Shadow of the Evil God

"She's right," Isley wrote. "You're clinging to the palace in the capital, as if Uncle Garcia is the husband away at war and you are his wife staying home. If you had any sense—"

Saino raised his eyebrows. "That's enough," he said. "Don't you realize your brother Iset has completely joined Garcia? He doesn't even talk to me anymore. You're still here delivering messages to me, so I know you can't give up something more important."

“Yes,” she wrote, “but I think you’re looking for something too. I’m not sure what, but it must be very similar to what I’m looking for.”

"I'm keeping the family alive."

"Why can't others know about maintaining the family's survival?"

"Because those who speak louder than me no longer want to maintain our family," said Saino. "My poor old father has completely lost his mind, and I am the only one who is still watching over him. Garcia is not only focused on the battlefield in the north, but his wife and children have never returned, and it seems that they are already taking root in the empire. Our Queen, Fenaxia, has drunk the empire's love potion and no longer takes us seriously. Things are getting weird, don't you notice?"

"It's pitiful," Isley wrote. "If nothing had gone wrong, you would have been the head of the family, right?"

"A shadow looms behind the Kasar Empire," said Saino. "My brother and sister have fallen into their darkness, abandoning everything that makes us a family. This cannot continue."

"You look like a madman who thinks he's going to lose everything but doesn't want to accept it."

"You still want to insult me ​​even after it has come to this?"

"Isn't it you who made me only know how to insult and hurt?" Isley wrote nonchalantly. She had been writing faster and faster recently. "Back then, you were the craziest member of the family. Everyone else was afraid of you. Now that you realize you're no longer that, you feel like you're going to collapse?"

Saino stared at her for a while, but she didn't have a head for him to observe, so he could only shake his head. "Maybe," he said casually, looking completely unconcerned about his madness. "I can find

There is no way to salvage this. What happened to you?"

"I'll find a way," Isley wrote. "But so I can answer to Uncle Garcia, could you please come to a few more war meetings?"

“It’s hard to imagine it’s us having this conversation here.”

Yes, why are they the two of them talking here? Isley doesn't need him to complete this, and he doesn't seem to need her help. Why? She thought for a moment.

"Because you always find a new way forward," she wrote thoughtfully. "You killed your own sister because you felt she was disloyal to the family. And because you believed the family's descendants needed to be nurtured, you raised Iset and me yourself. Not only did you not shy away from the fact that you killed our mother, you also used her story to teach us about loyalty to the family. - Am I writing this correctly? I think I must have a mental disorder like yours to accomplish my great deeds."

"You're a good talker, Isley. But you don't have a brain right now," Saino pointed out.

"You don't have a family either, Uncle Saino. Apart from that dying old man in the capital, no one cares about our family anymore."

"As long as our family still exists," Saino said, "I have a chance to redeem it. I will never give up on things that are important to me, especially family and family members. The reason we can stand together and talk about the past and the future is because we come from the same family, and we are all part of it. If Garcia and Fenaxia insist on listening to the instigation of the Casar Empire, I will have to find a way to reverse everything. Honestly, there is nothing I can't do. It just depends on whether I dare to do it."

"Indeed," she wrote, "like the revenge I must take. I'm going to peel back the old Thane's shell bit by bit. It's a cause bigger than your family, and I can do it too."

"What significance could it have? Your short-lived uncle brought his own death upon himself, so how could he blame the dying old man who had spent his entire life cowering in his tortoise shell?"

Isley almost slammed the manuscript in his face, but she held herself back. "Go to the meeting," she wrote, her pen almost scratching the back of the paper. "Garcia's running out of patience. Besides, if you want me to help you hide your whereabouts, you have to let me go when the time is right."

Saino shrugged. "When the time comes, go ahead. I'll make up a reason for you. You can go anywhere you want, just remember to come back."

"You're the one who thinks I'm just a teenager," Isri frowned and wrote, "Also, what do you really want? Garcia and Fenaxia, one ignores you, the other looks down on you, and your only explanation is that they fell for your tricks? Do you think they're just teenagers, too?"

