The person on the ground who was dirty and missing a leg, looked at Lan Yuan in front of him, a lot of tears flowed out of his eyes, and looking at the person in front of him, he actually called out "father" in the innermost part - this person, looking at the wrinkles on his face, already has a lot of wrinkles, not to mention...... Call Lan Yuan "Father!"

"At the beginning...... I shouldn't have created you. Lan Yuan seemed to be a little absent-minded, looked at the old man in front of him, and said.

If you take a closer look, remove the wrinkles on the old man's body, and then make the old man's face compact, at first glance, it seems to be somewhat similar to the past above.

And then, if you look closely at the face, you will see - this face, as if, has been corroded by something, but not very seriously.

"You don't have much time, father. The old man on the ground raised his head, looked at Lan Yuan in front of him, and whispered, and, shaking his head, pointing to the sky.

"Well, I know. Then, Lan Yuan smiled and got up with the old man in one hand.

The old man turned his eyes to look at the younger king over there, and his eyes showed a look of unwillingness and resentment.

"There's no need...... That guy is going to die, and then, the king, it's you. ”

Lan Yuan's cold voice spread throughout the hall.

The old man raised his head and was lazy, his eyes throbbed, his body kept trembling, looking at the young man in front of him, a little incredulous, his mouth opened and closed, as if he was sad and lost his oxygen.

"Really...... Really, the plan is about to begin?"

"Well, a few more days...... By the time I get married, it's probably time for the plan to begin. Let me be, send the gods back to heaven, and then tie the current king to the cross. Lan Yuan's tone was relaxed, as if he was chatting with others occasionally, but the meaning of his words was chilling.

That's right, to subvert the regime.

Looking at Lan Yuan in front of him, the old man was a little incredulous.

"You know...... I said, don't be in a hurry now, although the politics of this empire are rotten, but ...... After all, it is a hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff...... Father, you have to be careful. ”

Without speaking, Lan Yuan turned around and left, and this funny scene came to an end.

Then, slowly turning around, like a person without joints, Lan Yuan spread his upper body, and then used a small short sword to cut the old man's throat.

"How did you find me?" A very strange scene, the old man who should have died of anger still raised his head and looked at Lan Yuan in front of him, revealing a look of surprise.

"It's nothing, it's just intuition, and I don't need this waste anyway, so I'll kill it for the time being. ”

As if nothing happened, Lan Yuan gently wiped the short sword in his hand, and then threw the blood on the old man's face.

"It stands to reason that he should be alive and ...... Moreover, you shouldn't be able to come up with the news, it's okay, as an alchemy creation, whether it has completed the task that has been completed, or it is useless, it has been, it can be discarded, since it has been discarded, then simply kill. With an indifferent smile, looking at the old man in front of him, Lan Yuan slowly grabbed the other party's neckline, raised the other party's eyes to the same angle as himself, and then carefully looked at the other party's eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Club, your hands are stretched too wide." ”

"Eh, wait, it seems, lately, there are some people who have the same ambition as you, shouting about revival...... You don't care?"

"Huh...... You don't have to worry, a group of clown-like literati only know how to move their fingers on the pen, and they don't want to think about it at all, this is ...... What a great project it looks like. There was a slight fanaticism on his face, looking at the sky, perhaps, looking directly at some impossible existence, Lan Yuan's murmur reached everyone's ears.

Lan Yuan slowly turned around and looked at everyone. Surprised, absurd, crazy, and a little uncomfortable, everyone was looking at Lan Yuan with a strange look.

"Gentlemen, what's wrong?Is there anything strange about my words?Everyone?Please stand up and ...... if you support me," Lan Yuan smiled slightly, looking at the absurd crowd in front of him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today should be a great day, we all know that on this day, we have a lot of things to do, and we are busy, like ants on the ground, busy, without freedom, without everything. You know, the gods, decide the country, everything. All the will from the temple and the palace is our life. Suddenly, Lan Yuan's voice became extremely loud, until, everyone, invariably, stopped their work, listening, the voice of the person who had helped them countless times.

"Guys, I know you don't want to keep this fate, tragic.

