A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 252. Chapter 252

Gallan was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly, a drop of cold water dripped from the tip of his wet hair on the tip of his nose.

Click it, so he wakes up.

He fixed his eyes and found that the black-robed priest was still walking down the stone steps unhurriedly.

Even, the other party didn’t seem to speak at all.

The people around him just watched the black-robed priest vigilantly, including Huimos who was next to him, without any reaction.

It’s like… they didn’t hear the words of the black-robed priest at all.

From beginning to end, he was the only person who heard what the other person said.

Frowning a little, and squeezing the sword in his hand, Gallan stepped towards the black-robed priest.

He felt that he didn’t need to waste time, so he could just get rid of the priest directly, and then burn down the altar here, and everything was over.

But at this moment, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

When the scent lingered around him, it seemed to drive away the bloody odor that had just contaminated him.

He was in a daze, his body suddenly became unstable, swayed, and he couldn’t help but knelt on the ground on one knee.

Strange… the body doesn’t listen.

The scent was originally faint, but later it became richer.

Garlan’s heart tensed, and quickly turned back, and then found in amazement that the knights behind him and Xia had fallen to the ground at some point.

Everyone except him has fallen into a coma.

clatter.

Patter.

A light tapping sound came from above, and Gallan turned his head back and looked up.

The priest of the Cult of All Things walked down the stone steps step by step. The bottom of the scepter he held in his hand tapped the stone slab one by one, making a light tapping sound.

Although the sound was not loud, it was particularly clear in the silent front hall at this moment.

He knelt on one knee, only to feel the aroma.

That kind of feeling, as the priest walked step by step, the aroma would come in bursts.

From the very light at the beginning to the very rich at the back, all the thick bloody smell in the apse separated by only a thin veil was driven back.

The entire front hall was enveloped by this strange fragrance, the fragrance surrounded him, as if it was infiltrating his body little by little, making his consciousness gradually become trance.

The whole body seemed to sink into the soft cotton wool, soft and warm, and the body was extremely comfortable.

The mind gradually emptied.

Don’t think about anything, do nothing.

As a result, the whole person became relaxed and lazy.

The bright light in the line of sight dimmed a little bit, as if the warm breath of bathing in the sun surged up, enveloping him…

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

His forehead was scattered in front of his eyes, and a deep shadow fell to cover his sight. Gallan, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn’t hold on anymore and leaned over to the ground.

The golden hair spread out on the stone ground, and the boy fell into a deep dream.

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“West Asia.”

In the groggy, he heard a gentle voice calling his name.

The person who called him held him with soft hands.

The courtyard bathed in sunlight is very quiet, he closed his eyes and nestled in that warm embrace with nostalgia.

“West Asia, you have to grow up quickly.”

The girl who embraced him looked at him softly, and said with a chuckle, “You are the prince of Kanal, you have to become strong quickly and protect Kanal well.”

I will.

Sister Wang.

I will grow up, I will become stronger, I will protect you, protect Kanal.

The child answered like this in his heart.

But in an instant, the quiet courtyard shattered like foam.

The endless flames of war ignited on the originally prosperous land.

He stood blankly in the Snow White Palace, listening to the heavy iron hoof sounding on the land of Kanal.

He saw countless corpses falling down in the war-spreading city. The flames burned the city and the blood stained the earth red.

He saw the tall tower, the snow-white tower bright to the extreme in the sun.

The whistling north wind brought a bloody breath in the distance. She lifted the girl’s long skirt standing on the top of the tower, and her face was covered by the flying golden hair.

“Sister Wang, don’t leave me.”

The little child begged, and tried hard to reach out to the figure.

Catch her.

he thinks.

Hold her tight, he wants to go with her to Father Wang and Brother Wang, he doesn’t want to be left alone.

However, just when his hand was about to grab the corner of the opponent’s clothes.

The girl jumped.

The long golden hair spread out in the bright sky, and his desperately stretched out hand caught it.

With a bang, the girl’s body hit the ground heavily.

