A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 253. Chapter 253

In the front hall, the lights are bright.

A huge idol stood on the ground, and the single pupil was swept across by light and shadow.

The black-robed priest stood on the high stone steps, with the feet of the huge idols looking down at the people below, as if looking down on the sentient beings instead of the idols behind him.

The uncomfortable sweet aroma fills the bright front hall, as if it can penetrate deep into the human body.

Under the stone steps, everyone has fallen to the ground and fell asleep.

Every face showed extremely painful expressions.

They seem to be having an endless nightmare, but they can’t wake up from the nightmare, they can only struggle in vain in the dream.

The black-robed priest looked down at the people indifferently, and the corners of his mouth under the shadow rose, and a smile appeared.

From the beginning, he stood here quietly.

He calmly and condescendingly watched everyone fall into the illusion-that is the illusion that can induce the heaviest memory in everyone’s heart, and dig out the illusion that everyone’s heart most fears and desires the most.

Tiny human beings are so vulnerable to the pain in their hearts.

No one can beat himself, even the most brave man in the world will fall in front of him.

They will fall asleep forever in pain, and never wake up again.

Stupid and humble mortal.

Being swayed by so-called feelings, so suffering and struggling.

Stupid.

And he can easily plunge everyone into pain, manipulating their joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

He looked down on sentient beings like a god above.

Looking away from the stupid mortals, the black-robed priest turned around, raised his head, and stared at the tall idol with a fanatical gaze.

Timyat, the great god of all things–

Please grant your devout believers immortal eternal life——

A giant idol with a weird shape but wonderfully soft feeling stands on a huge high platform.

The tail of the idol extended from above, coiled around its one foot, and then the tail end was embedded in the six-diamond altar in the middle of the bluestone platform.

The short pillars with thick arms surround the altar, and the lines carved out of the bluestone slab spread, depicting complex patterns.

The lines are like clouds and waves, forming vortex-like traces, converging the ends of all runes to the center.

In the center of the pattern swirl, the end of the tail of the god statue rises slightly there.

The tail end carved out of the black stone was rolled up, leaving a gap in the middle, as if waiting for something to be inserted into it.

The black-robed priest raised the scepter he had been holding.

That scepter was as tall as a person, and its body was carved from obsidian, and a creature that looked like a snake, not a snake, was wrapped around the stick from bottom to top.

At the top of the scepter, the object opened its mouth to hold up a round sphere.

The sphere seemed to be bluestone, but under the firelight it gave off a metallic texture and luster.

The slender lines are carved on the bluestone ball, coated with a layer of fluorescence, reflecting the fire light, so that the mysterious runes emit a shallow luster because of the light refracted by the concave and shallow grooves.

The black-robed priest raised the scepter cautiously and gently inserted the scepter into the hole rolled out at the end of the idol.

When the scepter was inserted, the end of the tail seemed to move slightly.

With a click, the scepter blended perfectly with the rolled end hole, as if the scepter was supposed to stand there.

Ordinary people can’t see it, but the black-robed priest can faintly see, a trace of gray-black air emerges from the ground, and then, as if attracted, gathers around the scepter.

The strands of gray-black aura quickly spread along the lines on the altar floor.

Gradually, an invisible vortex is formed, spreading around with wind pressure.

The invisible air flow flew away, swaying the hem of the priest’s black robe.

The wide hood slipped from his head, and an old face was exposed to the light.

The snow-white hair was flying wildly in the invisible air current, and two black and cyan rune patterns were on his cheeks, making his face even more weird.

On the face full of wrinkles, only one pair of eyes brightened terribly.

He opened his hands and his eyes were full of enthusiasm.

“Ahhh…I feel your breath…your response…”

The old priest stood beside the invisible vortex, holding his hands high, his expression hot, eyes full of madness.

His groaning and screaming weird emphasis reverberated in the stone hall.

“Tim Yat, the great god of all things.”

