"I'm afraid your hopes are going to be dashed …"
A voice sounded in the room. In the next moment, Gruer and Zamur's expressions changed drastically.
"Who is it!!"
Gruer and Zamur suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the figure.
They saw a person standing there in Silence.
It was a tall, handsome young man with dazzling blond hair. At this moment, he stood in front of the door in Silence, smiling at Gruer and Zamur.
"It's you!!"
Seeing the person in front of him, Gruer's face turned ashen, "Angola, what do you want!!"
"What do I want?" Angola looked surprised when he heard Gruer's words, as if he didn't expect Gruer to ask this question, "Isn't the answer obvious? Just like what I just said. "
He walked in slowly, closed the door of the room, then looked at the two people in front of him and said, "Brother, thanks to your letter, the knight you relied on has disappeared for two months, and I don't know where he went."
"You know?" Hearing Angola's words, Gruer didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and his heart suddenly tightened.
"Of course I know." Angola shrugged, "Not only do I know that you sent the letter, but I even know the contents of the letter."
"In fact, I even personally delivered that letter for you."
"What do you want to do?" Hearing this, Gruer was a little confused. The experience of fighting among nobles made him instinctively feel that something was wrong, "Which side are you on?"
"Which side are I on?" Angola glanced at Gruer, then shook his head, "Who knows? Anyway, it's not on your side. "
"Get ready. In a few days, your time will be up. If you have any last words, leave them as soon as possible."
"After all, it may be too late after a while."
He said with a smile, then slowly walked out.
In the hazy darkness, Gruer seemed to see a unique mark flash across Angola's body. .
The mark was complex, with a powerful and profound power. In it, the aura of the Church of the Night Watchmen flashed, causing Gruer to be stunned.
"The knight named Yasuo didn't show up in the end."
Walking out of the room, Angola looked at Gruul and the other man standing in the room behind him. "Are you sure this is the person we're looking for?"
"The Church has already investigated thoroughly. The altar in the wilderness of Tam City was destroyed by this knight alone."
A dark shadow emerged from the shadows. He looked at Angola and said, "According to the traces left behind, this Knight Yasuo is at least a Level 1 Golden Knight."
"Do you know what it means to be able to have such strength at this age?"
"Does this mean that he might also be a Divine Descendant? Like Sylner of the Dark Church? "Angola asked indifferently." That's right.
"Yes." In the darkness, the figure said, "This is a rare opportunity!"
"Your Authority is born with the ability to plunder [Origin] power from other powerful existences. As long as you kill this knight named Yasuo and absorb the [Origin] power hidden in his bloodline, you will be able to advance one step ahead of the other divine existences."
"After that, we will eradicate the Dark Church, absorb the divine power contained in the Son of God of the Dark Church, and inherit everything in the Kingdom of Tamru. This will allow your power to reach the peak, and you will have a huge advantage in this era."
"Sounds good, but what does all this have to do with me?" Angola sneered, "Don't think I don't know. After all this is done, it will be time for the King of the Night Watchmen to recover. Will I still exist then?"
"This is your destiny of glory." In the darkness, the figure said, "The concept of the subject of will does not exist in the great God. You yourself are the descendant of the King of the Night Watchmen. No existence can affect your will."
"Perhaps." Angola sneered and did not comment on this. Then he said, "How is the arrangement of the Bloody Knight?"
"The preparations are almost done. In another two days, we can hold the Blood Moon Ritual and sacrifice the entire palace."
"It seems that my brothers don't have much time left."
Angola turned around and thought of Gruul, who he saw in the room just now. He shook his head and continued to ask, "What about Karusio's altar?"
"It's the same as before. There's still no reaction," the figure said in the darkness.
"It's already come to this, and there's still no reaction?" Angola asked in confusion.
Karusio was the founding king of the Kingdom of Tamru and the strongest person in the entire Kingdom of Tamru. He once fought against the Bloody Knight together with the High Priest of the Dark Church.