The smashed flesh and blood splashed out at the moment he landed, splashing his face over his head and face–

The little child stood there blankly, staring blankly at the flesh and blood on the ground that was no longer visible.

…

“She left you behind.”

A low voice suddenly rang in his dull ears.

“no……”

He subconsciously wanted to refute.

“She left you alone in this world, she ran away, but left you alone to face a cruel future.”

“It’s not like this!”

He roared, hoarse.

But the retort he tried hard looked more like he was hiding his inner shake.

“It’s not like that… She was to protect me… To keep me alive, that’s why—”

“She is free, and all the pain is borne by you.”

“no……”

The little child shook his head, tears welled up from his eyes.

He is unwilling to admit it.

But this is the fact.

That voice dug out the darkest part of his heart, his deep resentment.

I don’t know when it will start, but he can’t help thinking about it vaguely.

He was left behind by his relatives, and he was forced to struggle in the world alone and endure all the suffering.

Why is he?

he thinks.

Why is he going to endure the torture?

“Prince of Canal.”

The deep voice continued to ring in front of him.

He stood on the spot, raised his tear-stained face, and looked forward in a daze.

On the high altar, priests in black and blue robes stood on the stone steps and stood calmly.

He looked down at him in a condescending posture.

It’s like a god looking down on the tiny beings, cruel and ruthless.

He said: “Canal’s demise has long been doomed.”

“Already…destined…”

If everything is doomed.

What is his struggle so far?

The child stood blankly, his eyes silent a little bit.

“That is its destiny, and also your destiny.”

… the head of the father king raised high by the flagpole…

…… The silver spear pierced his chest, Wang brother who fell unwillingly……

Under the snow-white tower, the shattered sister Wang…

…I was displaced… In the end I was betrayed, surrounded by countless Gasdad people…

Also, the cruel things he suffered…

Those scenes seemed to be staged in front of his eyes again.

That is destiny.

Someone told him so.

Kanal’s destiny, his destiny, the destiny of everyone is already doomed.

The black-robed priest’s low and low voice echoed in his ears.

“Fate will never change.”

Therefore, all his struggles are in vain.

His so-called persistence is nothing but joy and jokes in the eyes of the gods.

The child stood blankly.

The surrounding lights were bright to the extreme, but there was no gleam in his eyes, all thoughts were extinguished, and only darkness remained.

…He tried to resist fate, so he was punished like this…

In a trance, he seemed to be back to the past.

On the white tower, he was standing, and the wind whizzed past him.

His sister Wang was by his side, holding his hand and showing him a gentle smile.

Then, take a leap.

Sister Wang took him by the hand, took him with her, and jumped down from the high tower.

Destiny is so.

There is nothing to resist.

He is destined to go to ruin with his family and his kingdom.

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The bright light illuminates the entire front hall, and also illuminates the face of Huimos.

Staring fixedly at the robe priest on the high platform, an undisguised killing intent appeared in his eyes.

Holding the sharp sword in his hand, he took a big step and walked straight forward.

Three steps in two steps, he quickly climbed the stone steps and rushed to the priest in the robe.

Cut it down with a sword without hesitation.

The blade easily split the body of the priest in the robe, cutting his whole person into two pieces.

The blood splattered onto Hiemos’ face and fell into his eyes.

The scorching heat pierced his eyes with a dull pain, making him close his eyes subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes again, the originally bright environment suddenly dimmed.

Everything in front of me changed.

His people stood on the ground, bloody moonlight falling all around.

Under his feet, countless corpses lay in this open-air altar bathed in blood-red moonlight.

The dagger in his hand dripped with blood.

He is still very young.

The young child stood in the center of the altar, and the carved black cyan slate with him as the center stretched out indefinitely, and hundreds of dead corpses stretched out infinitely in all directions centered on him, with no end in sight.

He stood alone in the sea of blood on the corpse mountain, staring blankly at everything in front of him, looking at his bloody hands.

He killed so many people.

