Sigh, lol, lol.
Bones collided, the rhythm of the terrifying voice was cheerful, the blue mist rose and swept in the cold moonlight, and the black shadow in the mist showed the outline of the carriage.
How can there be a carriage
What kind of carriage can run so unhindered in this forest? Did they see horrible apparitions? On this damned night! The knights of the oath clenched their swords, their loyalty worthy of a badge of rose from the king—they shuddered at the terrible turn of events, but did not flinch.
"Tell me the sad story of the emperor's death, my dear."[1]
The first-class singing came out of the thicker and thicker fog, every articulation was clear, so elegant and so impeccable. But it is filled with an indescribable evil and ecstasy, like a strange poisonous snake spitting out its letter and showing its fangs, revealing a three-part banter and seven-part gloomy coldness.
As if the upcoming Death of the Emperor was a great show.
The shadow of the carriage became clear, and some of the oath knights could not help but let out a weak moan—
Oh God! What kind of carriage is that? !
Bits of brimstone flames splashed around the carriage, and the invisible shadow monster pulled the pale huge carriage. They don't seem to pass through the real world, but run in a different dimension that overlaps with the material world, directly passing through the dark giant trees that are thousands of years old.
"Some were deposed, some were killed in battle,
Some were haunted by their deposed ghosts,
Some were poisoned by their wives, some were killed in their sleep,
All were killed—"[2]
In the ancient opera, the poisonous snake that wandered in the dark raised its head.
The sound of the wheels rolling forward was already rolling like muffled thunder, the skeletons gave out high-pitched grins, nightmares came from hell, and countless night owls screamed into the sky in the dark, their wings dotted with the cold night.
The carriage jumped out of the dark wood and the bushes, and stopped abruptly in this small clearing with the sound of the night owl flapping its wings and the whisper of the nightmare. Brimstone fire dripped onto the dark green moss. The blue fog rolled up from both sides, and the oath knights could clearly see every delicate white bone of the pale carriage, every little blue ghost fire, and every red rose coiled in full bloom.
Sitting in the driver's seat of the carriage, the handsome visitor from hell in black, it was he who brought the old opera back to life.
His voice suddenly changed, becoming extremely low, like the whispering whispers of a poisonous snake before launching a deadly attack.
"—because death is holding the king
In the empty crown of the temple
established its court! "[3]
The singing was interrupted, and the knight commander brazenly launched an attack on the guests of hell he had never faced before. The silver armor on his body was glorified by the moonlight. The rest of the oath knights were led by him, roaring together, and swinging their swords at the uninvited guest.
The devil was wearing a top hat, his face was in shadow, and he didn't move.
The nightmares pulling the white-boned carriage flicked their tails impatiently, and the cold black mist floated out, and the brave and loyal oath knights fell one by one, being pulled into the deepest nightmare.
The devil jumped from the carriage, and he walked briskly past the sworn knights on the ground, and he didn't take them seriously. The devil came to his comatose little king and took off his top hat.
"I'm here to pick you up, Your Majesty."
The devil gracefully bowed deeply to the young king who was enveloped by the cold moon.
He was so graceful, so well-mannered, even as he sang the most monstrous and spooky operas, and came in a bone carriage driven by nightmares.
The scarlet rose was still on the devil's button, and he picked a few roses from the thorns coiled around the carriage, and held them with the thorns in his hand, like a funeral attendant holding a bouquet of white roses. The king, shrouded in the cold moonlight, lay silently on the dark green moss ground, his eyes closed.
The sharp ice-blue eyes of the young king were no longer open.
The moon god was fond of this child, and he showed a strange beauty in the moonlight. Those cold, violent, and sharp things temporarily faded from the king. He closed his eyes like a perfect saint, delicate and holy. It is absolutely not an exaggeration to say that the saint is the incarnation of the world—if not Those drops of blood.
The dark red, coagulated blood stained the corners of the king's eyes and cheeks.
There are only a few moments, like a devout religious painter who suddenly fell after carving out the most perfect Son, heavily pouring evil, mad, and cursed blood and tears onto the perfect face.
Thus, heaven and hell, holy and bloody, merged in the body of the king.
The devil walked unhurriedly around the king, constantly tore off the soft petals of the rose, and sprinkled those blood-red petals on the king's body as the priest did when sending the dead to the grave.
He had come to prepare the king's funeral with joy.
Death follows the king like shadows.
And for the devil, this is really good, he has been waiting for this day for more than ten years. When the king's breathing has ceased completely, his life has passed from the king, and he will welcome the king to another kingdom.
When the king of the world closes his eyes, the king of hell will open his eyes.
