This is a cell made of Forbidden Demon Stone. Living here is equivalent to being in the Dead Demon Zone. The only difference is that it is more comfortable.
The little prince of the ghost city, Brenas, thought with relief: If his father had a crush on him, it would not be so troublesome, and he would have specially provided him with a comfortable prison.
The Supreme King would not kill him, and Brenas kept reminding himself in his heart: I am his child, his flesh and blood, his heir, his youngest son.
He can still recall that he made a mistake when he was a child, threw himself under his father's thigh, admitted his mistake, begging for forgiveness, and when he saw tears rolling down his face, he would definitely forgive him.
But that was just the past, and now he would never do this. After all, he did nothing wrong. Even if he did something wrong, he would not be so humble.
"Olot." On his way back to Sultanza from the Sea of ​​Shadows, he begged the arrester, "I never thought of betraying my father, you have to believe me."
Olot is his father's personal bodyguard. In Sultansa, he is known as the "Shadow Star". He has a hooked nose, high cheekbones, and a strong chin.
He always shaved his cheeks cleanly, and his thick hair hung straight to his collar, like a silver glacier, split into two by a black hair as dark as midnight.
However, the lines of his mouth were sharp and his tongue was sharper. He did not answer, but sat there polished his sword, and the afterglow of the setting sun outlined his outline. The eyes seemed to be black, but Brenas had seen them close by, and they were purple...dark purple.
A pair of dark and angry eyes.
"Don't you understand me yet?" Brenas kept explaining, "You have known me since you were a child. You are always protecting me, just like my mother who protected me... Tens of centuries ago, you followed her from the distant Imaska ​​to the territory of Neseril and acted as her guard. Now I need you, and your help, I must leave..."
After returning to Sultanza City from the dark area, he made sufficient preparations and planned to go to Guangze with the lord of Mokou Town Brian.
This is a deal between him and Brian, because they are like-minded and are working together in one direction.
"I'm sorry, little prince." Olot's face was as stiff as a stone. "The Supreme King ordered Olot to obey."
Brenas thought he would be taken to the glass palace at the top of his father's tower, where there were pavilions, heat waves, flowers, heavy and monotonous bees buzzing, and thorny roses...
However, Olot took him to the cold Forbidden Demon Tower. Any spellcaster who is imprisoned here will be as weak as a mortal, and the time flow here will also make people feel desperate.
"Little Prince." said the old housekeeper of Sultanza, "Please forgive a blind old man who cannot climb the tower with you. My decayed old bone cannot control the very different flow of time. The bedroom is ready for you. Please wait patiently for the Supreme King to improve and give new instructions."
"Are you saying that my father is in a bad mood?" Brenas couldn't help but wonder, "Ms. Lost plan is almost completed, and it's only one step away from success. Why is he in a bad mood?"
This is also his biggest concern. He must leave the floating city as soon as possible and find Brian to help him destroy Ms. Lost.
"He expected you to ask this." said the old housekeeper, "The Supreme King's answer was: Patience."
The Forbidden Demon Tower is a broken tower located on a huge reef in the floating city. As a gloomy and terrifying prison, the final outcome of the prisoners is almost always washed away by the rapid passage of time and is exhausted to death.
Brenas climbed the ladder and walked higher and higher. Without the assistance of magic and arcane, his breathing gradually became rapid.
The Forbidden Demon Tower is 60 meters high, and the cell where he is imprisoned is close to the top.
He looked at every door passing by, trying to guess whether the abyss demons, the Badzu demons, or the Yugross demons.
When his cell was closed heavily, Brenas began to instinctively explore a new residence. The room was spacious and airy, and there was no shortage of decoration. The floor was covered with precious carpets, with fine wine to drink, and books for entertainment.
In the corner was a Naserel chess table, which was carved from ivory and agate, but even if he wanted to play chess, he had no opponent.
Through the window, you can see the magnificent landscape outside the tower.
It was sunset at this moment, and the western sky seemed to be a golden-purple brocade, and the clouds were blooming with bright red light. The day was approaching, and the Enoao Desert itself also turned from gold to orange and then to purple.
In a trance, he seemed to see a ruin in the desert. The ruins were also shining with light, the falling pillars were faintly red, and bloody shadows spread between the cracks on the stone floor.
It seemed like his former home. Brenas finally couldn't hide the sadness in his heart, and tears filled his eyes.
Suddenly, he cried, he curled up in the corner, his whole body twitching.
He recalled the truth recorded in the historical corridor of Iolem, and how his elder brother Rivalan wielded his heavy sword and slashed her mother's flesh and bones in the phantom.
Revaran Why do you deceive me, why do you do this, why do you kill your mother?
Memory is actually a strange thing. There is always a corner in everyone's memory.
Because it is too beautiful, I can't bear to share, too humble to show it, too far away to speak, too obscure to talk, too obscure to talk, too unbearable and just want to bear it.
