The snowfield is shaking, and deep ravines are spreading across the ground, it looks like some creature is turning over and twisting in the depths of the earth's crust, and then its sharp claws successfully tore the entire ice shell apart.
Ferry III and his last dozen knights stood under the bones with difficulty. They looked at everything that happened in front of them in shock, and once again felt how small a creature between heaven and earth is human beings.
"Quick! Climb up!"
Ferry III immediately ordered.
Deep ravines began to appear in the snow field beneath them, and icy water was gushing out of the cracks, and soon the place where they were standing would be submerged by the sea. The only way to survive is to find a place to stand, and regardless of respect or disrespect, Ferry III took the lead and used the sword in his hand as a shovel pick and climbed up a huge semi-circular skull head with difficulty.
This skeleton skull is as big as a hill.
When they climbed to the top and stood on their heels in a crack in the bone, all they heard was the sound of water.
"Who was the geographer who proposed that there was no land in the extreme north?"
Ferry III asked in a self-deprecating manner.
"This is not bad. If we can go back alive, we can help him prove that there is really no continent in the ancient land of the North Pole. Except for the ice, it is all fucking sea."
The sea water gushing from the cracks has already submerged the ice field where they just stood. In the rush of the dragon-like sea water, the ancient corpses of gods, demons or demons gradually emerged from the thick snow cover. Complete look. The sea was carrying white bones, and Ferry III and the others stood on the skeleton-like skull, and for a moment felt like they were in an ancient story.
The story is that the god was angry and sent a flood that drowned the earth. The only human was sitting on a lonely boat, floating on the vast sea, as if to wander the world forever.
Ferry III was silent.
Everyone didn't speak anymore, fled from their homeland, life and death were boundless, the world was empty... An indescribable sadness and desolation overwhelmed these steel knights.
"what is that?!"
In the silence, a knight suddenly pointed to the north and exclaimed. His voice was full of shock and fear.
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.
The sea water gushing out from under the thick layer of ice has engulfed everything, and the cold moon in the sky is like some kind of indifferent eye looking down at the years. And under those eyes, at the end of the world, on the horizon of the polar regions, something huge beyond imagination is dancing wildly, black, huge, ferocious, wild...
what is that? !
In an instant, Ferry III understood why the snowfield cracked.
Because in the deepest part of this polar ice sheet, there is a most terrifying existence that is angry, and its anger tears it apart. In the distance, that black image is a snake. What kind of snake can tear the entire ice sheet apart like white paper? Around the black snake, there was a faint black fog rising into the sky, as if it was fighting to the death with something else.
And what kind of people can fight it
Ferry III could not imagine the answer.
He didn't have time to think, because a huge vortex began to appear on the sea, the vortex area covered thousands of square meters, and all the skeletons washed up from the snow were drifting towards its center. The vortex is like another eye opposite the white moon in the sky, that is the legendary—
Sea eyes!
They are powerless to do anything more.
Ferry III firmly held the hilt of the sword and watched helplessly as the skeletons standing on himself and the knights were sucked into the vortex, and quickly fell towards the center of the vortex that seemed to be able to swallow all the light in the world.
The sound of the water shattered his eardrums, and before sinking into the darkness, Ferry III finally looked up at the sky.
Countless black butterflies hovered above the sky, blood like red rain.
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"What are you holding in your hand?!"
The world serpent roared furiously to cover up the horror and fear in his heart.
It huddled in the extreme north for so long, endured the cold, mocked the gods and hell in its heart, and built its own transformed lair with their bones. It firmly believes that, waiting for the moment when the millennium comes, it will appear in an unprecedented manner after the bloody battle of all.
Whether it is the Holy Court, the Dragon Slayer, or any other descendant, they will all be stunned and helpless to see it crowned king.
It repeatedly described this dream, and after so long, the devil who broke into the icefield shattered the dream in the most brutal way.
Disappointment and horror were mixed together, and the snake of the world stared at the devil with its savage golden pupils.
The devil stood on a piece of ice floes, black water and white bones collided around him, scales mixed with flesh and blood, making this place like a slaughterhouse. No more poetic silence. The snake of the world is full of scars that can be seen to the bones, and the devil is not much better, and both sides of the fight are dripping with blood.
But the wounds on the devil healed at an unbelievable speed, as if there was some kind of will protecting him from beginning to end.
