A few years later, Helos, who had grown into a young man, ushered in his own second-turn trial. He could no longer remember the process of the trial. He only remembered that he finally gained the ability to nourish himself with the blood and merits of living beings after being immersed in the sea of blood.
——Blood sacrifice to the blood god!
"On the 11th, I really want to see Lord Tork and everyone." With such joy, the young man who escaped from the trial gradually opened his eyes.
However, as he woke up, there was no joyful encouragement from his family in his ears, and an indescribable sense of disobedience invaded the young man's brain.
"Crack--" A sound like the bursting of bamboo poles burning in flames came from all directions.
"Fire?" The heat wave surging around him burned his skin, and the strong smell of blood that assaulted his nostrils in this strange atmosphere was the key to waking up the young man.
The house was lifeless, and familiar figures were everywhere as far as the eye could see. They fell in the blood and fire and closed their eyes forever.
His horrified and blurred eyes fell on his blood-stained hands, and he knelt down in the ruins burned by the fire. The young man could not believe his eyes.
"It was you who killed them." That was a voice that he could not face for the rest of his life. It was like a judgment from the gods, coming from the man's mouth to condemn him.
He sacrificed his blood to the Blood God, and his natural rampage did not seem to be limited by the boundaries between consciousness and reality. He drew strength from the surroundings. Sacrificing the lives of everyone in his house helped him pass the second-turn trial.
"Lord Torke, even my mother...?" Frustrated eyes stared at the corner of the ruins. The two figures who fell to the ground had long been distorted into human shapes, but the damaged guqin, which was inseparable from the mother, and the symbol of Lord Tolk's clothes made the young man have no choice but to believe the reality in front of him.
"Because they were worried about you, they waited here for ten days and ten nights, but what they got in the end was the moment when you personally sent them to hell. Your cruelty is as cold as the blood-soaked sword in front of you. , Sharpness can only reflect its value in the abuse of machinery."
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God..." The young man's dull eyes moved to the sword lying in the blood in front of him, which was taller than himself.
In the next second, the sword blade was already on his neck.
"What do you want to do?" Seeing the boy's actions, the man frowned slightly.
The hands holding the sword were trembling, and with the fear of death, the young man could not respond to the man's surprise.
What qualifications does he have to live after causing such an ending? The reality that he could not face calmly and such doubts made him flinch.
The blade was heavy enough to crush his body, and it seemed that with just a little force, he could be separated from this world forever. However, it was only at the moment when he was infinitely close to death that he truly realized how difficult it was to commit suicide.
——He has not yet had the consciousness to face death calmly.
"The death of his biological father in battle became the first turning point in Helos's life, and the appearance of Tork Sabo redirected his life to the right path. The days in the City Lord's Mansion allowed him to pick up the pieces again In order to be optimistic about life, he tried to integrate into it, and actively created and enjoyed every joy. However, the arrival of that day once again broke the peace and stability he yearned for."
"Are you feeling guilty because of the rampage of the cornerstone talent?" Under the red and green double moon celestial phenomenon in the demon world, the fire ignited in the mansion was seductive and strange. Such a tragic scene in front of her made Artolis recall the knight. The destruction of the regiment.
As a bystander, she didn't seem to feel well. As for Helos, who was a witness to the incident, Artoris couldn't imagine how he felt when he learned the truth, and she didn't want to imagine it. .
Fu Dou did not reply to her this time. Artoris, unable to move her body, had no choice but to continue reading along with Helos's thoughts.
"Please grant me a death." Unable to end this life by his own hands, the young man raised his head and his colorless eyes met the man's looking down, and he begged.
However, the boy's plea was met with an angry rebuke from the man: "Killing your parents is a serious crime. If you think you can relieve yourself of the burden and die easily, how can you be worthy of the innocent people who died tragically in your hands?"
"No matter what the punishment is, I will accept it."
"Punishment is indeed a good way to punish guilty people, but here I have a better choice for you." The man said, kicking the sword from the young man's hand. The hand behind his back reached out at this time, then grabbed the hilt of the sword and placed the blade across the young man's shoulder.
The sharp sword edge easily cut open the young man's shoulder, and the overflowing blood soon dyed half of the young man's clothes red again.
"I am Caroso Sean, the chief general of Andumari City. Now I give you a chance to atone for your sins, become my subordinate, obey my orders, and fight with me in the Phantom World!"
"Yes, my general." Facing the man's gaze, the young man lowered his head deeply. The outstretched hand did not hesitate, but mechanically caught the man's downward thrust of the sword.
If this could serve as an opportunity for redemption, there was no reason for him to let it go. But even everything that happens here will be washed away by time and one day escape from the memory of the world. But as the creator of the tragedy, he is the only one who will never forgive himself.
Even though his hands were cut by a sharp blade, the boy's expression remained unchanged, which surprised the man slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he showed a smile.
"May I have your name?"
"Helos..." The moment he said his name, the boy remembered his mother's instructions to him. Because of his mother's words, no matter how kind Torke was to him and how much he hoped that he could inherit his surname, Helos did not accept it.
"My name is Hieros Hurt."
He only knows that no matter what, this last name must never be forgotten.
"Now this sword belongs to you. All you need to know is that Hieros Hurt died under this sword." The man said, letting go of the hand holding the sword, and turned away with his dignity.
"From now on, you will be called Hieros Sean and live as my adopted son."
"..." Looking at the man's leaving back, the young man's heart was filled with confusion. He just dragged his stiff body to get up, holding the sword blade and followed the man like a zombie.
Why couldn't I cry even after reaching this point? The young man turned back and took one last look at this place that was full of beautiful memories but was enough to make him so sad that he couldn't breathe.
He didn't know whether it was because of his father's warrior bloodline that he couldn't shed tears easily, or whether he was really cruel enough to abandon ethics and morality, but as the man said, the man named Hieros Hurt The boy no longer exists.
"If you think this is the end of it, you are wrong."
The reminder from Fu Dou on the side made Artolis notice the leaving man, and Artolis saw a sneer inadvertently showing on his side face.