Such a subtle and complex state of mind, intense and enduring emotions, humble and arrogant attitude, and insomnia due to longing, there are only some understatements left in the shuttle of time, and it goes back and forth in the heart, overwhelming.
Brenas thought that two thousand years would be enough for him to forget everything, but he did not know that some memories he deliberately forgot were brewing for too long by time, the more terrifying it would explode.
And he undoubtedly could not bear this power of grief.
That night he cried and fell asleep... from beginning to end.
Even in his dream, he could not calm down. He dreamed of his mother's caress and smiles, dreamed of her humming songs for himself...but Rivalan's sword always chopped her flesh and bones.
Brenas comforted himself that it was just a nightmare. When it was early morning, everything would pass, but when the morning came, he was still in the cell and his father still did not summon him.
My father must have known the truth about this incident for a long time. Brenas kept recalling, adding dye to the anger in his heart. Anger was stronger than tears, sorrow, and sorrow.
Brenas was in a state of unreleased anger and stood up until the third day, and his father still did not send anyone to summon him.
He could only circle around the room, one, two, three, and then three, and then three times, and then three times, he sat at the Naserel chess table and moved a piece aimlessly. He curled up in the seat by the window and read a book until the words were blurred, and he realized that he was crying again.
On the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day, until the seventh day, he finally realized from the angry mind that this was the punishment his father gave him.
Although it is a simple and silent punishment, it is very effective for him now and hits the point.
This is really too much like Terramante Tanshul's way.
Brenas couldn't help laughing out loud. He thought his clever and profound style was actually just showing weakness.
He began to keep a clear and sane mind and decided to enjoy this quiet atmosphere, use this time to heal the wounds, strengthen his will, and prepare for the revenge that will come.
Yes, he wants revenge!
He wanted to go to Sachros in person to confront Rivalan. He knew that Rivalan's intention to kill his mother was definitely a secret instructed by the lost lady Shar. He wanted to destroy Sacher's plan and never let him succeed.
It was obvious that there was no benefit to missing his dead mother endlessly. He forced himself to think of his eleven brothers, especially Viagra.
But just two weeks later, his patience was ground to the same thin as paper.
"I'm going to see my father now!" He said to Olot in his most majestic voice, "You must take me to see him!"
He didn't take him there.
"I already know that I'm wrong. Tell my father that I'm ready to see him." He said in a surrender tone, but Olot turned and left, as if he didn't hear it.
Days passed day by day until Brenas couldn't count how long he had been imprisoned. In despair, he lay more and more on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a dull look, not thinking about getting up at all.
He slept and woke up, and fell asleep again and again, like a useless man. It is hard to see that this is a powerful man with a medium-sized legend, a file scholar with extraordinary enthusiasm for archaeology and history research.
I don’t know how long it took, but one day, a rough hand waving his shoulder and awakened him, “Little Prince.”
A voice that was impressed by him since he was a child said, "Get up and put on your clothes, the Supreme King wants to see you."
Looking at Olot, who was as stern as a rock, Brenas smiled sleepyly. At this moment, he looked like a poor little animal, weak like a kitten.
"How long has it been outside?" he asked.
The time flow rate of the Forbidden Demon Tower is different from the material world. He has forgotten how long he has been imprisoned, so he wants to know how long it has been passed by the outside world.
"One day and one night," Olott replied.
Thankfully, I could still catch up. Brenas breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the husky and low voice and the strong Imasca accent.
He promised the lord of Mokou Town to go to the swamp with him, and a day was enough to get him to catch up with him.
When he arrived at the glass palace of his father's tower, dusk had already arrived.
The Supreme King Terramante Tanshul sat behind a Naserel chess table, playing with a piece carved from agate and tossed and turned in his hand.
He wore ancient and traditional black armor, symbolizing the rule of the Naserrel Empire, and was accompanied by a dragon-winged cloak, fixed-style arm armor and dark purple robe.
But Brenas clearly felt that his face was pale and swollen, and a stream of death was emitting a faint aura around him, which made him realize how long it took for his father to use the prolonging spell to maintain his life.
Seeing him like this, Brenas was very sad...but for some reason, he couldn't say it, so he could only shout, "Father."
"Sit." The Supreme King stretched out his hand, and Brenas sat opposite the chess table.
"I told them to put a Neseril chess table in your room." He whispered, "You should have seen it."
"Who do you want me to go with?" Brenas asked.
"With yourself, many times, before playing games, it's best to study it first. How well do you know about this game, Brenas?"
"Enough to be qualified to participate," Brenas mustered up the courage to answer.
"Participating... does not mean that I can win, but I only play games that I can win." The Supreme King looked at Brenas' face for a long time, and then whispered, "Why? Tell me, Brenas. Tell me why?"
"For the revival of Neseril," Brenas said, his voice raised a little more, "but you look so tired and so weak. You are the supreme king of Sultanza, and you should choose to take the initiative instead of hiding here and let your weakness bring shame to us."