“All things will eventually disappear, and when that day comes, it will be the moment when you wake up from your deep sleep.”

The gray-black whirlpool revolved endlessly, getting bigger and deeper, and strands of invisible gray aura escaped from the whirlpool.

They drift away in all directions, they will be scattered around the earth, falling into everyone’s heart, inducing the deepest desires in everyone’s heart, and letting everyone be tempted to turn into slaves of greed a little bit.

Then, without doing anything, the human beings eroded by greed will destroy themselves, together with this continent–

The old priest stood in front of the altar, and the invisible air current caused by the vortex formed in the altar lifted his robes and raised his pale hair.

He stood there like a messenger of God, standing calmly, looking down at the believers who came out from the shadow on one side, bowed their heads deeply and knelt at his feet.

Almost all the believers have already dedicated their flesh and blood for the gods, and only these three, he deliberately kept them until the end.

“This is just the beginning.”

The old priest said,

“We will spread the breath of the great god of all things throughout the earth.”

Bright lights shone from both sides, and huge idols stood behind him, casting dark shadows.

He stood at the intersection of light and shadow, as if surrounded by a mysterious aura.

His hoarse voice surrounded the stone hall and echoed for a long time.

“When humble humans destroy themselves, it is the moment when God wakes up from a deep sleep.”

“The great God will come to the world, bring the end to all things, and bring true eternal life to us.”

The black-robed priest raised his hand and pointed down the steps.

“Go ahead, after many years, the sacrifice chosen by God has returned to the Imperial Front under the guidance of God.”

He said,

“Go and put this sacrifice into the altar.”

The three believers got up, quickly came to the comatose crowd, and brought Huimos to the altar.

When Hiemos was sent to the altar, a strong gray-black aura separated from the whirlpool and slowly spread to Hiemos.

It surrounded Hiemos little by little, permeated him, and breathed into his body, almost blending with him.

The black-robed priest lightly nodded, then looked back at the people below who were still unconscious.

“The King of Aaron Landis…”

Staring at Garlan, the black-robed priest murmured to himself.

“…The bright soul that has never been seen before…must give it to my god.”

Randomly clicked a believer, and the black-robed priest pointed downward.

“Go, servant of God, offer the head of the young king for the great God.”

The believers leaned over and saluted very religiously.

Then he stood up and walked down the stone steps to the boy.

The young man lay quietly on the ground, leaning on his side, his long golden hair spreading out on the stone ground.

The bright lights reflected on his side face, making his slender eyelashes drop rosy shadows on his cheeks.

He closed his eyes, his brows calm.

Amidst the lightly swaying lights, the beautiful young man lying on the floor of the stone hall was like a picture, quiet and beautiful.

The man standing in front of him raised his broad sword blankly.

Cut it down with a sword.

The sharp blade slashed towards the sleeping Garlan’s neck–

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There was a whistle, which was the whistle sound of the car outside the window when it sprinted past, waking up the young man who was working hard.

He turned his head and glanced outside the window. The originally clear night sky dimmed for some time, and a patter of rain hit the window sill.

The cool night breeze blew drizzle in and fell into the house.

The boy quickly got up, walked over and closed the glass window tightly.

Through the window, he looked at the night sky outside.

The whole sky was shrouded in thick black clouds, it was pitch black, no moonlight, no starlight.

He looked out the window, inexplicably lost.

I don’t know if it is an illusion. He always feels that he has seen the endless starry night sky somewhere.

The night sky, the starry sky, is so beautiful.

When he looked up at the starry sky, there were people by his side, more than one person, watching the starry sky with him, listening to the sound of waves crashing under the night sky.

【……do not forget……】

Snap, the rain suddenly became heavy, and the raindrops hit the glass window with a loud sound, awakening the boy from the trance.

He shook his head.

Illusion.

He has never been to the beach, how could he have seen the stars on the beach.

It’s very late, and staying up like this will make his mind more unconscious, he should go to sleep.

The boy thought so, raised his hand and yawned, then turned around to pack his things and go to sleep.

