"when!"
Seeing Gulamo's madness, Bertard's eyes turned cold. He instantly pulled out his bronze sword and held it in front of His Highness. The sharp copper blade is less than one meter away from Gulamo. With just one diagonal slash, it can cut off the opponent's outstretched arm!
"Hehehe...holy water, give me holy water!"
Gulamo seemed unaware. He stared at Shulot's royal robe, his pupils were dilated, his eyes were cloudy, he screamed in a low voice, and even drooled uncontrollably.
"Um?"
Shulot frowned. He looked at Gulamo's arm, which was covered with bloody scratches. He looked at Gulamo's legs and feet again, which were also covered with various scratch marks. Then, he stared into Gulamo's eyes seriously and 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 to use force, and with a "pop" sound, he quickly rushed towards Shulot.
"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 Gulamo. At this moment, he struck out with anger, the weapon made a sound of wind, and almost cut the opponent in half.
"Don't kill him yet!"
Shulot took a step back and shouted in a deep voice. The copper sword in Bertard's hand immediately turned around, facing Gulamo's head with its 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."
Naxiu took two steps forward, quickly restrained the end of Gulamo's left arm with both hands, twisted it accurately, and then pulled hard, and there was an immediate "click" that made people feel sad. 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 still murmured 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 in the affirmative.
"Your Highness, this man is already useless. He took too much of the powerful holy water specially prepared by the capital city. 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 after holy water. These holy waters will more or less involve some special American herbs, which can have a strong effect on the human nervous system and cause irreversible damage. As for the powerful holy water specially made 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 what he was good at.
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 there was 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 arms and struck with two sharp elbows.
"Hey! Ha!"
"ah!..."
"Crack! Click!"
Shulot's face twitched again. He watched Naxiu's arms rise and fall, her elbows passing 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."
Naxiu's expression remained unchanged, she turned around and smiled tenderly at Shulot. Then, she opened Gulamo's mouth and poured a whole tube of psychedelic mushroom powder into it.
"Ah...uh...hehe...hehe..."
Gulamo sat there, losing the ability 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, looking into those eyes that resembled Medina's.
"Gulamo, do you still know me?"
"Ho ho, ho ho..."
Strong nerve stimulation spread throughout the body, and Gulamo's hands and feet were trembling. His pupils suddenly contracted, but the turbidity in his eyes gradually disappeared. He stared at the face in front of him, roared meaninglessly for a moment, and suddenly replied with a hoarse voice.
"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 are 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 priesthood, which were currently hanging on long poles in front of the great temple.
"All...dead?!...Ti..."
Gulamo's pupils contracted painfully, but an uncontrollable smile filled the corners of his mouth. The mushroom powder was taking effect quickly, taking him to a dreamland of endless joy.
"...Ti!..."
Gulamo's cry was hoarse and vague, as if it were 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. Among the low shouts were two other unexpected names.
"Chatini! Gillim!..."
"Um?!"
Shulot was shocked. He repeated Gulamo's words, his expression suddenly serious.
"Chatini? Gillim? Prince Tarasco, Chief Intelligence Officer?!"
"Two kings...Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Gulamor laughed wildly 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 collar and shouted sternly.
"Who else is behind your assassination?!..."
"They're all dead...Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Under the strong nerve stimulation, Gulamo's pupils dilated and his eyes returned to cloudiness. He laughed with joy from the bottom of his heart, a hearty laugh that squeezed out of his heart, a laugh that shed tears from the corners of his eyes.
"The Zicao 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 alarmed. He took a few guards with him and walked quickly 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."
Xiulote nodded. He calmly pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist and walked up to Gulamo, who was laughing wildly. Then, he used one hand to lift the skinny Gulamo from the ground and press 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 snake, he struggled on the wall for more than ten breaths. At the last moment, he regained consciousness. He took a deep look at the king in front of him, his eyes full of unconcealable regret, and 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! A smile appeared on his lips, as if he was recalling that gentle and charming long kiss...
Then, as he recalled Gulamo's words, 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, was willing to give trust to, and even offered loyalty to.
"Is there... where's King Avite?"
The young king stood facing the wall, deep in thought and silent. The rest of the people waited with their heads lowered and stood respectfully. The dark dungeon was silent and solemn. Only a stream of blood flowed out from Gulamo's fallen body. And through the dim firelight, a smile could be vaguely seen on the frozen face of the corpse.
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