A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 247. Chapter 247

The child only felt that his hand was loosened, his body was heavy, and the person had fallen to the ground.

He turned around and stared at the man whose pupils were dilated and fell to the ground breathlessly.

The look in the child’s eyes was still sullen, watching someone killed in front of him without any fear, but showing a touch of pleasure.

Garlan stepped forward and drew out the long sword inserted in the chest of the believer of the All Things Sect. A fountain of blood gushed out and quickly stained the bluestone ground.

He shook the bright red blood bead on the tip of the sword, and then turned his head to see that the child was staring at his sword and the dead body on the ground.

Gallan was startled.

Because he saw a smile on the lips of the child staring at the dead body.

The child’s face seemed to be smiling, but the eyes without a smile were all cold, and he could even see a deep and vicious color in the eyes of the other person.

There seems to be a monster named hate lurking deep in the child’s thin body, growing and growing little by little.

Unable to tell why, he moved in his heart.

At this moment, it suddenly appeared in his mind that the life of Huimos in the previous lives that he had seen in his dream.

That was the look in the eyes of the young man who was burnt half of his body in deep pain.

How similar…

Gallan let out a sigh of relief.

Only those who have seen too many deaths with their own eyes will not waver when facing dead bodies…

Indeed, this child should have been captured as a sacrifice. I am afraid that he has witnessed the cruel scene of many children bleeding and dying as sacrifices.

That’s why facing death is so numb and indifferent.

Thinking about this, he leaned over and squatted halfway in front of the little boy.

As he leaned over, the little boy took a step back quickly.

The child was full of resistance, even in the face of his savior, not only did not have any gratitude and dependence, but was full of vigilance, staring at Garlan defensively.

It was like a wolf cub who had been seriously injured in the hands of a human being near death, and since then became extremely suspicious and no longer trusts anyone.

Gallan thought for a while, and didn’t say anything to appease the other party.

No matter what he said now, it would only arouse the suspicion of the other party even more.

Therefore, he only said one sentence.

“Follow me, I want to go out, I can take you out by the way.”

Can’t believe it.

No one can believe it.

The gloomy little boy glanced at the gray-headed and dirty-looking guy in front of him, his eyes flickering.

Maybe this person was deliberately sent by the Cult of All Things to deceive himself, in order to deceive his trust and get what he has…

Thinking like this, the little boy became more prepared.

Yes, everyone can believe it.

However, this is not an opportunity.

If the other party wants to use this to gain his own trust.

Then, he can also use this person to take himself out of here.

When he was on the ground, he found another chance, pretending to trust the other person, and then secretly ran away while he relaxed his guard on himself.

Thinking of this, he nodded lightly, expressing his agreement.

Seeing him nodding, Galan took out a dagger from the dead body on the side and threw it to him.

The little boy caught it subconsciously, but looked a little frantic.

He held the dagger slightly in a daze.

Because he hasn’t touched the sword for a long time.

Obviously more than a year ago, he was practicing swords with his little friends every day. He wanted to become stronger and could protect…protect…

Grasping the cold sword hilt and holding this weapon of his own, the boy’s heart was inexplicably settled.

He raised his head and saw that the young man covered in dust had already stepped forward, so he held the dagger tightly in his arms, trot a few steps, and followed.

“what’s your name?”

The boy asked casually.

“…”

“There must be a name, otherwise I can’t call you when something happens.”

“…Novi.”

“Novi.”

Gallan shouted this name, which he didn’t know whether it was true or false. He had already seen several cult believers emerge from the corner in front of the corridor, rushing towards them.

“Either hide, or protect yourself.”

The boy looked ahead sharply and said, “Remember, if you are caught, I can’t compromise for you.”

After finishing speaking, before Novi could answer, Gallan held the long sword and greeted the cultists.

Novi looked at Garlan’s back and felt a little astonished at what Garlan had just said.

This person… is a little different from what he imagined.

There is no consolation of false feelings, and there is no pretending to say anything that will protect him anyway.

However, this person’s words made him feel more at ease than those nice words.

Even so-called blood relatives and subordinates who have sworn loyalty will betray because of their own selfish desires.

In order to protect the stranger who has only one side relationship, and put yourself in a dangerous situation…it must be a different plan!

But this person made it very clear that he would only protect himself without bringing him danger.

It sounds ruthless, but the other party speaks frankly.

Instead, it gave Novozymes a bit.

At least, it’s not like a lie.

He carefully shrank his body in the shadow of an inconspicuous corner, concealing his existence, while holding the dagger tightly to his chest, vigilantly watching all the movement around him.

After confirming that there was no danger, he turned his gaze to the person again.

The light in the stone gallery is dim, and the oil lamps on the walls are not enough to illuminate this area.

But the light reflected by the firelight on the blade is surprisingly bright inexplicably.

Novi opened his eyes and watched that the young man slayed several followers of the Cult of All Things one by one under the sword.

The boy is not strong, even slightly slender, but he is as agile as a cheetah, much stronger than Novi imagined.

Novi looked at the young man who quickly killed all the chasers, but he was not hurt at all, a little light came out of his gloomy eyes.