On the other hand, the snake of the world, no matter how small the wounds on its body are, it is difficult to heal.
The blood dripped down, making the sea water turbid quickly.
"This is punishment for the betrayer."
The devil did not answer the World Serpent's question. He admired the wounds that never healed on the World Serpent's body and smiled.
"How could you hurt me?" The snake of the world was still circling, and it looked at the wound on its body that would not heal in disbelief. "What are you using?! The keel sword can't have this ability!"
"Don't you want to be on the throne? There can't be such a noisy king in the world. You should learn etiquette, sir." The devil said, looking helpless, he slowly raised the thing.
I don't know when, the keel long sword has disappeared, and what the devil holds in his hand is a white scepter.
The scepter of bones that the king had put on the shoulders of the devil at the time.
For a moment, the surroundings seemed dead silent.
The snake of the world stared at the bone scepter, greed, anger, fear, longing... Complicated and extreme emotions were mixed in its pupils, and it roared hysterically, full of unwillingness and disbelief: "You took the scepter! It was you! It was you!"
The huge snake body danced wildly again, the iceberg was hit by the snake's tail, shattered into ice chips, and the sea water swelled into huge waves.
Only the place where the devil stood was still as quiet as ever.
"He gave you the scepter!"
The World Serpent roared.
"Otherwise, why do you think I can survive?"
the devil said softly.
He was holding the authority of the bones, and the black dress was slammed by the wind, and the edge brought out a black mist-like trajectory. A group of butterflies fluttered beside him, and he seemed to be standing at the junction of yesterday and today, a person running through the past and the present.
"How could he give you the scepter!!"
The Serpent of the World still couldn't believe it, or could not accept it.
"Yeah, why?"
The devil asked himself in a low voice.
-God has given us the greatest power, and at the same time we are asked to take it at the heaviest price.
A low sigh echoed in his ears through the light and shadow of a thousand years. Someone was covered in blood, and his pupils still reflected the heaven and the earth.
The devil closed his eyes and held the bone scepter in both hands.
The devils of hell are always lying, and the kings of the world are born without trust, but so what? Farther than eternity is their oath, and heavier than life and death, is their contract.
Your Majesty, are you really going to give the scepter to a devil full of lies? Are you not afraid that your royal city will change its owner
Well, if this is your order...
... Your Majesty
Good night, Your Majesty.
I am your first knight and will be your last.
The devil opened his eyes:
"It is the duty of a knight to fight traitors for the monarch!"
Icebergs shattered, bones turned into ashes, giant snakes strangled, and black butterflies swirled like swords.
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Barren beaches, rugged black rocks, and flowing lava... He dreamed of hell once again, and saw the pale cold moon fall from the sky into the endless abyss, and the sky turned bloody forever.
The king woke up again from his dream.
The room was silent, and the candle was slowly burning not far away.
The king heard his gasps, rolled over from the bed, and went to the window.
It was late at night.
There are some dark clouds in the sky, the moonlight is hidden in the dark clouds, and the earth is dark.
On the desktop by the window, there are also some sorted documents piled up. The top letter is an investigation submitted by the House Director on the Maison family and the Prigney family.
The king reached out and picked it up.
There was an affinity relationship between the Prigneys and the Maisons. Lady Anne, the wife of the present Earl of Pligny, and Lady Catherine, the wife of Baron Mason, are sisters. The territories between the two sides also have many borders, and the Maison family can successfully occupy several harbors on the central coast without the support of the Prigney family.
The territory of the Prigney family is located in Clinton County, just at the intersection of an important tributary in the middle reaches of the Doma River.
The king turned over the documents he had already seen.
At this time, the dark clouds in the night sky were blown away by the wind, the moon was re-suspended in the sky, and the moonlight was clear and cold on the ground. Moonlight came in through the stained windows, casting the king's shadow diagonally on the ground.
The king put the document back casually, and turned his head to look out the window.
In the courtyard, the rose bushes faintly loomed under the moon.
The king stared at the roses under the moon and remained silent.
Some images passed before his eyes, about dreams, vows and the past.
"As a devil, I ask you with a rare kindness, do you understand how the contract you are about to sign will bring you?"
"I shall never be redeemed, I shall never be at peace, and I shall be forsaken by the world."
"It is a pleasure to serve you, my majesty."
"Hello, knight."
The contract is established.