The child only felt that the hand holding him was loose, his body was heavy, and the person had fallen to the ground.
He turned around and stared at the man with his dilated pupils lying on the ground breathless.
The expression in the child's eyes was still gloomy, and he didn't show any fear when he watched someone being killed in front of him, but instead revealed a touch of happiness.
Garlan stepped forward and pulled out the long sword that was inserted into the chest of the believer in the religion of all things.
He flicked the bright red blood bead on the tip of the sword, then turned his head to see the child staring intently at his sword and the dead body on the ground.
Garland 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 his eyes were full of gloom without any smile, and he could even see the deep viciousness in the other's eyes.
It seems that a monster named hatred is lurking in the depths of the child's thin body, growing and growing little by little.
Unable to say why, he was moved.
At this moment, the life of Heimos in the previous lives he had seen in his dream suddenly appeared in his mind.
That's the kind of look in the eyes of the young man who was burned by the fire and in deep pain.
how similar...
Garland let out a small breath.
Only those who have seen too many deaths with their own eyes will be unshakable in the face of corpses...
Indeed, this child should have been caught as a sacrifice, and I am afraid that he has witnessed the cruel scene of many children who bleed to death as sacrifices.
That's why the face of death is so numb and indifferent.
Thinking so, he leaned over and squatted in front of the little boy.
As he leaned over, the little boy took a quick step back.
The child exuded a sense of resistance, even in the face of his savior, not only did he have no gratitude and dependence, but was full of vigilance, staring at Garlan defensively.
It was like a wolf cub who had been seriously injured at the hands of human beings, and who has since become extremely suspicious and no longer believes in anyone.
Garlan thought for a while, but didn't say anything to comfort the other party.
No matter what he says now, it will only arouse the suspicion of the other party.
So, he just 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-eyed little boy glanced at the dirty-looking guy in front of him, his eyes flickering uncertainly.
Maybe this person was deliberately sent by the All-Things Religion to deceive himself, in order to deceive his own trust, so as to get his own…
Thinking like this, the little boy became more defensive.
Yes, everyone can believe it.
However, this is not an opportunity.
If the other party wants to use this to gain their trust.
Then, he can also use this person to take himself out of here.
When he was on the ground, he took another chance, pretended to trust the other party, and then ran away secretly while he relaxed his guard.
Thinking of this, he nodded lightly and agreed.
Seeing him nodding, Garlan took out a dagger from the corpse beside him and threw it to him.
The little boy caught it subconsciously, but seemed to be in a hurry.
He was slightly dazed with the dagger in his hand.
Because he hasn't touched the sword for a long time.
More than a year ago, he was still practicing swordsmanship with his friends every day. If he wanted to become stronger, he could protect... protect...
Clenching the cold hilt and grasping this weapon that belonged to him, the boy's heart was inexplicably calm.
He raised his head and saw that the dusty boy had already stepped forward, so he held the dagger in his arms, trotted a few steps, and followed.
"what's your name?"
The boy asked casually.
"… "
"There has to be a name, otherwise I can't call you when something happens."
"… Novi."
"Novi."
Garlan shouted this untrue name, and he had seen several cult believers appearing from the corner in front of the corridor, rushing towards them.
"Either hide or protect yourself."
The teenager looked ahead sharply and said, "Remember, if you get caught, I can't compromise for you."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Novi to answer, Gallan clenched his long sword and greeted the cultists.
Novi looked at Garlan's back and was a little surprised by what Garlan said just now.
This man... is a little different from what he imagined.
There is no false consolation, and there is no false pretence to say anything that will protect him no matter what.
However, this man's words reassured him more than those sweet, kind words.
Even the so-called blood relatives and subordinates who swore loyalty will betray them because of their own selfish desires.
Putting yourself in danger in order to protect a stranger who has only one relationship with you... It must be something else!
But this person made it very clear that he would only protect himself on the premise of not putting him in danger.
It sounded like some ruthless words, but the other party said it frankly.
Instead, Novozymes felt a little bit more.
At least, not like a lie.
He carefully shrank his body in the shadow of an inconspicuous corner, concealing his existence, while clenching the dagger in his chest, vigilantly paying attention to all the movements around him.
After confirming that there was no danger, he turned his attention to that person again.
The light in the stone corridor was dim, and the oil lamps on the walls were not enough to illuminate the area.
However, the light reflected by the fire on the blade was inexplicably bright.
Novi watched with his eyes wide open as the young man slaughtered the followers of the cult of all things under the sword one by one.
The boy's body is not strong, and it can even be said to be 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 pursuers, but he was not injured at all, and there was a little light in his gloomy eyes.
If he can be this strong...
If only he could become as powerful as this man...
Nobody can be trusted.
