Scepter of Thorns

"Hey, no one welcomes me." The Grim Reaper curled his lips, like a bullied child, "The Pope, a Tarot card, symbolizes unity and authority, and represents all things that are stable and not easy to change—so to speak You must also be a rigid person? There is also a magician who symbolizes innovation, does that mean you have a lot of ideas?"

The magician seemed a little unaccustomed to his way of talking, so he was taken aback for a moment before he answered bluntly: "No."

"The Tarot card Reaper represents the end, fear, and sanctions." The pope lowered his eyes, his fingers were tapping the scepter regularly, "According to what you said, then can I think that you are very dangerous to us?" ?”

Reaper didn't care, "Who knows, but if it's to make your expression richer, I will do some bad things."

He suddenly got close to the Pope, but Lyall stretched out his hand and stopped the person behind him, with a hint of threat in his smile, "Pay attention to your words and deeds, God of Death, otherwise I don't mind doing something that is not good for you." Good thing."

The Grim Reaper obviously had better eyesight. He saw that the one with the empty card was not easy to mess with, so he simply disappeared in a blink of an eye.The Pope stared at the small clearing, something flashed through his mind.

"He doesn't seem to be of the same... race as us?" He opened the diary, "No, or we are all of a different race, after all, the hair color is still different."

On the next page of the circus several items of data are recorded, along with a plant slice and a drawing of a tree.The Pope turned another page, and there were densely written words on the paper.

"The Forest of Floating Light is the place where the elves live, and he took me to see the tree of life. I've only seen pictures of it in "Elves and Trees" before. Unexpectedly, those green light spots are not bugs , but the seeds of the Tree of Life. He told me that the Forest of Floating Light has covered the entire sky after hundreds of years of growth, and the new saplings of the Tree of Life cannot get light, and they will die in large numbers every time the seeds are sown. It In order to avoid this situation, a new way of nourishing has evolved - absorbing the life of other trees. I don't fully believe this, the tree of life grows extremely slowly, and it takes 300 years for the seeds to break out of the ground. If So the tree of life must have wisdom, but so far no precedent for plants with wisdom has been found. He also said that the tree of life is the first plant created by the God of Light, and later brought to the Forest of Floating Light by the Lord Elf God... "

The Pope read it carefully, but in the process of flipping through, he felt that the surrounding light seemed to dim.The magician kept staring at the sky for some unknown reason, even though it was covered by lush foliage. After a minute, he turned to the Pope and said: "Get ready, something must attack us next."

"How do you judge?" He raised his head and asked.

"Intuition." The magician felt that he could not explain clearly.But the god of death who had just disappeared suddenly appeared on a thick branch of an ancient tree. His face no longer had that cynical expression, but was replaced by seriousness and caution.

"Murderous." He narrowed his eyes. "It seems that the rules stipulate that our companions cannot attack each other, so I have to accept it reluctantly. Also, don't read the Pope, be careful to be killed."

Can't attack each other?The Pope closed his diary and thought about his words over and over again. Then he must have attacked someone and found it useless before he showed up. Does this mean that they can only choose to cooperate?

Lyle has been leaning against the tree, he finally stopped smiling, since the Pope felt that he was not in a good mood after seeing the Grim Reaper, as if he was enduring something.

"What's wrong with you?" Holding the scepter, he moved slightly closer to Lyle.

Lyle didn't answer, just looked into his eyes.Only then did the pope realize that his pupils had darkened. It was unknown whether his long hair was due to poor lighting or some other reason. The originally brilliant golden color seemed to be dripped with ink, gradually smudged.

"Have you put your wings away?"

"Yeah." Lyle answered briefly, because if he didn't put it away, his identity would be exposed. He thought of the scarlet clock and quietly moved forward a few steps, and his heart became more and more irritable.But in fact, he knew that this was a trap set by the law. It wanted him to lose his reason and mind and become a tool to maintain the law.But he can't stand someone trying to get his lover involved. This complex emotion is like a sharp knife. He can choose to pierce his heart, or kill his only love.

In the end he restrained himself, "I'm fine. Be careful, don't get hurt."

The originally chaotic light spots gradually gathered in the air, and they formed a long arrow, pointing directly to the interior of the forest.The magician exhaled, "I thought they were going to attack."

The god of death looked a little confused, but he was still very vigilant. He was sure that he had clearly noticed the murderous aura just now, even if it was faint, it definitely existed.

"Let's go in." The pope walked into the road pointed by the light point first, and Lyle kept a distance from him and followed behind.Death and the magician looked at each other, and then followed.

The fallen leaves are thick underfoot.But the pope doesn't like to walk on it, because the dead branches and leaves are mixed with decay and brokenness, hiding in the dark and insects are eating them. When winter comes, all life will disappear with the cold wind , into the soil.

He didn't know how many straight trees he had passed, all of them were almost the same in appearance, all of them were old and vigorous dark brown.He faintly heard someone calling his name, but he didn't want to stop, so he simply spread his wings and walked through the endless trees.He finally found out that he was fleeing, fleeing this forest with determination and no hesitation.

its not right.He thought in bewilderment, he had seen trees flourishing enough to cover the sky before, so where did such thick fallen leaves come from?

The pope stopped.

He is the only one here, and the others are unknown.The surrounding was terribly silent, and the bright green light had long since disappeared. He stood in the dark forest, not knowing where to go.

His head began to ache violently. He bent down with his head in his arms, and his long dark golden hair hung down.It seems that there is a child standing alone in the forest in the memory, and the woman with dark purple curly hair spreads her sharp bone wings high above and looks down at him, she casts a cold glance, and flies away from here.

mom.

He reached out, trying to grab something.

