A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 46. Chapter 46

In a trance, as if dreaming.

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The body sinks endlessly…falls…like falling into the abyss…

Finally, when did it stop falling.

The boy opened his eyes.

The pale golden hair stained with blood scattered around his brown cheeks, and the golden pupils reflected the endless blue sky.

Ah, the bright sky…

…………Huge stone statue…………

Thin water sprinkled on his hot face, chilling.

The water sprayed from the fountain splashed into the water of the pond with white lotus flowers in full bloom.

He saw the warm and beautiful face of the stone statue of the star goddess Isdar, and the water that slipped from her hand fell into the fountain. She looked down at him, full of compassion.

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The body is very heavy, as if it has lost all its strength.

He climbed the stone wall of the fountain pond with one hand before he barely got up.

At this moment, his mind was very confused, as if there were countless fragments of memory flying in it, making him unclear where he was and what he was doing.

He saw a long sword that had been discarded under his feet. The sharp blade had broken apart, and even the hilt had cracked.

He leaned against the fountain basin, turned his head, and saw his face in the clear water.

It was the face of a young, but sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

With a brownish complexion, a gold ring embedded with amber gemstones is worn on his forehead, and light gold hair is scattered in front of his eyes.

He looked at his hand, the tiger’s mouth was cracked, and blood was still bleeding slowly.

Suddenly noisy footsteps came from outside, as if many people were rushing in here.

He turned around.

Not far away, those two huge golden arches were entwined with green olive leaves and intertwined to form an arch.

A tall black figure came from there.

The boy’s pupils shrank sharply.

A sense of fear came out of his body uncontrollably.

An extremely dangerous cry sounded sharply in his head, urging him to quickly escape from the person.

However, the body has been exhausted to the extreme, and his hands and feet are already too heavy to move.

He could only stand barely leaning on the fountain basin, and watched the man walk up to him.

The breeze swept across the dark brown cheeks of the young man, and lifted up the black hair that seemed to be the darkest night in winter.

When the forehead moved slightly, the shadow of the forehead that fell on the man’s eye socket also moved slightly.

It was clearly golden eyes with a flame color. At this moment, under the bright sunlight, it seemed that even a little glimmer could not get in.

The shadows dangling in the pupils dyed those eyes like an abyss.

He stared at the young boy without a trace of temperature, like the most cruel winter, quenched with poison, with the cold and cold air like a king cobra, that kind of coldness can almost penetrate into his bones.

The man stood there, motionless, just staring at him like that.

The young man leaned against the fountain pool behind him, breathing slightly, his vision was a little blurred.

He could only vaguely see that a dozen people came in behind that person, fanning around him.

“You have already lost.”

Someone is talking to him like this.

He tilted his head slightly, and saw a man in a light blue shirt faintly in his vague vision.

…That’s…Heymos’ confidant…

“So please stop struggling ugly.”

The man in blue said in a slightly mocking tone, “Prince Garland, how much do you maintain your dignity as the royal family of Aaron Landis?”

At this time, under this situation, perhaps only this person can speak in this vicious tone as always…

The boy thought so in a trance.

struggle?

He really didn’t have the strength to struggle anymore.

Just standing with his body in this way was his last insistence.

he thinks.

This time, he lost again.

The brown hand reached out to him and took his head.

He could clearly feel the slight tingling sensation when the rough fingers rubbed his cheek, as if to remind him that what was waiting for him was another death.

He has no power to resist.

In the next second, the young man was heavily pressed on the fountain pond, his lower body was still standing, his waist pressed against the fountain pond, but the upper body was pressed backwards, and the golden hair sank into the fountain pond in this instant.

The mouth of the white bottle was against his lips, a hand was pinching his chin, and he forcibly squeezed his mouth open with the force that almost crushed his jaw.

The cold liquid poured into his forced open mouth.

