Chapter 2424 Fyodor
One week later
Sacred Calendar Year 9571, Sky Moon, Melody 3rd
Game time AM08:17
Northeast Continent, Broken Head Cliff, Evil Eye Palace
"I have met the king."
After receiving the summons, he rushed to the royal court as soon as possible. Although he was old, he was still energetic and upright. Yerma Santos, the commander of the Black Lizard Hunters and the right-hand man of the Lord of Guillotine, knelt down on one knee with a solemn expression. , He said softly to the [Evil Eye King] who was currently leaning on the huge bone throne. He was much shorter than an ordinary lizard man and had a pair of blood-red eyes: "I am late, I hope you will forgive me."
"This is a private situation, Uncle Yerma, and I hope you can relax."
The Lizard King, who had already dismissed others in advance, woke up from his meditation, and then raised his hand to signal the other person to stand up, revealing a figure that was very different from the [Evil Eye King] in the minds of most people, with a bit of fatigue and weakness. Smile: "Come here to find you, but I really can't let others see me like this now. I don't even have anyone to chat with to relieve my boredom."
Yerma was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked quickly to the Lizard King. He looked at the purple-red light that was constantly overflowing under the layer of 'grey scales' on the opponent's body with a stunned expression, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "Feido, didn't you just three months ago..."
"Unfortunately, Uncle Yerma, my last [Good Friday] was actually forty-eight days ago. As for the time you mentioned, it was already a long, long time ago for me."
Only at this time, the lizardman who looked more like Fyodor Gota than [Evil Eye King] shook his head and interrupted the other party, huddled in the large throne and said tiredly: "Every time, this damn problem It will bring me a new and subversive experience. Every time, I have to fight the urge to kill myself to stop this pain. You must admit, this damn evil poison is far worse than the evil eye king. Cruel.”
A flash of pain flashed in Yerma's eyes. He raised his hand and put it on the Lizard King's shoulder, paralyzing the latter's nerves with his vigorous strength. He sighed: "If I had known this, Feiduo, you shouldn't have..." …”
"I have no choice, Uncle Yerma. Back then I was just a waste who was not taken seriously and was left alive only because of the dirty blood of the Gota family. My physical condition was already bad before we met. Nothing could be better. ”
The Evil Eye King laughed dryly, and a trace of nostalgia flashed through his bright red vertical pupils: "To be honest, I really enjoy the kind of father who obviously hopes that I will die of illness soon, but has to endure that I am with him every day." Living on his last breath made him realize that the surname "Gota" was not noble and would become a deformed child and a waste. That was the main motivation for me to survive those days. "
Yerma shrugged noncommittally and reminded: "But the greatest king in the history of Sleepy Hollow is the [Evil Eye] Fyodor Gota in front of me."
"Yes, a wonderful irony."
The Lizard King raised the corners of his mouth in an exaggerated manner, and said with a ferocious smile: "As the person who hates the 'Gota family' the most, I actually made the name Gota become greater than ever. To be honest, Uncle Yerma, if I had known earlier, One day, I may not choose to use the [poison] left by my mentor to continue to survive.”
Yerma calmly looked at the king in front of him, who was far from healthy even under normal circumstances, not to mention in a weak state, and asked directly: "So? Fedo, do you want to use death to kill him?" End this? ”
"That is the easiest way, but it is also the most humble, weak and disgusting way."
The Lizard King closed his eyes and snorted softly: "If I die now, I will probably leave a mark on many forces including the United Holy Religion. For example, the evil and cruel but ambitious Broken The old owner of Touya, Fyodor Gota, could not escape death after all, but if he had not died suddenly, the situation might have turned out differently. ”
Yerma nodded slightly and asked: "Isn't it good to leave a name in history?"
"Of course it's not good. You have to know that Guillotine has been ruled by the Gota family for many years, and I didn't leave any heirs, so people won't remember Fyodor, but will think of 'Last Day' every time they mention me. A Gota' or 'How many lifetimes of Gota'."