Only the strength you have is your greatest support.
He's going to escape.
He's going to be as powerful as this man.
One day, he's going to make everyone terrified of him when he sees him.
One day, he will let all those who betrayed him and bullied him die painfully at his hands!
For this day, even if he lingers, no matter what he has to bear, he will live on—
The child's eyes became darker.
The bottomless abyss slowly emerged from his eyes, and the invisible monster nourished by hatred grew in his heart little by little, becoming hideous and terrifying.
At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of him, startling him, and he slammed the short sword clenched in both hands forward.
Looking up again, he was stunned to find that it was the boy who reached out to him.
The boy smiled at him and said, "Come on, let's go."
It was a face that was obviously covered with dust, black and gray, so that people could hardly see it, but this smile did not make people feel annoying.
Novi looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and grabbed it slowly.
The young man didn't seem to care about his hesitant attitude. He held his hand and walked forward quickly. He seemed to be in a hurry to find something, so he walked so fast that he had to trot to keep up. .
Novi glanced slightly at the other party and held his hand.
It's been a long time since someone held their hand like this... After that day.
Obviously only a short year.
But the touch of the soft hand of the girl who has been holding him gently since he was very young, teaching him how to walk, and carrying 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 boy in front of him.
He thought, maybe this man can really bring him to the ground and get him out.
Just thinking about it, he saw the boy who was walking fast in front of him suddenly stopped.
"Why stop?"
Looking around and seeing no enemy, he couldn't help asking.
"I don't know the way."
Standing in the huge stone corridor, looking at the halls with passages in several directions ahead, Garlan rubbed his temples and said a little distressed.
"This place is too big."
Novi: "… "
"Where should I go?... Well, just go as you feel."
Novi: "..."
Can this seemingly unreliable guy really take him out
Novi felt as if he had been fooled.
…
…
The dark corridor is empty.
Someone was walking in the stone corridor at a very fast pace. The dimly lit stone corridor was winding and winding, and it was endless. Only the footsteps of one person echoed in it.
Although Heimos walked quickly, his face was not good.
At this moment, his eyes were indescribably gloomy, and there was a faint anger struggling in the depths of his eyes, which seemed to be torn out at any time.
Even though he was not injured, his expression seemed to be enduring some great pain, and there was even a faint sweat oozing out of his forehead.
He almost forgot the past...
The memory that he had buried deep in his mind, refused to recall, and forced himself to forget, was forcibly awakened by that hoarse and strange voice at this time.
And... I don't know if it was his illusion.
Since entering the stone corridor, there has always been a very faint fragrance lingering around.
But if you hold your breath and smell it carefully, you can only smell the damp smell with a bit of decay in the ground, and you can't smell any aroma at all.
But when I continue to walk forward, I can still vaguely feel a little fragrance...
Has the sanity started to go haywire
Heimos pressed his sweating forehead and couldn't help thinking like this.
no.
Hurry up.
... get out of here quickly... find Garlan quickly...
When reciting the name silently, the deep anger in Heimos's eyes was slightly suppressed, and his eyes became clearer.
Taking a deep breath, he quickened his pace again, and with his own feeling, ran up the winding stone corridor.
After running for a while again, he finally saw the end.
At the end of the stone steps extending upward, a stone gate stands there.
Perhaps because of being in the claustrophobic environment for too long, Heimos felt that his consciousness seemed a little blurred.
Ruo Ruowu's scent reappeared beside him...
He shook his head to wake himself up.
He didn't realize that the sweat oozing from his forehead had grown to the point where he pressed a strand of wet forehead hair to his cheek.
His breathing was also much faster and heavier than usual.
With a dizzy mind, Heimos stepped up, almost unable to think, just instinctively wanted to destroy everything that blocked him.
With a slash of his sword, he slashed the stone gate in front of him heavily.
The cracked stone door fell down with a bang, and he stepped into the door.
The originally dark sight suddenly became brighter, and the crimson fire swayed in front of him, as if it was burning his head, causing him to have a splitting headache.
The aroma that was originally vague suddenly became richer at this moment, surrounding him.
When he inhaled this 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 as heavy and stiff as stones at this moment, and Heimos knelt on the ground weakly.
He was breathing rapidly, and his blurred vision could vaguely see 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, but it was not the case. There seemed to be an invisible force in the dark, just like a fragrance that was both at the same time and absent, guiding him without a trace, and lured him here.
He knelt down on the ground, everything in his sight had already shaken, and even the firelight had dimmed a little bit.
it's painful.
But not physical pain.
That's something more unbearable than physical pain.
The 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 again and again.
…
On the huge altar, the bluestone slabs are spread out in the center.
Mysterious patterns are carved on it, and they stretch out on the black-blue slate.
Dark night sky, a crescent moon.
