Chapter 373 363. The room was in
a mess.
Everything was broken and turned into debris. Large pieces of wood from the desk were scattered on the ground. Books were dumped on the ground. The open pages were trampled and wrinkled. The sharp ceramic pieces were soaked in water stains. Confusing it with soaked and swollen tea leaves.
The carpet was torn apart by wild beasts, and the threads were tangled like hair, crawling on the ground, and turned up, revealing the pale inner guts.
The blood formed a small puddle in the undulations of the corpse on the carpet, slowly but irresistibly seeping into the fur.
Magnus was twitching uncontrollably. He didn't dare to breathe, but the uncontrollable sobs still leaked from the tip of his nose and dripped on his knees together with the blood. He trembled slightly and lowered his head. He saw that he was so pale that The blackened knees lost their color in the cold.
He was wrong, he was wrong... Father, forgive him, he was deceived, he didn't know, he didn't know... Forgive him... He just wanted to save his heir... Forgive him...
Magnu Si was trying hard to shrink himself, covering his mouth tightly so as not to make a sound. He wanted to vomit, and the fishy sweetness of the sticky internal organs lingered in his mouth, but he did not dare to move a little, and he did not even dare to make a sound of swallowing. Wen Tun The gradually cold liquid accumulated in his mouth, and then was squeezed and slowly slid down his esophagus.
The uncontrollable sobbing made him feel the pain of choking into his trachea at any time. His split nails were clenched on his face, and the sharp nails pierced his skin, causing blood to ooze out.
His slightly trembling hair obscured his sight. This was Magnus's last futile disguise. He didn't dare to move his eyes a little higher. He didn't dare - he didn't dare - the most brutal
beast was fighting for his life. Staring at him, unblinking.
The only intact piece of furniture in this room was a human-sized chair. It was intact, without a crack or a speck of dust on its legs, and it was incompatible with the chaos.
There he sat.
Directly opposite the kneeling Magnus sat, like a statue, bent like a fully drawn bow, his elbows on his knees and his hands folded to shield his lower cheek.
He tilted his head subtly, and his black hair poured out, blocking one eye, revealing only one unblinking, inorganic, emotionless, and inhuman eye.
He tilted his head and stared at Magnus's face, which was lowered and trying to hide.
Magnus let out a small sob.
No, no, no, no, how he wished he could disappear immediately, no longer bear all this, no longer be watched, and stay away from all this pain.
The monster was motionless, and blood mixed with tears flowed over, staining his boots.
"Traitor,"
he said,
"Failure,"
golden light lit up from his eyes.
Magnus suddenly convulsed violently, and the hand covering his mouth loosened twitchingly. He vomited blood and visceral fragments uncontrollably, but this was far from the real source of the extremely painful hell.
His soul burned.
The golden light broke through the vast sky, and the dazzling and scorching one descended. The flames swept and rushed, and everything swayed, screaming and having nowhere to escape.
The flames burned, and the entire room was consumed and sunk under the golden flames. Magnus struggled to rise and fall in the sea of flames. The tongues of fire burned through the bones and licked the brain - Sakalia Eternal Kinslayer
Revenge Empty Skull Orpethon Warmaster Erda Spells Tower of Babel Betrayer Intervention Iron Eldar Storm Scream Whisper Mage Pattern Moloch Om Messiah Thunder Warrior Tzeentch Lie Sacrifice Healing Twenty-One Deception Black Hole Contract Network Those who betray the Tao will pay
no price to the gods—no!
He was wrong! ! He was wrong! ! ! Forgive him! Forgive him! ! !
Let him go! ! !
tyrant! Forgive him! ! ! !
Magnus roared, tears of blood splattered from his eyes, he choked and grabbed his tangled hair with his hands frantically, and looked at him furiously -
Magnus coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the first mouthful of blood spattered on the A flower bloomed on the large, ironed carpet.
Magnus raised his head in disbelief and trembled.
He saw that everything here was intact, the room was magnificent and intact, the tea in the cup was filled with warm moisture, and the books were placed safely in place.
He was sitting on the only broken golden throne, staring at him unblinkingly,
+My son,+
he said, +My pride. +
Magnus's eyes ached with intense pain, they burned in their sockets, and he gasped loudly, roaring out broken syllables, scratching at his sockets with his hands.
Magnus half straightened up and looked across from him, saliva mixed with saliva dripping from his mouth, and he stared at him in horror and despair.
He trembled, opened his mouth slightly with trembling, and whimpered like a wounded animal.
【Father? ]
He said hoarsely, and then Magnus held his head in pain, his nails scratched his scalp, tearing off the flesh and blood, and his sharp shout tore his vocal cords,
[Father? ! Father! ! ! Don't-don't! ! don't want! ! ! 】
【No! ! ! ! ]
[I didn't mean it? ! ! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, forgive me, forgive me, I don’t want to——]
Magnus’s voice stopped suddenly, and he laughed heart-breakingly, his one eye twitching, blood and tears gushing out crazily,
Magnus sucked in breath like a suffocation Taking a breath, he touched the smooth skin of his face where his other eye should have been.
Magnus lowered his head suddenly, staring at his hand -
and then inserted his finger directly into his last eye. Scarlet darkness immediately enveloped him, and the wet liquid soaked his fingertips and finger muscles. With the force, Magnus curled up and collapsed to the ground, struggling like a dehydrated fish.
His hand twitched, and the soft, moist flesh lay caressing him, but gradually became cold and hardened.
Just like his own hope.
Magnus squeezed himself onto the carpet, using his last bit of strength to push the broken eyeball forward in his hand, the burrs of the carpet pricking him.
The round crystal lay in the palm of his hand, looking straight at the judge, executioner, victim, father, tyrant, and emperor.
[Dedicated to you, dedicated to you...]
Blood flowed from Magnus's mouth, and he sobbed,
[Forgive me, father... forgive me...]
"No."
The Emperor stood up and left straight away,
"Horse Magnus, I will never trust you."
The footsteps of military boots sounded, like passing a bunch of uncaring garbage. Magnus collapsed in a pool of blood, looking at him with empty eyes. A reality that can no longer be seen.
Huge despair stared at him, and Magnus fainted.
"Creak -"
After nine days and nine nights, the door finally opened, and Hades was shocked. He opened his eyes and saw the emperor walking out calmly from the corner of his eye, with not even a wrinkle in his clothes.
The thin smell of blood wafted out from the crack in the door, exuding the dull stench of broken tissue.
Hades opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he decided to take a look at Malcador. He saw that Malcador was still calm, just following the emperor quietly.
Hades turned back and glanced at the room again, and finally he chose to follow.
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