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Text 33 Chapter 33
Text 33 Chapter 33
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The red firelight reflected Gallan's pale face lying in Hoymos's arms, and her lips were even less bloody. The lines drawn with blood red paint on the neck of Piansheng became more and more bright red under the fire light, and formed a sharp and extreme contrast with the pale skin.
The child lay quietly in his arms, with pale lips and cheeks, a weak breath, and the falling eyelashes like broken butterfly wings, extremely fragile, as if he would stop breathing in the next second.
The blood on the wrists and ankles is confused with the blood-red lines drawn. In the dark night, people can’t see clearly. At first glance, only large swaths of blood-red can be seen, as if blood is going to flow from this small body. Exhausted in general.
Heymos even saw that the hands of the child in his arms were stained with blood, and the terrible blood red stained the boy's eyes red. His brain was blank at this moment, and it was sluggish for a while. At a loss in place.
With a snap, a small cyan bottle was thrown on the ground and rolled in front of him.
Hiemos subconsciously grabbed the bottle and glanced up.
King Camos, who threw the bottle to him, did not look at him, but turned his head, and a pair of piercing tiger eyes scanned the surroundings.
On the opposite side, those mad believers had already rushed from all directions, with a distorted face, completely not afraid of death, and rushed towards them as if they were crazy.
"Give him medicine."
King Camos said solemnly, simply and neatly.
Soldiers who have been fighting on the battlefield for many years will have the habit of carrying medicine with them, especially medicine for injuries such as swords and swords. Camos, who was a king but was accustomed to fighting on the battlefield, naturally took it with him, and it was definitely the best medicine.
After speaking, he looked at the crowd of mad believers who came over and snorted mockingly. In his eyes, those guys are like chickens and dead trees.
When a group of ants gather, it is still a group of inferior ants.
He pulled on the reins and clamped his legs under the steed. The horse that had been fighting with him on the battlefield for a long time had already been in harmony with him. When Camos moved, it immediately bowed its head and rushed toward the crowd like thunder.
On the horse of Mercedes-Benz, the mighty Wang raised his sword aloft.
The huge sword with two arms wide of Camos reflects the thunderous cold light in the dark night. This huge sword that does not know how much blood of the enemy has drunk is like a sickle swinging down in the hands of death in the dark——
Without any fancy skills, King Camos just slashed lightly against the nearly a hundred fanatics who came in.
At this time, dozens of people who rushed to the front were severely chopped out, and their chests were cracked with deep bone scars, and they couldn't live if they fell to the ground.
In this way, King Camos used his big sword to chop the mad believers who charged up with his big sword without any fancy. His eyes were full of contempt when he looked down at those people.
The king of beasts would not be afraid because the number of rats is ten times as many as one hundred times his own.
For King Camos, no matter how many people rushed up, these guys were scum and vulnerable.
The fact is indeed the case.
King Camos stood before the bonfire on horseback, and he was alone in the barriers.
The mad believers who rushed up one by one were smashed to death by his sword, countless mutilated corpses piled up in front of him, and countless people who were smashed out rolled on the ground and screamed in pain.
Even the most terrifying and craziest fanatics of the All-Mundan Sect were shocked by the power of King Camos at this moment, and they stopped and shrank.
They stood there, their faces turned blue, and looked at the man who was riding a horse by the campfire with bated breath.
The king of Aaron Landis, known as the "Lion King" by the world.
The lion-like king looked down at them with scorching eyes, contemptuously, arrogantly, and regarded them like ants.
The fire light was jumping, shining on the side of King Camos, and the blade of the big white sword in his hand was dripping with blood at this moment, making people frightened at the first glance.
In the dark, King Camos rode on the ground alone, and his whole body was empty for several meters.
When he was there, no one dared to take a step closer to him.
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Those believers were all blocked by King Camos, and Huimos had time.
He almost hurriedly poured out the white lotion from the medicine bottle and wiped it on Garlan's bleeding wrists and ankles, and then used his teeth to tear off a few strips of cloth from the hem of his clothes and bandage the wound with the medicine.
The light-colored cloth strips were quickly blushed by the blood that was still exuding, but fortunately, the medicine did not take long for it to take effect, and the blood halos stopped and continued to expand.
Hiemos breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his fingers and put them in front of Garlan's nose. The breath that flicked his fingers very lightly gave him a sense of peace of mind.
There was still a little lotion left in the medicine bottle, and he poured it all out and gently rubbed the scabs on the throat of the child in his arms.
