Chapter 276: The final battle (8)

Tang Cuo became more and more certain that Louis XIV wanted to recover in Theodore's body, because he could not only feel the tear of the soul, but also feel the skin around his neck was hot.
He rushed to the side of the pool and looked down, a rose pattern looming on his neck. It was a red rose, enchanting and gorgeous, blooming from the jaw to the collarbone, with a hint of gold.
This thing, like a tattoo and a birthmark, is said to have been born by Louis XIV. Bloody Rose, Louis XIV, a powerful tyrant born to be extraordinary.
The patterns appear and disappear, and are not stable, but this look is enough to expose Theodore's identity. Tang Cuo raised his left hand to cover his neck, and before he did anything, he heard two exclamations rang from the side.
"What is that in your neck?!"
"Rose, rose!"
Two silver armor guards emerged from the corner and looked at Tang Cuo in amazement. The silver-white long hair and the sword of adjudication, this identity is too easy to recognize, especially this hair color, makes the looming rose pattern more conspicuous.
But how is this possible?
How can the famous white knight Duke show the characteristics of roses? The emblem of the White Knight family is the white rose!
Tang Cuo looked at them, and suddenly there was a violent heart, as if a voice was telling him: kill them. His hand holding the sword also seemed to be out of control, wanting to get blood.
In the eyes of the two guards, Tang Cuo's temperament suddenly changed, becoming fierce and brutal, but not as cold as before. They quickly raised their swords and made a precautionary gesture, but listened to Tang Cuo's voice:
"roll."
It was a murderous word that seemed to squeeze out of the throat, and it was chilling. The two looked at each other, hesitating whether to leave or not, and they saw that the pattern around Tang Cuo's neck became brighter and brighter, as if to make his eyes red.
"Go!" The two finally made their choice and fled in a hurry.
Tang Cuo looked around for a week, and the scattered crowd hid, but there were still many curious, frightened eyes in the cracks of the window and around the corner.
The only thing that made Tang Cuo feel lucky was that he could suppress the recovery of roses. This is a contest between him and Louis XIV, not like the second ring of "Song of the Wind", the plot made him dizzy, he was dizzy, and there was no room for discussion.
Maybe it's not time yet.
All in all, the situation is not particularly bad, but Tang Cuo's current state is unstable. If someone attacks him at this time, he can only let Louis XIV to save his life.
If he meets Jin Cheng at this time, Jin Cheng can certainly use Augustine's identity to protect him, but it will definitely cause a series of troubles and even cause serious civil unrest.
In an instant, Tangcuo made a decision, biting his tongue and staying awake, and then quickly left. At the same time, the large forces of the Ivy League finally arrived at the country of Yueyin. Part of them came through the teleportation of the royal palace, and part of them came through the vast desert and quickly entered the battle.
There was still anxiety in the palace, and His Royal Highness was taken captive, but the Rose Sect did not take the opportunity to make any demands, but instead had no news. This is undoubtedly scary.
At this time, Leng Miao has been brought into the dungeon by Yan Yun and Zheng Yingying. What he showed before him is a group of black ruins covered by years of dust and yellow sand.
Judging from the tall columns and the dome carved with complex patterns, it was once a palace, a magnificent palace complex that was dozens of times larger than the ground. It's just that the palace has a so-called dark age style. The bricks and stones are all black, and the magical runes that are everywhere are golden, with gorgeous decorations, but the overall style is solemn and solemn.
Many palaces in the ruins have been damaged, the dome collapsed, the palace walls were broken, and no flowers and plants survived. In the yellow sand that can be seen everywhere, you can occasionally see a broken sword, a piece of armor, and even a bone.
Time has stained all the bricks and tiles here in the desolation, in the air without the wind, the smell of gold and silver is full of decay.
"What the are you doing here?" Leng Miao asked again. He also found it strange that at least Zheng Yingying's task must be to hijack the prince and threaten the king to bow down to the rose sect, but Yan Yun took them here and walked in the walk, no matter what happened outside.
What matters so much?
"Do you know what's here?" Yan Yun asked back.
"I know I still ask you?" Leng Miao was not angry.