His hands were stained with blood from so many people.

After a daze, a priest in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

“You are the one chosen by the god of all things, come and give your life and soul.”

The low voice was unusually bewitching.

He reached out to him.

“Come on… and become one with the great god.”

He took a step forward.

When the black-robed priest raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, he stabbed the dagger in his hand into the opponent’s body with no expression on his face——

Suddenly the sky was spinning, and the scene in front of me collapsed.

In a blink of an eye, he was already in the palace.

Suddenly he heard a clanging sound, he raised his head subconsciously and saw a sharp arrow hit the fire plate on the pillar hard.

The copper basin fell from the sky, caught off guard, and the burning coal fell on him.

With a bang, the flames ignited violently, and the tongue of flame quickly ignited half of his body along the pitch-black liquid covering him.

The flames burned and swallowed him.

The crimson flames burned his skin and flesh and blood alive, and almost burned his bone marrow–

He was mad with pain, but he could only watch his body burn.

He saw his appearance in the mirror.

He sat on the huge and icy throne with this half of his body, which he himself felt was so ugly, and looked down at the people who were kneeling before him tremblingly.

He is alive, but as if dead.

…

“That is your destiny.”

The familiar hoarse voice rang in his ears again, awakening Heimos abruptly.

He did not know when he had already knelt on the ground on one knee, grasping the hilt with both hands, supporting his body with the long sword.

He was panting violently, his forehead was already dripping with cold sweat.

The sharp pain of his body when he was burned alive by the flames, and the heart-wrenching pain of living with his incomplete body seemed to remain in his body.

But his eyes were still sharp, and no amount of pain could shake him.

Huimos raised his eyes, looking coldly in the direction of the sound.

“From the beginning, you have been chosen by my god.”

Under his feet, the upper body that was cut off by him was right in front of his eyes.

The black-robed priest whose body has been broken is still alive strangely.

Most of the other party’s face was still hidden under the pitch-black hood, and he could only see the other party’s lips constantly opening and closing, and constantly talking to him.

“Merge into one with the great God, dedicate your body and soul to our God, dedicate everything, and let the great God of all things descend into the world-that is your destiny.”

The other party sighed groaningly.

“You can’t escape, you have the imprint of God on you…”

The sharp sword pierced through the head that was still talking.

Huimos pierced the opponent’s head with a blank face.

“I don’t care how you pretend to be a god, if you can’t kill you once, I will kill you second, third, countless times, until I completely kill you.”

He stood up and drew his sword.

Then he smashed the still-talking head with one foot.

But the moment he smashed that head with one foot, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

The stone palace disappeared in front of his eyes, and the surrounding area suddenly became a fighting battlefield.

He heard the familiar sound of horse hooves stepping on the ground, galloping across the ground.

In the dark night, flames burned in the city, illuminating the night sky.

Countless sharp arrows flew in the flames like rain.

Houses were set ablaze, and people screamed in the fire and fled around.

The Aaron Landis cavalry in black and red armor and the Gastad cavalry in white armor fought fiercely in the dark, and the impact of the blades echoed under the night sky.

They were surrounded by the Gasdads and jammed in a square in the city. One after another Aaron Landis cavalry was beheaded by the Gasdad cavalry.

Huimos saw Garlan on the battlefield. The boy was guarded by many Aaron Landis cavalry, fighting hard with everyone.

The armor and golden hair on the young man’s body were stained with blood.

When Hiemos saw Garlan, he suddenly felt his hands move by themselves.

He raised a strong bow in front of him.

Bend the bow and shoot the arrow.

The direction of the arrow pointed straight to where the blond boy was in the night.

A huge sense of panic surged from his body, and he tried his best to drop the strong bow in his hand, but his body completely violated his will at this moment.

It seemed that an invisible powerful force had controlled him and asked him to lift an arrow towards Garlan in the distance.

stop!

He desperately wanted to stop all of this, but no matter how he struggled, his hands steadily opened the bow, and the arrow pointed forward.

