Tome of Blood

This is a sparse forest.

In the woods, a looming dilapidated wooden house is hidden in the bushes.

Inside the wooden house, Sebastian was half lying in the weeds, his face pale.

He was covered in blood, the elegant tuxedo was already torn, and the left half of the sleeve was even more empty, and the entire left arm seemed to be chopped off from the shoulder by some kind of sharp weapon.

The gurgling blood flowed down his wound and gathered under his body to form a stream.

As a flame elf with a long lifespan, he can deeply feel the rapid loss of his vitality.

Struggling to raise his head, Sebas looked out the window.

The golden energy shield has covered the wooden house.

He recognized it, it was one of the iconic divine spells of the Holy King's Tribunal, the Prisoner of the Divine Judgment of Sealing and Imprisonment.

This kind of complicated and cumbersome magic is generally only used when sealing the space of some large forces.

But now, it affects him alone.

"Heh, you actually used Prisoner of Judgment directly, the great knight really thinks highly of me."

With a hey laugh, Sebastian raised his right hand with difficulty, skillfully took out a goblet from the storage space, and poured the last bit of red wine in the bottle into it.

Lifting the goblet gracefully, he sipped it lightly.

"Sebas, you are surrounded."

"The great knight said that if you can voluntarily surrender and seal your own strength, the Tribunal can spare your life and give you a chance to reform!"

"Are you still waiting for someone to save you? The Tribunal has issued a divine judgment on the Rose Society, and the Rose Society must have been wiped out by now."

The shouts of the trial knights came from outside the wooden house, constantly persuading Sebas to surrender.

Sebastian sneered:

"Surrender? Join the Judgment Army and become cannon fodder?"

"I even betrayed Luna Island, no one can force me to do what I don't want to do!"

"If you have the ability, come in!"

surrender?

He is a proud flame elf.

The word surrender has never been written in his dictionary!

Sebastian's proud and contemptuous words came from the cabin.

Around the wooden house, the trial knights looked at each other.

"Master Grand Knight, he is unwilling to surrender... Shall we force our way in? He is seriously injured. Even if you don't attack, he will not be our opponent."

The shouting knight of judgment respectfully applied to the great knight behind him.

The big knight is a middle-aged man who looks forty or fifty years old, with a standard Chinese character face, beard, profound features, and a sharp face.

However, unlike his rough appearance, his eyes have a different calmness.

Looking at the wooden house in the prisoner of judgment, he shook his head slightly:

"Need not……"

"Sebas Flameheart used to be a high elf who was only one step away from the legend. Every elf is a born magical creature, and can resonate with elements at the cost of burning his own soul."

"For a person like him, even if he is seriously injured, he can pull a few backs before he dies."

"Since he is unwilling to surrender, let's light the fire. I want to see if the so-called flame elf is afraid of fire..."

The great knight said calmly.

He didn't hide his voice.

Those calm words came into the wooden house, causing Sebas, who was lightly sipping the red wine, to sigh secretly.

The Judgment Knight fights the enemies of the Holy Court at all times, and danger is everywhere in his life.

To be able to start from the smallest apprentice trial knight and grow step by step into a great knight who can suppress one side, in addition to strong strength, calmness and caution are necessary.

Sebastian knew that his idea of ​​pulling several trial knights to die together was bankrupt.

The Judgment Knight acted quickly.

They took out buckets of grease and bundles of dry wood, poured them on the cabin, and piled them up.

Seeing the actions of the trial knights through the window, Sebas could only sigh slightly.

He was hurt badly, really badly.

The magic power in his body had already been completely exhausted, his entire left arm was cut off by a sword, and even a pair of legs under him were abolished under the wrath of the holy light of the great knight.

He could no longer use any magic, and all he could do was wait for the trial knights to approach, burn his own soul, trigger an elemental storm, and die with them.

However, this is no longer possible.

"Your Excellency Sebastian, wake up! The Blood Demon Cult behind you has long since given up on you, and it is impossible for them to stand up for you."

