his father directly inserted his fingers into the chest and lower abdomen of the man, and took out the internal organs without injuring the skin. There is no doubt that it is an evil force subordinate to the devil. If you want to inherit that kind. Quantity...he would rather not. Even if inherited, he will never use it!

He swore that even if he was forced to fight the Frankish king head-on. Even if you are killed in the palace by assassins or rebels, you will never touch that evil force again