Invade the white dove

Chapter 129 Breaking Dawn 19

In the main hall of the Lion Castle, on the balcony of the king's bedroom, Kyle leaned on the recliner, admiring the sunset of Stanislavia.

18 years, oh no, by tomorrow, it will be 19 years. In 19 years, he saw the real sunset for the first time, without bars or magic barriers.

The oval, reddish-orange fireball.

He could even feel the warmth of the setting sun with his fingertips.

In the crystal ball, black undead have filled all the streets. They are like pervasive sludge, staining Stani's stone path red with putrid smell and blood.All the Garmans who died under their swords also became companions of the undead under the brighter and brighter holy light, roaring, step by step pressing towards the Lion Castle standing halfway up the mountain.

Kyle closed his eyes slightly, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and leisurely rocked the recliner, enjoying the rare tranquility in Lion Castle.

The keel dagger, which had sucked the blood of the devil, twirled in his hand, flashing a cold white light.

The door was pushed open amidst the creaking sound, and the crisp rattling sound instantly disturbed the silence of the bedroom, but His Majesty the King just tilted his head, and his ears moved slightly, "Ah—" said: "My lord, I Utur, here you come."

Kyle's voice was very light, and there was no resentment or depression in defeat at all. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows at the person who came, and poked the tip of the bone dagger at the crystal ball on the round table under his feet: "Hundreds of thousands of undead , It took thirteen hours to wipe out the remaining population of less than 4 in the city. The Gamans are indeed invincible."

Utur walked up to Kyle silently.

"You don't seem happy." Kyle raised his head, his emerald eyes only glanced at the Duke's face, and immediately stood up, stroking the scar on the corner of Utur's mouth, "Who were you with last night?"

Utur's eyes dodged, but before he could answer, there was another sound of footsteps.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I... went to find the Duke last night." It was Hassan who came in, and the boy put on the tulle dress exclusive to the servant boy again, revealing his slender body without a doubt.

Kyle nodded, lowered his eyes, and rubbed his thumb on the blood groove of the bone dagger for a moment: "Tato..."

His voice trembled strangely when he said this syllable, Kyle laughed, coughed hard, and coughed out the trembling in his voice: "Ta...Tato...damn it, that demon The control over you, with his disappearance, will also be invalid. Hassan, is the way to ask Utur for forgiveness to please him with your body?"

Hassan knelt at Kyle's feet, silent.

Outside several red walls, the gate of the Lion Castle has been breached long ago, and the palace people were dragged out from the cellar, the kitchen, and under the bed, some were hacked to death on the spot, and some were dragged to the corner to be humiliated. On the ground, there is a strange silence.

"Your Majesty, let's surrender, maybe there is still a way to survive." Looking at the terrifying scene in the crystal ball, Utur took a long breath and persuaded.

"A way to live? What is a way to live? They took off their crowns, stripped off their clothes, and rushed them to the street, letting them throw grape skins and banana skins on my face, and pour shit and urine on me, in the eyes of fanatic believers. Amidst the laughter, admit loudly that I am a sinner?" Kyle gripped the handle of the bone dagger, and savagely poked at the white pear with water droplets in the fruit plate, "Maybe they will pretend to forgive me for this in the name of God. 'Sinner', exile me to an island full of orangutans..."

"I'm indeed alive." Kelton paused, "But what's the point? Their false gods will be sought after by more people because of this so-called tolerance, and I will become a person who challenges the gods in the future generations. madman."

"Your Majesty, God of God..."

"That's a false god!" Kyle interrupted him bluntly, his chest rose and fell quickly, and he stared at Utur, as if he wanted to get angry with him, but his right hand holding the bone dagger froze in the air for a long time, and finally he didn't give up. His Excellency slapped Hassan away, "Don't ever mention that damned name in front of me. It's his so-called prophecy... Utur, I thought you could understand me."

Utur remained silent, he lowered his head fiercely, the broken hair on his forehead covered the shining blue water-colored left eye.

"Ah, everyone is here." Kyle glanced at the crystal ball, and immediately raised his tone. He turned the bone dagger a few times in his hand, and finally pointed the tip at himself, "Look, Utur, I I want you to know that in this world, there is no bullshit savior, only sin..."

The moment Kyle swung the knife, a golden light flashed in the emerald eyes, and at the same time, the forest white bone dagger was immediately covered by thick black ink.

Utur instantly remembered that on the day when the city of Xisar was broken, Duke Duke was shot by his bow and arrow, and the golden light burst from his body.

That almost destructive light.

If, at this moment, the lights on Stanislav...

He finally knew Kyle's last support, and finally understood why the always conceited young emperor accepted his "failure" so frankly.

No, he didn't fail.

Kyle Mulder, the last member of the Conqueror Lion family, wanted to use his own death to ignite the last bit of magic in his family's crazy blood and "purify" everything.

If Kyle succeeds in summoning the magic...

I am sorry.

He thought to himself.

At the same time, a scarlet light, like a needle piercing a bubble, silently cut off Kyle's last desperate attempt.

On the chest of the last king of the Garman Empire, a bright red rose bloomed.

The bone dagger slipped from his hand, and blood gushed out of the opening in his chest. Looking at the person facing him with a sword in front of him, Kyle seemed unbelievable, but also seemed to have expected it.

"Utur..." He fell to the ground, looking up at the young man with curly red hair, "Utur..."

Hassan, who was lying on the side, crawled over silently and hugged Kyle in his arms. The boy wept silently. For the first time, he dared to kiss His Majesty the king's forehead.

The only figure standing on the terrace no longer wanted to look at it.

"Your Majesty, I am Julius Kleis." He stared at the blood dripping from the long sword and said hoarsely.

"Utur." As if he didn't hear, Kyle struggled to stand up persistently, and muttered with a smile, "I should have thought of it, Tato... If he is dead, his control over you will also be invalid."

A pool of blood quickly formed under Kyle's feet. His body was crumbling due to excessive blood loss, but he still stubbornly wanted to stand up straight. Finally, with Hassan's support, Kyle put his back against the marble railing.

The black-red demon power quickly spread, and Kyle didn't try to grasp the power he had obtained by doing everything possible.

"If it's your choice, you... well done." He gasped, or maybe smiled.

Julius backed away slowly.

Bloody smell spread in his mouth.

He turned his head stiffly, not wanting to look at Kyle's lifeless eyes again.

Those crazy eyes that he once hated so much that he wanted to dig them out in his dreams and sacrifice them in front of his father's grave.

Hassan cried suddenly.

"His Majesty!"

Then there was the dull sound of something falling to the ground.

one sound.

But Julius had not had time to turn around.

then.

Again.

Julius lowered his head.

His thumb rubbed fiercely on the ruby ​​inlaid on the rusty sword hilt. It seemed that only pain could keep him from thinking about what he had done.

But he soon discovered that the once rusty sword of his contract had faded from the rust at some point, and the sword body was as white as snow, reflecting his pale face.

——Falling White Dove Breaking Dawn——