If he can be so strong…

If he can also become as strong as this person…

No one can be trusted.

Only the power you possess is your greatest support.

He wants to escape.

He wants to become as strong as this person.

One day, he wants everyone to see himself and fear it.

One day, he will let all those who betray him and insult him die in pain in his hands!

For this day, even if he lingers, no matter what he bears, he has to live–

The child’s eyes grew darker.

The bottomless abyss slowly poured out from under his eyes, and the invisible monster nourished by hatred grew stronger in his heart, becoming hideous and terrifying.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of his eyes, shocking him, and he slammed forward the dagger that he was holding tightly in both hands.

Looking up again, he was surprised to find that it was the young man who reached out to him.

The boy smiled at him and said, “Come, we are gone.”

Obviously it was a face covered with dust, black and gray so that it was almost invisible, but this smile did not make people feel annoying.

Novi looked at the hand extended to his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and slowly grabbed it.

The young man didn’t seem to care about his hesitating attitude. He held his hand and walked forward quickly. He seemed to be anxious to find something, so he walked very fast, so he had to trot to keep up. .

Novi glanced lightly at the other party and held his hand.

It’s been a long time since anyone held his hand like this…after that day.

Obviously only one short year.

But since he was very young, he has been gently holding him, teaching him how to walk, and the touch of the soft hands of the girl who took him forward seems to have been a long, long time ago, and he is almost forgotten…

Novi raised his head and looked at the back of the young man in front.

He thought, maybe this person could really take him to the ground and rescue him out.

Thinking like this, he saw the teenager who was walking fast in front of him and suddenly stopped.

“Why stop?”

Looking around, he couldn’t help asking without seeing the enemy.

“I don’t know the way.”

Standing in the huge stone corridor, looking at the halls with passages in several directions in front, Gallan rubbed his temples, and said a little bit distressed.

“This place is too big.”

Novi: “…”

“Where should I go?…Well, just go as you please.”

Novi: “…”

Can this guy who doesn’t seem reliable at all really take him out?

Novi felt like he had been fooled.

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The gloomy promenade is empty.

Someone was walking in the stone corridor at extremely fast pace. The dimly lit stone corridor was winding and endless, and only the sound of one person’s footsteps echoed in it.

Although Huimos walked fast, his face was not good.

At this moment, his gaze was indescribably gloomy, and there was a vague sense of hostility struggling in the depths of his eyes, as if it would tear out at any time.

Obviously there was no injury on his body, but his expression seemed to be forcibly enduring some great pain, and there was even a faint sweat oozing out of his forehead.

He almost forgot the past…

The memory that had been buried deep in his mind, refused to recall, and forced himself to forget, was forcibly evoked by the hoarse and weird voice at this moment.

And… I don’t know if it was his illusion.

From the moment he entered the stone corridor, there was always a very light scent lingering around him.

But if you hold your breath and smell it carefully, you can only smell the moist odor with a bit of rotten smell under the ground, and you can’t smell any fragrance at all.

But when I continue to move forward, I can feel a faint fragrance again…

Has the sanity started to become unclear?

Huimos pressed his sweating forehead and couldn’t help thinking like this.

no.

Go faster.

…Get out of here quickly…find Garlan quickly…

While reciting the name silently, the deep hostility in Hiemos’ eyes was slightly suppressed, and his eyes became clearer.

Taking a deep breath, he quickened his pace again, relying on his own feeling, ran up the winding stone corridor.

After running for a while, he finally saw the end.

At the end of the stone steps extending upward, a stone gate stands there.

Perhaps because of staying in a claustrophobic environment for too long, Hiemos felt that his consciousness seemed a little fuzzy.

If Ruowu’s scent appeared next to him…

He shook his head to make himself sober.

He didn’t notice that the sweat oozing from his forehead was already so much that he pressed a strand of wet forehead to his cheek.

His breathing is much heavier than usual.

His mind was dizzy, Heimos stepped up, almost unable to think, but instinctively wanted to destroy everything that hindered him.

With a sword drawn, he severely split the stone gate in front of him.

The cracked stone door crashed and fell, and he stepped into the entrance.

The originally dark vision suddenly became bright, and the scarlet firelight dangled in front of his eyes, as if it was burning his head, causing him to have a splitting headache.

The scent of Ruoyouruwu suddenly became rich at this moment, surrounding him.

When he inhaled the fragrance, his body gradually became weak.

With a bang, the long sword in his hand fell on the bluestone floor with a crisp crashing sound.

His hands and feet became heavy and stiff like rocks at this moment, and Heimos knelt on the ground weakly.

He gasped quickly, his blurred vision vaguely saw the carvings on the bluestone slab under his feet.

…A familiar rune pattern used for sacrifice…

The flames flickered around, and he suddenly understood.

He thought that he was choosing the path forward based on his feelings. In fact, it was not. There seemed to be an invisible power in the world, just like the fragrance of the same time and occasion, guiding him without a trace and lure him here.

He knelt on the ground, everything in his line of sight was shaking, and even the light of the fire dimmed a little bit.

painful.

But it is not physical pain.

That is something more unbearable than physical pain.