"Leave with me, my dear majesty."
The last rose petal fell, and the devil sat on the ground beside the king. He transformed into a golden harp out of thin air, and his slender, pale hands fiddled with the ancient strings at will, making a pleasant sound. He lowered his voice and whispered in the king's ear, like a viper tempting the first to swallow the scarlet fruit of sin.
The cold moonlight cast on the king.
"Come with me, Your Majesty."
The devil whispered sweet promises.
"The long river of red gold is turbulent in the deep black earth, the riches that fell into the darkness through the hands of greed. The most beautiful diamonds, the most flawless white walls, the most splendid rivers of gold... all those are all for you. "
The crow quietly landed on the branch, waiting for the new corpse with dark red eyes.
"There is also a kingdom there, and those naughty little fellows are a little odd, but I assure you, they will be the most obedient servants in the world. If you wish, you can fly in the sky on a keel, even if None of the lords of the abyss will refuse your visit."
The cold enveloped the king, his pulse gradually slowed, his breathing was lighter than that of a kitten, and the last bit of blood on his lips quietly disappeared.
The devil's voice was gentle and gentle, and if he wanted to, he would be the unstoppable persuader in the world.
Even an angel was tricked into hell by him.
But now, he has undoubtedly brought out all of his abilities, and he wants to lure the young king to give up his tenacity and let death devour him with eloquent words.
"Look at..."
He sneered softly in the king's ear with such a deep meaning.
"Your father betrayed you - he sold you to the Holy See and to the devil, your subjects betrayed you, your so-called relatives longed for your early death. People on either side are trying to get you to die. ."
"At all, no one wants you to survive."
"Aren't you so clear?"
…
No one wants you to survive at all.
Cursing words came from far, far away.
The king stood in a fog, his face expressionlessly raised his head, the sky was gray, the surrounding was also gray, and there were many vague figures hidden in the surrounding gray fog.
He vaguely felt as if he had forgotten a lot of things.
where is this place? dream
The king went forward.
The shadows on the left and right moved with him, like maggots on the tarsus. The red fire followed the ground like a poisonous snake behind him, trying to devour him. Countless hands stretched out from the fog, dry and pale, and those hands grabbed the king and dragged him down.
—Look, people on either side are trying so hard to kill you.
A murmured, ghostly voice crept into his mind.
The red fire surged up and devoured the king. Boiling, fiery, burning the soul. Blood rolled down from the corner of his forehead. He closed his eyes tightly.
Gradually fall.
—Come on, to another country that truly belongs to you
The golden lake of fire, the black earth, the tame and loyal servants, all the riches of heaven and earth... A picture of grand luxury unfolded in the mind of the king, where all beings awaited his arrival with joy.
- Please leave with me.
The voice was filled with suppressed joy.
A slender hand stretched out from the thick fog and reached out to the fallen king, the hand pale as if shrouded in brilliance.
Waiting for him to reach out.
The king stretched out his hand slowly, and the voice ceased, as if restraining ecstasy.
"Do not."
The king suddenly opened his eyes in the blazing fire, and the drop of blood rolled from the corner of his eyes and fell into the thick black flames. The ice blue eyes were as cold as a long knife tempered by ice water.
"Go away."
He opened his arms and let the red fire devour himself.
The pale hand hung above it empty.
…
in the forest.
The king was breathing hard, an unnatural flush swept across his pale cheeks, and death and life fought fiercely over him.
Zheng—
The devil put down the harp whose strings were all broken in an instant with a gloomy face.
A haze hung over his face.
His dark eyes stared at the panting but still unconscious king.
"OK then."
The devil said in a compromising tone.
"I'm sorry, but you can't expect a devil to keep the contract, can you?"
He stretched out his graceful and slender hands, brushed the king's pale cheeks, and the blood stained the devil's hands.
He intends to take the king directly.
A smile flitted across the devil's lips.
However, in the next moment, a bright and holy light surged up, like an ice cube suddenly touching a fire. The devil jumped up abruptly, throwing off the damn holy flame in his hand.
"Mystic Baptism! Those damn churches!"
The devil is furious.
The church once held a grand baptism for the king at St. Weiss Cathedral, and on the day of the king's coronation, the Pope's representative came across the Abyss Strait and poured out holy anointing from a golden eagle-shaped bottle and smeared it on the king's chest. The center of the back, as well as the head, shoulders, elbows, and palms.
This became the king's shelter at the moment.
The king opened his eyes.
"Go away, devil."
He says.
The author has something to say: Devil: Covenant!
King: Get out!
[1][2][3] From Shakespeare's "Richard II"