Suddenly, when he raised his hand, his wrist lightened.

Something that seemed to be worn on the wrist broke and fell under his feet.

He leaned down subconsciously and picked up what was under his feet.

What he picked up was a bracelet he had never seen before. Although it was a strand of pure gold, it was no longer as smooth and bright because of time. The silk thread was very rough, faded, and became gray.

The gray-gold strands are wearing a lapis lazuli stone talisman. The stone talisman that is not well polished becomes smooth and round because it is worn and caressed all the year round, but the guard rune carved on the stone talisman is crooked. It looks crude.

A moment of dead silence.

Time stands still at this moment.

Even the rain outside the window was frozen in mid-air.

Patter.

Under the bright light, a drop of water fell on the smooth lapis lazuli rune.

The boy’s eye sockets are hidden under the shadow of his forehead.

The bright light shone on his face, reflecting the shallow water mark on his cheek.

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The man slashed down with a sword, and saw that the cold blade was about to cut off the neck of the young man lying on the ground——

Suddenly, the young man’s eyes closed tightly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the sharp golden color burst out of the shadow of his forehead.

Garlan raised his hand suddenly.

With a sharp sound, the iron-clad cuff on his wrist blocked the sharp sword that struck him.

The blade drew fierce sparks from the wristband and slid to one side.

The ash-gold strands worn on the wrist broke apart, and the chained lapis lazuli amulet fell to the ground.

Gallan stood up abruptly, reached out and grabbed the cultist’s hand holding the hilt of the sword, and twisted it hard.

When the opponent unconsciously let go of his hand because of pain, he grabbed the opponent’s broad sword in one fell swoop.

Then, clenching the hilt with both hands, a sword pierced forward.

The broad sword pierced the man’s chest fiercely. The man opened his eyes wide and showed incredible eyes. He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to catch Gallan, but his body fell backwards unwillingly.

With a bang.

He was lying on the ground with his back up, his pupils dilated, and his broad sword thrust into his chest.

Garlan stood in front of the dead cultist, panting lightly.

While calming the rapid breathing and fierce heartbeat, he raised his head and looked up.

The movement just now has already shocked the black-robed priest who had been standing facing the altar. He turned around and stood on a high platform looking down at him, with a trace of surprise in his eyes, as if he was wondering why he could wake up.

Garlan’s gaze flicked over the black-robed priest and the two kneeling cultists, and then landed on the altar.

The scepter of black bluestone stood quietly in the middle of the altar, as if there was an invisible air current vortex surging around it.

He leaned over and picked up the broken amulet, and took a deep look.

[Gallan, at any time, don’t forget that you are the prince of Aaron Landis and the future king of Aaron Landis. 】

That day, in the bright sunlight.

The voice of King Camos, who put the crown of the prince on his head, seemed to ring in his ears again.

This was the first crude amulet given to Brother Wang when he was still very young.

It has always been worn by his brother Wang, never leaving his body.

Until that day…

Since then, this old talisman has been worn in his hand.

Tucking the broken talisman into his belt, Gallan stretched out his hand and picked up the long sword in front of Kayjos.

“do not worry.”

He whispered to his unconscious knight, “I will end everything and wake you up.”

Holding the long sword tightly, Gallan stood up, clasping the hilt firmly with his fingers.

Moist blond hair scattered from his cheeks, exposing his golden pupils.

He stood there, looking up at the black-robed priest above the altar, with a sharp sword in his hand pointing to the ground.

The young king’s eyes were bright and sharp.

That kind of look actually made the black-robed priest’s heart beat violently.

He has seen such a look.

Many years ago.

That terrible… unbeatable man…

King Camos.

The king who has just reached the sun is accompanied by the scorching sun, and all shadows are invisible in front of him.

All kinds of sorcery and ghost tricks cannot be contaminated.

The lion king who makes all things teach hate and fear.

As far as their eyes were, the followers of the All-Mundance Sect were all shuddering.

