Three days later, a carriage embroidered with a two-headed dragon pattern drove into Newk City, but it only stayed for a moment before setting off towards the Golden Halberd Plain.
The city lord, Christo, stood by the window with a complicated look on his face, and immediately ordered his men not to be disrespectful to the people in the car, no matter how mean they were.
He opened the official document in his palm again. The content was very simple, with only a few words. However, the fire paint mark of Archduke Grylls and the Twin Towers looked extremely dazzling.
This represents an absolutely unquestionable power, something that has never happened in Cisse since the Holy War. The integration of royal power and the Twin Towers is a power that can shake everything.
"Stop your curiosity and do what you should do, or you will die." Christo sighed, and then lay down directly on the bed.
He has decided that no matter what happens in these two days, even if Newk City is destroyed, he will never show up. A figure once again appeared in his mind, it was his late wife who had been dead for many years.
The conversation was divided into two parts, and the carriage finally stopped a few hours later, and a young man with a scarred face walked out of it.
I saw him scattering his only servant, and then walking alone on the Golden Halberd Plain. The cool wind stirred his mage robe, and the fluorescent light in his hand kept flashing.
He used to be very happy, his father was so reliable, his mother was so kind, and his sister was so petite. Life was so slow that it seemed to be spinning in circles. Although he came from a merchant family, he was content with the status quo.
The Holy War began, and my father who was out shopping was killed by King Ogu's cavalry, and even his body was not found in the end.
After hearing the bad news, my mother burst into tears. Although she went about her daily life as usual, she lost all hope. In order to take care of herself and her sister, her mother sold everything and eventually died miserably in a wooden house in a slum.
The brother and sister were reduced to the bottom of the poor. He was frail and sick from eating garbage, and his sister could no longer get out of bed. One night, his only relative was taken away and sent to a nobleman's mansion.
The young man rushed towards the aristocratic area crazily, enduring the beatings and abuses from the guards, and kept trying to squirm forward. In the end, he was thrown into the prison, as if no one cared about him anymore.
A dark red leather shoe belonged to his sister, and it was also the last relic that he desperately hugged. His sister's smile was fixed in his mind, and his bruised body could not be forgotten.
The young man put his handprints on the wall and scratched continuously, hoping that the pain would relieve his inner guilt. His fingernails were curled up, his eyes were bloodshot, and a vague pressure slowly spread.
That night he had a dream, in which he saw his father, his mother, and his sister who had just died again.
He yelled and roared, hoping that the other party would take him away, even if he would never wake up again. But his words were always echoing in the air, like a crappy play directed and performed by himself.
Fluorescence flashed, and lengthy and awkward spells appeared in the air. The young man passively wrote down these things, and then slowly opened his eyes.
The explosion sounded, and the thin man walked out of the prison step by step. He didn't care about the fragments of internal organs and dirty blood hanging on his body, and walked straight to the noble area.
Along the way, he didn't know how many Sisai cavalry he had killed, nor how many blood holes he had found on his body. For revenge, he would break the noble man's neck with his own hands.
"That's it, my only relative died because of such garbage."
"My sister can rest in peace, but what about my father and mother?"
"All this is King Ogu's fault. If he hadn't launched the holy war, the whole family would not be like this."
"King Ogu, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to crush your heart!"
The young man looked up to the sky and screamed, and his whole body was as crazy as a demon. He had lost the last meaning of living, and only killing could calm the hesitation in his heart.
"Except for those last words, I can kill you for every word you said before, but... I like you very much, come with me."
An old voice suddenly rang in his ears, and then he walked out of the shadows. He was wearing a spotless mage robe and a cold expression that showed no anger or authority.
"Can I get revenge by following you? If not, you can kill me now." The young man licked the blood around his mouth and asked with a smile.
"I don't know, but at least there will be a chance for revenge. Other than that, do you have a better choice?" The old man shook his head and waved to signal the Cisse cavalry to put down the rapier.
"My name is Hercules. From now on, you will be my servant. You can kill whoever you want, if you can." The two walked towards the Twin Towers. The young man completely ignored his injuries and bombarded him along the way.
Killed countless unfortunate people.
The memories ended here. At this time, the Golden Halberd Plain ushered in the second day, and also ushered in the patrol team from Ogu City. The leader was a high-level magician and a confidant who had followed Yuri for many years.
Without any hesitation or any nonsense, the young man touched his staff and walked towards the opponent's camp step by step.
"Damn King Ogu, damn lackeys, why are you still alive?"
"We in Cisse don't welcome garbage, and I don't want to see bed bugs. Uninvited guests are the most disgusting thing."
"Invisible magic turns into substance, clay, pendants, lice and mites hidden in the folds, dust dormant in the hair, in my name, delayed detonation!"
The chanting of mantras stopped abruptly, and the Golden Halberd Plain was filled with smoke. Those were the traps that he spent a whole night setting, and it was the sound of the door to purgatory opening.
The ground shook uncontrollably, countless nightshades were turned into ashes, and even the sound of explosions reached Newk City. When the dust cleared, the only person who was still alive at this time was the high-level magician who led him.
"The flower of the secret, the chaotic magic pattern, the dazzling light emerging, the fragmented unyielding faith, in my name, the magic explodes!"
The young man raised his feet and walked forward, and the chanting of mantras sounded again. Under extremely precise control, the opponent's arms instantly turned into blood mist.
"From today on, the Principality of Cisse will not recognize the existence of the Secret Magic Union. We have our own organization called the Secret Society." Turning around and leaving, the young man laughed wildly and put away his staff.
The guards in Newk City lowered their heads. They had never seen such a bloody scene. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it brutal.
Although this young man is not the pinnacle of power, the aura emanating from his body is more dangerous than that of a wild beast. It is an attitude that completely disregards life, and is so crazy that he is hungry enough to eat corpses.
The magical fluorescence flashed again, and a Sisai cavalry was instantly killed. Blood dyed the bluestone road red, and the young man continued walking as if there was no one around, as if he had just crushed a fly to death.
"Someone once said that I can kill whoever I want, if I can do it."
"I'm not afraid of death, so you'd better stay out of the way."
The carriage embroidered with the two-headed dragon pattern drove towards the High Court. Newk City seemed very dull today. Many people chose to hide at home and did not want to participate in these things.