"Don't say that," Saino raised his hand to interrupt her. "I love my brother and sister deeply. When I was still young and ignorant, one of them gave me a trustworthy support, and the other gave me gentle enlightenment. For so many years, we have relied on each other to make our family prosperous. Because of this, as long as we continue to rely on each other, our family will continue to prosper."

"Are you going to put them both in your puppet theatre? Are you going to dress them in boys' and girls' clothes and have them go back in time with you?"

"Whatever you think." Saino waved his hand, clearly losing his patience. "You can all see how much I love my family. Now the old man is confused, and I'm the only one responsible for it. When the day comes that I finally save it, you'll know that I'm the only one responsible for our family."

"Whatever you say." Isley tore off the paper and threw it to him, then jumped off the table. With a few hops on tiptoe like a little girl, she leaped out of the tent and quickly slipped out of the camp into the dark, dense forest. Since Cesar's situation hadn't reached a critical point yet, she would first target his strategically important targets and strongholds. If she couldn't cut through his internal blood vessels, she would cut through his external ones.

As for Uncle Saino, his affairs had nothing to do with her. This damn family wouldn't last much longer anyway.

......

Saino twisted his stiff neck, cut a piece of blood from the palm of his hand, and smeared it on his cheek and chest. He blinked and seemed to see himself splitting open those lizard-skinned cats and crushing their heads with his black-armored hands.

Thinking of this, Saino smiled slightly. The knights of the ancient Fran dynasty were certainly qualified to be the head of the family and to chart the course for the future. If his naive brothers and sisters continued to act so mischievously, it would be up to him to point out the right path and order them to turn back.

"Indeed, you are entitled to think so," the voice said. "My knights, holding their respective houses in their stead, will restore their former glory. Of all the lost souls, you have done the best, but it is a pity that your family does not understand your efforts."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Saino bowed slightly. "The prophecy is coming soon. Since the kingdom of the future no longer has honor and hope, we should start with this one. Even after the division of the Kasar Empire, it has coveted our territory. This is unforgivable."

"Your brothers and sisters in later generations were deceived." The man took off his helmet, revealing a face so beautiful that it seemed inhuman. It was none other than their youngest and most energetic Chosen Emperor. Milava looked towards the north, frowning slightly. "It was that shadow that dismembered our territory and honor back then.

, more than a thousand years later, a similar thing is about to happen again. This cannot continue."

"I'm afraid I'll need to take my leave for a while, Your Majesty," said Saino. "My brother is suspicious of me, but before that, I've already obtained all the information about the Temple of Helgast. Because you've disappeared, it has split into many factions over the past thousand years, and there's still no unified Grand Temple. Restoring its former order will probably be difficult."

"You don't need to worry about that, Saino." Milawa said with a smile, "I have already grasped the origin of the Temple of the Gods. Many things will no longer be a problem for me."

Chapter 508: Destiny

"But the beast's curse will also reappear." Saino said, "When the empire finally rose from the ruins, the beast's curse was almost over. The white nightmares had all returned to their lairs, and the giants had fallen one after another. Only the beastmen who claimed to be the dominant race were left madly clamoring in the world, delusionally hoping to usher in a new era of their dominance. Today, everything is different from the past. If the beast's curse reappears in its original form, things will become..."

Milava's lips moved, but his voice was delayed, like a distant echo lingering at the edge of the void, never reaching this point. After several breaths, his voice finally followed his movements and reached this point. "You're right, Sayno, but compared to the beast's curse, there are other things to worry about," he said.

"what did you say?"

"You don't know that the beast's curse is closely related to the giant wall that the Kuna people buried deep in their tombs. Now I can assert that the beast's curse is the curse brought by the wall of life. Now the wall has collapsed, and the Kuna people no longer exist. Even if someone rebuilds the wall of life, without the endless years and countless souls of the Kuna people, the beast's curse will not be as severe as it was back then. Besides..." His voice was interrupted again.

"What else?" Saino asked.

"Besides, after the great war we experienced back then, we know exactly how to seal the rifts Analik opened. We know how to dismember giants and drive the White Nightmares back to the Outlands. They are not worth worrying about."

