Section 1 Goddess

On this hot summer night, two guards armed with spears were standing at the gate boredly. Standing guard is always a boring job, and tonight is even more so. Originally, the two of them could still chat to pass the time, but at the moment, the weather is so hot that people don't even have the desire to talk.

Behind them was the side entrance of the palace of the Shem. It's a door that is rarely visited, and is only suitable for those who don't want to expose themselves to the public. In fact, even on the busiest days, the door only receives three or five guests.

The weather was so hot, the air was dreary and it looked like it was dripping. Although the two guards didn't do anything, their heads and bodies were still sweating, and the sweat had soaked through the leather armor on their bodies, emitting a sour smell.

The two guards suddenly straightened up, they felt that they were not asleep, but suddenly a person appeared in front of them.

One of the guards took a half-step back and assumed a vigilant posture. He was sure he didn't hear someone approaching, but the person actually appeared.

The man was dressed in a black cloak, like a shadow in the light, but his flickering eyes were distinct in the light of the oil lamp.

"Who?" the other guard questioned, raising his spear and aiming it at the stranger's chest. "Who are you?"

The stranger showed no uneasiness, though the spear had almost touched his chest. His twinkling eyes were fixed on the guards, and before he knew it, both guards were staring into her eyes.

"What is your responsibility here?" said the stranger, his voice sweet and gentle, a feminine voice.

"Guarding here. The two guards replied in unison. Their voices became mechanical, their bodies stiff like statues, and their eyes hollow.

"Lie! Your duty is to obey my commands. Look into my eyes, you are no longer yourself. Open the door for me. ”

One of the guards turned around as stiff as wood, pulled out the key, inserted the large lock, and finally opened the iron door.

"Okay, show me the way to the king's bedchambers. The man in black said to the guard. Before she walked in the door, she turned to look at the other guard.

"As for you, I don't need it. Kill yourself!"

The guard listened to her voice and turned his spear around, the tip of which was slowly inserted into the gap in the leather armor at the bottom of his ribs. The spear pierced his body, and blood poured out along the wound. This was originally a huge injury that made people scream in pain, but he didn't make a sound, and his arm continued to exert himself stiffly, as if he didn't feel a trace of pain.

In the resplendent room, a young man was lying on a velvet bed. He didn't sleep very soundly and was sweating profusely. Because the palace was just as stuffy and suffocating, and the effect of the leather bags with ice cubes on the bed and beside the bed was only a little cooler than outside, not cool at all.

There was a strange noise outside the door of the room. The young man was awakened, he looked up and looked at the entrance of the room. At the moment, the door is closed. There was another clear strange sound, which showed that the sound just now was not an illusion.

"Who's out there!"

There was silence outside the room, and no one answered. But at this moment, his personal attendant should be outside waiting for his summons. The young man panicked a little, and he reached out and fumbled on the bedside table, and a valuable magic lamp immediately shone and illuminated the room.

The door was pushed open from the outside. The man in black walked in.

"You...... Who are you? Guards, where are the guards? Didn't I say that no one was allowed in my room?"

"No need to scream, no one will come. The man in black chuckled. Then she took off her black cloak and showed her true face in the light.

It was a very young girl, and judging by her countenance, she was between an adult and a teenager. She has a small nose with a straight upturn, blue eyes like a bay of clear water, fair skin like transparent clotted fat soaked in milk, and her cherry lips are red, which is wonderful. The young girl was unarmed, wearing only a pair of soft shoes and an almost transparent white gauze robe, and her immature body loomed.

However, this charming and harmless maiden made the young man's face unusually pale. Even though the weather was so hot, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered.

"Female ...... Woman...... Goddess...... Goddess Ylang ......"

"That's right, it's me. The goddess took a step forward, but her pure and beautiful countenance was condensed with thunderous rage. "Do you think that with your little mortal king, you can challenge the gods? Do you think that we are all nothing? Do you think that we only exist in sacred scriptures and legends? Unfortunately, I am real, as real as I am in front of you now! You immeasurable ant, how dare you challenge us?! Challenge your incomprehensible greatness of power!"