And now, he actually saw the same look in the eyes of the young king as the shuddering lion king.

The pupils shrank violently, and the black-robed priest’s originally indifferent expression changed, suddenly sank and became cold.

Can’t let him live.

Never let this young king live!

The black-robed priest showed a cruel expression on his face, and spoke in a cold voice.

“Take the magic medicine, kill him, and sacrifice his flesh and blood to God.”

He gave an order, and the two followers who were kneeling at his feet swallowed the “magic medicine” they were carrying with them without hesitation.

The believer who took the pill first, with a feverish look in his eyes, ran down the stone steps and rushed to the young man who had just walked up the stone steps.

Gallan, who had already stepped on the stone steps, stepped up.

He didn’t walk fast, but step by step, he was unusually smooth.

He always raised his head slightly and looked forward with sharp eyes.

The black-robed priest stood on the high platform, condescending, looking down at Garlan who was approaching him.

“What are you still insisting on?”

He said in a low voice.

A strong fragrance rushed over and filled the stone temple.

The voice of the black-robed priest seemed to permeate people’s hearts along with the fragrance, shaking people’s hearts.

“Fate has long been doomed and cannot be changed. No matter what you do, it will follow the established trajectory.”

In the low voice of the priest, the believer who swallowed the medicine had already violently rushed towards Garlan from above.

Garlan avoided her side.

The cultists who jumped down were too eager to pounce. Seeing Gallan avoiding him, he couldn’t stop trying to stop. He passed Gallan’s side and staggered down a few steps before reluctantly stopping.

He turned around to jump over again.

But just when he turned halfway, a sword light passed by, and his head suddenly flew high, making an arc in the air, and falling below the stone steps.

His body fell suddenly, and the blood sprayed from his neck dyed the boy’s boots red.

“Perhaps as you said, there is a destiny…”

Gallan raised his head, and the golden pupils and the black-robed priest looked at each other for a moment.

The look on his face was very calm, only those golden eyes were surprisingly bright.

“But you can’t just do nothing just because of this.”

He continued to walk upwards, with firm and strong steps.

Every time the blood-stained boots walked up a stone step, a clear blood-red footprint was left behind.

Those amazingly bright golden eyes made the black-robed priest feel uncomfortable for a moment, and he was immediately forced down by him.

He looked at the young man who had reached the middle of the stone steps with a gloomy look.

The cultist standing in front of him roared like a beast, his eyes were red, and he was crazy, holding a broad sword and slammed at Garlan.

Gallan quickly jumped to the side.

The cultist who had become infinitely powerful slashed the stone steps where Garlan had just stood with a fierce sword.

The broad sword was embedded in the stone steps. Just when the cultists wanted to pull it out, Gallan rushed right in front of him, and the long sword in his hand pierced through his brow fiercely. Skull.

The blue veins on the forehead of the black-robed priest jumped abruptly, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes.

He forcibly suppressed the flustered feeling, still standing calmly beside the altar, looking down at Garlan, who was approaching him, with a condescending posture.

“Young king.”

He said, the low voice was like a sigh.

“The chess piece used by the gods, the puppet of destiny, what a sad existence.”

He said,

“Do you want to continue your sad fate?”

He drew out his sword, stretched out his hand, and pushed the body of the cultist in front of him to one side.

Gallan raised his head, he looked at the black-robed priest, and suddenly smiled.

He smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter.”

The black-robed priest’s expression froze. He watched Gallan stepping towards him again, and he was about to walk in front of him. For a while, he could no longer maintain that kind of high posture.

There was anger on his face, and his hoarse voice suddenly increased.

“Your whole life is just being manipulated by the gods! Even so, don’t you care?”

“Yes, it doesn’t matter even that way.”

The boy replied, surely and calmly.

His eyes are as sharp as a sword, and as bright as a morning star.

He did not stop, and continued to walk upward step by step.