"It's an extremely splendid magical civilization in the dark age." Yan Yun raised his hand and stroked a black stone wall. The dust was peeled off with his fingertips, revealing golden magic runes. Because the time has passed too long, the gold paint has been mottled, and the runes have been invalidated, but there is a more mysterious feeling.
Without waiting for Leng Miao to continue to ask, Yan Yun went down and said: "In order to completely erase the traces that once existed in the Tucha dynasty and prevent the dark forces from returning, the Sicilian mainland paid a heavy price. In this thousand For many years, the magical civilization has not advanced, or even regressed. Too many secrets and inheritances are buried here, and there is no day. The people who died here were not all people who were full of evil, and there were many. The innocent people were buried with this palace."
Leng Miao: "I would rather kill by mistake?"
"Otherwise, why do you think the Rose Sect gathered so many people? The demise of a dynasty is not just about right or wrong." Yan Yun shrugged.
"Are all the copies you have experienced tell you?" Leng Miao raised an eyebrow. A four-year-old white and tender little beanie raised his eyebrows, and Yan Yun could not help but see it.
"That copy is called "Days of the Fall of the Gods." I got a fairy tale book and triggered a story from the past." Yan Yun slightly converged with his usual laughter gesture, but the light in his eyes became brighter. "Sicily The people of the mainland have never actually understood Louis XIV. They thought he was a pure tyrant like the previous kings. He wanted wealth, arrogant eternal life, and arrogant arrogance. All these things brought him disaster, and eventually I have killed myself, and I am dead."
Speaking of which, Yan Yun paused briefly.
His eyes passed through the broken wall and fell into the direction of the well of time, saying: "But in fact wealth, eternal life, these things are not in his eyes. He is indeed arrogant, the first madness in ancient times, his opponent has never been Not a person, but a god."
After hearing this, Leng Miao suddenly thought of Yan Yun's move to kill God. At that time, Yan Yun was the who slaughtered with a "Sicilian Fairy Tales", that is to say, he did it only after he came to the mainland of Sicily.
Zheng Yingying also thought of this. These days Yan Yun has told her a lot, without evasion, and there is no mystery that oss should have.
This person is always frank about chatting about conspiracy.
"You enter the copy with Tang Cuo and they should have introduced you to the specifics in the copy, right?" Yan Yun asked Leng Miao.
"Yes." Leng Miao's rare cooperation.
"Then have you thought about why there is no more miracles in the Sicilian continent after the end of the dark age?" Yan Yun smiled, holding his sleeves and continued to ask: "The dark age is really the dark age, really just because of the observation Is the rule of the dynasty? There are people with ambitions. If there is one survey, there will be a second survey. Why has the Sicilian continent, despite its struggles for more than a thousand years, lost its dark age? "
Leng Miao thought about it carefully and realized what he meant, "Because of God?"
"The of Sicily is not the same as the of Yongye. The real god, even if you scold him here thousands of times, only Mr. Crow will be angry. But the of Sicily is different, they can’t Beyond the commonplace, at best it is just a'pseudo-god'. Under the rule of God, the king still wants to bow to the gods, and under the heavens is the shadow cast by God, and where is the real light? Enshrined, the rule of God is large and invisible, and ultimately hatred is attached to the royal family within reach."
With that said, Yan Yun asked again: "Which do you think Sicily and Sicilit in the dark age would prefer?"
Leng Miao couldn't help thinking along his words, and finally had to admit that there was only one answer-the latter.
Only when suffering, can one pray to the gods with the most pious heart. Even the atheist, at the end of the road, will inevitably bet on metaphysics. Therefore, the tyrants of the royal family of the Tucha royal family have been praying day and night, but the gods have done nothing, and when the tyrant began to provoke their authority, they finally became furious.
"The day when the gods fell... You mean, there is no more miracles in the continent of Sicily, because the gods are dead? Is Louis XIV killing them?" Leng Miao asked.
"Bingo." Yan Yun smiled.
"Isn't Louis XIV killed by God? How to kill him?" Leng Miao remembers Tang Cuo said that Louis XIV died of divine punishment.
