This is a sparse forest.
In the woods, a looming dilapidated wooden house is reflected in the bushes.
Inside the wooden house, Sebastian was half lying in the weeds, his face pale.
He was covered in blood, his elegant tuxedo was in tatters, and the left half of his sleeve was empty, and his entire left arm seemed to have been cut off from the shoulder with some kind of sharp weapon.
The gurgling blood flowed down his wound and formed a stream under his body.
As a fire elf with a long lifespan, he can deeply feel the rapid loss of his vitality.
Struggling to raise his head, Sebas looked out the window.
The golden energy shield has covered the wooden house.
He recognized it. It was one of the signature magics of the Holy Royal Tribunal, the prisoner of the magic that sealed and imprisoned human beings.
This kind of complex and cumbersome magic is generally only used when sealing space against certain large forces.
But now, it affects him alone.
"Oh, I actually used the Prisoner of Judgment directly. The great knight really thinks highly of me."
With a chuckle, Sebastian raised his right hand with difficulty, deftly took out a goblet from the storage space, and poured the last bit of red wine in the bottle into it.
He raised the goblet gracefully and sipped it gently.
"Sebas, you are surrounded."
"The Lord Knight said that if you can voluntarily surrender and seal your own power, the Trial Center can spare your life and give you a chance to change your ways!"
"Are you still waiting for someone to save you? The Tribunal has issued a sacred verdict against the Rose Society. The Rose Society must have been wiped out now."
The shouts of the trial knights came from outside the wooden house, constantly urging Sebastian to surrender.
Sebastian sneered:
"Surrender? Join the Judgment Force and become cannon fodder?"
"I even betrayed Luna Island, no one can force me to do something I don't want to do!"
"If you have the ability, come in!"
surrender
He is a proud spirit of fire.
The word surrender has never been written in his dictionary!
Sebastian's proud and contemptuous words came from the wooden house.
Around the wooden house, the trial knights looked at each other in confusion.
"Lord Knight, he is unwilling to surrender... Should we attack by force? He has been seriously injured. Even if you don't take action, he will not be our opponent."
The shouting trial knight applied respectfully to the great knight behind him.
The Grand Knight is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties or fifties, with a standard Chinese character face, a beard, deep facial features, and a sharp face.
However, unlike his rough appearance, his eyes have a different calmness.
Looking at the wooden house in the Prison of Judgment, he shook his head slightly:
"Need not… "
"Sebas Flameheart was once a high elf who was only one step away from becoming a legend. Every elf is a born magical creature, able to resonate with elements at the cost of burning their own souls."
"A person like him, even if he is seriously injured, can still provide some support before he dies."
"Since he is unwilling to surrender, let's light a fire. I would like to see if the so-called fire spirit is afraid of fire..."
The great knight said calmly.
He didn't cover his voice.
Those calm words passed into the wooden house, making Sebastian sigh secretly as he sipped the red wine.
The Judgment Knight fights against the enemies of the Holy Court all the time, and there is danger everywhere in his life.
To be able to start from the smallest trainee trial knight and gradually grow into a great knight to suppress one party, in addition to strong strength, calmness and caution are necessary.
Sebastian knew that his idea of pulling several trial knights to die together was ruined.
The Judgment Knight quickly took action.
They took out buckets of grease and bundles of dry firewood, threw them at the wooden house, and piled them up.
Looking through the window at the movements of the Judgment Knights, Sebastian could only sigh slightly.
He was hurt too badly, really too badly.
The magic power in the body had been completely exhausted, and the entire left arm was chopped off with a sword. Even the legs underneath him were destroyed by the wrath of the Holy Light of the Great Knight.
He can no longer use any magic. All he can do is wait for the Judgment Knights to approach, burn his soul, trigger an elemental storm, and perish together with them.
However, this is no longer possible.
"Your Excellency Sebastian, please wake up! The Blood Demon Order behind you has given up on you a long time ago. There is no way they can stand up for you."