"So what's there to worry about?"

Milava's lips moved, and not only did the delay in his voice become more pronounced, but his distant image also collapsed for a moment, barely reassembling after several breaths. It was as if something on the Emperor's side had disrupted the spell, some unimaginable presence. Thinking of this, Saino lowered his head even further.

Back then, the Chosen Ones could use spells to maintain a stable conversation. Without interference, only Solaire's very presence disrupted the spell, rendering it unstable. The scene before him now resembled that time. He felt that either the Emperor had rediscovered their lost god, or there was a being as unimaginable as Solaire standing behind him. What could it be?

"We are ourselves," said Miraval. "Now I can confirm that Anarik is more like a celestial phenomenon, whose arrival is destined to bring about a drastic change in the world. This change does not concern evil or good, but is equally bestowed upon all, even beasts."

"But we Franks never..."

"No, have you ever thought about this, Sayno? Why did so many Chosen Ones emerge during the years when Analik appeared, but there are no records of them after that?"

"Because the Kamijou Patrol has been lost?"

"No, it has nothing to do with the Age of Gods Tour. Every temple's Chosen One knows how to carry out the Age of Gods Tour. To expand the temple's influence, it's only natural to select new Chosen Ones from among the faithful. But why hasn't one been born in over a thousand years?"

Saino took a breath and said, "It was Analik who tore open the boundary between the Age of Gods and the real world, allowing us to take a shortcut."

"You are right, Sayno." Milava nodded in agreement. "If Anarik had not torn the boundary, the birth of the Chosen One would be a rare event even after thousands of years. Now, do you understand?"

He certainly understood that Saino was only in his forties in this life, but in a previous life, he had transcended the limits of life, traversing the battlefield for over a century, sword in hand. He had banished the White Nightmares, surrounded and slew the cursed giants, and personally annihilated several of the most active beastmen races on the battlefield, leaving behind their mothers and cubs, leaving no trace.

When people experience enough wars and massacres, some emotions will gradually fade away and turn into something unspeakable.

Secular morality had long ago weakened. Sometimes, Saino felt strange sadness and guilt, but more often, he simply experienced the unimaginable presence that loomed over all men and beasts—an abstract and vast existence, like fate, awe-inspiring. Shrouded by it, all his actions were imbued with a sense of mission that secular morality could not explain.

He is an extension of the Great Will.

For over forty years, Saino had been mired in worldly disputes for far too long. Now, having first learned of his past life's revelation and then attained this truth, his heart was undoubtedly filled with satisfaction and pride. While secular nations were still scrambling for territory and power, he had already stood at a higher level, observing their ignorance and blindness. When drastic changes occurred, only those who were prepared could control their fate.

Moreover, in such a turbulent time, only family and offspring could continue his bloodline, his kinship, and his hopes. His beloved brother and sister must be returned to him.

"You mean," said Saino, "some people have been preparing for this moment for over a thousand years."

"Yes," said Milava. "Some are further south, others further north, preparing to sacrifice their secular subjects in anticipation of the Great Change. To those who know, the Great Change was not a sign of doom, but rather a lesson to be emulated, a lesson to be learned. With this in mind, what evils do you imagine those driven to madness could unleash?"

"Unimaginable evil."

Saino whispered.

"Destiny has destined us to stand here, to once again regain honor and hope, and to once again establish order and authority."

Yes, this is exactly what fate has destined.

......

Cesar lay on his side amidst the scattered bedding, his left arm cradling Diana's neck and his right arm around her waist, holding her close to him. The snake, freshly spitting venom, still wedged itself against her moistened path, twitching slightly from time to time. She murmured a few words, her hands resting on his chest, gently biting his neck as she curled her snow-white body closer to him.

Savoring her icy, delicate body was like appreciating a work of art, with no room for error. He meticulously touched and felt every inch of her skin, even memorizing every change in its texture, comparing it to previous experiences. Whenever he immersed himself in it, stirring within her path, he couldn't be satisfied until he saw every nuance of her expression.