But the moonlight was blood red like blood, giving people a creepy feeling for some reason.
The lines carved on the black cyan slate are blood red, not painted with paint, but blood flowing from the disk in the center along the surrounding lines like a thin stream, filling the lines on the altar slate. blood.
The smell of rich blood spreads here.
The bodies of more than a dozen children were thrown across the edge of the altar.
Their empty eyes stared at the blood-red meniscus in the sky, and the bodies that had been drained of blood were abnormally pale.
The lines in the black-cyan altar stone slabs are already filled with their blood.
There is only a little left, as long as there is a little more blood, the blood can flow all over the lines on the edge of the altar.
Heavy breathing sounded rapidly in the altar, and someone slumped on the ground.
However, that was not the last child to be sacrificed.
A believer in the religion of all things in black cyan robes slumped on the ground, his eyes widened in horror, as if a devil was standing in front of him, his face was distorted by fear, like a ghost.
His fingers dug into the ground fiercely, his pale lips trembled, and a whimper almost forced out of his throat.
His pupils, which had been dilated to the limit of what a living person could reach because of fear, trembled, reflecting the scene in front of him.
The young boy stood on the altar. With a wave of his hand, the dagger in his hand pierced the eyes of a man under his feet, piercing his head.
The splattered blood stained half of his cheeks and dyed his jet-black hair red.
The boy's eyes were frighteningly ruthless, revealing his ferocity.
Beside him were dozens of corpses scattered all over the place—all of them killed by him.
The man who was slumped on the ground saw with his own eyes that the young child who was supposed to be the last sacrifice was about to have his throat slit, and the blood-like red light burst out from the bottom of his eyes.
He went mad in an instant.
Then, the suddenly deranged child killed everyone present.
Yes, everyone, he will be killed soon too.
Still warm blood flowed out from under the corpses beside the boy, soaking the boy's brown bare feet in them.
The boy who killed one person again turned his head and his eyes fell on him.
The man gasped.
Can't say why.
His hands were shaking, his body was shaking.
It was obvious that the other party was just a young child, but his gaze was trembling, making him tremble uncontrollably.
The boy's blood-stained feet stepped on the ground, one step at a time with blood-red footprints, like a god of death from hell, walking towards him step by step.
Like a frog stared at by a poisonous snake, he slumped on the ground, unable to move.
He opened his eyes wide and stared at the boy.
Maybe it was the extreme fear, or maybe it was stimulated by the scene of the tragic death of his companions at the hands of the boys, and he suddenly giggled.
"You can't escape..."
He said in a hoarse voice.
His eyes were wide and empty, staring straight at the blood-soaked boy walking towards him.
He giggled, and his laughter was eerie, and his face was terribly contorted.
"...you have been branded as a sacrifice to the Mother of All Things..."
On the skin of the boy's back waist, there was a brand that was scalded with a soldering iron, dipped in paint, and painted into bright red runes.
A rune symbolizing the religion of all things.
"Hehe, you can't escape... you can't escape..."
"You have so much blood on your hands... it's our blood, it has seeped into your body and has become one with you... forever..."
"You will be one with us..."
The blood on that body reflected the moonlight, like a terrifying blood light shrouded the young child.
The dagger in his hand pierced the heart of the man who kept talking.
"You can never escape..."
The believers of the Taoism who fell in a pool of blood smiled grimly, their eyes like the eyeballs of dead fish, staring at each other intently.
"Even if you fail this time... but one day... one day... the great god will guide you back to the imperial front again..."
There was blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he kept talking.
He made a final high-pitched cry before dying.
"You are the chosen sacrifice... You are destined to sacrifice all your flesh and soul to the great God of all things!"
The last word fell, and the believer stopped breathing.
He stared straight at the boy with eyes so wide that they almost split, weird and terrifying.
The boy fell to his knees.
In the eyes of others, he had also madly killed everyone just now, and his thin shoulders were trembling uncontrollably.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, as if he was about to breathe.
Clang, the dagger fell to the ground.
The boy knelt on the ground, looking at his hands, shaking hands, blood-stained hands.
He slowly closed his eyes and clenched his hands that were stained red.
The blood-red moonlight fell on the extremely desperate face of the boy kneeling on the ground.
…
…
The painful... childhood memories that he didn't want to recall eroded his mind, as if the pain of the young child at that time was once again imprinted on him at this moment.
Heimos knelt on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead.
There seemed to be a huge black hole in the body that was expanding a little bit, trying to swallow him up.
He tried hard to keep himself awake, but he couldn't beat the aroma that surrounded him and made his mind gradually drift.
His whole body seems to be falling into darkness little by little...
At the last moment, he reached forward unconsciously.
As if asking someone for help.
… Garland.