"That's just a few words that passed down. The people of Sicily never really read Louis XIV, and of course never read the whole story. Remember what I said? God is a false god, and he is afraid of death. . Louis XIV is well-deservedly the strongest in the continent of Sicily. The Rose Army he led can even destroy the entire Dragon Clan, and the Dragon Clan already exists to deal with the gods. How dare they easily fight against Louis XIV?"
Yan Yun said, copying his hands across the stone wall and slowly pacing in the garden where all the flowers and plants had withered, "So in order to attract them to appear and eventually kill them, Louis XIV spent countless years planning, Everyone on the Sicilian continent is a on his game. He used the most powerful means to integrate all the resources on the continent to strengthen himself, even to destroy the dragon, and pushed himself to the opposite of everyone. And when he grew up When it was strong enough that even the gods felt his threat, the rebel army lifted up and wounded him badly. When the saw this opportunity, he would naturally show up to make up one more knife. This is the will of the people, the turbulence of the times, the inevitable consequence, all Everything is intertwined, no one will doubt it, and God will not. And when the gods appear in front of Louis XIV, the real war begins, and that day is-the day when the gods fell."
Leng Miao and Zheng Yingying said nothing. It is impossible to say that such a big game is not amazing, but Yan Yun's story is not over yet.
"Everyone thought that Louis XIV died of God's punishment, so he clapped his hands, but who knew that it was the real killer? Exhausted his life skills, used the power of the whole continent, killed all the gods, and completely ended the rule of God. "
"This is the real end of an era."
"And everyone seems to have forgotten that this famous tyrant was once a friend of the noble elven king."
Elves who love nature will not be friends with tyrants. At least in his youth, Louis XIV was not what he later showed.
"As you said, brutality is an illusion, Louis XIV is still a hero?" Leng Miao felt wrong, killing is killing, so many reasons.
"You don't have to say that. People are complex animals, and indifference and violentness are part of his character. How can he be completely fake? When he is a friend of the elven king, he can talk to him about poetry and music, and he can be sincere. To praise nature, this is him; one day he is tired of worshipping gods, and he decides to overthrow all this, so he voluntarily takes off the shackles of civilization. Tyrant, look whatever you want."
Yan Yun spoke casually, Leng Miao looked at him, and suddenly he felt like he was talking about himself. Of course, Yan Yun and Louis XIV are different, but the determination to kill God is very consistent.
"God Tu, he succeeded, but you failed." Leng Miao said bluntly.
"Miao Miu, you are always so ruthless." Yan Yun smiled helplessly, "but I did misjudge the identity of the deity, and mistakenly thought that the deity of the Night City and Sicily existed at the same level, so I made a fatal mistake. ."
"Then do you want to kill Mr. Crow again now?" Leng Miaoyu sneered.
"It should be said that our Mr. Crow seems to be looking forward to being killed by me, so I will be sent here." Yan Yun said, looking up, as if looking at K through the void.
"What do you mean?" Leng Miao said quickly.
"Do you know what is here? There is a magnificent magical civilization in the dark age." Yan Yun repeated what he said at the beginning, and his mouth was raised. "Louis XIV's top magic gathered by the power of the whole continent is here. Now."
Hearing this, Rao Shileng couldn't help but be surprised. Looking around, in this huge black palace, the stone walls, broken walls, and even the ceiling of the dome are full of magic patterns.
Zheng Yingying also looked up, but her focus was different. "Will this affect Tang Cuo?"
"Yingying, your reaction will make me think Tangcuo is your teammate." Yan Yun smiled, but he was not angry when he looked, but he used to pretend to be hurt in his heart. After teasing, he said again: "Although Louis XIV died in battle, the is really dead, but he still has a back hand. When the rebels wounded him badly, he left a part of his soul in the stabbing of him. Put the sword."
Zheng Yingying gleamed, "The sword of adjudication? Tang Cuo's sword?"
Yan Yun shrugged, "Yes, although in that copy I have never seen the sword with my own eyes, but now it seems that it is indeed that. Looking at the situation of Yueyin Kingdom today, I am afraid that Louis XIV is coming back ."
Speaking of which, he asked with great interest: "Do you think Tang Cuo has a better chance than that tyrant?"