Thinking of the scene he saw from afar not long ago, he still feels a kind of frightened heart.
Just a little bit, just a little bit short——
The fragile throat of the child in her arms will be slit.
At that moment, he even felt that he had seen the blood spurting from Garlan's throat into the night sky.
If it hadn't been for King Camos to shoot an arrow through the palm of the black-robed man and hit the dagger flying, I'm afraid he was holding only a cold corpse at the moment.
The child is in his arms now, with a small body, soft, and warm, which makes people reluctant and can't bear to let go.
But precisely because of the warmth at the moment, as long as the thought of the possibility of the person in his arms becoming cold, Heimos felt an unbearable feeling.
He held Garlan and turned his head to look.
In the dark night, the young man's eyes slowly swept over the believers who wore similar black and blue robes around him. The fire fell into his pupils, making the golden-red eyes feel like some kind of palpitating cold flame was burning at this moment.
It's not bright, but it seems to come from the abyss, very terrible.
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Just when the fanatics could no longer bear the fear of the Lion King from the bottom of their hearts, some began to retreat and some began to turn around.
The first believer who wanted to turn around and run wildly just turned his head, and before his body could turn around, his eyes went straight and his whole person froze in place.
The countless knights wearing leather armor and riding war horses stood neatly behind them at some unknown time, and the sharp silver guns in their hands flashed with a forcing cold light in the darkness.
The group of knights who followed King Camos on countless battlefields stood there quietly, and the bloody evil spirit gushing from them overwhelmed everything.
They stand in the dark, they are the invincible iron and blood warriors under the Lion King.
The believer, who was defeated almost instantly, weakened his feet, and fell to the ground.
Then, more and more believers who wanted to turn around and escape, but saw the countless knights behind them, began to collapse. They either slumped on the ground or fled screaming. Some people even tried to rush into the dense forest not far away, wanting to use the terrain to get rid of these knights.
On the dark horse, the brown-haired king raised the big sword in his hand and slashed into the void ahead.
That is the silent king's fate.
The knights who had been standing still moved, and just for an instant, just a sprint, their silver spears pierced the throats or chests of the believers who tried to escape.
This is a totally one-sided war.
One does not stay.
This is the silent kingship given by the sword slashed in the air by the Camos dynasty.
The loyal fighters meticulously carried out the orders of their king.
The screams of the believers who enshrine this altar sounded from the wide altar. They screamed and prayed to their god to save them. However, the gods they had dedicated countless flesh and blood did not appear, let alone save them.
They could only run away, and then fell one by one under the knights' silver spears or swords.
Ironically, these believers finally dyed this black slate that was sacrificed to the gods with their own blood.
But no one would sympathize with them. When these believers sent their innocent and weak children to the altar, their bodies and even their souls were already imprinted with the mark of sin.
These sins can only be washed away with death.
Camos scanned the surroundings, but the bloody scene didn't move him at all.
His long experience on the battlefield has already created his heart of stone. He is the patron saint of his people, but to his enemies, he is like a devil.
It is not that there are no women and children among these believers, but Camos did not intend to let them go. He who had conquered the cult of All Things knows that these seemingly weak and harmless women and children, as long as they enter the cult, are no less brutal than men-these seemingly poor women and underage young believers have personally countless times. The other innocent children were sent to the altar and sent to hell.
These women and children are not worthy of sympathy.
If they were let go because of pity today, they would have been thoroughly brainwashed and would not repent at all. This will only lead to the loss of more innocent people in their hands in the future.
What he wants to protect Camos has always been the kind, upright and orderly people among Aaron Landis. These believers with blood on their hands are not the people he wants to protect, but the criminals he must wipe out that have seriously endangered Aaron Landis.
It didn't take long, and the screams one after another gradually disappeared. After all, most of these followers of the Sect of All Things are ordinary people. Fanatics are just better than ordinary people. Facing the guards of King Kamos who have stepped on the bloody sea of corpses, they have nothing at all. The power to fight back.
With a wave of Camos's great sword, he severely chopped the leader of a fanatic who was trying to escape to the ground.
The fanatic was clutching the bone deep wound on his chest, coughing up blood, and staring viciously at Camos on the horse.
"King Camos who persecuted me..."
He was vomiting blood and gasping, making intermittent noises.
"We are not going to die... Everything is there, I teach it... God is watching us."
He looked at Camos with hatred, and said something like a curse.