As a legendary king who founded a huge kingdom, the king of knights was extremely powerful. In the plan of Angola and the others, he should have been the biggest obstacle.
But after they took action, they realized that Karusio did not react to their actions at all. It was as if he did not see their actions of imprisoning the king and sealing the kingdom.
This was also the biggest reason why their operation was carried out so smoothly. Otherwise, even if they could achieve it in the end, they would not be able to do it so silently. It would definitely cause a huge uproar.
"Who knows?" The figure said in the darkness. "Anything can happen to a legendary being. Maybe Karusio is already dead and only a corpse is left."
"Everything is possible. The only thing we know now is that he did not appear to stop us. This is good news."
Angola shook his head, took a glance behind him, and left.
A few days passed quickly as they waited.
In the early morning, when the sun shone on the ground, a faint radiance enveloped the world and illuminated it.
A faint smell of blood floated in the air. On the usually empty square of the palace, a sacrificial ceremony was slowly starting.
Blazing flames were rising. In the middle of the square, a pool of blood stood in Silence. There was a blood-colored crystal in it.
In the blood-colored crystal, a naked little girl lay in the crystal in Silence. Her hands were hugging her knees, and her expression was calm and peaceful. It seemed like she was sleeping.
A faint majestic aura continued to spread out from the crystal. The majestic aura spread out bit by bit. Ordinary people couldn't help but want to kneel even if they just felt it. They couldn't bear this kind of majestic aura.
In front of the crystal, an old man in a blood-colored robe stood there in Silence, staring at the crystal in front of him.
Unlike the eyes of ordinary people, his eyes were blurred as he looked at the crystal in front of him. It contained all kinds of crazy, infatuated, twisted emotions, and so on. Anyone who could feel it would feel afraid.
At this moment, a strong smell of blood bloomed on the spot. Corpses were placed around the place, and there was a deep wound on their hearts.
These corpses were scattered on the ground, blocking the surroundings of the blood pool. It looked like a garbage dump that specialized in disposing of corpses.
Gruer looked at the scene in front of him with an ugly expression.
At this moment, he was being pressed in the middle of a group of people. His clothes were stripped off, and his whole body was placed there in an incomparably humiliating posture.
A burning sensation arose in his heart, and an unprecedented feeling of humiliation arose, causing the strong pride in his heart to twitch incessantly.
Apart from this humiliation, what made him feel even more cold was the pile of corpses in front of him, as well as the lines that were engraved on his body.
Beside him, a servant who looked like a maid was holding a colored pen in her hand. She was constantly drawing on his body, engraving one complicated mark after another on his body.
This was not a good omen. Moreover, when engraving the mark, the fate of the people in front of him also made Gruer feel extremely cold.
With the stab of a sharp knife, fresh hearts were dug out one after another, sorted and placed on plates one after another. As for the rest of the bodies, they were thrown into the garbage dump that specialized in disposing of corpses.
"Am I going to die like this?"
This way of dying was so undignified that when Gruer thought that he would die like this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his body and mind.
As a warrior and commander who had been through many battles, he was not afraid of dying on the battlefield. Similarly, he was not afraid of his corpse being chopped into several pieces and dying a miserable death.
But now, this way of dying challenged the limits of his imagination, giving him the urge to commit suicide on the spot.
Unfortunately, even if he wanted to commit suicide on the spot, the people here didn't give him the chance.
Before coming here, his body was cast with a spell. At this moment, his whole body was full of a sense of powerlessness. He couldn't even move his hands and feet, let alone pick up a sword to commit suicide.
Feeling this, he finally closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to continue watching. He could only wait for his death in Silence.
Angola saw his appearance, so he couldn't help but smile. "Brother, your current appearance is really different from your past appearance."
The corner of Gruer's eyes moved, but in the end, he didn't open his eyes. He pretended not to hear it.
Seeing his reaction, Angola also shrugged, feeling a little bored by it.
In the distance, a whistling wind was coming.
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