The Lizard King raised his hand and gestured, and said coldly: "Although I don't know when those people will start counting, to me, this is an extremely offensive insult, so I can't die yet, I want to To rectify the name of [Evil Eye], I want to rectify the name of [Feodor], I want everyone to forget the stupid surname 'Gota', I want to create something that makes people forget what Guillotine once looked like Great cause.”
Yerma sighed and said softly: "Having said that, Fedo, you are really a little too devoid of warmth towards your body. If things go on for a long time, one day you will..."
"I will die miserably, and will be tortured by the poison in my flesh and blood until I am no longer human."
The Lizard King interrupted his most trusted confidant, who truly recognized and cared about him from the bottom of his heart, and said in a deep voice: "But even so, I will never let myself stop in order to relieve the curse, Yerma Uncle, you should know very well that the power of Guillotine Cliff does not lie in Warrior or lizard, I am the [Evil Eye King], and although the method of freezing body functions can alleviate the curse, it will also make me a cripple half the time every day. In that case, the [Evil Eye King] in my hand The cards will only get smaller and smaller.”
Yerma nodded slightly and asked: "That's why you are promoting cooperation with Doumbouya City at this point in time. Although this act gives those three rabble-rousers an excuse to unite against us, it is only now, is When we are full of muscles, we speak with the most weight.”
"That's part of the reason."
The Lizard King tiredly rubbed his scales which had made him feel a little more comfortable due to his loss of consciousness. He forced himself to sit upright and reminded: "Remember what I did when the Holy Son of the Sun came to Dubuya. ”
Without thinking, Yerma immediately replied: "You sent someone to provide the Holy Son with information about the Blood Feather Platform, making them realize that it was an excellent opportunity to kill the Lacerated Queen."
"Yes, but there are two details that most people probably don't know."
The Lizard King smiled and said softly: "First of all, the reason why we use our precious spies to provide the Son of the Sun Sect and the Knight Commander with unfavorable information about the Blood Feather Platform is not because of the internal disputes between us 'barbarians' Conflict, uncle Yerma you You must understand that although the bitches of the Bloodfeather Mesa, the pig heads of the Steelmane tribe, the dwarves of the Pale Plains, and the Gota family of Sleepy Hollow all regard other "blood barbarians" as their biggest opponents, I have never regarded those bastards as their biggest opponents. Treated as equals”
Yerma did not show too much surprise, but calmly echoed: "I can tell a little bit."
"Of course, after all, you are my Uncle Yerma, the person I trust most in the world."
The Lizard King kept smiling and continued: "So those amazing intrigues and those wonderful internal fights in which the three idiots regard me as their number one enemy are just fun for me to kill time."
Yerma also smiled, and then remained silent, waiting for the next sentence.
"As for the second detail, I don't blame you for not being able to see it. After all, it is an attempt that only I know about." The Lizard King put his skinny, almost uncontrollable right hand into his arms and took out He took a bottle of crystal clear green liquid, bit off the cork with difficulty and drank it in one gulp before continuing: "I actually gave a bottle to our spies alone. An additional task is to show my kindness to the knight commander of the Sun Sect, to express in a subtle way that I don’t mind joining forces with him, and even to treat them as a dog. At the same time, I also expressed that I have a lot of similar information here, as long as They are willing to establish a partnership with me, and I can earn them more for the same level of merit as killing the Lacerated Queen.”
Yerma didn't care at all that the Lizard King had done these things without his knowledge. He just nodded seriously and said: "I see, what happens next?"
"Then?"
The Lizard King sneered and said with a gloomy look: "Then that night, I dreamed of the Holy Son of the Sun."
Yerma was stunned for a moment and reacted for half a second before asking in a slightly weird tone: "You mean, you 'dreamed' about the Son of the Sun?"
"In other words, I saw the Son of the Sun in a 'dream' way."
