Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

In the ruins of the dilapidated royal court, the afterglow of dusk was brushed away by shadows.

Rather than saying it was a battle, it was better to say that Sasriel trapped the Giant King in place. The black curtain seemed to be very gentle, but absorbed all the escaping power without any burden.

"Fallen" is the authority controlled by Sasril. It is not difficult for him to suppress the crazy Almir.

Especially now that Ormir has completely lost his mind. Saslier's brows have been frowning slightly, showing an arc full of lamentation.

He had anticipated many situations and what should be discussed in the meeting with this "Giant King", but it was definitely not in this situation, seeing Ormir struggling and irreversibly slipping to the end.

Even if Saslier hadn't taken action, Ormir's body would have completely collapsed if only one more day passed. Saslier just created a barrier to speed up the process.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, the giants have also suffered heavy losses.

Opening his eyes on the outer edge of a black curtain, he looked down at the majestic and vast Giant King's Court below. There were few survivors among the collapsed buildings. He looked directly at Ormir's out-of-control mythical form, which was enough to make those ordinary giants lose it. life.

The Royal Court Stalkers, led by "Light Killer" Milgungen, are working hard to carry out their rescue operations. Most of the Royal Court Stalkers have gradually gone crazy, and were eventually dragged away by their teammates who were still barely conscious. The center of chaos.

This is not something they can participate in, not because they don't care, but simply because the longer they stay, the sooner they will die.

"God of the Morning" Badheir held the giant sword condensed from the dusk light and waited with bated breath.

"God of Honor" Bradl held a similar giant sword and stood opposite Badheir, like the reflection of the opposite ends of a mirror.

Their one-eyed, broad faces are eighty similar, but their expressions are completely different.

"Badheir, my brother." Bradl raised the giant sword in his hand, feeling unable to vent his uneasiness.

Badheir had a straight face and did not show any emotion: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Where's mother?"

Badheir looked away and looked at the figure trapped in the shadow. Because of the multiple barriers between sight and mysticism, the giant king's swollen and cumbersome body no longer seemed so impactful.

Badheir's voice was also tense, as if he was anxious because of the Giant King's condition: "Our mother is still in the Kingdom of Silver."

But Bradl was not a fool. His one eye was wide open, and the bloodshot eyes of pain and resentment were clearly visible, covering the whites of his eyes: "My brother! Why don't you bring our mother back!?"

"Why did you bring your mother back? He wouldn't want to see this." Badheir replied calmly, "Can't you see? Our father can't hold on any longer."

"Father is very good. He has always been the best and the best king of the giants..." Not only the voice, Bradl's hand holding the giant sword also began to tremble. His brother who was connected by blood made him feel strange. Haier's attitude made Bradl's uneasiness grow crazily.

"No, He is not good. Look at the once glorious palace. His blood is spilled on the steps. It is more rancid than maggot-infested grapes." Badheir said softly. He slowly raised the giant sword and dragged it with his finger. The royal court gate leads to a bloody path.

Bradl raised the giant sword in his hand, but he never held it firmly enough like Badheir. The tip of the sword in his hand trembled back and forth, emitting a tiny halo: "What do you know? You know..."

Badheir's one eye turned to the tip of Bradl's sword, and the giant sword in his hand also flipped the angle, aiming at Bradl's neck instead of his face. This was a both offensive and defensive angle: "This is a tragedy, and there is nothing we can do. My pathetic brother."

Bradl didn't know whether to believe Badheir or the doubts in his heart: "There is nothing you can do? Isn't it the evil dragon that escaped -"

Badheir interrupted Bradl directly: "Yes, there is nothing we can do, Bradl."

Bradl raised the giant sword with both hands and took half a step forward. It looked like he might raise the giant sword, jump up and chop it down at any time. The bloodshot eyes in his one eye became more and more ferocious: "What on earth do you know? Badheir, tell me!" I don’t believe my father would—”

"As you can see, my father failed to resist madness in the end and allowed his consciousness to go to a dead end." Badheir interrupted Bradl again, not caring what his brother had to say. Say, it doesn't matter what Bradl thinks.

Ormir's roar came out through the tumbling shadow curtain, making Bradl and Badheir's bodies freeze. They turned their heads at the same time and saw large pieces of flesh and blood flowing and falling off of Ormir's body. , exposing the ribs of the giant's chest.

It was unknown whether it was due to pain or weakness, but the Giant King, who had lost the ability to think, uncontrollably bent his spine, drooping his waist and legs.