He raised his head, looked at the bright sky, and the compassionate gaze of the goddess who looked down at him…

The drops of water falling from the stone statue of the goddess splashed on his face, cold, like tears from the eyes of the goddess…

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The cold liquid poured into his throat, but like a ignited flame, it burned violently in his throat.

Wherever it passed, there seemed to be hot flames burning.

The hand that was holding him loosened, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The young boy’s slender body curled up tightly on the ground, and he closed his eyes in pain.

His lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood, and they were shaking, but they couldn’t make any sound, as if they couldn’t breathe.

He firmly grasped his chest with both hands, and cut out bloodstains on his neck and collarbone.

His whole body was trembling with pain.

No one spoke, at this moment, everyone was silent.

They silently watched the last moments of the young prince who was about to die.

Even the man who has always been known for his poisonous tongue was silent at this moment, just watching with a complicated expression.

Their loyal master stood in front of them, looking down at the young man trembling with pain at his feet. No one could see the look in Heimos’ eyes at the moment.

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The consciousness is disappearing a little bit…

My vision is blurry.

That’s good, in this way, I can’t feel the pain that seems to have countless flames licking and devouring the flesh and blood in his body…

…He died in this man’s hands again…

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pain.

It hurts…

But no one can talk.

No one is there anymore… no one by his side is anymore…

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In the quiet courtyard, there was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps, like someone hurriedly coming from outside.

Then, when it approached, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

The sudden stop of footsteps restored this courtyard to deathly silence.

The young man opened his eyes slightly, and under his drooping eyelashes, he saw the familiar figure through the thin eyelashes.

The tan, slightly curly long hair was draped over his shoulders, and his burly tall body was wrapped in a long robe. His vague vision could no longer see the person’s face, but could only vaguely see the person’s eyes.

The man looked down at him with indifferent, insensitive eyes.

Just standing there coldly, condescendingly looking down at him who was dying.

…Xiemuer…

you are right.

[You can’t beat Hiemos. 】

I lost again.

you are right.

I can’t beat him.

I have been annoyed, I have been very unwilling, why do you want to betray me, why do you want to leave me.

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You just made the right choice.

The trance consciousness finally dissipated completely, and darkness fell before his eyes.

The teenager lying on the ground closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

The wet blond hair pressed against his cheeks, and the blood oozing from the corners of his lips was still running down his pale cheeks.

He is dead.

The throne will belong to Hiemos.

Suddenly a strong wind blew in the sky, and the wind swept across the pool water, causing deep wrinkles, and the white lotus swayed in the wind, as if it was about to fall in the waves.

There was silence at this moment between heaven and earth.

The wind also blew through the slightly curly hair of Xiemur who stood motionless.

I don’t know how long it took, Hiemos turned around and started to move forward.

He passed Xiemur, who was standing behind him, and then stopped again.

The priest who had been standing still finally moved.

He stepped forward, walked to the dead young prince, leaned over and knelt on one knee.

He reached out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the pale face that was still a little childish.

However, his fingers stopped a second before they were about to touch the opponent’s cheeks, and were stagnant in the air, as if an invisible barrier was blocking his hand.

After a long time, the fingertips hovering on the boy’s cheek trembled slightly, and finally fell.

The blood oozing from the corners of the boy’s eyes, nostrils, and lips stained Xiemuer’s fingertips.

Xie Muer knelt on the ground, bowed his head, there was still no expression on his face, his eyes seemed to have lost all their luster, leaving only a dead silence.

“Finally don’t hide it anymore, Xiemur.”

The man in blue sneered and said.

“You are loyal to His Highness Heimos, but you have been secretly helping Prince Garland. I really thought I didn’t know? If it weren’t for you, this weak prince would not be able to last so long. Tsk, it cost us so much. A long time.”

For a long time, this Sheemur surrendered to His Highness Huimos in name, but secretly helped Prince Garland to escape the trap he set up with great effort time and time again.

