The torrential rain poured down, and the sharp-blade-like lightning ripped apart the black clouds in the sky, and the rain as huge as rubble fell from the sky and smashed on the body.
The tall city wall was washed clean by the pouring rain, and the light of lightning was refracted in the gloomy rain screen. The majestic white wall that had been standing for some years gave an inexplicable feeling of whiteness.
A young man knelt down on one knee in front of the snow-white stone wall, his head bowed, the pea-sized rain was pouring down on him as if it was pouring down, and his short pale blonde hair was wet against his cheek, so that wisp of water from The blood that oozes out from the forehead, dyes the temples red, and flows down the cheeks is even more shocking.
He gasped violently, the breath from his bloodless lips turned into white mist in the icy rain, he knelt down on one knee, and grasped the sharp sword that stabbed into the ground with one hand, so that he could barely let himself Do not fall to the ground by the rain.
Even the heavy rain couldn't keep up with the speed of the blood flowing on his forehead. The blood dyed his pale golden hair and the delicate and luxurious golden ornaments on his forehead. drop-shaped gemstone earrings dripped on his shoulders on white clothes. His clothes were supposed to be extremely gorgeous, but at the moment they were soaked by the rain, crinkled against his body, and stained with blood and soil, making him look extremely embarrassed.
The young man gasped violently for a while, his fingers clenched the hilt of the sword stuck on the ground so hard that his knuckles were already pale. Then, he struggled to raise his head.
The rain was so heavy that even the scenery ten meters away seemed to be covered with a curtain of water, and it was hazy and unclear. He half-closed one eye, because blood had flowed into that eye and it hurt.
He saw not far away, a familiar figure walking towards him from the overlapping rain curtain.
A silver snake-like lightning struck down, and the silver-white armor reflected a dazzling luster in the rain. The figure walked along the edge of the lotus pond. The delicate blue lotus flower had been beaten by the heavy rain and fell to the ground. The water has overflowed from the pool.
The dark boots stepped on the edge of the lotus pond, and every time they fell heavily, water splashed everywhere.
The young man knelt on the ground, panting lowly, watching the tall figure walk slowly, standing in front of him.
With his blurred vision, he could only see the gleaming tip of the long sword drooping towards the ground.
"stand up."
He heard the man's low voice coming from above, through the heavy rain curtain.
The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Then, he gritted his teeth hard.
The hand clenching the hilt of the sword worked so hard that his arms were shaking. He gritted his teeth, took his last breath, and staggered to his feet, dragging his uncontrollable body.
He stood, panting heavily, clenching the hilt of the sword with his feeble hands, struggling to raise it in front of him, in a fighting posture, even though he knew in his heart that this act was futile—
That was his last stubbornness.
Even if he died, he didn't want to be looked down upon by the man in front of him.
Countless messy footsteps came from behind, as if many people ran into this back garden, and then stopped abruptly. These people stopped in the distance, no one tried to approach, no one made a sound, they were quietly waiting for the final result.
Because this is a battle that no one is qualified to participate in except those two.
This is a battle for the supreme throne under the witness of the gods.
…
The battle was over in less than a second. There was a crisp sound, which was the sound of the sharp blade hitting, and a long sword with a blood-stained hilt flew out in the rain curtain and slammed into the ground.
The boy whose only weapon left in his hand was knocked out staggered back, slamming his back against the snow-white stone wall.
Then, in the next second, just before he could breathe out a breath—
The silver-white sword broke through the rain curtain.
Cold iron pierced his chest.
The long sword nailed his whole body to the white stone wall, and the terrifying lingering strength made the part of the long sword exposed outside his body trembling slightly and making a subtle humming sound.
The pupils dilated suddenly, and the boy opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. In the gloomy black cloud, another huge lightning struck suddenly.
In the dazzling lightning, at the last second of his consciousness, he only had time to raise his eyes for the last time to see the man who had pierced his heart with a sharp sword.
In the oppressive and blurry rain curtain, he only saw the pair of golden red pupils, like the cruel eyes of beasts lurking in the dark jungle.
