1191 in the continental calendar, winter night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In Yebasta, the royal capital of Galbadia, a cataclysm descended from the sky without warning, and the raging fire became a prairie fire, enveloping the royal capital within a radius of ten miles in its bloody maw.

However, no matter how terrible the screams outside were and how fierce the fire was, at this moment, in the emperor's deep palace bedroom, it was strangely quiet. The cold and filled with the air of restlessness, fear, madness, and malice discouraged the flames outside the window.

King Anglas sat on one knee with his right arm propped up with a pained expression. In the corner of the room behind him, the queen mother and daughter huddled together and shivering. In front of the king, there was a glittering tip of the sword, a silver sword hanging in the air, and the person who held the sword was dressed in pitch black: a black velvet cape, a black nobleman's formal dress with silver trim, and black hunting boots. It was as if the darkness entrenched in him had broken through his body and spread to the outside world.

The man in black wore a strange silver mask on his face, and the mouth part of the mask had a hole in the crescent crescent mark, and the ends of the crescent moon curled abnormally, as if it were the smile of a clown from hell, mocking everything in the world. Behind the small hole left in the eye, the man's ice-blue eyes could be seen, those eyes carried a strong hatred and murderous aura, and the cold gaze seemed to be able to pierce objects.

Beside the man, there were two Assassins wearing the same mask. A man who looked like a grown man was dressed in orange and white mage robes, his face completely enclosed by a cloak brim, and his mask was hidden in shadow. There was also a woman in a purple tight-fitting outfit that looked like the night suit worn by the assassin. Because she was also wearing a mask, it was impossible to tell the woman's age, but the huge iron claw on her left hand clearly revealed a sense of incongruity.

The black-clothed man's gaze followed the blade of the sword, swept over the tip of the sword, and projected onto the king's face. It was the appearance of a resolute, strong and dignified king.

The shoulders of the man holding the sword suddenly began to tremble slightly, and then, from his throat came a low chuckle, then to a nasal hum, and finally to a terrifying laugh as if he couldn't help it.

“...... Hum Hum Hum ...... Hehehe...... Hahahaha......!!! "Anyone who hears this laughter will not think that it is a human sound. The ominous atmosphere in the room was instantly set off to the extreme. The laughter, hitting the walls and hitting the eardrums, bounced back and forth in the ears of the six people in the room. It's like a greeting from hell that brings death, laughing at everything in front of you.

After a long time, the man finally stopped his terrible laughter, and stabbed his sword forward against the king's throat. He was enjoying the moment, and he was looking forward to the thrill of the next moment of killing. His eyes sparkled with unusual pleasure. It was revenge that drove him to where he is today, and he waited a whole decade for this moment.

"Behold, this is the supreme and incomparable king of Garbadia, the Emperor of Anglas. It's a shame to leave you alone, you should let your precious minister, no, let all the whole world see it!Look at your ridiculous and pathetic funny appearance!" The pleasure in the man's eyes intensified, mixed with heavy hatred, and the violent anger became even more prominent.

"Who are you, and why did you assassinate this king?"

Even in such a bad situation, Anglas did not lose the calmness that a king of a country should have, which made the man in black feel deeply unhappy. But in the next moment, the eyes of the man in black flashed with victory again. Yes, he has already won, no matter how hard the man in front of him tries, he still can't escape the punishment of death tonight.

So, the man in black sneered and took off the mask on his face.

“...... Yes, it's you. ”

"Oh? I don't seem surprised at all from your tone, Your Majesty. Or are you used to "betrayal" so that the people you abandoned come to you for revenge, and you can take it for granted?"

The king will not easily lose his domineering, even if he is in an extremely disadvantageous position, Anglas still maintains a cold gaze, looks directly at the man, and says majestically: "If you don't get the throne, you have to use despicable means to usurp it? That's why I said that you don't have the strength of a king." ”

"Hmph!" the man sneered, put on his mask again, and said disapprovingly, "Save it, who doesn't know, you'd rather give up the throne to that little girl who hasn't even grown hair, than give it to me!" the man said and glared at the princess behind the king, which made the queen tighten her arms even more to protect her daughter. The man casually withdrew his gaze, and then said, "You want 'pure' blood, how can a person like me, who has 'dirty' blood mixed with his body, be allowed to be the heir to your royal family?

