Several priests in robes and hoods formed a circle, surrounding Maximus in the center. The priestess held a bone bowl made from skulls and inlaid with gems, and dipped her fingers into the liquid in the bowl.
While the priests were chanting, they smeared it on Maximus's cheeks and chest, skillfully drawing it into complicated and dizzying patterns. The latter half-knelt on the ground, frowning, impatiently
Accepting the cumbersome ritual process of the priestess - many of these rituals and symbols have been changed beyond recognition due to the passage of time and the additions by successive priests, but from the perspective of witchcraft, the key directional information has not been lost.
, can even be said to be quite complete. In other words, this is a complete witchcraft ritual, but Maximus knows nothing about it. His eyes have been deeply attracted by the giant sword on the high platform.
Just as he had seen it in his dream, the great sword shone with a supernatural silver light.
The priests chanted about the Lord of Darkness, the God of Truth, and the powerful existence beyond time and space that favors the subject. Under the surprised eyes of the armed men, several other priests came up and cut with daggers made of armor plates in their hands.
The throats of the priests who participated in the ceremony were opened, and the latter died with happiness and satisfaction with smiles on their faces. The flowing blood poured into the circular circle carved on the ground. The voice of the priestess suddenly became high-pitched and trembling,
The extreme pleasure started from her toes and rushed along the spinal cord to the brain, and the bone bowl in her hand fell to the ground. Her eyes lost focus, as if she saw something that did not exist in the real universe. She even became incontinent because of this, and collapsed on the ground.
The ground twitched.
Maximus opened his eyes and found that he was not in the slum temple.
As the most powerful mind reader in the royal family, he has received the most rigorous psychic training and psychic training. He is able to control his own abilities in most situations and can also detect the psychic power of others when necessary. But this
Once, no matter how he recalled what happened before he opened his eyes, he vaguely remembered that his father and mother summoned him to the depths of the royal residence. Since his birth, that area has been classified as a forbidden area, no matter who he asked
None of the royal family members could get a definite answer, as if certain information had been erased from their minds - Maximus could understand what this meant. He once deliberately hurt a small animal, and then erased the memory of a few minutes ago.
In retrospect, the little animal would approach him as if nothing had happened - the only people in the royal family who had the power to do this were his father and mother, the King and Queen of Attilan, which meant that they had some information that they did not know.
Like letting people know.
"You have always been very smart, Maximus. You may have deduced part of the truth from the fragments of words from other people's mouths. I am sorry that I have not been able to tell you the truth. Whatever information you have deduced can be temporarily forgotten at this moment.
Because I will tell you all the facts without hiding anything. You have an older brother, Maximus. He is the eldest son that your mother and I conceived a hundred years ago, but because his abilities are too dangerous, he will be dangerous to anyone.
Attilan even posed a danger, so he had to stay in an isolation room."
"I have an older brother?" Maximus raised his head excitedly and quickly put his doubts aside, "Really?"
"He has seen you as a baby and he likes you very much." King Agung said with a smile, "Would you like to meet him?"
"Of course, he is my brother." Maximus replied without hesitation, "Can I take Medusa with me? She might be happy to see him! She is my future wife, if this happens
I will know, and so will the future queen."
King Agong looked complicated, but finally nodded.
"Why do you care about this?" Maximus asked, "The weather is very cold and the campfire is very warm. Is there anything more important than this for a long journey?"
The strange traveler was still standing. He raised his head slightly, allowing Maximus to see his noble face. "Have you ever experienced winter, Maximus?" he asked, "the long winter, everything.
They are all covered in snow, and the mountain hut is covered with snow like a snow-white tomb. Air cannot enter the hut, the burning fireplace continuously consumes oxygen, and the door is blocked by dense snowdrifts, making it impossible to find the people inside.
Food and air, I can only watch myself slowly suffocate and die."
Maximus sat by the fire. The dense forest he had never seen before was shrouded in the deep and silent night. The branches in the fire crackled, and the red-hot charcoal branches fell from the tip of the bonfire with white smoke. He was not alone.
One person, and several tired travelers shared the warm campfire with him. They were wearing thick travel cloaks, their faces hidden under the hoods, and even the firelight could not illuminate them. Beside them was leaning a Maxim
The silver giant sword looked extremely familiar to Maximus. Maximus felt that he knew these travelers. Even though he could not remember their names for the time being, he felt extremely familiar with these people, as if he had known them since he was born.
The strange traveler came slowly and stood in front of the campfire. Maximus was sure that he did not recognize him.
"Why are you saying this?" Maximus was a little angry at the moment, "If you are not willing to share the campfire, then leave!"
"No, I reject you forever." The strange traveler said softly, "I would rather walk into the eternal night and hold up a torch than share your filth."
"Look clearly at the firewood in the bonfire, Maximus." Maximus subconsciously lowered his head and discovered that what was in the bonfire was not branches, but severed arms and legs. At the top of the bonfire, there was a
The skeleton was licked black by the flames. The strange traveler turned to look at the other people sitting around the campfire. "This is a human matter. You'd better leave now."
"Come here, friend." Maximus looked towards the darkness that could not be illuminated by the fire. There was a tall figure at the end of the road, covered in thick shadows like other travelers. "I would like to be with you in this cold winter.
Share the warmth at night.”
"Do you know what winter nights are?" With the movement of his arms, the stranger's cloak turned up slightly, and Maximus saw a faint golden shimmer under the cloak. "Do you know where the branches thrown into the campfire come from?
A tree? Do you know what a tree is, exactly?"
"No. We extended a hand of friendship to you, but you rejected it." Maximus heard one of them speak. It was a voice he had never heard before, filled with endless slaughter and fury.
"We can fail countless times, but you only have one chance. This universe belongs to us, and you can never win. Now you still have a chance to become one of us, as long as you sit next to the campfire."
Another traveler grasped the silver sword beside the campfire and placed it in Maximus's hand.
"The destiny has been written in the great sea of souls. You will become one of us, sooner or later, just like other gods who have not yet been born. You don't have to be so hostile to us. We are just the consciousness of the etheric sea.
Extension, and you can't resist fate. Everything you do will lead to prophecy, because all of this is fate, and you can't resist yourself."
"Let's go, this time our chess game is over." The strange traveler raised his head, and Maximus saw his noble face, which was composed of countless kings in the world, filled with rage, and a golden giant sword in its scabbard.
Pinned to his waist, he held the sword hilt tightly, "Get out of here!"
"That's not necessarily true. We are everywhere. You and humans will never be able to get rid of us."