The Lizard King grinned, looked directly into Yerma's eyes and asked: "You don't think this is just a simple misunderstanding, or a demonic self-love, do you?"
"Of course not."
The latter immediately shook his head and said seriously: "After all, as far as I know, you...can't dream at all."
"That's right."
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The Lizard King shrugged and said in a calm tone: "Since I chose to use the 'poison' left by my mentor to extend my life, I have never had any dreams since then. After all, I can't even sleep normally. Similar The physiological state is essentially a suspended animation created by the 'poison', and theoretically, no matter whether it is a real dead person or a fake dead person, it is impossible to dream."
Yerma, who also knew this secret, nodded slightly, his expression becoming more serious.
"As a result, as you just knew, one day I actually had the long-awaited physiological reaction of 'dreaming', and just when I ignorantly thought that the 'poison' might have begun to fade, the famous man The Holy Son named Day Black appeared.”
The Lizard King took a deep breath and lowered his eyes subconsciously as if to avoid some kind of dazzling presence, but his voice remained calm enough: "He greeted me politely, and politely expressed the intelligence I sent to them. Thank you, and then... told me that no creature in this wild land was qualified to cooperate with him, and punished me for my previous overly presumptuous overtures."
After hearing this, Yerma could no longer maintain his composure and exclaimed: "What?!"
"He ordered me to prostrate myself on the ground, and also ordered me to learn humility, so that from that day on my eyes could not look directly at the sun."
The Lizard King clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Finally, he ordered the 'curse poison' on my body to explode, telling me that this was the price for trying to have an equal dialogue with him, and then disappeared at the last second before I woke up."< br>
Yerma's eyes widened as if someone was strangling him by the throat: "He...he..."
"He is a child who has just turned thirteen, and he also looks like a person wearing human skin... I don't know how to describe it, but I know very well that it is far from being something that the [Evil Eye] can look directly at."
The Lizard King, who was extremely weak due to the outbreak of the 'curse poison', twitched the corner of his mouth and said dryly: "That was the first time I sought to join forces with people from the Holy Religion Union, and it was also the first time I had a dream in my life. The same thing is , they all left me with extremely bad memories.”
Yerma's expression also became very ugly, and he said solemnly: "Then the poison on your body..."
"From that time on, it was no longer stable."
The Lizard King raised his hands, looked at the purple-red light under the scales on his body, and said lightly: "The original fixed cycle that would only occur every three months and three weeks gradually lost its regularity, and the pain But it becomes more and more unbearable. Of course, I will get used to it. I know I will get used to it. It just takes some time to adapt.”
Yerma, whose expression became increasingly ugly, gritted his teeth: "But..."
"But I didn't give in. Although I couldn't go against the will of the Holy Son, I didn't stop because of the pain He gave me. On the contrary, I knew very well that the boy did not represent the Holy Religion. He was with me. Everything revealed in this dream cannot even represent the Sun Sect that I know.”
The Lizard King laughed ferociously, because it was difficult to control his strength under paralysis, and he even had blood marks on his hands: "Finally, I found another potential collaborator, one who can control the Holy Son of Fertility, from Dawn denominational young pastor , even though I have never met him, I can feel that he and His Highness from the Sun Sect are not the same person, and I will use him as a breakthrough to force the Holy Sect to jointly accept Guillotine and accept [Evil Eye] Fei Odor, finally..."
He did not continue to speak, but crawled down on the throne tiredly, and slowly closed his fierce eyes, full of hatred, madness and cruelty.
As for Yerma, he knelt on one knee in front of the king who had fallen into suspended animation, his eyes full of regret and piety.
One day, Guillotine will be reduced to ashes, but before that, the great Fyodor Santos will definitely make the whole world tremble. He will use any means and at any cost to prove that he has lived and been here, using the purest His malice and killings have dragged countless people into his idealistic destination that is farthest from the holy realm——
The [living purgatory] that has always accompanied Fyodor in his life.
Chapter 2415: End
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