In the pupils of the black-robed priest suddenly enlarged, with a click, the black bluestone scepter towering in the air was cut off by a sword.
The vortex formed by the invisible gray-black mist surrounding it shrank violently into a ball, and with a bang, the whole thing exploded.
The gray-black mist that was so thick that it could be substantiated to the naked eye disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared in this world.
At the same time, the huge and invisible air flow violently spewed out in all directions, scraping the several oil lamps hanging on the stone pillars and shaking them violently a few times, and then fell to the ground with a slam and shattered.
The flames that burned hot with the oil that fell to the ground only rose for dozens of seconds, and when the oil was burned out, it was extinguished on the cold stone ground.
The severed head of the stick fell to the ground, and the round sphere on the head of the stick fell off from above.
It rolled a few times on the altar and rolled in front of the black-robed priest.
The old man turned his head sideways, his eyes staring desperately at the rock ball that rolled over, so straight that it almost protruded from his eye sockets.
He hissed like a holed bellows at his throat, and stretched his hand forward desperately, apparently trying to grab it.
Completely disregarding his actions, blood spurted out of his chest, and he tried so hard that the veins on his forehead burst out.
Just hold it...
Hold... he might still live...
In that stone ball... contains the last trace of power that the great Mother Goddess of All Things left on the earth before she fell asleep.
That bluestone ball is the treasure of the religion of all things.
A long time ago, the founder of the religion of all things got this treasure before dying because of an accident, and survived. Later, he felt the weak divine power remaining in the bluestone ball, so he founded the religion of all things with the help of the divine power.
From generation to generation, the religion of all things grew and grew, and because of their sacrifices, the sleeping god of all things awakened little by little.
But in this generation, the hateful King Camos led his army to bloodbath their sacred place, slaughtering the honorable high priest and countless followers.
As the only remaining senior priest of the religion of all things, he fled with the treasure in a hurry and hid at the border between Aaron Landis and Canal.
Under the guidance of the treasure, he found this ancient temple built underground in ancient times to worship the mother goddess of all things.
He found that this underground stone hall seemed to be the birthplace of the treasure.
Since then, he has stayed in this underground temple, patiently gathering the believers around, gathering the scattered remnants, and rebuilding the religion of all things bit by bit.
Then, he secretly let the power of the religion of all things infiltrate into Aaron Landis silently, in an attempt to complete the feat of destroying Aaron Landis and causing the continent to fall into war that the high priest failed to succeed.
It's just that he didn't think about it anyway.
He failed.
Just as the high priest died at the hands of the King Camos many years ago, now he is about to die at the hands of the new young king of Aaron Landis.
Do not!
He will not die! He looks to be able to accomplish feats that no high priest can do.
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 permeate the earth.
But—damn—why did that young king break in here today
Why can he not be influenced and tempted by the power of the great God
[If there really is a so-called destiny in the world, then I am the destiny!]
The scene of the young king cutting off the scepter suddenly flashed in his mind, and the eyes of the old priest froze.
An indescribable sense of fear rose in his heart.
... no, no... God gave him guidance... Aaron Landis will surely perish, and the continent will perish due to war...
And he won't die.
He knew it, he could feel it.
He shouldn't have died here.
The religion of all things will flourish on the war-torn continent, and in the future, it will become a behemoth that no country dares to offend easily.
He will be the high priest of the religion of all things. The lives of countless people are within his words, and even the king of a country will not dare to offend him easily.
That is his future, the future guided by destiny!
Yes.
It should be so.
Therefore, he will never die here!
As long as the treasure is caught, it is said that it saved the life of the original bishop of the religion of all things, then, he must also be able to—
The old priest stretched out his hand vigorously, 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 reached out and picked up the stone ball from the ground.
The hand was still stretched forward, and the old priest's eyeballs that almost bulged out of their sockets followed the stone balls and moved up from the ground little by little.
Blood was flowing under him, and he opened his mouth, but could only make a little gurgling sound.
He stared intently at the stone ball that might have saved his life, opened his mouth, stared, and stretched out his hand, so he took his last breath.
The priest of the religion of all things, the future bishop of the religion of all things.
This terrifying figure who was supposed to make waves on the continent in the future, triggering countless wars, stirring up countless bloody storms, and causing the entire continent to fall into endless darkness, but at this moment, in a place no one knows, quietly. Died deep underground.
The religion of all things that has been passed down for hundreds of years also ends at this moment with his death.
The long golden hair was flying behind him, standing in front of the black-robed priest who was dying, Garlan didn't bother to look at him, just looked down at the stone ball he just picked up.
A cyan sphere, smooth and round.
It seems to be stone, but it reflects the luster of metal under the firelight.
I can't tell whether it is natural or artificial. The slender patterns on the spherical surface glow with cold fluorescence. When you look at it, you will be unconsciously attracted by the fluorescence, and the interlaced runes form wonderful patterns. Like it can suck your soul into it.
Garlan was in a trance for a moment, then immediately regained his senses.
When he looked at the stone ball again, he suddenly saw a gray-black mist rising from the blue stone ball. The gray fog twisted into a strand, as if being pulled, and drifted forward obliquely.
Garland looked in that direction.
After the altar, before the huge statue, a tall stone pillar in the shape of a diamond was erected at the foot of the statue.
The body was tied to the stone pillar by ropes, and Heimos hung his head.
The dark forehead was scattered in front of him in a mess. He closed his eyes and was still in a drowsiness, but the corners of his eyes were tightly closed, and occasionally he twitched slightly.
Even in his drowsiness, his lips were pressed tightly.
