In the dark space, the tedious noise slowly rose in the silence, and the scarlet buds pushed open the soil and pried open the rocks. They were like wildly growing weeds, densely covering every corner.
Gray stared at Jamon's body for a long time. He had completed his revenge, but there was no ecstasy in his heart. His mood had long been as cold as metal, and even the pain on his broken arm had slowed down.
There was a slight stinging pain at his ankles. It was those wildly growing branches and buds that were trying to eat Gray's body. Gray broke free from the restraints and stepped on them hard, crushing them into a bloody mass, but soon new branches and buds sprouted.
Grows out of blood.
"Milansa..."
Gray whispered softly, recalling his previous appearance.
A newly promoted member of the King's Secret Sword thought he could make a difference, but ended up losing everything in the betrayal. All this happened in less than half a year, but for Gray, this short time was a long time.
Like a lifetime.
Gray had thought about the final fight between himself and Jamon. He thought it would be dangerous, but obviously, there was another person who severely injured Jamon in advance for him. Without him, Gray was prepared to attack and kill him at the cost of death.
Jamon.
In the end, he didn't die, he just lost an arm. But at this time, Gray was a little confused, as if he had lost his target. At the same time, the severe pain on his broken arm gradually became clearer, reminding him that he was still alive.
He needs another vision to drive him, a reason to continue living and running.
"Shadow King..."
Gray whispered, looking at the container that was about to be wrapped in flesh and blood.
Slowly raising the Silent Sword, just as Gray was about to separate the flesh and blood and take away the container, a strange voice sounded.
"Gray, don't touch that thing."
Gray lowered his head and saw that the branch buds had turned into dirty blood, and a blood-colored mirror was reflected in front of him, and he in the mirror was speaking.
"If you do this, it will affect the script." The voice brought a smile.
"Tyrant."
Gray recognized this crazy will. During this period of time, he had been accompanying this evil force.
"Script?" Gray smiled, "Who do you want to drag into the abyss?"
"How can you say it was dragged into the abyss? I just gave them a little help on the way to realize their wishes," the tyrant replied, "the choice has always been in their hands."
Gray was silent. After waking up, he often felt that fate was teasing him.
Jarmon's betrayal, the paranoid's aid, the tyrant's gifts... all of this was like a swamp, making Gray sink deeper and deeper, as if he had been wrong from the beginning.
"Tyrant, was everything that I came to the Great Rift to carry out this revenge part of your plan?"
"How could it be? The choice has always been in your hands, hasn't it?"
The tyrant's laughter was harsh.
"You always have a chance, Gray.
You can leave Opos and return to your hometown after recovering from your injuries. You can also give up revenge and accept death calmly on that stormy night... You see, you have the power of countless choices, but in the end you
But he chose this path.
It was you who drove yourself down this path."
The scarlet self became more and more ferocious and terrifying, and the tyrant's words continued to echo in his ears like a curse.
"I just helped you a little."
Gray took a deep breath. The tyrant was right. Devils never lie. Their words and deeds are absolutely true, but like some kind of vicious curse, all this will eventually lead to tragedy.
"Then are you going to help others a little now?"
Looking at the container wrapped in flesh and blood, Gray suddenly understood what the tyrant's script was.
The tyrant did not respond to this, but laughed horribly.
The immortal heart that makes people crazy and fascinated is just an object that drives the script in the hands of the tyrant. He is like a naive child, sitting on a high table, treating everyone as a toy, just to satisfy himself a little.
of joy.
The devils are noble and mysterious, but they will talk to you affectionately, and even drink and have fun with you. Gray understands that respect for status is meaningless to them.
Gray wanted to say something, but he hesitated. The tyrant knew exactly what he wanted to ask, and the evil voice sounded again.
"Are you sure? Gray."
The scarlet reflection questioned Gray. As the blood rippled, the figure in the reflection began to twist and deform, as if it was about to turn into a ferocious monster.
"You were prepared to die, but you were lucky to survive. Now that you have killed Jamon, you can stop there."
The tyrant cared for him and persuaded him like Gray's friend.
"Take Mirasha's secret sword and Jamon's head, return to the Pillar of Throne, and tell your king everything about the king's shield guard..."
The voice became obsessed.
"I can see that kind of future, Gray, where you will be reused, constantly promoted, and even inherit the seat..."
The beautiful dream was shattered, and the tyrant's words became harsh.
"But if you ask that question, you will go down a different path."