In the midst of their lovemaking, Cesar felt the world grow quieter, the castle and its furniture vanish. In the dark and quiet bedroom, he almost abandoned the madness of his love, clinging to the image of her body and soul, always anticipating the next time, comparing each time with her in his memory.

After satisfying each other once more, Diana lay down in his arms. Cesar rolled over, pulling the covers over him, burying his cheek in her loose hair, his lips pressed to her shoulder, and a long silence fell. Their hands were clasped tightly, their fingers intertwined, resting on her smooth belly. Cesar almost didn't want to think. If he and Phils lay like this, they would both fall into a deep sleep, their minds blank. However, the guy next to him was always the first to think.

"I've thought about it," Diana said thoughtfully. "Young Milava took away the earliest source of my school—the prophet who created the order of the Pantheon. Is that right?"

"A liar prophet." Cesar said in a dull voice, "Also, Queen Alanti—"

"Whether it's a deception or not is irrelevant now," Diana said. "It doesn't matter who Alante stands beside. Without the prophet, she's just an evil creature skilled at stage acting. But with the prophet by her side, Mirava is both queen and emperor in one."

"You're still trying to think at this time. Why don't you just stretch out your arms and let me lie in your arms?" Cesar said.

She raised her voice, "Cesar?"

"Cesar is about to pass out from exhaustion."

Diana turned sideways, her nose touching his, her forehead against his, their eyes meeting, her fingers still resting on his chest. "Husband?"

He felt his heartbeat change rhythm. "Don't speak my language all of a sudden," he said, feeling their lips touch. "And your voice is so..."

“That word works really well for you, idiot,” she said. “Besides, tell me what you think when you’re sober.”

"I think you're right." Cesar gripped her shoulders and said gruffly, "As long as the prophet tells him how to speak and how to appease people's hearts, he can not only make those who are already loyal to him more loyal, but also win over those who respect Arlanti more."

"You gave Milava what he needed most." Diana placed her index finger on his lips. "Now, he's both the former Emperor and the former Empress. He possesses all the advantages of both, even two genders. Although we have a teacher-student relationship here, I believe that since there are students like Altinia, there will be more extreme students than her. What will you do if he completely defeats you on the battlefield and makes you kneel in his palace to accept his every demand?"

"You can't call me a barbarian chief one day and a weak princess in a heroic story the next."

"It depends on how people view you, my dear." Diana pressed her fingers a little harder. "You have to think clearly first. The Milava you described was a little fellow who was extremely lacking in love. The feminine side of his personality was completely abandoned by him because of Solaire's strict teachings, and he later became the Chosen Emperor. And then, you appeared."

"I showed up not long ago."

"Yes, not long ago," Diana said. "But let's count. You were the doctor who saved his soul, the tool that satisfied his lust and desire, the only true friend who saved him in his despair, the one who used sweet words to manipulate him before abandoning him—the enemy who sided with the Kasar Empire from the moment he stepped out of the grave. Of course, you were also the teacher who made up for his lack of education. You were even his mother."

"You are exaggerating."

She studied him in the dim light with her clear blue eyes. "I'm not exaggerating. Solaire is his strict father, and you happened to be his gentle mother. This statement has nothing to do with the parties involved, but only with Mirava's perception. And you do support the imperial bloodline, so you're enemies in terms of status. Considering this, you might be using him with sweet words, but as soon as you step out of the grave, this dreamlike relationship will end immediately. Of course, out of desperation, you also led him to his only hope of survival. These two points are contradictory, yet not contradictory. As for the rest, I'm too lazy to explain, so just be prepared for it."

"I've lived with a niece who tried to kill me for so long, and now she's

The Headless Horseman is still chasing me. It can’t get any worse than this.” Cesar said in a muffled voice.

Diana smiled.

Chapter 509: Which family?

“As the secrets of the school and bloodline were gradually revealed, I felt that things couldn’t get any worse,” she said.

Cesar looked at Diana, "Could it be any worse?"

"You've lifted the lid on everything overnight. I can't selectively ignore it, nor can I forget about it for a while. This is really terrible." She chuckled. "While I still have the energy, is there anything you want me to do? Let me see what you're going to ask for as a reward."