"The persecutors of God... King of Violence, you will be punished, and the kingdom will be punished too... God will not forgive you, God will bring disasters on the land of Aaron Landis... ...We curse you, curse Aaron Landis..."
The last intermittent sentence was not finished, and the long sword penetrated deeply into his chest, causing the believer's voice to abruptly cease.
King Camos drew out his big sword, and indifferently swiped the bloody blade on his shoulders.
He looked down at the corpse, grinned, arrogant, but the tall and majestic figure made people think he was arrogant for granted.
"I am the king of Aaron Landis, no matter who it is, as long as you are in Aaron Landis, you have to obey my king's orders, and your god is no exception."
He said, an understatement.
"If your god is dissatisfied, let him come to me, and I will answer."
He is the king of Aaron Landis, he will guard the country and his people.
The guy who wants to harm Aaron Landis, even if it is the so-called god, he dare to fight with it!
As night fell, the morning sun had risen from the distant horizon.
The brilliance of the morning light shone, and the golden brown hair of King Camos, who was riding a horse on the ground, illuminated like a burning sun.
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Xie Muer got off his horse and walked quickly over.
Seeing the little prince with blood on his hands and feet and with a weak breath, he frowned.
From the beginning, he did not approve of Garlan as a prince taking personal risks for the children of low-level civilians, even now he still thinks so. However, he had always thought that Gallan, who was almost incapable of doing anything in the future, was able to do such a thing, which really surprised him, and it was somewhat changed.
Even if Gallan's behavior was not in compliance with the rules, at least the child's courage in the face of danger made him appreciate.
Although the little prince usually looks squeamish and ignorant, he is still reliable at critical moments.
The priest of Shamash thought so, leaning over, wanting to take Garlan from Huimos. But just as he stretched out his hand, the young man who had been holding Garlan sitting quietly on the ground suddenly raised his head and glanced at him.
The cold breath that passed through those golden-red eyes made his heart palpitations for an instant.
After being startled for a while, Xie Muer's expression became serious.
"Prince Huimos, please give me His Royal Highness Garland, he needs a better arrangement."
Huimos lowered his eyes and didn't say a word or move, but he tightened his lips, and the fragments of black hair cast a deep shadow in his eye sockets.
He got up without saying a word, grabbed Ximuer's horse, put Garlan on it, and then turned on the horse by himself.
What else Xiemuer wanted to say, a voice came from next to him.
"Sheemur, let him take care of Garlan." Camos said, "you have to deal with the follow-up, over there, you have to deal with the group of children."
Xie Muer glanced at the corner of the altar, where there were a group of children who were half scared and fainted and half crying.
"Yes, King Camos."
He replied, took another deep look at Hiemos, then turned and walked over there.
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The sun rises, then a day passes, and then slowly sinks into the horizon.
After a busy day, King Camos finally managed to deal with the follow-up work. He finally took time out, devouring the dried meat and talking vaguely.
"How is Garlan?"
"The prince is okay, there is no danger, but he has lost too much blood and needs to rest for a while."
"That's good."
Camos breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where is Huimos? Still there?"
He had affairs, so no matter how worried Garlan was in his heart, he had to work hard to deal with the matter first.
I heard that the kid Heimos was with Garlan all day.
Hey, why can that kid accompany Garlan, so he has to worry about his injured little brother, while he has to be so busy with his life?
Gee, it's so uncomfortable.
Xiemu'er frowned, then spoke.
"...Speaking of this, King Camos, I have something to tell you."
"what?"
"Because of some accidents, the living environment of Heimos and ordinary collateral royal children was very different from a young age... Maybe his excellence beyond others is precisely because of his experience that is different from ordinary people, but That experience brought him not only outstanding talents, but also some other problems."
Sheemur remembered the look Heimos had looked at him not long ago, and even he was startled and palpitated.
Yes, he has always been extremely satisfied with Heymos' outstanding aptitude, but when Heymos is only twelve or thirteen years old, he actually has that kind of eyes, which is simply--
By now, he had to admit that in terms of xinxing, Hiemos was probably inferior to Gallan.
"Prince Huimos, his character seems to be beginning to develop in the direction of paranoia. And... well, maybe it is my illusion, but I vaguely feel that his paranoia seems to have a tendency to fall on His Royal Highness Galan. If this continues, I am afraid it will be bad for both princes."
Xiemuer looked at King Camos and said.
"So, King Camos, I think, even for these two princes, we better keep them at a distance."
The author has something to say: Huimos: ...It's Sheemer, huh. Fupin Chinese
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