A voice sounded in the room, and the next moment, Gruul and Zamul's expressions changed drastically.
"who!!"
Gruul and the other two suddenly turned around and looked in the direction from which the figure came.
I saw a person standing there quietly.
That was a tall and straight young man with handsome appearance and dazzling blond hair. He was standing quietly in front of the door at this moment, looking at Gruul and the two with a smile.
"It's you!!"
Seeing the man in front of him, Gruul's face turned pale: "Angola, what do you want to do!!"
"What do I want to do?" Hearing Gruul's words, Angola had a surprised expression on his face, as if he didn't expect Gruul to ask this question: "Isn't the answer obvious? Just like what I just said."
Walking slowly from the outside, he closed the door of the room smoothly, 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 now.
, I don’t know where I went.”
"You actually know?" After hearing Angola's words, Gruul's heart suddenly tightened before he could breathe a sigh of relief.
"Of course I know." Angola shrugged: "Not only do I know that you sent the letter, I even know the content of the letter."
"Even, I personally sent that letter for you."
"What do you want to do?" After hearing this, Gruul was a little confused. The experience honed by the long-term noble struggle made him instinctively feel that something was wrong: "Which side are you on?"
"Which side is it on?" Angola glanced at Gruul, then shook his head: "Who knows? Anyway, it's just that it's not your side."
"Get ready. In a few days, your time will be up. If you have any last words, please leave them as soon as possible."
"After all, it might be too late after a while."
He said with a smile, and then slowly walked out.
In the hazy darkness, Gruul seemed to see a unique mark flashing across his body.
The mark was complex and carried a powerful and profound power. Within it, the aura unique to the Night Watch Church appeared in a flash, making Gruul stunned.
"The knight named Yasuo didn't show up in the end."
After walking out of the room and looking at the two Gruuls standing in the room behind him, Angola said calmly: "Are you sure this is the person we are looking for?"
"The church has investigated clearly before. The altar in the wilds of Tam City was destroyed by this knight alone."
In the shadows, a deep black figure emerged. He looked at Angola and said, "Judging from the traces left at that time, the strength of this Yasuo Knight at this moment is at least the level of the Golden Knight."
"In this current period, at this age, you can have such strength, do you know what it means?"
"This means that this is probably also a divine descendant? Like Sirna from the Dark Church?" Angola said indifferently.
"Yes." In the darkness, the figure said, "This is a rare opportunity!"
"Your authority is born to plunder the power of the root from other powerful beings. As long as you kill this knight named Yasuo and absorb the power of the root hidden in his blood, you can be promoted one step ahead, and compete with other
Leading the competition for divine beings.”
"Afterwards, we will eradicate the Church of Darkness, absorb the divine power contained in the Son of Darkness, and inherit everything in the Kingdom of Tamru. This will allow you to reach the peak of your power and gain a huge first-mover advantage in this era."
"It sounds good, but what does all this have to do with me?" Angola smiled coldly: "Don't think I don't know. After all this is done, it will be the time when the King of Night Watch revives. Will I still exist then?
?”
"This is your destined glorious destiny." In the darkness, the man began to persuade: "Great gods do not have the concept of a subject of will. You yourself are the coming of the King of Night Watch, and no existence can affect your will."
"Maybe." Angola smiled coldly and was noncommittal, and then said, "How is the arrangements over there with the Bloody Sir?"
"We are almost ready. In two days, we can hold the Blood Moon Ceremony and sacrifice the entire palace to blood."
"It seems that my brothers don't have much time left."
Angola turned around, thinking about Gruul whom he had just seen in the room, and couldn't help but shook his head, and then continued to ask: "Where is the Caruso Altar?"
"Same as before, there is still no reaction at all." The figure said in the darkness.
"We have already reached this point and there is still no reaction at all?" Angola said with some confusion.
Kallusiu, the founding king of the Tamru Kingdom, was also the strongest man in the entire Tamru Kingdom. He once worked with the High Priest of the Dark Church to resist the legendary existence of the Bloody Sir.
