Blood tax

Chapter 424 Return of the Hermit

Griffith was lost in thought.Not only him, but outstanding figures like Sidious, Erza, and Roland were also silent. Miss Lover looked around excitedly, wanting to see if there would be more amazing speeches next.

"I think the speculation about the attack should stop here," said Miss Magician. "Everyone knows my identity. According to the marriage contract, I will marry the prince after the sacrifice of the Chosen One. Miss Shadow Priest, I confess , I don’t want to get married yet, and the people in the southern border are not ready either. After the king’s attack, at least for a while, I can breathe a sigh of relief. May the seven gods bless your majesty.”

"I don't doubt what you mean," Miss Shadow Priest said hastily, "I mean, almost everyone is involved in such a major incident, and those who really benefit from it..."

There was a rhythmic knocking sound in the temple.The hermit was tapping the armrest of the seat with his fingers.

Everyone immediately held their breath, waiting for the revelation of this mysterious existence.

"It was I," said the hermit, "it was I who wounded Aurelius."

Griffith was terrified.He clearly felt that Erza, who was stepping on him, also trembled.

"Do you already have the power to interfere with reality? Great Mr. Hermit!" The arbitrator's voice was very excited.

The mysterious man who held high above the spirit world exuded an unbelievable coercion, and spoke slowly.He was always wrapped in a black robe, wrapped in a gray mist, making it impossible for people to see His face clearly.However, at this moment, the fog faded, and Griffith seemed to see an emotionless, huge, indescribable nebula, so sublime that he couldn't look up, and so deep that he couldn't touch it.

The war knight, whose fear was his sword and his fortitude was his shield, was immediately strangled by an invisible hand, unable to move, unable to escape, and hurriedly lowered his head.

"I am Anas Tasios, the hermit of the spirit world.

"I took Hadrian's life. Now, when I return from the spirit world, the blood of the Byelan royal family will be cut off."

The voice of the hermit is like thunder and wind, sublime like nature, and it cannot be defied by manpower.At this moment, He seems to be the will of the world, and every word and deed is the truth.

The moment he heard the name, an indescribable scream echoed in the depths of Griffith's heart.Some kind of crystal-like barrier is shattering, and the enveloping fog is dissipating.

The ban was lifted.

Somehow, Griffith and others realized the true identity of Mr. Hermit.They heard the forbidden spell imprinted in the mind and subconscious:
"His creation must be destroyed, his real name cannot be spoken, his title should be taken away, legislation should be abolished. Give the chaotic and evil Dark Supreme—"

The seal of "Damnatio Memoriae" has been broken, and His name returns like lightning.

The Dark Lord has risen!
The hermit seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief.He raised his right hand and picked up a ring shining with magnificent light:
"Every Lord of the Rings I give you has magical power. After I return to the world, you can use this power to find me and become my assistant. The best one will be my assistant in reality. agent.

"I will grant him unlimited power to fulfill any wish.

"As for the others, I don't have any more requests. You can inform the world of my existence and tell them that Anas Tasios has returned. They remember this name and dare not forget it. No one can stop it."

The calm words seemed to wake up ancient horror memories in Griffith's ears.Before he could sort out his thoughts, his body trembled uncontrollably.

He had a feeling that under the pitch-black robe, the hermit didn't seem to exist, as if his body was part of the nebula, which was so deep and lonely that it made people shudder.

The hermit is the most evil and terrifying fallen person?The former king fell under his hand, and the Aaron family was destroyed by him, but why did he lose his body?
He is by my side all the time. He is the maker of Minos.However, what opportunity gave him the power to re-emerge into reality?Where does the power come from?

so suddenly!

Why did he announce his return to us, and he hoped that we would spread this message? What is the purpose?What kind of motivation?What's the point of giving us the Ring?
For a moment, Griffith had an overwhelming thought, as if a large army suddenly appeared on the peaceful grassland, without warning or supplies, it just appeared out of thin air, and it came for no reason.

Erza stood up suddenly, pinned the back of the neck of the bewildered Griffith and led him to kneel down on one knee.