He knelt heavily on the ground, causing a turmoil of sword light and shadow within the curtain, but all the aftermath of the power was tightly locked and shrouded in the shadow.

"No, father..." Bradl lowered his giant sword a little, but soon he looked at his brother again, no longer concealing the aroused hostility and anger, "Why are you looking for him? Him! Why do you want those aliens who do not belong to the giant race to come here!"

"Then can you stop the out-of-control father? Or can I stop the crazy king?" Badheir's eyes became cold, and his mask seemed to be cracking, no longer concealing his alienation from this brother.

"But they can't be trusted. They are not giants! The ancient sun god claimed to be a human god. Maybe they conspired with the dragon clan to kill our father!"

Bradl's roar was mixed with Ormir's roar, coming from two different directions, but it was like a question pushed on Badheir's shoulder.

Badheir just shook the giant sword in a circle, and with a "clang" sound, Bradl's sword tip, which was trembling from beginning to end, tilted to the side.

Such careless and perfunctory behavior aroused the anger of the Giant King's youngest son.

The moment Bradl swung the giant sword, he jumped high. When the giant sword fell like silk, his figure also blended into the dusk. Everything within the reach of the orange light became slow.

Badheir seemed indifferent, but He had been deliberately provoking Bradl's temper. Now that he was facing the situation He wanted, Badheir would not be careless.

Also holding the giant sword, Badheir raised it up and blocked it. As he shouted, an orange-red storm erupted from Badheir's hand. The sword continued to produce denser blades, and they mercilessly Surrounding Badheir, it seems that the colors of dusk are also being cut into pieces.

Dense and crisp collisions sounded one after another. Bradl used agility that was inconsistent with his body shape to quickly turn the giant sword, and in the storm of blades, he opened a passage to get closer.

But that's about it.

A shrill cry came out, and the sword storm stopped in an instant. However, the giant sword of the "God of Honor" had not stopped its chopping momentum, and was still slashing diagonally forward, almost landing on Badheir's body. On the head.

Then the approaching Cyclops let out another scream.

The thorny vines broke through the ground and struck hard in front of the giant sword, barely changing the direction of its fall. Because of the distraction, Bradl did not put all his strength into the giant sword, but let it deviate from what he expected. traces of.

The sword edge failed to cut off his brother, but it had severed the friendship between the two, and a line of blood appeared on Badheir's forehead.

"How could you! Why are you doing this!?"

The female Cyclops who was screaming hysterically had appeared next to the two of them. Her long dark brown hair was messy and messy. She was wearing leather armor on her upper body, but her long skirt on her lower body had been torn to pieces by the sword storm. became tattered.

"Mother..." Badheir's eyes became very tired. He didn't want Omi Bella to appear here, and he didn't want his mother to face the death of his father, but he still came.

Bradl looked at the blood dripping from the edge of his giant sword in horror, one drop after another. It seemed that the blood did not fall among the gravel, but dripped on His heart.

Why would He raise his sword to his brother so easily?

Badheir allowed Omi Bella to wipe the blood on his forehead. As the giantess's fingers wiped it, the light in the scar dissipated and slowly healed.

Their eyes no longer fell on each other, but turned to the curtain that was gradually floating up and condensing into black figures.

The king's body was still strong, but the dusk itself was failing and coming to an end.

Bradl closed his eyes tightly. He had a premonition that this would be the beginning of the decline of the giant race.

In the corner shrouded in secrecy, at the top of the half-remaining tower, Darborg and "Night Goddess" Amanysis were standing together.

The corners of Amanysis's mouth under the veil were slightly raised.

Dazhberg looked at the scene on the field with a heavy expression: "Is this good?"

"Yes, she is already the 'Harvest Goddess', and will further accommodate the characteristics we found earlier."

Dariborg looked at his right hand, and a shadow of a monocle appeared from his fingertips, and then slowly dissipated: "Although I have studied various powers of my own, I have never practiced this kind of 'stealing'. Destiny' thing."

Amanysis pointed out something else: "We were successful because we were lucky enough, weren't we? At least some people knew the truth before it was completely covered up."

"For the rest, let him and Badheir clean up the mess, and then leave it to Sasril to communicate."

"You always trust your own half."

Dazhbog winked at Amanisis and pretended to be relaxed:

"If I don't even trust myself, I won't dare to trust others... I am my last resort." (End of Chapter)