He felt her fingertips trace an incredible line towards his lower abdomen, with a strange, magical stimulation. Pleasure began in his abdomen, spreading along the line drawn by her fingertips upwards, and finally landing on his lips. The tendons in his face trembled with excitement.

Cesar gasped and bit Diana's fingertips, "What kind of evil spell is this?"

"To study the spells you were given, of course." She closed one eye.

"That's so evil." Cesar licked the tip of her finger. "I want you to use your mouth."

"You're such a good guesser."

"Of course, what could be a more fitting reward? You never would hide your face before."

"Just this once," Diana said, kissing his lips. Then she lowered herself into the bed, her soft fingertips caressing his waist before finally resting on his thigh. With a rustling sound, he felt two slender hands grasp the snake's body, gently holding it with ten fingers. Then, a warm little mouth kissed the snake's head, taking a small part of it into its mouth and gently sucking on it.

Her lips were thin and soft, like a feather brushing against a snake's head, delicately licking away the mucus they'd mixed together, then smearing it with her saliva. Her tongue tip teased through the small opening, bringing a hint of coolness, and immediately provoked a small stream of residual fluid from its mouth.

Cesar stroked her hair, watching her open her lips, spit out the snake's head, and then, pressing her fair cheek against the snake's body, she slid down, her hands also holding it in place. She exhaled softly, extending her soft tongue to swirl around the snake's body, savoring it carefully, licking every vein, brushing against every scale, until it was smeared with her saliva, and then she closed her lips. By then, it was swollen and painful.

Diana then raised her head, first taking the snake's head in her mouth, then lowering her cheeks a little at a time to take more in. Her lips gradually widened and opened, taking half of the snake's body in before stopping and gently sucking it.

A rustling sound gradually rose, the rhythm of swallowing slow at first, then gradually accelerated, bringing a strong sense of friction and envelopment. Cesar breathed softly, feeling her delicate lips tightly wrapped around the snake, holding it tightly, and her soft tongue, wet with saliva, kept rolling around.

Soon, a thrill surged from her belly. Seed flowed up the snake's body, swelling it and gushing out along its throbbing head. Diana clenched her hands around it, her lips straining to contain it. With her eyes closed, she swallowed the seed completely. As she slowly expelled the long snake, holding it with both hands, it throbbed twice more, releasing a small stream of seed.

Saliva mixed with seed stretched from her soft lips to his snake head, pulling out a sticky thread, which fell on her fingertips when it was torn off, showing an extremely chaotic atmosphere. She stretched out her fingers, put them into her mouth, and licked them gently to clean them. This scene made Cesar's snake body, which had just shriveled up, excited again.

"Why, want more?" Diana opened one of her beautiful blue eyes and glanced at him.

"That counts as half a time," Cesar said.

"According to what you said," she pinched his snake body, causing it to swell again, "the next one will be counted as a quarter? How many digits do you want to count to?"

"I can do division at my discretion."

Diana snorted, but leaned up a little, put her arms together, and her soft and round peaches gradually wrapped around the snake's body, brushing against every snake scale with a soft and wrapping feeling.

"But seriously," she placed her hand on his lower abdomen, "if you really don't want that guy to go even crazier, or for more people like Milava, Isri, and Alanti to threaten us, you should just focus on following us further north and finding a way to gain a role in the Sanctuary's plans."

It's not surprising to juxtapose them. While their goals differ, their methods are undoubtedly similar. Some want to defeat him and force him to kneel at their feet in obedience; some want to take his head and threaten the southern city of Neuen; and some want to take the Yestren School along with him and use him and Diana as her puppets. In any case, it's a threat to his existing power.

The most effective way to solve all this is to make him and his forces stand high enough and large enough.

"Do you think that between the Temple behind the Northern Empire and the ideological plague in the South, nothing else can survive?" Cesar asked her.

"Perhaps, but this path is the easiest and most visible. We have Altinia as the key, and it would be a shame not to open their door. Besides, this path is now clear. As long as we go north together, we don't need to risk any other dangers. Of course, most importantly, this way, you won't have to stand on the edge of the abyss again."