Seeing Gulamo's madness, Bertard's eyes turned cold. He instantly pulled out his bronze sword and held it diagonally in front of His Highness. The sharp copper blade was less than one meter away from Gulammo. With just one slash, he could kill the opponent.
Cut off the outstretched arm!
"Hehehe...holy water, give me holy water!"
Gulamo seemed unaware. He stared at Shulot's royal robe, his pupils dilated, his eyes were cloudy, he screamed in a low voice, and even drooled uncontrollably.
"Um?"
Shulot frowned. He looked at Gulammo's arms, which were covered with bloody scratches. He then looked at Gulammo's legs and feet, which were also covered with various scratches. Then, he stared at Gulammo seriously.
Mo's eyes asked word by word.
"Gulamo, do you still know me?"
"Hehehe...holy water, give me holy water..."
Listening to the questions in his ears, Gulamo smiled foolishly, his expression becoming more and more frantic. Suddenly, he bent down suddenly, used his hands on the ground, and with a "pop" sound, he rushed towards Xilot.
"Give me...Give me the holy water!"
"die!"
Bertard looked cold and stern, and with a strong wave of his arm, the bronze sword slashed down, facing Gulamo's head. He was deeply disgusted with the assassination planned by Gulammo. At this moment, he took action with anger, and the weapon made a sound of wind, almost
You want to cut the opponent in half.
"Don't kill him yet!"
Hulot took a step back and shouted in a deep voice. Bertard immediately turned the bronze sword in his hand, facing Gulamo's head with the edgeless side, and slammed it down.
"boom!"
"ah..."
Gulamo suffered a heavy blow, groaned, raised his head and fell to the ground.
"Your Highness, let me come."
Na Xiu took two steps forward, quickly grasped the end of Gulamo's left arm with both hands, twisted it accurately, and then pulled hard, and there was immediately a heart-breaking "click". Then, there was another sound from the right arm...
.
"Crack!"
Shulot's face twitched slightly. Naxiu's movements were so swift and decisive that it was almost impossible to react.
"Ah! Ah!"
With two short and shrill screams of pain, Gulamo sat softly on the ground, completely losing his threat. He opened his mouth and continued to murmur while moaning in pain.
"Holy water...holy water...give me holy water!...Uh..."
Naxiu pinched Gulamo's chin, carefully looked at the other person's sunken eye sockets, bloodshot eye membranes, and dull eyes, and shook her head affirmatively.
"Your Highness, this man has become useless. He has taken too much of the powerful holy water specially prepared by the capital. His soul is like an empty tree hole, eroded by the surging divine power, and nothing is left."
"Specially made powerful holy water..."
Shulot frowned. There are many kinds of potions prepared by the priests, most of which are named holy water. These holy waters will more or less involve some special American herbs, which have a strong effect on the human nervous system.
, causing irreversible damage. And the powerful holy water specially prepared in the capital... Shulot shook his head slightly and asked in a deep voice.
"Does he still have any remnants of his sanity?"
Bertard shook his head, not knowing that knowledge involving pharmaceuticals was not his specialty.
Naxiu let go of her hand and looked at it for a moment, thinking in her eyes.
Gulamo next to him seemed to have lost all his strength and no longer groaned in pain. He just sat on the ground blankly, smiling foolishly.
"Hehe, hehe...holy water, holy water..."
"Your Highness, I can give him some strong medicine."
Naxiu thought for a while and took out a small clay tube from her arms. She took off the cotton seal and found a lot of gray-black powder inside.
"This is a powerful psychedelic mushroom powder. Just a little bit can make people dizzy, their souls drift away, and they can communicate with the gods. If you feed it all to him..."
Na Xiu paused and narrowed her eyes dangerously like a big cat.
"He will definitely have a violent reaction! He may be able to regain his consciousness for a moment, but he may not survive..."
"Um..."
Shulot pondered for a while, looked at the foolish Gulamo, and finally made a decision.
"Then feed it to him!"
"As you command!"
Naxiu stretched out her hand and was about to feed the mushroom powder to Gulamo when she suddenly stopped. Then, her expression turned cold, she raised her arm and struck with two sharp elbows.
"Hey! Ha!"
"ah!..."
"Crack! Click!"
Xuelote's face was twitched again. He watched Naxiu raise his arms and lower his arms, passing his elbows like knives, and with two precise strikes, Gulamo's knee joint was broken.
"Your Highness, the effect of mushroom powder will be very strong, so you need to take precautions in advance."
Na Xiu's expression remained unchanged, she turned around and smiled gently at Xurot. Then, she opened Gulamo's mouth and poured a whole tube of psychedelic mushroom powder into it.
"Ah...uh...hehe...hehe..."
Gulamo sat there, unable to move his limbs, but a joyful smile appeared on his face. Within a few breaths, his smile gradually spread and his laughter became stronger.
"Hehehe!..."
"Gulamo."
Shulot walked up to Gulamo, calmly bent down, and held the other person's face. His eyes were cold, and he looked into those eyes that looked like Medina's.
