Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 471 Angmar

"well said!"

"What the Second Elder said is exactly right!"

"Did you hear that? This is the mindset of someone who cares about the fate of his clan. It's so shameless to still speak out during a court meeting! If I were you, I would just bang my head against a pillar and die!"

"We were so blind to choose a piece of shit like you as our king!"

"A bastard is indeed a bastard!"

Roarious cheers and foul insults resounded throughout the hall. The elders' fanatical voices, ferocious faces, the loud noise of tables being slapped, and spit flying in the air mixed together, interweaving into a storm that made people feel a splitting headache.

Kalerius felt as if he had sunk to the bottom of the cold, dark sea. Through the thick and sticky water, the noise from the outside world gradually became unclear, but the depths of his ear canal did not quiet down. Instead, a sharp, painful sound like a needle was heard.

"Even so, are you going to refuse? Refuse. Refuse."

A familiar and crazy voice echoed over and over again in the depths of his soul. His head seemed to have turned into a volcano about to erupt. The unbearable burning heat and the almost exploding pain mixed together, giving him a splitting headache.

"Get out!" he shouted angrily in his mind.

The voice seemed to have subsided a little, but it still left a disdainful sneer.

Kalerius raised his bloodshot pupils and squinted to look at the point farthest from him.

There, the high priest Gulag's old back became more and more hunched, and his pair of empty eye sockets almost drooped on the table, as if he didn't dare to look him in the eye at all.

Twenty years ago, Gulag was still an apprentice of the last high priest Saint Helenmur. He almost went crazy after witnessing the tragic scene of his people having their eyes gouged out by the Golden Dynasty. He gouged out his own eyes and swallowed them with tears of blood, vowing to find out the method of the fire left by his mentor and revive the Giant King's Court to avenge this blood feud.

Twenty years later, he watched as the disciple of the Giant King, whom he had rescued from the hands of humans and grew up from a slave, was betrayed by the entire tribe. Not only could he not speak up for him, but he himself became the banner pushed to the front by the betrayers and perpetrators.
Gulag gradually came up with an absurd idea: in this terrible world, perhaps not being able to see is a kind of happiness.

He didn't dare to "look" at Kalelius. Not only did he not dare to look into his eyes with his empty eyes, he also didn't dare to use his spiritual perception to sense the other's disappointed expression.

But what made him unbearable was that the child just looked at him straight, as if the noisy questioning and insults were just meaningless noise and he only cared about his own answer.

But, when the answer is already determined, does it really matter who announces it?
may be.

Gulag finally stood up.

The elders, who were in a state of chaos, did not realize it at first, until the noisy voices on both sides gradually died down. Then many of them looked around guiltily, curled their lips and stopped denouncing.

The final word has to be done by a big shot.

"your injury"

Gulag trembled and opened his cracked lips. After a long pause, he whispered, "Even without the help of fire, with your talent, you should be able to recover slowly, right?"

Karelius said nothing, but just listened quietly to the high priest's answer.

After opening his mouth with great difficulty, the rest of the words seemed to be a little easier. Gulag sighed and slowly explained, "It's not that I'm ruthless. The speed at which the forbidden door draws fire is limited after all. It took too much to activate the Jedi Seal earlier, and it will be an astronomical figure to maintain it later. Besides, I plan to hold the ninth baptism for Edmur recently."

"You know, that child has such noble blood and has comprehended the first forbidden spell. There is absolutely no problem with his talent. He just lacks the opportunity to push the door open. You also know that our enemies are far more than Lucia Shanks. There are too many more powerful opponents outside this ice field. You don't have the ability to use forbidden spells, and your foundation that surpasses everyone else is far from enough." Gulag took a deep breath, and his shriveled chest filled up, as if he had finally made up his mind after a difficult mental torture.

"The hope of the giants will eventually rest on him. If you still have some sense of responsibility as a king, you should give way to him this time, okay?"

In his spiritual vision, Gulag saw Kalelius holding his temple with his hand, his muscles trembling slightly uncontrollably, and an increasingly scorching heat wave rolling on the surface of his skin.

As the most knowledgeable of the existing giants, he certainly understands how terrible the destined death is and how difficult it is to suppress the erosion of death with vitality.

He wanted to promise Calerius that after Edmur completed the baptism and fully awakened, he would give him a share of the fire source for healing. However, when he thought of the lazy and indolent nature of the Son of God, who would never practice without coaxing and begging, he had no confidence that another baptism would help him awaken.

If empty promises end up being unfulfilled, it is better to be cruel and not throw out unnecessary expectations in the first place.

"So, is this your answer?"

Even though he was almost driven crazy by the severe pain in his head, Kalelius still maintained a smile as pure as water. However, in the empty temple, only Gulag could understand the sadness in that smile.

Fortunately, this time, the child did not force himself to answer.

Calelius's cloudy and dim eyes swept over everyone around the round table. His whites were sometimes stained with traces of blood, and sometimes they regained clarity with great difficulty.

He supported himself on the table with his shaking arms, straightened up little by little, tried to calm his breathing, and said softly: "The high priest has done a great favor to this king."

"When I was at my lowest point, I served as a slave to a minor human nobleman with three or five of my compatriots. We fought with wild beasts during the day for pleasure, and huddled in the barn at night, licking each other's wounds that could be infected at any time. If it weren't for you, there would be no Calerius today."

"So even if you force me to this point, I still don't want to fight with my own people. As for the elders' doubts about my forbidden spell ability, in fact--"

boom!
The side door of the temple leading to the harem was kicked open with great force. Broken wood pieces flew everywhere, revealing the furious figure of the Holy Son Edmur.

"How dare you, a bunch of short-sighted bastards, retain the throne of Angmar without informing me in advance?!"

He strode forward, easily knocking over several elders who wanted to step forward to dissuade him, and ran straight to Kalerius with a rage, cursing loudly as he walked: "At this time, you still keep calling me king, who do you think you are?"

"You are nothing but a bastard born of a traitor, a domestic animal raised by me, a dog, a horse! After wearing the crown I lent you for a few days, have you forgotten the time when your master rode on your neck and pissed and shit?"

"Now your spine has been broken, and you have retreated back home with your tail between your legs. You still dare to bark and rant? Get off the throne obediently, and I will still feed you well and make you a beast as famous as Malycus of the Golden Dynasty! Hahaha, don't you think so? Angmar?"

Edmur's wild laughter echoed in the tall and spacious temple. He looked down at his subjects proudly like an emperor leading an army to war. However, the expected scene of Kaleris kneeling and begging for forgiveness and all the elders present bowing down in submission did not appear.

In that fleeting moment, perhaps it was the general bloodline of the elders and above that played a role, but the spiritual perception that had been dormant for a long time suddenly began to send out crazy warnings, and none of the elders who had been attacking and insulting them a moment ago dared to respond!
At the head of the round table, the high priest Gulag let out a sharp and rapid roar that was not like a human voice, and his dying figure shot out like an arrow, blocking directly between Kaleris and Edmur!
The next moment, everyone saw clearly that the bottom of Kalelius' pupils were completely engulfed in blood.

"I accept."

He looked up to the sky and answered softly.

Perhaps only Amodia could understand that until the very last moment, their king was truly like a puppet that had run out of energy.

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