"Surrender now, there is still time."

After stacking the dry firewood and pouring out the grease, the knight of judgment shouted again.

"I'm not interested in surviving!"

"Also...don't insult me ​​with the Blood Demon Cult! I still don't like those scumbags!"

Sebas sneered.

Hearing this, the great knight frowned slightly, and then ordered:

"Light it up."

At his command, the Knight of Judgment raised the torch that burned the fire of Judgment, and set the pyre ablaze.

The fire quickly spread and engulfed the entire cabin.

"Is it over..."

Seeing the thick smoke rising around him, Sebastian muttered to himself.

He felt a little unwilling.

He never thought that his life would end here.

However, it is he who makes the choice, and he has to bear the corresponding price for his choice.

have no idea……

What is Lady Dark Night doing now?

She hasn't gone back for so many days, will she worry about herself?

After receiving the news that Rose will be judged by the judge, will she stand up for Rose?

At this moment, Sebastian's thinking slowed down infinitely, and he thought of many, many things.

But soon, he felt that it was a little naive and ridiculous to think so.

"What are you thinking, that's Lady Dark Night, she is a real god."

"Although he has not regained his strength now, although he looks like a mortal now,... how could he really be a mortal?"

"The gods will not treat their followers badly, but the gods also have the indifference and calmness of the gods..."

"The current self, what qualifications are worthy of the other party's help and rescue?"

"Perhaps in the eyes of Ms. Night, I... am just a waste."

Sebastian sighed slightly.

He knew he had never really had the full trust of the Lady of the Night.

Because he himself has never really given true loyalty to the Lady of the Night.

As a long-lived elf, he has seen too many stories about gods and followers.

And no matter which story, when the gods choose their own family members, the first question they ask is "what do you want to get"...

However, the Lady of the Night never asked.

He didn't believe that an ancient god like Lady Dark Night didn't know this "hidden rule".

He believed even more that the other party had already seen through his thoughts and was waiting for him to bring them up first.

But he dared not mention it.

Follow gods in order to become gods?

Such a snobbish and blasphemous purpose, I am afraid that any god will not approve it?

In history, the followers of those gods were all fanatical believers.

Becoming from God is a gift they have received.

Rather than the direction of their efforts.

Sebastian knew that it was impossible for him to gain Lady Dark Night's approval with this reason.

Therefore, he never dared to take the initiative to tell Ms. Dark Ye why he was loyal to Him.

But he knew that Ms. Dark Ye must have known it already.

However, the gods knew that whether he said it himself or not said it was two concepts.

He is afraid, he is apprehensive, he is worried...

That's why he showed himself in front of Lady Dark Night again and again.

He wants to prove himself through performance, to prove his strength, to prove that even if he doesn't reveal his heart, he still has value to Lady Dark Ye.

He wants to prove that he has the ability to become a god.

He believes that this is a... tacit transaction between himself and the gods.

"Maybe... deep down in my heart, I'm still very proud."

"No...it's not pride, it's arrogance."

"Even if I decide to follow the gods, I always have the mentality that I can eventually follow the gods and become a god, and never feel awe of the gods from the bottom of my heart."

"I am like this, I am afraid I have never really entered the field of vision of Lady Dark Night..."

"Hehe, looking at it this way, I am really a conceited and self-deprecating, proud and inferior idiot..."

Sebas sneered at himself.

He still has a lot of things he can't let go of.

Luna Island, Rose Society, Lost Hometown...

He also wanted to see the higher scenery for himself.

However, he couldn't go that far.

He didn't give his heart.

And when the crisis comes, it will inevitably be abandoned.

The temperature in the wooden house began to rise, and the smoke became thicker and thicker.

Under the serious injury, Sebastian's consciousness became more and more blurred.

In the haze, his vision seemed to be filled with a crimson flame.

A familiar voice sounded in his ear:

"Mr. Sebastian, today you... are really in a mess."

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