He really didn’t understand. It was obvious that this person was carrying the name of a traitor on Prince Gallan’s side, and was despised by everyone there, so what was the reason for doing this.

He even faintly detected that Sheemur was secretly plotting things that were unfavorable to His Highness. It’s just that this person is too cautious, he can’t catch his feet.

This time, he managed to transfer Xiemur away from the royal city with great difficulty, and was able to successfully arrange the killing game against Prince Gallan.

At the moment, he was a little proud.

He and Xiemuer grew up together, and he kept fighting against them secretly, but always more or less lost to Xiemuer.

Now, he finally won once.

He mocked: “Xiemu’er, as a priest of Shamash, you do something that violates the doctrine and tramples on your oath. What qualifications do you have to serve Shamash—”

The words stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation.

The blue man’s throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, and his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

The sudden cry of tears caught his words, and he opened his mouth, showing incredible eyes.

The others were petrified at this moment, sluggish in place.

The priest kneeling on the ground was crying.

The priest of Shamash, who was used to showing people with indifference, fortitude, as if he never knew what feelings were, at this moment, before the crowd, wept bitterly.

His neat robe was now stained with dirt, and it was crumpled and scattered on the ground.

His original clean hands held the dead boy tightly, and his palms were full of blood and dust.

The wet blond hair mixed with blood stained tightly against his cheek.

The tears falling from his eyes fell on the pale face of the young man.

It seemed that he had abandoned it for more than 20 years…or it was the human emotion that he had sealed in the depths of my heart for more than 20 years. At this moment, all of them broke out.

Tear him to pieces.

Let him lose control at this moment.

He held the dead boy in his arms tightly, as if he had lost everything, and cried bitterly as if he had completely collapsed.

The man in blue was taken aback and caught off guard.

Having known Xiemur for so many years, he has never seen this person’s face change much.

Unexpectedly, the first time I saw it, it was so out of control.

“Xiemuer, you, you are…”

He didn’t know what to say for a while, and for the first time in his life, that clever tongue was knotted.

“He is dead, you admit your mistake… well… as long as you admit your mistakes, I will help you intercede, so that His Highness Huimos will not hold you accountable, as long as you help Your Highness well in the future, I will…”

He was talking a little stubbornly, when suddenly he heard a clang.

It was the sound of a sharp blade unsheathed.

He turned his head and saw that his young master had pulled out a sharp sword from his waist.

The snow-white blade that was out of the sheath reflected the cold light in the sun.

The man in blue was taken aback, and then quickly stepped forward to stop him.

“Wait a minute, Your Highness.” He said anxiously, “Xiemuer’s talent and Wu Yong have always been equal to me. It’s a shame to kill like this. Please give me some time, I will persuade him to surrender you… …”

“It’s useless.”

The low voice interrupted the man in blue and pushed him away with one hand.

Huimos said, “You can’t persuade him.”

The cold golden-red eyes stared at Xiemuer’s back. Even under the bright sunlight, his eyes had been sunk in the deep darkness.

The light does not enter, the shadow follows.

He said: “Since you are loyal to him, accompany him to the kingdom of the dead.”

The sharp sword dropped its head, and a cold light flashed in the air.

Huimos didn’t even turn around.

He just stood sideways like this, and stabbed back while holding the long sword.

The sharp blade penetrated the back of Xiemur’s heart.

The drop of red blood rolled from the point of the sword that had penetrated his chest, dyeing the pale eyes of the young man in his arms.

Huimos pulled out the sharp sword and inserted the blood-stained blade into the sheath.

He strode forward without looking back.

The black cloak flew behind him like an unfolding night.

The man in blue followed his master away, but at the end, he couldn’t help but glance back.

The wind passed through the courtyard, passing the brown hair that the priest draped on his shoulders.

Under the stone statue of the goddess Isdar, the dead priest knelt there, guarding the prince who seemed to sleep in his arms.

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[You can’t beat Hiemos. 】

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So, it’s up to me.

I will protect you.