A hint of pity curled up in the corners of Anglas's mouth, and he said, "You don't understand anything after all. It doesn't matter at all that kind of thing is bloodline, as long as you still look at the world with such a narrow eye, I won't pass on the throne to you, how can I put the ruling power in the hands of a tyrant like you?!"

The laughter once again shook the tense and thin air, and the man turned his face slightly to the two people beside him: "Do you hear it? Do you hear it? Hehe, I really deserve to be my king, and I really move the people! But Emperor Anglas, if it is the demeanor of a king to justify his mistakes, then I am really not qualified." ”

"Yega, do you know, as a king......"

After a loud slap, the man named Yega picked up the hilt of his sword and struck it at Anglas's face without sparing any strength, the sound of a broken nose bone sounded in silence, but it did not bring any pleasure to Yega, and his heart was full of anger at this moment,

"What qualifications do you have to preach to me here! Don't you think it's too late to educate me now?"

As he spoke, Yaga kicked Anglas in the abdomen, and a sour liquid squirted out of Anglas's mouth, and the king's eyes gradually drifted.

Yejia's gaze swept to the mother and son behind the king again, and his eyes burst out with murderous intent: "Why don't you let me teach your wife and children as well, so that they know what pain is?"

Before Yejia could finish speaking, he turned his sword towards the queen and princess, but at the moment of taking the first step, he was blocked by a body in front of him. Angras held the tip of the sword in one hand and his wife and children in the other, his expression awe-inspiring and his eyes determined. Between the fingers of the sword, bright red blood flowed.

Yejia hesitated slightly, and opened his mouth again in a playful tone: "My king, what are you doing? Do you also have the courage to sacrifice your life to protect others?"

"It is the duty of a king to protect others, let alone protect the most important person to himself. ”

Yejia finally became impatient, and his tone was full of violence: "That's enough! How long are you going to act, Your Majesty? After you get rid of them, I will naturally clean you up, why be so anxious?"

Anglas smiled slightly, as if mocking, as if pitying, and as if apologetic: "Yega, even if you destroy everything I have and take everything from me, you can't get your happiness back." ”

Yejia's shoulders were shocked, his eyes were bloodshot, and he swung away the sword he was holding with all his might, and shouted out of control: "Don't call me by my name with your dirty mouth! Isn't my happiness destroyed by you? Now you say these beautiful things that seem to have nothing to do with yourself, and you want to write off the past guilt? Happiness is something that I don't need at all now, and those superfluous emotions can only drag me back!"

At this time, the orange-robed man next to him came over and whispered to Yejia, "My lord, time is not enough, please act as soon as possible." ”

Yejia glanced impatiently at the man beside him, "Sure enough, I don't even have time to enjoy this moment slowly...... I'm sorry Your Majesty, my time is precious, and although I want to torture you to the fullest and make you suffer hellish pain, it seems that your luck seems to be good, tonight, let me end everything with this sword!"

Yaga raised the silver sword, the body of which reflected a chilling cold light in the moonlight shining into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, "It seems that you can only go to that world and slowly repent of your life's sins...... Farewell, Father!" The last "Father" was almost a whisper, a merciless roar from the depths of his throat. After a brief death sentence, the man swung his sword vigorously......

This moment, for the young princess, is as long and poignant as a year. Anglas turned his head, looked at his daughter with a look of calmness, smiled lightly, and whispered something. The Avenger's sword slashed a silver arc of moon in mid-air, slashing at the king's neck. The queen turned her daughter's face and buried herself in her arms. However, the sound of the blade slicing through the skin, the sound of breaking bones was still clear, and then a warm, viscous liquid spurted out and splashed onto the terrible touch of the body.

Even at a young age, the little princess can still understand the horror of death and the catastrophe at this moment. Everything tonight will be an eternal imprint in the heart, deep into the blood, carved into the bone marrow, and will not be forgotten until death, cannot be forgotten, and cannot be forgotten.

"Fienareborlet" (Sacrifice words: God bless my love) ......" The king's last words resounded through the princess's young heart.

The fire, in the cold winter of 1191 in the continental calendar, burned......