Those lips were already thin, and when they were pressed tightly, they were like a straight line, so pale that they almost lost their blood.
He was bound to a stone pillar at the foot of the idol, as a sacrifice to the god.
The gray-black mist wafting out of the bluestone ball went straight to Heimos, and Garlan could vaguely see that Heimos was shrouded and surrounded by gray-black mist.
The mist seeped into Heimos's body little by little.
… No, rather than saying that the mist was actively infiltrating into Heimos’ body, it was more like Heimos was attracting those mists into his body…
Looking at the gray-black mist surrounding Heimos, Garlan's heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly thought that it was the same in previous lives.
From the beginning, long ago, Heimos was chosen to be a sacrifice to the God of all things.
And the hardships Heimos experienced when he was very young, suffering again and again, and finally fell into a dark life... All things were secretly planned and guided by the Church of All Things... In the end, he was forced into a desperate situation...
Garlan clenched the bluestone ball in his hand and suddenly let go.
The bluestone ball fell to the ground, and just as it was about to roll away, a sharp sword fell from the sky and stabbed it heavily.
A stone ball.
Click.
A crack split from the place where the stone ball was stabbed by the sword tip, and then the crack spread rapidly along the surroundings. In a blink of an eye, the stone ball was covered with cracks like spider webs.
With a few more clicks, the entire bluestone ball burst into a few petals, and then the petals cracked again, breaking into countless rubble in an instant.
Glancing at the shattered bluestone ball, Garlan turned around and walked quickly to the standing stone pillar.
As soon as he approached Heimos, the thick gray-black mist that originally surrounded Heimos swayed violently, and retreated to both sides from the direction he approached.
Seeing this scene, Garlan pondered for a while.
He stretched out his hand, and wherever his fingers went, the mist dispersed as if he was afraid of something.
Heimos bowed his head, his jet-black forehead scattered in a mess, and a deep shadow fell on his cheeks.
The handsome face was covered with a layer of light mist, as if a vague evil spirit escaped from it.
The corners of his closed eyes were savage like a blade.
The eyelashes on his face are very long, extremely thin, and extremely sharp, as if they can stab anyone who comes close to him.
Garland suddenly felt a little distressed.
The world thinks that the Black Knight is so powerful that no one can defeat him.
He knew, however, how vulnerable the person in front of him was - when faced with things about him.
Garlan's outstretched hand touched Heimos' side cheek.
When his fingers touched the blood-stained brown skin, the gray-black mist surrounding Heimos quickly retreated from Heimos's head.
In just a moment, the face that was looming in the mist suddenly became clear in front of him, and he could almost see the traces of the other's slender eyelashes moving slightly.
The tightly closed corners of his eyes suddenly relaxed slightly and became softer.
It was like the fierce wolf who had been savage a second ago suddenly became docile.
The young man who was still in a coma even unconsciously rubbed his hand with his cheek.
Garland was startled, then couldn't help but smile.
He took a step back and swung the sword in his hand.
He slashed all the ropes that bound Heimos with his sword.
Without the restraint of the rope, Heimos's body naturally fell forward.
Garlan raised his left hand and caught Heimos who fell forward.
"You said it yourself, how many times have you been saved by me?"
The boy turned his head, looked at Heimos who was lying on top of him, raised his eyebrows and said.
Heimos fell on top of him with his head hanging on his shoulders, so the handsome face was so close to him that Garlan could almost see the traces of the extremely thin jet-black eyelashes.
"never mind."
He said, "Who told me a long time ago that I will protect you, and I have to do what I said."
When I was very young, I said that I would protect you.
I will never let you go down the path of near self-destruction in previous lifetimes again.
In this life, I am here.
I will protect you till the end.
…
"prince!"
A familiar shout came from behind, and Garlan didn't have to look back to know who was calling him.
Whenever Cayhorth got in a hurry, he would call him prince.
He was still supporting Heimos, and when he looked back, he saw that Caijos, who had woken up at some point, was rushing towards him.
Behind Kaihos, a group of knights also woke up one after another and stood up.
Well, it looks like they are all awake.
Garlan thought to himself, then glanced sideways at Heimos, who was leaning against him.
"Why didn't you wake up?"
He muttered softly.
"Do you have to kiss you like Sleeping Beauty before you wake up?"
As soon as the boy's words fell, the head resting on his shoulder suddenly leaned forward.
Unpredictable, he was kissed by the thin lips that came over suddenly.
"prince!!!"
Cayhorth's shout came from behind.
The golden pupils suddenly widened, and before Garlan could react, he was suddenly picked up by a hand.
He was held by Heimos for half a circle.
Then, with a bang, a boulder fell from the sky and hit the place where he was standing just now.
The whole earth suddenly swayed violently, the stone hall was shaking, the huge stone pillar collapsed to the ground obliquely, and countless broken stones rolled down.
The giant statue at the front of the stone hall began to burst from the stone ball held in his hand, and the crack quickly spread to the entire stone statue.
Garlan only had time to glance at the statue, which was full of cracks in an instant, and his body suddenly rose into the air, and he was hugged by Heimos in his arms.
"This place is going to collapse, let's go!"
Huymos said to Kejos who came running.
Then, he held Garlan in his arms and rushed outside quickly.
The huge statue collapsed and shattered in an instant, and fell forward with a bang, smashing the altar under its feet and its followers.
When it collapsed completely, Heimos and the crowd of Kaihos had already rushed out of the hall.
Amidst the rumbling sound of collapse and the falling rubble, the corner of the mouth of the boy who was hugged tightly by Heimos twitched.
Wait, what about Sleeping Beauty
What's up with the strong sleeping beauty who can run away with the prince