His hand pulled the bowstring to the limit where it was almost torn apart.

The sharp arrow pointed at Garlan’s back in the battlefield.

stop–!

No one could hear the roar in his heart.

There was a hum.

The arrow broke through the air.

A long arc was drawn in the night sky, and then it pierced through Garlan’s back heart fiercely.

The boy fell from his horse and fell to the ground.

The golden hair sank into the mud, and blood poured out from his chest, staining the earth red.

The pupils suddenly dilated, and Heimos stood there blankly, hands and feet cold.

The noise of the battlefield seemed to be far away from him at this moment, and the whole world fell into dead silence.

It seemed that the moment the boy closed his eyes, his heart froze.

He killed Garlan.

He personally…

“That is destiny. You and him are twins of destiny.”

The hoarse voice whispered in his ear, surrounding him.

“When you live, he will die in your hands.”

“impossible……”

“He will die because of you.”

“Do not……”

“You know it’s true, you can feel it, it’s the truth.”

“…shut up………”

“Between you, there is always someone who will die because of the other.”

“shut up!”

That voice echoed in his ears, proclaiming the cruelest prophecy.

“You will never be able to coexist in the world!”

Destiny is so.

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When he was conscious, he felt that someone was pinching his jaw. The force was so great that he almost thought that his jaw was crushed like this.

The cold liquid poured into his throat and flowed into his body, and the poison|drug ignited clusters of flames in his body.

The internal organs seemed to be burned by the flame, almost making people feel unhappy.

His wildly waving hand grabbed the shirt of the person in front of him forcefully.

Opening his eyes, his breath choked.

He saw those golden-red eyes, familiar and strange.

The man who forcibly poured the venom into his mouth stared at him, his eyes like the vertical pupils of a poisonous snake, cold and cruel.

…Himos…

The severe pain made his body tremble with pain, and he opened his mouth with difficulty, but his throat corroded by the poison made no sound.

Suddenly it went dark, and then it lit up again in a blink of an eye.

Everything around has changed.

The cold rain hit his face. He opened his eyes and mouth, but couldn’t breathe.

The throat was pinched tightly.

His feet were empty, hanging in the air, and the pain of suffocation made tears ooze from the corners of his eyes.

Below him is a great sky.

The man stood on the edge of the high attic platform, pinching his throat with one hand and holding him high in the sky.

Then, the hand was released.

He fell from a high altitude.

Instinctively, he stretched out his hand, wanting to ask for help from the man in front of him who had killed him.

Don’t know why, he always felt that this person should grab his hand and hug him tightly.

But the man just stood there, looking down at himself with gloomy eyes.

After all, his hand did not grasp anything.

He fell heavily from the high cliff.

At the moment he landed, he was surrounded by flames. He was in a sea of flames, and the flames were endless, like a prison in which he was imprisoned.

He lay on the ground, the heat wave rolled, wave after wave hit.

The smoke was full of smoke and the ignited dust made him almost unable to breathe.

He was lying helplessly alone in the sea of fire, and the dust choking in his throat gradually blurred his consciousness.

In the blurred vision, he saw a familiar figure standing outside the sea of fire.

He saw the man staring straight at his violent gaze, poisoned, full of resentment and killing intent.

At this moment, there was a sudden rainstorm.

The fire disappeared in an instant.

He saw the man with blood-red eyes strode towards him, his bitter evil spirit almost enveloped the whole world.

He opened his eyes and watched the man raise the sword in his hand and pierce it fiercely into his chest.

The pain of piercing the heart swept across the whole body from the chest, the pain almost made people go crazy——

…

“Are you willing?”

The young man lay quietly on the ground, the patter of rain soaked his golden hair.

The rain mixed with blood and water flowed from under him.

The sharp sword piercing his chest nailed him to the ground.

He was about to die, looking blankly at the rainy sky.

“Being killed again and again, forced to go through all this… are you willing?”

Of course not reconciled.

I had to leave my hometown where I grew up and came to such a strange place.