"Guards!" the young man shouted suddenly, and the voice was heard far away, probably by the whole palace.

"Futile struggle, but your miserable life ends tonight!" said the goddess.

"How dare you!" the young man threatened.

"Would the king not dare to trample on the ants in the road? You have not yet realized that your so-called power is as insignificant to me as dust floating in the wind. You'll know how I'm going to deal with your resistance. ”

The goddess stretched out a hand, and a ray of light instantly engulfed the young man.

A few minutes later, a group of guards hurried in, but all they could see was the king lying on the ground. The doctor was soon summoned, followed by the magician, but no amount of healing or magic could be done at the moment—the king's body was not injured or poisoned, but his veins bulged all over his body, and his eyes widened as if to indicate impending death.

The knights and ministers knelt in front of the bed. The king opened his mouth to speak, but his lips did not even move, and his eyes were hollow. His voice was peculiar, vague and ethereal, as if it had come from far away.

"Where are you, my knights, my courtiers? ”

The people eagerly answered his call, but no matter how loud they spoke, the king could not hear it.

"Help me, I'm out of my body! My soul has been pulled into the windy darkness, and they're going to strip me of my body. The dark monsters were all around me, their hands like claws, and their eyes flickering like flames in the darkness. Help me! Their fingers burn me like flames, and they will trap my soul in filthy darkness forever......"

The king, drenched in sweat, clung to the sheets with both hands and let out a miserable cry.

"Ahhh......hhh Ylang Goddess ...... Forgiveness! I should not have violated the rights of Oren! Do not throw my soul into the abyss, do not let me be doomed!"

He struggled, tossing and turning in excruciating pain, and all of them were helpless, watching as the king slowly exhausted the last shred of his vital strength and turned into an immobile corpse.

The sound of the gong in the palace echoed in the night sky, and many pedestrians who did not know the truth stopped and stared at the palace in the distance, guessing what had happened.

As the guards burst into the room and summoned the doctor, the goddess dressed in black appeared on a grassland hundreds of miles away from the palace. Here an arch that appears to be made of stone is erected, and it is from the space under the arch that the goddess emerges.

At the edge of the arch, a man had been waiting here for a long time.

"Ylan, are things going well?"

"What's so hard about that?" the goddess glanced at the man in front of her with contempt. "Do you think these primitive natives can compete with us? I have to do this kind of thing, you are really a waste!"

The "...... waste" man's face showed an indignant look.

"Isn't it? Why can I be a goddess and you can only be an archbishop? It's not because you're too wasteful! Not only do you lack professional skills, but you don't even have a basic education! So you only deserve to be here to pretend to be a ghost and bluff these primitive natives. I can't do such a simple thing, and I have to do it myself!"

A trace of green tendon appeared on the man's forehead, but he didn't dare to refute the other party.

"I'm back at base. The goddess continued. "I'll leave it to you. You may be a waste, but you shouldn't have any problem taking care of things, right? Remember the committee's order, you must not let things out of any basket! Otherwise, you know for yourself what will happen to you!"

She looked around again, made sure there was no one, and walked into the arch again. As she approached the underside of the arch, a strange energy suddenly condensed from the entire stone-carved arch, condensing into a seemingly translucent mirror under the arch. And the goddess walked directly into this mirror and disappeared. Then, the mirror disappears into invisibility.

"Stinky bitch! I'll put up with you this time! You won't have long to live anyway!" After the goddess disappeared, the man let out a burst of angry scolding, but no matter how he heard it, he looked like a lost dog dared to bark far away.

He turned away, jumped on a horse that was already waiting beside him, and galloped off into the distance. However, the road was not very long, and he soon reached a camp that was not too small and walked into the largest tent. There were several women sleeping in the tent, probably because of the weather, all naked at the moment.

"Archbishop Karl......" A woman was awakened and looked at the person who came in with some surprise. When did the archbishop leave, but before she could ask a question, the man pressed her to the ground and pressed her violently against her body. Although the woman was surprised, she did not resist and quickly cooperated.

"Look down on me! look down on me......" Karl cursed in a whispered voice that he could only hear as he exercised.