As a legendary king who founded a huge kingdom, this King of Knights was extremely powerful and should have been the biggest obstacle in the plans planned by Angola and others.
But it wasn't until after he started that he discovered that Caruso had no reaction at all to their actions. He seemed to have not seen their actions of imprisoning the king and sealing off the kingdom.
This is also the biggest reason why their operation unfolded so smoothly. Otherwise, even if they could finally achieve it, they would not be able to do it silently, and it would inevitably cause an uproar.
"Who knows?" The figure said in the darkness; "Legends exist, and any accidents are possible. Maybe Caruso has died long ago, and now there is only a corpse left."
"Everything is possible, but the only thing we know now is that he has not appeared to stop our actions. This is good news."
Angola shook his head, then looked behind him and left directly.
While waiting, a few days passed quickly.
In the early morning, when the sun in the sky shines on the earth, its faint light envelopes the world, illuminating it brightly.
The faint smell of blood was rising and falling, and in the usually empty palace square, a sacrifice was slowly beginning.
Blazing flames were rising, and in the center of the square, a blood pool stood quietly, with a blood-colored crystal in it.
In the blood-colored crystal, a little girl was naked, lying quietly in the crystal, with her hands on her knees, her face expression calm and peaceful, she seemed to be sleeping.
A faint majesty spreads out from the crystal, and bits and pieces of majesty spread out far and wide. Even if ordinary people just feel it, they can't help but want to kneel down, unable to bear this majesty.
.
In front of the crystal, an old man wearing a blood-colored robe was standing here quietly at the moment, his eyes fixed on the crystal in front of him.
Different from the eyes of ordinary people, his eyes looked at the crystal in front of him with confusion, which contained all kinds of madness, obsession, distortion and other emotions, making anyone who could feel it feel scared.
At this moment, the strong smell of blood bloomed in the same place, where corpses were placed all around, with deep wounds in their hearts.
These corpses were just there, scattered all over the ground, blocking the area around the blood pool. It looked like a garbage dump that specialized in disposing of corpses.
Gruul looked at the scene in front of him with an ugly expression.
At this moment, he was being pressed among a group of people, with all his clothes stripped off, and his whole body was placed there in an extremely humiliating posture.
A burning feeling emerged in his heart, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation emerged, causing the strong self-esteem in his heart to twitch.
Apart from this personal insult, what chilled him even more was the piles of corpses in front of him, as well as the lines and lines carved on his body in front of him.
Beside him, a servant who looked like a maid was holding a colored pen in her hand and was drawing on his body, carving complex marks one after another on his body.
This was not a good sign, and when he was carving the mark, the fate of those in front of him also made Gruul extremely chilling.
As a sharp knife was pierced, the living hearts were dug out one by one and placed on plates in categories. As for the remaining bodies, they were left casually in the pile of garbage specially used to dispose of corpses.
On the field, become one of them.
"Is this how I'm going to die?"
This way of death was so undignified that Gruul couldn't help but feel a chill in his body and mind whenever he thought that he would die in such a way.
As a warrior and commander who has experienced battles, he is not afraid of dying on the battlefield, nor does he shy away from having his body chopped into several pieces and dying in a miserable manner.
But now this method of death challenged the limits of his imagination and gave him the urge to commit suicide on the spot.
It's a pity that even if he wanted to commit suicide on the spot, the people here did not give him this chance.
Before he came here, a spell had been cast on his body. At this moment, his whole body was filled with a sense of powerlessness, and he could not even move his hands and feet, let alone pick up a sword and commit suicide.
Feeling this, he finally closed his eyes, unable to bear to look any further, and could only wait quietly for his death.
His appearance was seen by Angola on the side, so he couldn't help but smile: "Brother, the difference between your appearance now and your appearance in the past is really big."
After the words fell, Gruul's eyes moved, but in the end he did not open his eyes, pretending that he did not hear.
Seeing his reaction, Angola also shrugged, feeling a little bored about it.