The murderous wind blew up layers of fallen leaves, and he finally saw the corpse on the ground. The female demon lay peacefully in the withered yellow, with dark purple curly hair scattered, like a sleeping princess.The bones and wings behind her were fragmented, and the film had been corroded by fallen leaves, but her body never lost its color and was always beautiful.

He looked at his hands and suddenly laughed.

"You're damned. Mom," he said with a smile, "you killed me seven times, the first time with a poisoned dessert, the second time with two hours of suffocation, the third time with a year of captivity, the fourth time It was drowning in a lake, the fifth time was a fall from a height of 20 meters, the sixth time was a wrist slit in a bathtub, and the seventh time was a black forest where I was alone."

"You're damned." He repeated, as if trying to convince someone, "I knew you were going to throw me somewhere dangerous when you were going to take me out, so I'm on your lipstick Put on lipstick, every time you try to kill me, you go to see your father with heavy makeup, I know, you will definitely wear that lipstick, because it is a gift from your father."

The woman who wanted to fly away suddenly trembled and fell from the air, like a bird with broken wings.Her bony wings broke when she fell, and her body convulsed unnaturally from the poison.A line of blood slid down from the corner of her mouth, her eyes widened, and she looked at the seemingly harmless child in front of her in astonishment.

"Why do you think I won't kill you?" He murmured, "Because I am your son, I can tolerate you hurting me again and again. Because I am your son, you can Abuse without bottom line?"

"You are damned." He strangled the woman's slender neck with his immature hands, "You are damned. Mom."

The woman's breathing weakened and eventually stopped.

It turned out that it was autumn at that time, and the leaves fell on the woman one after another, but he felt disgusted, because they would soon cover the body, then rot, and finally melt into the soil.

He leaned against the tree trunk and quietly watched the fallen leaves cover the woman bit by bit, until a Celestial Clan flew down from the sky, his white wings swept the fallen leaves off the woman's body, and then gently picked her up from the ground.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Tianzu raised his head and stared at the child in front of him, "You killed her, you killed your own mother."

"No, it was you." He had a calmness that didn't match his age, "It was you, father. If you hadn't stopped her from killing me the first six times, then I wouldn't be standing here and she wouldn't be dead. "

The Celestial Clan snorted coldly, "Then live with the so-called truth to death, dirty half-breed."

"Father, you strangled your mother while she was putting on lipstick, she died of suffocation, and there was a red line at the corner of her mouth." He looked up at the man, "I will only remember that you killed my mother .”

"Then you will remember the truth one day. That is the crime you committed." The man suddenly felt ridiculous, "You want to enter the temple, but also want to be the Holy Son, right? But the prerequisite for being the Holy Son is to have experienced the high priest's experience." Hypnosis, the hypnotized person will tell the crimes he has committed, so if you force yourself to forget, then there will be no flaws."

"Yes, father." His black and blue eyes were unpredictable, "so please - the current high priest of the temple hypnotizes me, I know you don't want me, because I am a mixed race. If you hypnotize me , and portray myself as a cold and unkind image in my memory, then I will naturally alienate you, and you will lose this responsibility. Anyway, that's what you planned to do."

"Is this what 'that you' taught you again?" The man was thinking about something.

"It's nothing." He replied, "'My name is Edward Daulsas, my father is a Celestial Clan, and I work as a high priest in the temple. My mother is unknown. She was killed by her father when she was 16 years old. The high priest Guilty and defected, his son entered the temple instead of his father, became the Holy Son at the age of 16, and became the Pope at the age of 26."

"What a perfect life." The man almost clapped his hands and applauded, "This is another you, you are so ambitious."

"It's nothing, I'm who I am," he repeated. "The pope's scepter is beautiful, I just like it."

"Okay, my...another son." The man burned the woman's body with a ball of light, leaving only ashes scattered among the fallen leaves, "Then, the hypnosis begins. I just want to remind you that the scepter is of course It is beautiful, it makes countless people flock to it, but it is entwined with thorns, and anyone who tries to hold it will be stabbed with blood."

"It's like love." He laughed. "You've paid for it, haven't you?"

The arrogant Tianzu disdains this very much, "Just don't regret it."

The brilliant colors of the magic circle made the cold and gloomy autumn beautiful.He fell into a deep sleep with a smile, and when he woke up again, he was that innocent child again, his father was indifferent, his mother was vicious, and he was struggling and suffering.When his mother was killed by his father at the age of 16, his life changed, and then he entered the temple and served as the son and pope.

Everything has been arranged.

In the dark forest, he laughed hysterically, and the malevolent wind lifted the thick leaves, revealing the truth long dead and decayed, and finally they melted into the soil, like the unforgivable sin into the flesh .

----Chapter42. Debacle & End----

The author has something to say:

I simply love the ruthless and depraved subject in the desire for power =_= Well, I know that my three views are not correct, if readers who can’t stand it, please quit silently. You will find that this is the two extremes of what you thought... don't look at the fact that Gong is not making any moves now, and wait until the distant God Realm scroll-I hehehehehe...

But this is the happiest chapter I wrote. It is true that Xiaoshou killed his mother. The so-called memories are all fake, and his father is not so indifferent.The "you" and "the other son" in the article are actually dual personalities similar to Caesar, but a little different.In fact, I feel that from Chapter 1 to the last chapter, I have no ambitions, and it doesn't look like a copywriting, but! !From this chapter! ! !Shou is about to transform! ! !What's more, I'm going to write the Tianjie volume soon! ! !After two years of writing, I finally finished the first volume! ! ! !

Countdown: 7

(Insert silently, I think I will have graduated from junior high school by the time this article is written)