"Do you think I don't know?" said the Supreme King. "Every time I close my eyes, I feel as if I see the territory of Naserel."
"No doubt it is asking you to open your eyes."
"What can I do if I open my eyes?" The Supreme King shook his head, "What should I come will always come."
"At least it's better than sitting here and waiting to die," said Brenas. "What you did has been disappointing me since the shadow plane returned here."
The Ghost Empire clearly has a huge group of spellcasters, legendary powerhouses and floating city, but until now, they have only stayed over the Sea of ​​Shadows and made no achievements. Instead, they ignored the Shar Church in the city and gradually grew stronger.
He didn't want to be so rude to him, but these words blurted out.
"Yes, I am too gentle, too weak, too cautious, even too kind to my enemies." The Supreme King whispered, "But it seems to me that you are now in need of a little such kindness, and you should beg for my forgiveness, not to further anger me."
"You are so noble, my father," said Brenas. "I stood by you from beginning to end. Did I do something wrong or did I betray you?"
"You should not hide it from me and meet with Iolum privately, nor should you cooperate with the lord of Mokou Town." The Supreme King's whisper was silent, and there was no feeling at all.
He reached out and messed up all the pieces on the board, and the agate collided, making a crisp sound, "You accidentally destroyed all my plans and deployments."
"How can I see?" Brenas showed a surprised expression. He could feel that what his father said was true.
"You shouldn't have gone to see Eolum, the strongest man of the Naseril era." The Supreme King sighed and carefully re-placed the pawns. "He could have become our ally and helped us complete the plan of revival together... and fight against the Lost Lady, but before my plan was implemented, you found him in advance and brought the lord of Mokou Town over there. This allowed him to find an opportunity, completely cut off his connection with Naseril, and we lost one of the most powerful ally."
"Is that why you stopped me from going to Hirozawa with Brian?" Brenas's sanity took over the impulse in his mind again, "Is that true?"
"Since Iorem has cut off contact with Neseril," he continued, "there is no doubt that he must have transferred all this connection to Brian. We can fully cooperate with him. After all, behind him is the entire Kingdom of Cormier and the mage of Harua."
"At first, I thought so too." Supreme King said plainly, "But his fate is a double-edged sword, which is both a fire of hope to save the world and a sword of disaster that destroys the world. As long as anything is related to him, the final result will always deviate from its original trajectory."
He carefully placed chess pieces on the chessboard, "The prophecy of the "Dark Chronicle" has been influenced by him and has completely changed the trajectory of its operation. He awakened the divinity of the dark girl, forcing Ms. Lost to appear early. Revalan was also implicated and needed to take a magic ship to Brastar. Do you know the lord of the Fortress of Evil Pond in the desolate universe?"
"You certainly don't know." He said to himself, "He's going to Brace, but Chaos Storm will roll him to the port of mud and then crash into the meteorites of the Evil Pond Fortress. Look, it's like a written script, because Chaos Storm brings gifts to the lord, the desolate universe is such a scheming guy."
There is no one in the desolate universe. Brenas thought that as far as he knew, the lord of the Fortress of Evil Pond never robbed openly, but cunningly "salvage" the crashed magic ship.
The lord will build lighthouses on meteorites floating around the fortress, warning the black holes, meteorite groups and desolate planets, but when the chaotic storm is blowing, they will secretly release vacation signals and seduce the careless captain into a fool.
"What does this mean?" he asked.
"What does it mean?" The Supreme King chuckled, "It means that something that scares the gods may come ahead of time."
"This is just a chain reaction caused by a coincidence." Brenas looked dissatisfied, like a child, "it doesn't prove anything."
"You said you couldn't prove anything, that's understandable."
The Supreme King looked at the crack that appeared in the agate chess piece due to the collision just now. He rubbed carefully and tried to use spells to repair the cracks. "Then let's wait and see, how?"
"What does it mean?" Brenas asked in confusion.
"The magic net has been torn apart." The Supreme King put the repaired agate chess piece in the position of the general and said slowly: "You said that this young mage lord asked you to accompany him to Guangze, then we will make a bet. If he can really turn the situation in Guangze, it means that he has begun to upgrade from the chess piece to the chess player stage. I will not only let you go free, but also carefully consider whether to choose to cooperate with him."
"What if it doesn't?" Brenas asked.
"Otherwise, it's just like you see on the surface." The Supreme King looked at the chess piece he had re-placed, nodded slightly, sighed again, and said slowly: "I might really... let you down forever."
"I can make this bet with you." Brenas was silent for a long time and looked up and said, "But I have a condition too."
"What conditions?" King Supreme asked casually.
"I want to know everything, about everything behind the demise of the empire." Brenas said firmly, "including the manipulators behind the scenes."
"Although this involves the secrets of the gods." The Supreme King straightened the pawn placed in the center and nodded quite satisfiedly, "But if the long-lasting balance is broken, what's the point of keeping these secrets?"
Chapter completed!