Shady and violent, one glance at it makes people shudder from the bottom of their hearts.
…
ended.
again.
…
Yes, again.
He's been killed again!
It was a roar from the soul of the boy who had been killed again and again.
Heymos! You bastard bastard! Wait for me!
I'll be back again
…
… … … … …
That's not a slander, it's the truth, he really can go back again.
Because he still has one life left.
He can do it all over again.
…
The boundless space, shrouded in white mist, has no end in sight, or perhaps no end at all. A small piece of land was suspended in it, surrounded by a transparent film. It was like a huge crystal ball wrapped in white mist. Floating in the mist. In that crystal ball, there is a gray-white continent.
Countless broken stone tablets were erected on it. Although they were all huge, they all collapsed to the ground, or were broken in half, or were erected obliquely. At first glance, they looked like ruins.
Those huge stone monuments like obelisks are imposing, giving people a great sense of oppression. They have obviously experienced a very long time, and the tiny cracks like spider webs are all over them, revealing a vicissitudes and ancient charm. There are countless characters with a mysterious atmosphere on the obelisk, but many places have been weathered, making it difficult to see. Although the carved pattern is rough, it inexplicably gives people a rough beauty.
Surrounded by countless ancient obelisks is a broken altar. I don't know what kind of stone it is made of. It is gray and white, and there are cracks on it, three of which are particularly conspicuous.
This place was originally as if time stood still, and there was no sound at all.
Suddenly, with a click, the altar, which was already full of cracks, cracked again. This crack is bigger than any of the previous cracks, and it slants down from the upper left corner, almost splitting the altar in two, leaving only one end that is barely connected.
"It hurts so much!!!"
A scream suddenly broke the dead silence here.
Just the second after the altar cracked open, the figure of a young man suddenly appeared on the altar.
The young man looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and at the moment was kneeling on the broken altar, his hands tightly covering his heart and a tragic wailing sound.
It hurts, it hurts, it really hurts...
Garlan, who rolled over from the altar, clutched his heart and jumped with pain. That grinning look has completely disappeared from the proud attitude of not being afraid of death in front of that person and everyone not long ago.
…
After all, no one else is watching here, so what is he pretending to be heroic and unyielding.
Heymos! If you win, you win. Is it necessary to make such a ruthless hand
A sword pierces the heart! Pin my whole being to the wall—
It hurts me!
After a while, the pain that remained in his heart finally slowly dissipated, and Garlan was relieved. He exhaled a long breath, scratched his head, and the slightly messy pale blond hair scattered in the corner of his eyes as he fiddled with his fingers.
He sat down on the broken stone steps of the altar, frowning and sighing.
Failed again.
again.
Every time, every time, he was killed by that guy from Heimos. Is he really the so-called Son of Destiny
Shouldn't the son of destiny be destined to return and ascend the throne easily
Why does he die at the hands of that person every time, and be robbed of the throne by that person
…
Garland felt a little tired.
Not long ago, he was just a student busy preparing for the final exam, and his grades were neither good nor bad, so he was desperately clinging to his feet before the exam. Then, in the middle of the night when he was busy reading books, he was inexplicably brought to the ruins of the altar full of obelisks.
Then, he heard a voice.
[The great chosen son, under the witness of the gods, please belong to your destiny...]
The boy who was still writing with a pen in his hand was stunned.
That voice, which seemed to have only one voice and no emotion, reverberated in the whole world. It stands to reason that this scene, in the ruins of this magnificent and magnificent altar, and the light shining down, should give people a very sacred and solemn feeling.
It's like accepting God's edict, which makes people's blood boil.
However, although the meaning of the words was quite solemn and epic, the voice of the words did not express the shocking chant effect at all. When Garlan heard the voice, he felt like there was someone He was reciting the lines with no expression on his face, and the tone of voice didn't even fluctuate at all.
The emotionless voice continued to recite.
[You are the destiny of destiny, you are the son of destiny, you are protected and favored by the gods, when you were born, the gods in the whole heaven were whispering your name...]