That piece of memory that he had tried so hard to forget at this moment seemed to be forcibly pulled out of his mind by an invisible force, and played back in front of his eyes time and time again.

…

On the huge altar, bluestone slabs are spread out in the center.

Mysterious lines are carved on it, spreading out one by one on the black and blue stone slab.

The dark night sky, a crescent moon.

But the moonlight was blood-red like blood, giving people a creepy feeling inexplicably.

The lines carved down on the black cyan stone slab are blood red, not paint, but blood flowing from the middle disc along the surrounding lines like a thin stream, filling the lines on the altar stone slab. Blood.

The strong breath of blood spreads here.

The bodies of more than a dozen children were thrown on the edge of the altar.

They stared at the blood-red crescent moon in the sky with hollow eyes, and the blood-drained bodies appeared abnormally pale.

The lines in the black and blue altar slabs are already full of their blood.

There is only a little bit left, as long as a little more blood, the blood can flow all over the lines on the edge of the altar.

Heavy breathing sounded quickly in the altar, and some people slumped on the ground.

But that was not the last child who was about to become a sacrifice.

A believer in the cult of all things in a black and cyan robe sat on the ground, his eyes widened in horror, as if a devil was standing in front of him, and his face was distorted by fear, like a demon.

His fingers dig into the ground fiercely, his pale lips trembling, and a whimper almost forced out of his throat.

His pupils, which had been enlarged to the limit that a living person could reach because of fear, trembled, reflecting the scene in front of him.

The young boy was standing in the altar. With a wave of his hand, the dagger in his hand pierced the eyes of a man under his feet and penetrated his head.

The splattered blood stained half of his cheek and dyed his jet-black hair red.

The boy’s eyes were terrifying and fierce.

Beside him are dozens of corpses-all corpses killed by him.

The man who was paralyzed on the ground saw with his own eyes that this young child who was supposed to be the last sacrifice had a bloody red light burst out of his eyes at the moment his throat was about to be slit.

He went mad in an instant.

Then, the suddenly crazy child killed everyone present.

Yes, everyone, he will be killed soon.

The still warm blood ran out from under several corpses beside the boy, soaking the boy’s brown bare feet in them.

The boy who had killed another person turned his head and his eyes fell on him.

The man breathed.

Can’t tell the reason.

His hands are shaking, his body is shaking.

It was obvious that the other party was just a young child, but his gaze was trembling, and he couldn’t stop shaking.

The boy’s blood-stained foot stepped on the ground, step by step, blood-red footprints, like a death god from hell, walking towards him step by step.

Like a frog stared by a poisonous snake, he slumped on the ground, unable to move.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the boy.

Perhaps it was the extreme fear, or perhaps the mental breakdown was stimulated by the tragic death of his companions one by one under the hands of the boy, and he suddenly giggled.

“You can’t escape…”

He said in a hoarse voice.

His eyes were wide open and empty, staring straight at the boy who was walking towards him covered in blood.

He giggled, his laughter was weird and his face was distorted badly.

“…You have been branded as a sacrifice to the Mother God of All Things…”

On the skin of the boy’s back waist, there was a brand that was hard and hot with a soldering iron, dyed with paint, and painted in bright red runes.

A rune symbolizing the teaching of all things.

“Hehe, you can’t escape…you can’t escape…”

“You have so much blood in your hands…that is our blood. It has penetrated into your body and merged with you…forever…”

“You will be one with us…”

The blood in that body was shining in the moonlight, as if a terrible layer of blood was shrouded in this young child.

The dagger in his hand pierced the heart of the man who kept talking.

“You will never escape…”

The believers of Wanwujiao who fell in a pool of blood smiled sullenly, with eyes like dead fish’s eyes, staring at each other intently.

“Even if it fails this time… But one day… One day… The great God will guide you back to the Imperial Front…”

There was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he was still talking.

He made the last high-pitched cry before he died.

“You are the chosen sacrifice… You are destined to dedicate all your flesh and blood and soul to the great God of All Things!”

The last word fell, and the believer stopped breathing.

He stared at the boy with almost split eyes, strange and terrifying.

The boy knelt on the ground.

Just now he madly killed everyone who looked like a devil in the eyes of others. His thin shoulders were shaking uncontrollably at this moment.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, as if he was almost out of breath.

Clang, the dagger fell to the ground.

The boy knelt on the ground, looking at his hands, shaking hands, hands stained with blood.

He slowly closed his eyes, and clenched his hands that were dyed red.

The blood-red moonlight fell on the extremely desperate face of the boy who was kneeling on the ground.

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The painful… unwilling to recall the childhood memory eroded his mind, as if the pain of the young child at that time was once again branded on him at this moment.

Huimos knelt on the ground, his forehead was already dripping with cold sweat.

There seemed to be a huge black hole in the body that was expanding little by little, trying to swallow him.

He tried his best to keep himself awake, but he couldn’t beat the fragrance that surrounded him and made his mind gradually trance.

He seemed to be falling into the darkness little by little…

At the last moment, he unconsciously stretched his hand forward.

It’s like asking someone for help.

…Gallan.