Quadruple split.

Chapter 2424 Fyodor
A week later
Year 9571 of the Holy Calendar, Moon of the Void, Melody 3

Game time AM08:17
Northeastern Continent, Cliff of Broken Head, Evil Eye King's Court

"I have met the king."

After receiving the summons, he rushed to the royal court as soon as possible. Although he was old, he was still energetic and upright. The commander of the Black Lizard Hunters, the right-hand man of the Lord of the Headless Cliff, Yerma Santos, knelt on one knee with a solemn expression and said softly to the [Evil Eye King] who was leaning on the huge bone throne. He was much shorter than ordinary lizardmen and had a pair of blood-red eyes: "I am late, please forgive me."

"This is a private occasion, Uncle Yerma, I hope you can relax a little."

The Lizard King, who had already dismissed the others, woke up from his deep thoughts and immediately raised his hand to signal the other party to stand up. He smiled a tired and slightly weak smile that was very different from the [Evil Eye King] in most people's minds: "I asked you to come here, but I can't let others see me in this state now. I don't even have anyone to chat with."

Yerma was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked quickly to the Lizard King. He looked at the purple-red light that was constantly emanating from under the layer of "gray scales" on the other party's body with a stunned expression, and his pupils suddenly contracted: "Fedo, didn't you just... three months ago..."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Yerma, but my last Good Friday was actually forty-eight days ago. As for the one you mentioned, it was a long, long time ago for me."

Only at times like this did the lizardman, who was more like Fyodor Gota than the Evil Eye King, shake his head and interrupt the other party. He huddled in the spacious throne and said tiredly, "Every time, this damn disease brings me a new and subversive experience. Every time, I have to fight the urge to kill myself to stop the pain. You must admit that this damn evil poison is far more cruel than the Evil Eye King."

A trace of pain flashed across Yerma's eyes. He raised his hand and pressed it on the Lizard King's shoulder, paralyzing the latter's nerves with his powerful Qi. He sighed and said, "If I had known this would happen, you shouldn't have..."

"I had no choice, Uncle Yerma. I was just a worthless person who was not valued and was only spared because of the dirty bloodline of the Gota family. My physical condition was already in such a bad state before we met."

The Evil Eye King laughed dryly, and a hint of nostalgia flashed in his crimson pupils. "To be honest, I really enjoyed the feeling that my father clearly hoped that I would die of illness sooner, but he had to endure me struggling to survive in front of him every day, so that he would realize the cruel reality that the surname 'Gota' is not noble and that I would become a deformed child and a waste. That was the main motivation for me to survive those days."

Yerma shrugged noncommittally and reminded, "But the greatest king in the history of Broken Head Cliff is the one in front of me, the [Evil Eye] Fyodor Gota."

"Yeah, a perfect irony."

The Lizard King raised his mouth exaggeratedly and grinned: "As the person who hates the Gota family the most, I have made the Gota family name greater than ever before. To be honest, Uncle Yerma, if I had known this day would come, I probably would not have chosen to continue to live with the [Curse Poison] left by my mentor."

Yerma calmly looked at the king in front of him, who was not only in a weak state, but also far from healthy under normal circumstances, and asked directly: "So? Fedor, are you planning to end this with death?"

"That is the easiest way, but also the most humble, weakest, and most disgusting way."

The Lizard King closed his eyes and snorted softly: "If I die now, it is likely that I will leave a heavy mark on many forces, including the Holy Church Alliance. For example, the evil and cruel but ambitious former master of the Broken Head Cliff, Fyodor Gota, will not be able to escape death after all. But if he had not died suddenly, the situation would probably have turned out differently."

Yerma nodded slightly and asked, "Isn't it good to leave your name in history?"

"Of course it's not good. You know, Broken Head Cliff has been ruled by the Gota family for many years, and I have no offspring, so people don't remember Fyodor. Instead, whenever they mention me, they think of 'the last Gota' or 'Gota for generations'."