Let's put the temple food at our feet, and let the so-called Hasta, let his idol, be submerged in flames! Gods, too, will die...... And then, in front of this king!"

Looking at the king who was high above, Lan Yuan walked up the steps, used his body, oppressed the old and weak king, and took it out, a short sword.

"Your Majesty—"

Lan Yuan began a speech, but the king's nose fluttered, and he let out any sound.

It's just that in the distance, like a big tree without nutrients, the face of the old bark is tightly wrinkled together, looking at the blue abyss in front of him, the king is a little ...... Speechless.

Looking at the person in front of him, who still maintained the demeanor of the king, and, politely looking at the king's Lan Yuan, the king shook his head.

"You can't be in this position. The king's voice was firm, and then, unexpectedly, he stood up and pushed Lan Yuan in the chest at once, pushing him down from the top of the high steps, and one fell to the ground.

Lan Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the king above, and said softly: "Sure enough, our king, he still has a hand." I didn't expect it, you...... How about being a cultist, does Hasta's "blood" drink well? Those nine boulders, arranged in a huge array, can actually summon the gods...... As soon as Aldebaran crossed the horizon, you were going to start planning, right? Give this world to the gods of the other world? as far as I know...... To...... The incantation used to summon Him, as if ...... From the very beginning, it was as if it had been placed at the top of the shelves in the Imperial Library......

Jinni?

Still is...... Devil?

The king stood in the distance and began to chant - the song was like a roaring cry, and he watched Lan Yuan, the voice from the other world, strange rhythms and syllables, ringing in Lan Yuan's ears as if it were ...... As if he had been thrown into boiling water, the flesh on Lan Yuan's body immediately rose into a large pustule and ...... The pustule extends into the body, and then, the body swells, and then, with a loud bang, the chest cavity explodes, and steam and blood flow to the ground.

But the minced meat, as well as the blood, is ultimately like ...... Like a shattered mirror, there is not the slightest trace.

"The Song of Hasta...... It seems to be very powerful, but that's it for you cultists...... I know, you have the cloak of Baiaki on you, so ...... Especially, count on this place to come to you. ”

Beside the king, there were pure and beautiful ripples like a river, and then, as if the blue abyss had come out of nowhere, the surrounding rays of light, at some point, had gathered in this position.

"Rigoletto's assassination of the emperor, what a memorable moment—"

Raising his dagger high, he took control of the king's back with one hand, and then, as if it were ...... A beautiful picture.

The contours of the past's face are meticulous, as if a person who is about to get everything suddenly loses everything.

The light gathered on the edge of the blade, shining everyone's eyes, and Lan Yuan carried the king as if it were ...... One of the following offenders is guilty of Diaomin. The jewel on the throne still sparkled, and the disappointment and loss on the king's face, as well as an unbelievable fanaticism, were gone, and only a faint sadness remained.

With my legs hanging down and my hands stretched forward, I saw and saw my God, the yellow color that symbolized this noble garment......

And the amulet......

The unclear face, slowly clear, wriggling, the tentacles like insects, and the eyes like soybeans, that ......

That gaze, redemption, or rather, fall.

However, at this moment, the short sword, which seemed to be eternally still, slowly fell, and just as the king's hands were about to embrace the gods, the air stopped.

The bare pavements outside the city have turned to mud, the delicacies on the streets have become rotting insects, the beautiful have become ugly, the houses have become dilapidated, and the people on the streets, the fat merchants or the emaciated students, have disappeared from their faces. Magic, this city, is a magic trick.

The king, dead, was provoked to the body, and then, threw off the throne. Falling to the ground, dusty.

"This is, the best gift I have ever given you—truth. ”

Lan Yuan looked down, and the nobles, wealthy merchants, and factory owners who didn't dare to move, walked down the steps.

"In the beginning, there was no truth in this world, there were no lies, only facts that existed. However, all things that exist in this world only live by mistaking the "facts" that are beneficial to them for being true—because there is no other reason to live without doing so. But in fact, for the powerless beings who occupy most of the world, the "facts" that are not suitable for affirming themselves are all the truth. (——The original sentence is selected from Kubo Obito's "Grim Reaper" Blue Dyeing Souke)

Looking down, Lan Yuan smiled and said.