Garland: "???"
He grabbed the pen and said with a wooden face, "Speak human words."
[…]
The voice seemed to be choked by him, and after a brief pause, he spoke again. Then, instead of using that kind of religious chant, he started explaining the cause and effect in a very indifferent tone.
Then, Garlan took a moment to figure out the purpose of the voice pulling him to this strange place.
It turned out that he was actually the reincarnation of a great man.
According to that voice, his previous and previous lives were very powerful, and he was the son of destiny in that era.
However, for some unknown reason, he was killed by his brother before he came of age, and the throne that should have belonged to him was taken away. The person who ascended the throne changed, and the trajectory of fate changed accordingly, which made the gods who were supposed to protect the dynasty furious, cast a curse, and finally destroyed the dynasty in the flames of war.
Therefore, as the reincarnation of the Son of Destiny who died in the middle, he has the responsibility and obligation to correct the twisted fate trajectory, win the villain who killed him and usurp the throne, lift the curse of the gods, and complete the previous life. Great work that can be accomplished.
In a word, as the son of destiny, he must regain the throne that belongs to him.
After learning the cause and effect, Garlan thought about it seriously, and then refused.
"I rarely play games, especially strategy games, so I think it's more reliable for you to find other reincarnations, let me go back, and I have to continue preparing for the final exam..."
The emotionless voice sounded again.
"Yes." It said, "Because of the curse of the gods and reincarnation, you will die before you reach adulthood in every lifetime. After you die at the age of eighteen, I will look for your reincarnation."
"!!!"
Garlan felt that his whole person was not well.
"Wait! Didn't you say that I am the son of destiny blessed by the gods? What the hell is the curse? I can't live to be eighteen years old?"
"Children of Destiny who fail to complete their mission will be cursed by the gods."
The voice answered indifferently.
Garland: "..."
"Get ready, I'll take you back now..."
"Okay, Lord Divine Envoy! I will do it, Lord Divine Envoy! Grab the throne, right? Please give it to me!"
After learning that he would not live long after he went back, the boy decisively interrupted the voice with a fearless expression on his face.
Then, his eyes rolled, and his words changed.
"As the so-called Son of Destiny, what kind of golden finger do I have... No, should I have any special treatment compared to ordinary people? After all, you also know that this task is difficult for me who know nothing now. "
"You have five chances to do it all over again."
The voice answered coldly.
"Once you are killed by that fate changer, time will be reversed and everything will start over."
Garland breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the equivalent of being born again.
This kind of feeling is like playing a game, the kind that can't be archived, once you die, you have to start all over again. Maybe the first time is difficult, but if you know the plot in advance and what the opponent will do, then the second time is much easier.
very good.
He thought that it was like playing a holographic virtual game. As long as he defeated the big boss and ascended the throne, he could go back and continue to prepare for the final exam. Moreover, he still has five lives in this game, and he should be able to pass the level easily no matter what he thinks.
…
…
Then, with this thought in mind, Garlan was killed four times by the god-defying life-changer, his brother Heimos.
Every time, he was killed by Heimos himself.
Garland: "..."
Did the gods get it wrong
The Son of Destiny is really me, not that guy from Heimos? No matter how he looks at it, he thinks that guy is the protagonist of the opening.
Just remembering that he was nailed to the stone wall with that guy's sword piercing his heart not long ago, Garlan felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were aching. The pain in the heart was especially severe, as if the sword was still stuck in the heart.
He covered his chest and couldn't help remembering the first time he was burned to death by that person in a sea of fire...
Thinking of the second time, he was pushed down from the sky by the man and fell to pieces...
Thinking of the third time, he was poisoned by the man who fed poison with his own hands...
And the fourth time just now...
What I thought was a Throne Raiders Notebook of a Son of Destiny, who had slaughtered the Quartet and ruled the world for thousands of years, turned out to be a fancy death note for a guy who is said to be, seems, should, and may be the Son of Destiny.
…
At this moment, the Son of Destiny, who has only one last life left, is very sad.