The Lizard King raised his hand and gestured, then said in a cold voice: "Although I don't know when those people will start counting, to me, this is an extremely offensive insult, so I can't die yet. I want to clear the name of [Evil Eye], I want to clear the name of [Fyodor], I want everyone to forget the stupid surname 'Gota', I want to create a great cause that will make people forget what the Broken Head Cliff used to look like."

Yerma sighed and said softly, "That being said, Fedor, you are too lacking in tenderness towards your own body. If this continues for a long time, one day you will..."

"I will die miserably, and will be tortured by the curse in my flesh and blood until I am no longer human."

The Lizard King interrupted his most trusted confidant who truly recognized and cared about him from the bottom of his heart, and said in a deep voice: "But even so, I will never stop myself to relieve the curse. Uncle Yerma, you should know that the strength of the Headless Cliff does not lie in the warriors or lizards, but in me, the [Evil Eye King]. Although freezing my body functions can relieve the curse, it will also make me a useless person half of the time every day. In that case, the [cards] in my hand will only become smaller and smaller."

Yerma nodded slightly and asked, "So that's why you are promoting cooperation with Dunbuya City at this point in time. Although this action gives the three mobs an excuse to unite against us, only now is the time for us to be full of muscle and have the most weight in our words."

“That’s part of it.”

The Lizard King wearily stroked his scales, which had become a little more comfortable due to his loss of consciousness, and managed to sit up straighter. He reminded, "Do you remember what I did when the Son of the Sun came to Dunbuya?"

Yerma didn't even think about it and immediately replied, "Send someone to provide the Holy Son with information about the Blood Feather Terrace, so that they realize that this is the perfect opportunity to kill the Queen of the Broken Wounds."

"That's right, but there are two details that most people probably don't know."

The Lizard King smiled and said softly, "First of all, the reason why we used our precious spies to provide the Holy Son and Knight Commander of the Sun Cult with unfavorable information about the Blood Feather Plateau is not because of the internal conflicts among our 'barbarians'. Uncle Yerma, you must understand that although the bitch of the Blood Feather Plateau, the pighead of the Steel Bristle Tribe, the dwarves of the Pale Plains and the Gota family of the Broken Head Cliff all regard other 'blood barbarians' as their biggest opponents, I have never regarded those bastards as equals."

Yerma didn't show any surprise, but just calmly agreed: "I can see that a little bit."

"Of course. After all, you are my Uncle Yerma, the person I trust most in this world."

The Lizard King kept smiling and continued, "So those amazing intrigues and those wonderful internal fights among the three idiots who regarded me as their number one enemy were just entertainment for me to kill time."

Yerma also smiled, then remained silent, waiting for what to say next.

"As for the second detail, it's not your fault that you couldn't see it. After all, it was an attempt that only I knew about." The Lizard King reached his bony right hand, which was almost uncontrollable at this moment, into his arms, took out a bottle of crystal clear green liquid, bit open the cork with great effort and drank it all before continuing, "I actually gave our spies an extra task, which is to show goodwill to the Knight Commander of the Sun Cult, implicitly express my intention of not minding joining forces with him, or even being their dog, and also to say that I have a lot of similar intelligence here. As long as they are willing to establish a cooperative relationship with me, I can earn them more for the same level of merit as killing the Queen of Mutilation."

Yerma didn't care at all that the Lizard King had done these things without his knowledge. He just nodded seriously and said, "I see. Then what?"

"Then?"

The Lizard King sneered and said with a gloomy look, "Then that night, I dreamed of the Son of the Sun."

Yerma was stunned for a moment, and after half a second of reaction, he asked in a slightly strange tone: "You mean, you 'dreamed' of the Son of the Sun?"

"Or rather, I saw the Son of the Sun in a 'dream'."

The Lizard King grinned, looked directly into Yerma's eyes and asked, "You don't think this is just a simple misunderstanding, or a demonic act of self-conceit, do you?"