"It's not too late to surrender now."
After stacking the dry wood and pouring out the grease, the Judgment Knight shouted again.
"I'm not interested in living an ignoble existence!"
"Besides... don't use the Blood Demon Order to insult me! I can't stand those scum!"
Sebastian said sarcastically.
Hearing this, the great knight frowned slightly, and then ordered:
"Light the fire."
At his command, the Knight of Judgment raised a torch burning the Fire of Judgment and set the pyre on fire.
The fire quickly spread and enveloped the entire cabin.
"Is it over..."
Sebas muttered to himself as he looked at the thick smoke filling the surroundings.
He felt a little unwilling.
He didn't expect that his life would end here.
However, it was he who made the choice, and he had to pay the corresponding price for his choice.
have no idea…
What is the Lady of the Night doing now
She hasn't been back for so many days, will she worry about herself
After getting the news that Rose will be judged, will she stand up for Rose
At this moment, Sebastian's thinking slowed down infinitely, and he thought of many things.
But soon, he felt that it was a bit naive and ridiculous to think like this.
"What are you thinking about? That's the Lady of the Night. She is a real god."
"Although she has not regained her strength now, although she looks like a mortal now, but...how can she really be a mortal?"
"The gods will not treat their followers badly, but the gods also have the indifference and calmness of the gods..."
"Now, what qualifications do I have to be worthy of the other party's help and rescue?"
"Perhaps in the eyes of Ms. Dark Night, I... am just a waste."
Sebastian sighed slightly.
He knew that he had never truly gained the Night Lady's complete trust.
Because he himself has never really given true loyalty to the Lady of the Night.
As an elf with a long life, he has seen too many stories about gods and followers.
No matter which story, when the gods choose their own scrolls, the first question they ask is "what do you want to get"...
But the Night Lady never asked.
He didn't believe that an ancient deity like the Lady of the Night didn't know this "hidden rule".
He believed even more that the other party had already seen through his thoughts and was waiting for him to propose them first.
But he didn't dare mention it.
Follow gods in order to become gods
I’m afraid no god would approve of such a snobbish and blasphemous purpose, right
Throughout history, the followers of those gods were all fanatical believers.
Becoming a gift from God is a gift they receive.
But that's not what they're trying to do.
Sebastian knew that he would not be able to gain the approval of the Lady of the Night for this reason.
Therefore, he never dared to tell Ms. Dark Night why he was loyal to her.
But he knew that Lady Dark Night must have known about it for a long time.
However, the spirit knows that whether he speaks or not is two different concepts.
He is afraid, he is worried, he is worried...
That's why he showed himself in front of Lady Dark Night again and again.
He wants to prove himself through performance, prove his strength, and prove that even if he doesn't reveal his feelings, he still has value to Ms. Dark Night.
He wants to prove that he has the ability to become a god.
He believed that this was a tacit deal between himself and the gods.
"Perhaps... deep down in my heart, I am still very proud."
"No... this is not pride, but arrogance."
"Even if I decide to follow the gods, I always have the mentality that I can eventually follow the gods and become a god, but I have never developed a reverence for the gods from the bottom of my heart."
"I'm afraid I've never really entered Lady Dark Night's field of vision..."
"Haha, looking at it this way, I am really a conceited and self-deprecating, proud and inferior fool..."
Sebastian mocked himself.
He still has a lot of things that he can't leave behind.
Luna Island, Rose Society, Lost Hometown...
He also wanted to see the higher scenery for himself.
However, he couldn't go that far.
He didn't give his sincerity.
And when the crisis comes, they will inevitably be abandoned.
The temperature in the cabin began to rise and the smoke became thicker.
Seriously injured, Sebastian's consciousness became increasingly unclear.
In the haze, his vision seemed to be filled with crimson firelight.
A familiar voice sounded in his ears:
"Mr. Sebastian, you are in a really awkward state today."