Alone.

No matter how hard I struggled, I was killed again and again.

Why does he have to bear all this?

“This is fate, it was destined from the beginning, and no one can change it.”

Do not.

The gods let him come here just to change his destiny.

He came back after dying again and again, just to change everything.

“Do you really think so?”

That voice made a low laugh.

“Don’t you ever think that bringing you here and experiencing death again and again, this is the original destiny?”

… the original fate?

wrong.

He changed the fate of many people, and he saved many lives.

“Nothing has changed. What you call change and salvation is the established track.”

The voice that surrounds his ear carries a deep sarcasm.

“You can’t change the established trajectory-like the lion king, fate wants him to die there, so you can’t save him.”

“You can’t save someone who is destined to die.”

The pupils of the boy who had been lying quietly on the ground shrank violently.

[I have saved countless people, but only…I can’t save the person I want to save the most. 】

Excessive blood loss made his lips pale. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his lips trembled slightly, after all, he couldn’t say anything.

He lay on the ground, staring at the sky blankly.

The long black and cyan pendulum flicked past his eyes, and the black-robed priest did not know when he appeared before his eyes.

He stood beside him, looking down at him.

“Son of the gods?” The black-robed priest said with a chuckle, “No, you are just a chess piece in the hands of the gods, just a puppet dragged by the thread of fate, and every move can only follow the established trajectory.”

He is just… a pawn in the hands of the gods?

“This is the destiny.”

If everything is doomed, then what is the point of him coming into this world and enduring the pain of dying again and again…

Heart-piercing pain struck one after another, making people unhappy, and blood was flowing under him.

He seemed to be able to feel a little bit of life passing from his body.

His body gradually became cold, his consciousness became fuzzy a little bit, sinking, sinking into the bottomless abyss…

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Suddenly a gust of wind whizzed past, blowing the open window with a soft clang.

The young man, who had been lying quietly on the desk and sleeping, suddenly woke up.

The light is on in the room, and the light tube emits a soft and bright light, illuminating the room like daylight.

He was surprised to find that he was lying on the desk, half-written test paper unfolded in front of him, still holding a pen in his hand.

Strange… how could he be here?

Do not.

No, he was here.

Why does he have the illusion that he shouldn’t be here?

Sleepy?

His mind was dizzy and painful, the boy dropped his pen and rubbed his temples.

It’s probably because I stayed up until midnight every night in order to cope with the exam during the recent period. I was really tired.

He thought with a wry smile.

Halfway through the question, he fell asleep directly on the desk.

He yawned and stretched out his stiff limbs. He got up and went to the living room, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of cold soda.

He raised his head and drank a few sips, the cool stimulus made his mind a little clearer.

The boy was holding a water bottle and standing in front of the refrigerator with his head tilted, his eyes revealed a bit of confusion.

Speaking of which, when he fell asleep just now, he seemed to have a long dream.

Not only is it long, it is also very strange.

But I can’t remember the specific content…just vaguely remember that his experience in the dream was not very good.

He seemed to have been killed by someone, and more than once.

Moreover, in the dream, he seems to have lost a person who is very important to him… Even if he can’t remember who that person is, as long as he thinks about it, there is a faint feeling of anxiety in his heart, which makes his chest tight. Uncomfortable.

The boy shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling.

forget about it.

Why should I think about things that are uncomfortable?

Since it is a nightmare, forget it.

He rubbed his head vigorously again, and couldn’t help complaining.

It’s miserable enough to stay up late to cope with the exam, why is it so miserable to even have a dream?

Pour down a bottle of soda to drive away the sleepiness that entangles him. When he walked back to his room quickly, he casually glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall.

But perhaps because the lights were not turned on in the living room and the clock was hidden in the dark, he could not see the time with a casual glance.

He didn’t care either, he sat back at his desk, picked up his pen and once again immersed himself in the half-doed examination paper, completely forgot about the strange dream.

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Forget about it.

It’s just a dream, a nightmare that makes you painful.

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