"of course not."

The latter immediately shook his head and said seriously: "After all, as far as I know, you... don't dream at all."

"Yes."

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The Lizard King shrugged and said calmly, "Ever since I chose to use the 'curse poison' left by my mentor to prolong my life, I haven't had any dreams since then. After all, I can't even sleep normally. The similar physiological state is essentially a fake death tampered with by the 'curse poison'. Whether a person is really dead or fake dead, theoretically, they can't dream."

Yerma, who also knew the secret, nodded slightly, and his expression became more serious.

"As a result, as you just learned, one day I actually had the physiological reaction of 'dreaming' which I had not experienced for a long time. Just when I ignorantly thought that the 'curse poison' might have begun to subside, the Son of God named Day Black appeared."

The Lizard King took a deep breath and subconsciously lowered his eyes as if avoiding some glaring presence, but his voice remained calm enough: "He greeted me politely, and politely thanked me for sending someone to tell them the information, and then... told me that no creature in this wild land was qualified to cooperate with him, and punished me for my previous overly presumptuous show of goodwill."

Yerma finally couldn't keep his composure anymore after hearing this, and cried out, "What?!"

"He made me prostrate myself on the ground and taught me to be humble, so that from that day on, my eyes could no longer look directly into the sun."

The Lizard King clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "In the end, he ordered the 'curse poison' in my body to erupt, told me that this was the price of trying to have an equal dialogue with him, and then disappeared in the last second before I woke up."

Yerma's eyes widened as if someone was strangling him: "He...he..."

"He's a kid who just turned thirteen, and he also looks like a person in human skin... I don't know how to describe it, but I know very well that it's far from something that the damn [Evil Eye] can look directly at."

The Lizard King, who was extremely weak due to the outbreak of the Curse Poison, pulled the corner of his mouth and said dryly: "That was the first time I sought to join forces with the people from the Holy Church Alliance. It was also the first time I had a dream in my life. The same thing is that they both left me with extremely bad memories."

Yerma's expression also turned very ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Then the curse poison in your body..."

“From that time on, things became unstable.”

The Lizard King raised his hands, looked at the purple-red glow beneath the scales on his body, and said calmly, "The regular cycle of eruption, which originally occurred every three months and three weeks, has gradually lost its regularity, and the pain has become more and more unbearable. Of course, I will get used to it. I know I will get used to it. It just takes some time to adapt."

Yerma, whose expression became increasingly ugly, gritted his teeth and said, "But..."

"But I did not give in. Although I could not go against the will of the Son of God, I did not back down because of the pain he bestowed on me. On the contrary, I knew very well that the boy could not represent the Holy Church Union. Everything he showed in my dream could hardly even represent the Sun Cult as I knew it."

The Lizard King laughed grimly. He could hardly control his strength due to the paralysis, and even clenched his hands until blood marks appeared on them. "Finally, I found another potential collaborator, a young priest from the Dawn Sect who can control the Son of Plenty. Although I have never met him, I can feel that he is not the same as the Highness from the Sun Sect. I will use him as a breakthrough point to force the Holy Church Union to accept the Cliff of Broken Head and accept [Evil Eye] Fyodor, and finally..."

He did not continue speaking, but simply crawled wearily onto the throne and slowly closed his bloodshot eyes that were filled with hatred, madness, and cruelty.

As for Yerma, he knelt on one knee before the king who had fallen into a state of suspended animation, his eyes filled with sorrow and piety.

One day, the Cliff of Broken Head will be reduced to ashes, but before that, the great Fyodor Santos will surely make the whole world tremble. He will use any means and at any cost to prove that he has lived and been here. With the purest malice and killing, he will drag countless people into his own overly idealistic fate, which is the farthest from the sanctuary.

The "living purgatory" that has always accompanied Fyodor throughout his life.

Chapter 2415: The End

(End of this chapter)