Gray was slightly absent-minded. He seemed to have fallen into that beautiful dream, but another voice kept ringing in his heart.
"Are you going to stop here?"
"Leave in retreat with all your doubts."
"You have nothing to care about anymore, why don't you just move forward?"
Blood filled Gray's eyes, and he held the secret sword in his hand tightly, as if he could feel another kind of warmth from the secret sword.
He still remembered the scene at that time. As a newcomer, he made many mistakes. Mirasha did not judge herself harshly, but comforted herself.
"Everyone becomes a newbie sometimes, there is no need to blame yourself."
"But...is this okay?" Gray knew the strictness within the King's Secret Sword, and the gentle Mirasa was incompatible with all of this.
"There's nothing wrong with it. When I was a newcomer, I made mistakes and was scolded and cried several times."
Milansa rubbed Gray's head, she had enough patience for this newcomer.
"I thought that was terrible, so I thought, if one day I start bringing in new people, I can't do this to him."
Gray wanted to say something to say thank you, but Mirasha spoke first as if she knew what he was going to say.
"There is no need to thank me. If you really want to thank me, then when you bring new people in the future, you should also be kind to them."
Gray looked straight at the bloody reflection and smiled to himself. Sure enough, no one could refuse the devil's words, even if they knew the dark fate in advance.
"Who is the Shadow King?"
Gray asked.
Gray responded with the tyrant's wild laughter. At the same time, the pool of blood began to boil. It was obviously a small pool of blood, but it led back and forth to another dimension of blood. A large amount of blood kept rising, and it was soaked in the blink of an eye.
Gray's feet.
"Gray, this information comes at a price, a very expensive price. Even the soul cannot fill the gap in the price."
After the blood spread, a horrifying monster, entangled in countless threads and wielding hundreds of scarlet arms, appeared in the reflection. His voice rumbled, like thunder.
"Do I need to give up my soul?" Gray asked indifferently.
"No, one day you will be willing to hand over your soul to me, just think of it as an interesting bet."
The tyrant broke through the boundary between reality and reality. He appeared in a neat black formal suit on top of a pool of scarlet blood and stood in front of Gray.
"Just a bet?" Gray shook his head, "I still don't understand you devils."
"There is no need to understand us," the tyrant shook his head and asked, "Do you think the devil has a position to speak of?"
Gray was paused, while the tyrant continued his disturbing laughter.
"Do you think the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce can represent my will? Or can the Orangutan Sect represent her will? No, it was not like this from the beginning. They are just toys for us to have fun."
The tyrant slowly opened his hand, as if to hug Gray.
"None of this matters, what matters is value."
Putting his hands on Gray's shoulders, the two faced each other. Gray tried to see the tyrant's face clearly, but he could only see his head wrapped in countless cables. Between the gaps between the lines, he could not see it opening from time to time.
's scarlet eyes.
"The name of the Shadow King is..."
The tyrant leaned down and whispered into Gray's ear, describing the crazy real name.
The moment Gray's name rang in his ears, his soul seemed to have left his body, his body was as stiff as a stone sculpture, all the blood in his body was stagnant in his blood vessels, and even his heart briefly stopped beating.
He didn't know exactly what kind of mood he was feeling now, but his body was trembling uncontrollably. He didn't know whether it was because of excitement or fear. The strong mood swings even made him feel vomiting, and he wanted to let go of all the dirty thoughts in his heart.
Spit out all the dirty things.
Gray's mind went blank, and the name echoed in his ears. He couldn't believe it. He looked at the tyrant in front of him, and when he was about to reprimand him loudly, he remembered another thing.
The devil never lies, and everything he says and does is absolutely true.
This is all true.
He is the Shadow King, he is...
"Gray, your expression is really great now."
The tyrant's voice interrupted Gray's random thoughts. He waved his hand, and Jamon's broken corpse emerged from the blood. The corpse had lost most of its flesh and blood, and only the white bones remained after being devoured by rotting roots and shoots.
Looking at the dilapidated face, the tyrant said pitifully, "How pitiful... He seems to be the right one, and you are the villain who stops everything."
As the tyrant spoke, he turned around, looked at Gray with dull eyes again, and said with a smile.
"The time has come to decide, Gray."
Gray's pupils slowly solidified, and the tyrant in his eyes became extremely evil and crazy, like a collection of all evils in the world.
"Should we kill the Shadow King, or fight for him?"