"Gulamo, do you still know me?"
"Ho ho, ho ho..."
Strong nerve stimulation spread throughout his body, and Gulammo's hands and feet were trembling. His pupils shrank suddenly, but the turbidity in his eyes gradually subsided. He stared at the face in front of him and roared meaninglessly for a moment, and suddenly his voice became hoarse.
's reply.
"Ho ho ho!... You are... you are!... Xiu... Luo... Te!..."
Hearing this, Shulot perked up and clenched his hands. His expression changed, and he stared into Gulamo's eyes, with murderous intent rising in his heart. These eyes were so familiar and so unforgettable.
"Gulamo, the Zicao family has been completely destroyed...your sons are all dead."
Shulot declared ruthlessly. In addition to the living Gulamor, Gillim also handed over the heads of several young heads of the high priest group, which were currently hanging on the long pole in front of the great temple.
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Gulamo's pupils shrank in pain, but his mouth was filled with an uncontrollable smile. The mushroom powder was taking effect quickly, taking him to a dreamland of boundless joy.
"...Ti!..."
Gulamo's shout was hoarse and vague, as if rusty. Shulot lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
"Medina, your daughter is also dead...she died in front of me and was buried by my own hands."
Two steps later, Naxiu pricked up her ears, listened to all this, and blinked like a rabbit.
"...Tee!...Sha...Tee...Ni..."
Gulamo suddenly went crazy and screamed. In the low shout, there were two other unexpected names.
"Chatini! Gillim!..."
"Um?!"
Shulot was shocked. He repeated Gulamo's words, his expression instantly serious.
"Sardini Guillim Prince Tarasco, Chief Intelligence Officer?!"
"Two kings...Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Gulamo laughed crazily and danced like a mantis, not caring about the pain in his limbs.
"Kill, kill, kill... Hahaha! Hahaha!"
"Gulamo, tell me!"
Shulot's eyes flashed with coldness, he grabbed Gulamo's lapel and shouted sharply.
"Who else is behind your assassination?!..."
"They're all dead...Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Under the strong nerve stimulation, Gulamo's pupils dilated and his eyes became cloudy again. He laughed with joy from the heart, a hearty laugh squeezed from his heart, and a laugh that shed tears from the corners of his eyes.
"The Lithospermum family is all dead!! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!!"
"Gulamo!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Your Highness, the mushroom powder is working."
Naxiu took two steps forward, looked at the completely crazy leader of the Zicao clan, and whispered.
"With so much mushroom powder, he won't be able to wake up..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The wild laughter echoed throughout the prison, like metal scraping on a stone slab, extremely sharp and penetrating into the bones.
More than a dozen steps away, Chief Priest Yao Ke was also alerted. He led a few guards and quickly walked to the stone fence and glanced inside.
"Master Priest of the Sect? This is..."
Shulot lowered his eyes and shook his head silently. His face was expressionless, and he stared at Gulamo who was banging his head on the ground and laughing crazily. After a while, he spoke calmly.
"Chief Priest Yao Ke, if there is one less divine sacrifice in the ceremony..."
"oh!"
Chief Priest Yao Ke glanced at the stone railing and nodded clearly.
"Sir, the sect leader, it's okay."
"Um."
Xiuluo nodded. He calmly pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist and walked to the laughing Gulamo. Then, he used one hand to lift the skinny Gulammo from the ground and pressed it against the stone wall.
"Ha ha ha ha!..."
"Farewell, Gulamo."
Shulot looked at those cloudy and familiar eyes and whispered softly. Then, without mercy, he stabbed out the sharp dagger in his hand, stabbed Gulamo's heart accurately, and then stirred it hard.
"Haha...uh!!...ho ho..."
Gulamo felt a sharp pain in his heart and was suddenly shocked. Like a dying poisonous snake, he struggled on the wall for more than ten breaths. At the last moment, he regained consciousness again. He took a deep look at the king in front of him.
His eyes were full of unconcealable regret, and there was a strange smile on his face. Then, his neck tilted, his limbs drooped, and he became completely motionless.
"Medina...I have fulfilled your wish for you!"
Shulot closed his eyes and murmured, feeling the relief and pleasure after revenge! The corner of his mouth raised a smile, as if he was recalling that gentle and charming long kiss...
Later, he recalled Gulamo's words, and new doubts emerged in his mind.
"Plot to assassinate...Prince Chardini...Intelligence Officer Gillim...Kill, kill, kill..."
As a king who cuts through thorns and thorns, the names of these obstacles cannot move him, nor can they make him worry. There is only one person who can really make him feel uneasy and worried...a person who he once relied on and was willing to give.
Trust and even serve loyal people.
"Is there still... King Avite?"
The young king stood facing the wall, contemplating and silent. The others lowered their heads and waited, standing respectfully. The dark dungeon was silent and solemn. Only the flowing blood flowed from the body of Gu La Mo, who was sitting down.
Through the dim firelight, you can vaguely see the corpse's frozen face with a smile.
