A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 254. Chapter 254

With a click in the pupils of the black-robed priest’s sharply dilated pupils, the black bluestone scepter towering in the air was cut with a sword.

The vortex formed by the invisible gray-black fog surrounding it violently shrank into a ball, and exploded with a bang.

The gray-black mist that was so dense that it could be materialized to the naked eye disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared in this world.

At the same time, huge and invisible air currents violently spewed out in all directions, shook several oil lamps hung on the stone pillars violently, and then fell to the ground with a snapping sound and shattered to pieces.

The flames that burned hot with the oil falling on the ground only rose for tens of seconds, and when the oil burned out, it was extinguished on the cold stone ground.

The chopped stick head fell to the ground, and the round sphere on the stick head fell off from above.

It rolled a few times on the altar, and rolled before the eyes of the black-robed priest.

The old man tilted his head, his eyes staring desperately at the rolling stick head stone ball, hooked, almost protruding from his eye socket.

He pulled his throat and made a hiss like a hole in a bellows, and stretched out his hand desperately, apparently trying to grab it.

Completely ignoring his actions, the blood gushing out from his chest, he exerted his force to the point where the veins on his forehead were violent.

Just hold it…

Hold… he might still live…

The stone ball… contains the last trace of power that the great mother goddess left on the earth before he fell asleep.

That bluestone ball is the treasure of all things teaching.

Long ago, the founder of Wanwujiao got this treasure before dying due to an accident and survived. Later, he felt the weak divine power remaining in the bluestone ball, and with the help of divine power, he founded the religion of all things.

From generation to generation, the religion of all things has grown and grown, because of their sacrifices, the sleeping god of all things is waking up little by little.

But in this generation, the hateful King Camos led the army to bloodbath their main priest’s place, slaughtering the noble high priest and countless believers.

As the only remaining high priest of the Cult of All Things, he fled with the Supreme Treasure, and went to hide at the border between Aaron Landis and Kanal.

Under the guidance of Zhibao, he found this ancient temple built underground to worship the goddess of all things in ancient times.

He discovered that this underground stone hall seemed to be the birthplace of the treasure.

After that, he stayed in this underground temple, patiently gathered the followers around, gathered the scattered remaining forces, and rebuilt the Sect of All Things again little by little.

Then, he secretly allowed the forces of the Sect of All Things to infiltrate Aaron Landis silently, attempting to accomplish the feat of destroying Aaron Landis that the high priest failed to succeed and throwing the mainland into the flames of war.

It’s just that he didn’t think of it anyway.

He failed.

If the high priest died in the hands of King Camos many years ago, now he is about to die in the hands of Aaron Landis’s new young king.

Do not!

He will not die! He could accomplish a feat that the high priest could not achieve.

When the destruction of Aaron Landis failed, he sacrificed the flesh and soul of thousands of loyal followers here for more than a year.

Today is the last time, the last step.

Obviously, as long as today’s sacrifice is successful, the power of the god of all things will penetrate the earth.

But-damn it-why did that young king break into here today?

Why can he not be influenced and tempted by the power of the great God?

[If there is so-called destiny in the world, then I am destiny! 】

The scene of the young king cutting off the scepter flashed across his mind, and the eyes of the old priest froze.

An indescribable sense of fear in his heart spontaneously.

…No, it won’t…God gave him guidance…Aaron Landis will surely perish, and the mainland will surely perish because of the war…

And he will not die.

He knows, he can feel it.

He shouldn’t die here.

The religion of all things will flourish on the war-torn continent, and will become a behemoth that no country dares to offend easily in the future.

He will be the high priest of the Cult of All Things, with countless lives in his words, even the prince of a country dare not offend him easily.

That is his future, the future guided by the destiny!

Yes.

It should be.

Therefore, he will never die here!

As long as you grab the treasure, which according to legend saved the life of the original bishop of the Sect of All Things, then you can definitely take him–

The old priest strenuously stretched out his hand, trying to hold the stone ball that was slowly rolling towards him.

Just a second before his fingertips were about to touch the stone ball.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out and picked up the stone ball from the ground.

The hand was still stretched forward firmly, and the eyeballs that the old priest almost bulged out of his eye sockets followed the stone ball and moved up from the ground a little bit.

Blood was flowing under him, his mouth was open, but he could only make a little gurgling sound.

He stared at the stone ball that might save his life, opened his mouth, stared, stretched out his hands, and swallowed his last breath.

The priest of the religion of all things, the future bishop of the religion of all things.

This terrible figure who should have made waves on the continent in the future, caused countless wars, stirred up countless blood and blood, and plunged the entire continent into endless darkness, but at this moment, in a place no one knows, quietly Died deep underground.

The religion of all things, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, also ended at this moment with his death.

With long golden hair flying behind him, standing in front of the deadly black priest, Gallan didn’t bother to look at it, but looked down at the stone ball he had just picked up.

The cyan sphere is smooth and round.

It seems to be stone, but it reflects the luster of metal under the firelight.

It is unclear whether the slender lines are natural or artificially carved with cold fluorescence on the spherical surface. When you look at it, you will be unconsciously attracted by the fluorescence, and the interlaced runes form wonderful patterns. It’s as if you can suck all your soul in.

Gallan was in a daze, and then immediately awoke again.

When he looked at the stone ball again, he suddenly saw a gray-black mist rising from the bluestone ball. The gray mist twisted into one strand, seeming to be dragged, drifting diagonally forward.

Gallan looked in that direction.

After the altar, in front of the huge idol, a tall diamond pillar stood at the foot of the idol.

His body was tied to the stone pillar by ropes, and Hiemos lowered his head.

The dark forehead was scattered in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes and was still asleep, but the corners of his eyes were closed tightly, occasionally twitching slightly.