That look…

The same look in the eyes of that terrible man…

[Wherever the sun goes, all shadows have nowhere to hide. 】

A trace of panic appeared on the face of the black-robed priest. Unconsciously, he took a step back, seeming to be afraid of the young man walking towards him.

When he realized this, as if trying to suppress the sudden fear in his heart, he sternly said: “King Aaron Landis, what you have done is just futile! You can’t change the established one. Destiny! It will not save anyone!”

Gallan shook his head.

“No, I saved Aaron Landis, saved countless people.”

He answered calmly, and continued to walk calmly towards the priest.

“Whether this is the arrangement of your fate, I have saved countless lives, that is a fact, no one can deny it.”

Can no longer conceal the panic in his heart, the face of the black-robed priest has long lost the arrogance and indifference that seemed like a god not long ago.

He looked at Garlan in horror, and couldn’t understand why the fragrance and the power that God bestowed on him had no effect, and he could only take a step back helplessly.

While retreating, he continued to speak harshly, unwillingly, trying to shake Gallan.

“You will be abandoned, abandoned by the gods-a chess piece like you, when you are completely useless, you will be abandoned by the gods and destiny!”

“Whether it is a chess piece or a puppet, no matter what the truth behind it is, it has nothing to do with me.”

Gallan said that he had already reached the priest’s body.

He stared sharply at the priest’s old and gray face, and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

“I’m just doing what I want to do with my own will.”

Guard Aaron Landis.

Guard the people around me.

Guard this land.

It has nothing to do with the gods, it has nothing to do with fate, it is all my own will.

The black-robed priest looked terrified and staggered back.

“No… it shouldn’t be like this… it shouldn’t be like this…”

He spoke incoherently, his voice hoarse.

“You shouldn’t violate your destiny… God told me… Destiny is already doomed, the demise of Aaron Landis, the end of all things… These are all destiny, destined destiny…”

“You shouldn’t…and you can’t violate the fate…yes, you can’t do this…”

He whispered: “Destiny is so, you can’t…”

A silver-white sword light flicked in the air.

The sword light split the chest of the black-robed priest.

The old man’s pupils suddenly enlarged, reflecting the blood splashing from his split chest.

He had seen it from the sacrifices countless times, but it was the first time that it spattered from him.

He opened his eyes and opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word.

He fell, face up to the sky, and fell into the altar.

The blood flowing from his chest stained the lines on the bluestone slab.

He was not dead yet, breathing quickly with his mouth open, eyes open, and staring at Garlan unwillingly and bitterly.

Garlan glanced lightly at the old priest who fell under his feet.

His eyes flicked past.

Then, he turned around, held the sword in his hand, and walked to the other side.

As he walked forward, blood dripped along the sword in his hand onto the ground he walked on.

Looking at the direction Garlan was going, the priest’s face was suddenly distorted.

His eyes were full of horror, struggling hard on his stomach, and desperately reaching forward, trying to stop the terrible scene.

“No! You can’t do this! No…no—”

In the roar of the old priest’s desperate effort, the fire was shaking, and the light and shadow intertwined in the stone hall.

A huge idol stood in the shadows.

The gray-black whirlpools gathered around the scepter, invisible to ordinary people, shrank together as if they were afraid of something, shaking violently, as if they would collapse anytime and anywhere.

It seemed to be resisting frantically, and in an instant, an invisible air current rushed in all directions in the stone hall centered on the altar.

Garlan stood on the altar, in front of the black bluestone scepter.

Invisible air currents whizzed by him fiercely, surrounded him, raging fiercely, making his long golden hair flying behind him like a cloud.

“I am the king of Aaron Landis.”

“Son of the gods.”

He said that under his flying forehead, Shamash’s runes were like burning flames.

“If there is so-called destiny in this world…”

A white sword light flicked in the air.

With a click.

The black bluestone scepter in the center of the altar was cut by the young king with a sword.

There seemed to be a huge and invisible air current in the hall that exploded all at once.

“I am the destiny!”