The arbitrator had already knelt on one knee, followed by Sidious and Roland, and even the princess and Miss Lover were extremely submissive.

No one dared to speak, and the ravings lingered in their ears, which gradually became clear:

"Fear brings lust,
"Desire for power,
"Strength breaks through the shackles,
"us--

"Will be free."

Layer upon layer of echoes crushed over, almost causing one's mind to collapse.

Borunav, who didn't know what to do, raised his head in horror, and dared to look up at this existence at this moment, wanting to see what kind of shadow was hidden under the deep black robe.At this moment, he fell to the ground with a thud, screamed heart-piercingly, pus and blood spurted out of his eyes, and his bronze-like body was cut open with bloody mouths, granulation Squirt outward like a worm.

"No!" Aslante screamed, and rushed to the front of the orc.

She first subconsciously wanted to help, but suddenly she thought of something, and immediately prostrated herself on the ground, pleading with piety of worshiping the gods: "Great god, please, please forgive this stupid orc, his disrespect comes from ignorance, I would give everything in exchange for his life."

This terrifying and crazy mutation made Miss Magician fall to the ground in fright.Griffith wanted to help them, but Erza held the back of his neck tightly.

"Don't look directly at God," the arbitrator looked back at the orc, and then said respectfully, "Master Hermit, the reckless warrior has been punished, please forgive him."

"Get up, my friends, don't reject fear, embrace strength, only in this way can we be free," the hermit under the black robe said calmly and indifferently, like a modest gentleman, "According to the usual practice, I propose A reward is offered. Please sit down, Borunaf, my friend, and you too."

The terrifying mutation and festering on Brunave's body stopped in the blink of an eye, the granulation disappeared, and the wound was healing.Miss Troll let out a long sigh of relief.

Everyone returned to their seats cautiously, listening with bated breath.At this moment, they all realized that the person in front of them needed to be honored with "His" and "Your Majesty".

"I need the extraordinary characteristics of the God's Hand," said the hermit. "No matter who it is, as long as it can destroy a God's Hand, I will grant one of his wishes."

"They?" Sidious asked in a low voice, and Griffith could even feel his fear, "Excuse me, Your Majesty, how many hands of God are there?"

The hermit said: "What has come and is about to come is the thread of life in the virtual world, the master of dreams and the hand of God at the end of reincarnation. They hold the power of death, dreams and magic. Once they appear, the world will know.

"There is another one, from the Seven Gods."

That is to say, besides Naira, there are three hands of gods, one of which is the agent of the righteous god.Griffith suddenly became confused.

"Your Majesty," Roland asked humbly, "Your will is my action. However, if these God's hands hide and escape to the edge of the world, how will we find them? How much time do we have to find them?" Eliminate them?"

"Don't worry about it, they will show up and compete for the miracle of the Chosen One's Sacrifice," the hermit replied, "In addition,
"Your time is numbered, Roland, a brave man who does not belong to this world.

"They'll be coming for you soon.

"You have nowhere to hide."

……

So, Griffith and Erza meet every month without telling me!
Galadia walked around in her room bored and anxious.When she thought of the scene just now, her heart beat faster, and her heart ached as if her whole body was about to burst.

Are they avoiding me, are they doing something ulterior and unspeakable... No, no, Griffith won't, I have to believe him!
Could it be some kind of cult group, it must be an amazing power that can make people disappear out of thin air, they will not be tempted by some evil god, attend some strange party, each use Gwent cards to have weird nicknames, like a novel... Why didn't Griffith take me!
Melrose has sent in some recent analysis on Bayeran and the memorial.But Galadia's heart was in a mess, she couldn't read a word, and her mind was full of random thoughts.

Suddenly, the shadows of two people appeared on the stairs.They are finally back!

"Great!"

Galadia cheered in her heart, and jumped over.Then she saw—

Griffith and Erza were pale, with sweat on their hair and cheeks, looking tired.They walked down the stairs, the knight's footsteps were weak, drained by something.

The mature and glamorous huntress took a step back, put her hands on his shoulders, her lips were a little pale:
"It was a little bit too exciting just now. I'm getting dehydrated..."

(End of this chapter)