Even in his drowsiness, his lips were pressed tightly.

The lip was originally thin, and it was like a straight line as soon as it was pressed tightly, and it was so pale that there was almost no blood.

He was tied to the stone pillar at the foot of the god like a sacrifice to the god.

The gray-black mist that floated from the bluestone ball drifted straight toward Hiemos, and Garland could vaguely see that Huimos was enveloped and surrounded by gray-black mist.

The mist penetrated into Hiemos’ body little by little.

…No, it is more like that the mist is actively infiltrating into Heymos’ body, it is more like that Heymos attracts the mist into his body…

Seeing the gray-black mist surrounding Hiemos, Garlan’s heart jumped inexplicably.

It suddenly occurred to him that it was the same in previous lives.

From the beginning, from a long time ago, Huimos was chosen to be the sacrifice of the god of all things.

And the sufferings that Huimos went through when he was very young, time after time, and finally fell into the dark life… All of them were planned and guided secretly by the Teaching of All Things… Finally, they were driven into desperation…

Gallan grabbed the bluestone ball in his hand and suddenly let go.

The bluestone ball fell to the ground, and just about to roll away, the sharp sword fell from the sky and stabbed it heavily.

Stone ball has a meal.

Click.

A crack opened from the place where the stone ball was pierced by the sword tip. Then, the crack spread rapidly along the surrounding area. In a blink of an eye, the stone ball was covered with cracks like a spider web.

With a few more clicks, the bluestone ball burst into several petals, and then, those petals split again, and instantly shattered into countless rubble.

Glancing at the shattered bluestone ball, Garlan turned around and walked quickly to the towering stone pillar.

As soon as he approached Hiimos, the thick gray-black mist that originally surrounded Hiimos shook violently, and moved away from the direction he approached to the sides.

Seeing this scene, Garlan pondered for a moment.

He stretched out his hand, and wherever his fingers went, the mist spread out like he was afraid of something.

Huimos lowered his head, his dark forehead strayed messily, and a deep shadow fell on his cheeks.

The handsome face was covered with a shallow mist, as if a vague evil intention escaped from it.

The corners of his closed eyes had a blade-like hostility.

The eyelashes on his face are very long, very thin and sharp, as if they can stab everyone close to him.

Gallan suddenly felt distressed.

Everyone believes that the black knight is so powerful that no one can defeat it.

He knows how fragile the person in front of him is when facing things about him.

Garland stretched out his hand to stroke Heimos’ side cheek.

When his fingers touched the blood-stained brown skin, the gray-black mist surrounding Heimos quickly moved back down Heimos’ head.

In an instant, the face that was looming in the mist suddenly became clear before his eyes, and he could almost see the traces of the other’s slender eyelashes.

The corners of the closed eyes suddenly relaxed slightly, becoming softer.

It was like the ferocious wolf who was still in a hostile spirit a second before suddenly became docile.

The young man who was still asleep even rubbed his hand with his cheek unconsciously.

Gallan was startled, then couldn’t help but smile.

He took a step back and waved a sharp sword in his hand.

The ropes that bound Huimos were cut by him with a single sword.

Losing the bondage of the rope, Hiemos’ body fell forward naturally.

Garlan raised his left hand and caught Heimos who had fallen forward.

“You said to yourself, how many times have you been rescued by me?”

The boy turned his head, looked at Heimos who fell on him, raised his eyebrows and said.

Huimos fell on him with his head hanging on his shoulders, so that handsome face was especially close to him, and Garland could almost see the traces of the extremely thin dark eyelashes.

“never mind.”

He said, “Who told me to say it a long time ago will protect you. If you say it, you have to do it.”

When I was very young, I said that I will protect you.

I will never let you go on a path that was almost self-destructive in previous lives.

In this life, I am here.

I will guard you to the end.

…

“Prince!”

A familiar shout came from behind, and Gallan knew who was calling him without turning his head.

As long as Kaihuos got up in a hurry, he would miss him and call him the prince.

He was still holding Huimos, and when he looked back, he saw that Kayjos, who didn’t know when he woke up, was hurriedly running towards him.

Behind Kaihuos, a group of knights were also awakening one after another and stood up.

Okay, it looks like they are all awake.

Garlan thought, and then glanced sideways at Heimos who was leaning against him.

“Why don’t you wake up?”

He muttered quietly.

“Do you want to kiss you like Sleeping Beauty before you are willing to wake up?”

As soon as the boy’s words fell silent, the head leaning on his shoulder suddenly leaned forward.

Unprepared, he was kissed by the thin lips that suddenly came close to him.

“Prince!!!”

Kayjos’s shout came from behind.

The golden pupils suddenly widened, before Gallan could react, she was suddenly picked up by her waist.

He was held by Huimos and turned half a circle.

Then, with a bang, a huge boulder fell from the sky and hit the place where he was just standing.

The whole earth shook violently, the stone temple was shaking, the huge stone pillars slanted to the ground, and countless broken stones rolled down.

The giant idol at the front of the stone hall began to crack from the stone ball held by the hand, and the crack quickly spread to the entire stone statue.

Gallan only had time to look at the cracked idol for a moment, and his body suddenly rose into the sky. He was hugged by Huimos.

“It’s collapsing here, go!”

Huimos said to Kehos who came running.

Then, he hugged Garlan and rushed outside quickly.

The huge idol instantly collapsed and shattered, and fell forward violently, smashing the altar under its feet and its followers to pieces.

When it completely collapsed, Huimos and Kaihuos had already rushed out of the hall.

Amid the rumbling of the collapse and the falling gravel, the corner of the boy’s mouth tightly held in Huymos’s arms twitched.

Wait, what about the sleeping beauty?

What about the strong sleeping beauty who can run away holding the prince?