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This aisle is dark and long, with an unpleasant smell of blood and fat. I don't know how many vicious prisoners were tortured here and then ended their lives.

The jailer lit the candle, and the fire illuminated a group of figures on the ground. This was the fifth day of Abis's imprisonment. Her cheeks had a blue-gray color that was about to die, and her whole body was like a spring.

If Velosil hadn't ordered those witches to forcibly hang her life, she would have completed the deal with the devil the moment Velosil's curse was lifted, and completely surrendered her life.

Seeing Velosil fall down from the altar and admit that he has become a slave of love, the mission of Abis' resurrection has been completed, and there is no regret in death.

The candle flame danced, and Abis pulled out her thoughts in the extreme pain, "Again?"

She laughed lowly, but her voice was broken, "I still don't give up, I told you a long time ago, the resurrection magic is fake, it may bring people back to life in someone else's body, but look at me, I still have to die in the end of."

"not to mention,"

The intense pain made it difficult to say every word, but Abis was still very happy. She was so happy to see Velosil's desperate look again and again, even though his face was always calm, but she knew that this The human heart has been cracked.

She insisted on continuing, "What's more, that little girl is not as capable as I am, so don't even think about resurrection."

Until her last breath, Velociel said nothing.

All the while he stood still, listening to Abis break his hopes over and over again.

Velosil thought uncontrollably, has the curse really been lifted?
But he felt that this terrible curse would follow him for the rest of his life.

On the day of Abis's death, the king announced that he would officially pass the throne to Velosil, who was loved by the people. Eight months later, Velosil carried out a coronation ceremony. In this grand and solemn ceremony, the people finally saw themselves His Royal Highness the Prince of Thoughts.

Velosil was wearing a luxurious and complicated white robe, with layers of roses embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs and hem of the clothes, and the fragrance of the national flower wafted through almost every nostril.

When he walked by, even the sun didn't dare to compete with him for its glory, so the exquisite face carefully carved by God was completely exposed, and the amber eyes were full of light and shadow, and all the praises in the world were for him. He was born, but when used on him, it will be eclipsed.

He is holy and noble, like the bright moon hanging over the hearts of the people. People shouted enthusiastically, knelt down and surrendered like crazy believers behind the gods.

Only kings can walk on this narrow road made of white jade. Velosil stopped halfway, and people were surprised to find that the gods in their hearts suddenly became soft despite their indifferent appearance.

"what is that?"

The people in the front row exclaimed, "It's the queen's crown!"

On the day of the coronation ceremony, Velosil, their king, walked alone through the holy path holding the queen's crown, and sat on the high throne.

He walked so fast and so relentlessly, neither looking at the crowd nor responding to their wild cries and admiration.

People are confused and feel lost.

Their god seems to have abandoned them, because the god stepped down from the throne and was entangled in the fireworks of the world.

Velosil is not a god and does not need believers, he only needs a lover.