Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 472 Giant King

The Second Forbidden Spell. Julius's Law!
This forbidden spell is named after the legendary evil demon Julius who bewitched people in ancient times. Once the forbidden spell is cast, all living beings within the caster's control will temporarily lose control of their own bodies and become the caster's puppets.

If the second ancestor Gulag, who possesses this forbidden spell, is on the battlefield, he can at best control the enemy soldiers to kill each other, or at worst seize the initiative in a high-speed duel at the heroic level and easily kill those with equal strength.

Although the stronger the target's mental power, the shorter the forbidden spell will take effect and the worse the effect, since the restoration of the Royal Court, more human heroes have died at the hands of Gulag than two hands, and the ancestors have also experienced the power of the high priest to some extent, and there has never been a being who can be immune to this ability - of course, this includes Kaleris in his heyday.

The distance between the two men was no more than a hundred steps. No matter what sudden changes happened to Kalelius, as long as Gulag used the commandments to control him for a moment, he would be sure to subdue him first!
The next moment, Gulag was suddenly stunned.

He noticed with horror that Karelius, who was shrouded in the Ring of Discipline, did stop, but turned his eyes away indifferently and gave him a disdainful look.

A crisp cracking sound exploded deep in his mind, the ring of discipline shattered, and Gulag suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mist!
At the same time, more than half of the giant elders were struck by lightning. Their bones seemed to be shattered into pieces in an instant. Their legs and feet lost support and dragged their limp bodies to their knees. The remaining half also lost their balance and hurriedly held onto the tables and chairs, looking at their former king in horror.

Calelius, who had difficulty breathing just a moment ago, now just stood there, and the mental pressure he exuded was as vast as the ocean, enough to make all the elders frightened and unable to move!

Taking advantage of the forward momentum and the moment that Kalelius had deliberately waited for, Gulag finally got between the two and used his decayed body to block Edmur, who was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't help shrinking back.

Facing the high priest who was coming towards him, Kalelius slapped him with his palm. The powerful force broke Gulag's limbs. The old man fell to the ground dejectedly and could only stare at him step by step towards the Son of God with wide eyes.

"Ahhh - don't hit me! Angmar, please, don't hit me!"

Edmur kicked his feet and moved his butt back inch by inch. The stench of incontinence spread, leaving ugly water stains on the luxurious carpet.

Karelius walked up to Edmur in silence and broke his left leg with one step.

Edmur let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, but before he could even open his mouth to curse, his right leg was crushed at the knee!

"Angmar! You bastard! A lowly beast! A traitorous slave! I am the son of Saint Helenmur, the Lord of the Holy Land, the Lord of Giants! Are you going to kill me?!"

The only response he got was a burst of divine power from Karelius, which shattered all his teeth in mid-air.

After Edmur spat out the bloody debris and looked up with trembling eyes, he suddenly realized that Karelius seemed not only intending to teach him a lesson, but really intended to kill him.

Those pupils were already drowned in blood, but there was not a trace of madness in them. Instead, they revealed a clear coldness, like a silently burning flame, silently burning everything within sight.

Apart from the elders who were motionless as if they were filled with mercury, the only one who could still move was the high priest Gulag.

The old man struggled desperately to crawl towards the Son of God. His lips, shrouded by mental pressure, moved desperately, uttering some unclear words, and he tried to reach out to hug Kalelius' legs and feet.

Edmur immediately seemed to have found a life-saving straw. He quickly swallowed blood and cried for mercy, "Angmar, your majesty! Your majesty! For the sake of the high priest, please forgive me! I will go back to the harem and never come out again in this life!"

Click——

With a crisp sound, Karelius removed Edmur's jaw.

Then he stepped on Edmur's cheek, grabbed his left wrist, and with a little force, he tore off the entire arm like dismantling a puppet, then raised it high and swung it at Edmur's face like a war hammer. Bang! Bang! Bang!
puff--

As the sound like a wine barrel exploding rang out, the high priest who was halfway up suddenly froze in place. The old man's neck seemed to be rusted and motionless. Under his empty eye sockets, his wrinkled face was full of disbelief.

Karelius threw the broken arm to the ground like throwing away garbage, and finally stepped hard on Edmur's chest. The ground exploded like a spider web, and most of Edmur's body was trampled into the ground.

A flying eyeball rolled on the ground for a few times, and then slowly stopped after being covered with dust.

The dilated pupil was still filled with an incredible expression, as if it was not until the last moment of his life that Edmur finally understood a truth.

Even in this temple, even the only bloodline of Saint Helenmur, who is as noble as he is, will die if he is killed.

Kalelius clapped his hands, turned around and looked at the group of Elders who were as dazed as clay sculptures or wooden statues, and silently withdrew the mental pressure that covered the entire place.

In the next few seconds, the one hundred and twenty-seven elders quickly took several very different actions.

Some people fled outside the temple while shouting for the guards, some immediately knelt down and cried for mercy, some people cursed the Son of God and the high priest to show their loyalty, saying that they had been forced into the wrong path by them, and some even rushed towards the suppressed high priest, trying to catch the thief on the spot.
What’s funny is that in such a huge temple, no one dared to attack Callelius.

Karelius raised his head, gazed at the magnificent murals and colorful lamps on the top of the temple, closed his eyes, and let out a tired sigh.

When he actually drew out the butcher knife, what filled his heart was not the pleasure of revenge, but an inconsolable emptiness and an indescribable absurdity.

All this time, what on earth had he mistaken for his clan members, and what on earth had he mistaken for his relatives and friends?
He raised his palm and snapped his fingers lightly.

Countless lava pillars broke through the surface of the earth, trapping the 127 elders like a cage. The violent flames burned them all to ashes amid their wailing, and transformed them into fireflies-like sparks of fire that sank into his chest.

Finally, he came to the High Priest Gulag, leaned over, and said in a gentle voice: "Now that the rebels have been eliminated, I have one last question -"

"High Priest, are you willing to stay and work with me to establish a new order for the dynasty and bring a future that truly belongs to our people?"

He released the mental suppression on Gulag, but did not receive the answer he had been waiting for for years. Only the old man's collapsed cursing echoed in the hall.

"I understand your answer."

Karelius stood up and walked out of the hall without looking back. Behind him, a blazing fire of ash rose into the sky.

The one-eyed man really had not lied to him. After merging with that soul mixture, he was still able to completely control his own consciousness, and this time, he truly gained a powerful enough power—

A power that is enough to burn away all old illnesses and create a new world for the giants.

(End of this chapter)