Chapter 18

Go, go, go.

The white bones collide with each other, and the creepy voice has a cheerful rhythm. The blue mist is rising and sweeping in the cold moonlight, and the black shadow in the fog shows the outline of the carriage.

How could there be a carriage?

What kind of carriage can run so smoothly in this bush? Did they see the phantom of terror? In this night that seems to be cursed! The Knights of the oath clenched their swords, and their loyalty was worthy of a rose badge from the king. They trembled for the terrible change, but did not flinch.

"Let's talk about the sad story of the death of the emperor, my dear." [1]

the first-class singing comes out from the increasingly dense fog, each pronunciation is clear, so elegant, so impeccable. But it is full of unspeakable evil and absurdity, just like a strange poisonous snake spitting out its letter, showing its fangs, revealing three parts of banter and seven parts of coldness.

It's like the impending death of the emperor is a great show.

The shadow of the carriage became clear, and some of the oath riders could not help groaning feebly -

Lord! What kind of carriage is that?!

Little by little, the fire of sulfur splashed around the carriage. The shadowy monster could not see clearly was pulling the huge pale carriage. It seems that they are not passing through the real world, but running in a different degree overlapped with the material world, directly passing through the huge dark wood with thousands of years.

"Some were dethroned, some died in the war,

some were haunted by their dethroned ghosts,

some were poisoned by their wives, some were killed in their sleep,

all of them were killed -" [2]

in the ancient opera, the poisonous snake in the night raised its head.

The sound of the wheels rolling forward is like thunder rolling. The skeletons are laughing. The nightmares come from hell. In the dark, countless night owls roar up into the sky, and their wings are dotted with cold night.

The carriage leaped out from the black wood and the Bush, and suddenly stood still in this small space in the sound of owls' wings and nightmares' low voice. The fire of sulfur fell on the dark green moss. The blue fog rose from both sides, and the pledge Knights saw clearly every delicate white bone of the pale carriage, every faint blue ghost fire, and every coiled red rose in full bloom.

The beautiful hell guest in black dress sits in the driver's seat of the carriage. It is he who makes the ancient opera reappear in the world.

His voice suddenly turned, became very low, became like a snake in the deadly attack before the whisper.

"- because death has established its court in the empty crown that binds the king's temples [3]

the singing stopped, and the Knight Commander launched an attack on the hell guests he had never faced. His silver armor was plated with the glory of moonlight. The rest of the pledge knights, led by him, roared together and waved swords at uninvited guests.

The devil, with his hat on and his face in the shadow, did not move.

The nightmares who were pulling the white bone carriage wagged their tails impatiently. The cold black fog floated out. In vain, the Knights fell down one by one and were pulled into the deepest nightmare.

The devil jumped out of the carriage. He walked briskly past the oath knights on the ground. He didn't pay any attention to them. The devil came to his unconscious little king and took off his hat.

"I have come to meet you, your majesty."

The devil bowed deeply to the young king who was covered by the cold moon.

He's so elegant, so polite, even though he's singing the most horrible and weird opera, and he's riding a white bone carriage driven by nightmares.

The scarlet rose was still on the devil's button, and he took a few roses from the thorns of the rose that wound around the carriage, holding them in his hand like a funeral man holding a bunch of white roses. For the king, who is covered by the cold moonlight, lies in silence on the dark green mossy ground, his eyes closed.

The young king's sharp blue eyes were no longer open.

The moon god is sentimentally attached to the child. He presents a strange beauty in the moonlight. The cold, violent and sharp things temporarily faded from the king. He closed his eyes like a perfect son, delicate and holy. It's not too much to say that he is the incarnation of a saint in the world - if not those drops of blood.

The king's eyes and cheeks were red with deep red, frozen blood.

There are only a few scattered points, just like the pious religious painter who suddenly degenerates after carving out the most perfect son, and heavily falls the evil, crazy, cursed blood and tears to the perfect face.

Thus, heaven and hell, holy and bloody, merged into one in the king's body.

The devil walked slowly around the king, constantly tearing down the soft petals of the rose, just like the priest did when he sent the dead to sleep in the grave, and spilling those blood red petals on the king.

He's here to happily prepare for the king's funeral.Death is with the king.

And for the devil, this can be really good, but he has been waiting for this day for more than ten years. When the king's breath stops completely and his life passes away from him, he will welcome the king to another country.

When the king of the world closes his eyes, the king of hell will open them.

"Leave with me, my dear majesty."

The last rose petal fell, and the devil sat on the ground beside the king. He changed a golden harp out of thin air, and his long pale hand played with the ancient strings at will, making a pleasant sound. He lowered his voice and whispered in the king's ear, like a serpent luring the first man to swallow the red fruit of sin.

The cold moonlight covered the king.

"Come with me, your majesty."

The devil whispered a sweet promise.

"The long river of red gold flows on the dark earth. It is wealth that falls into darkness through the hands of greed. The most beautiful diamond, the most flawless white wall, the most gorgeous Jinhe That's all you have. "

Crow quietly fell on the branches, with dark red eyes waiting for new corpses.

"There is also a country where the naughty little guys are strange, but I promise you they will be the most obedient servants in the world. If you like, you can fly on the keel in the sky, even the Lord of the abyss will not refuse your visit. "

The cold enveloped the king, his pulse gradually became slow, his breathing was slighter than that of the kitten, and the last bit of blood on his lips disappeared.

The voice of the devil is gentle and gentle. If he wants to, he must be an unstoppable persuader in the world.

Even an angel is cheated into hell by him.

Now, no doubt, he has put all his skills out. He wants to lure the young king to give up his tenacity and let death devour him.

"Look..."

He gave a slight, deep sneer in the king's ear.

"Your father betrayed you - he sold you to the Holy See and then to the devil, your subjects betrayed you, and your so-called relatives longed for your early death. On either side, people are trying to make you die. "

"No one wants you to survive at all."

"Are you not so clear?"

…………

No one wants you to survive.

Cursed words come from far, far away.

The king stood in the fog, his head raised without expression. The sky was gray, and the surrounding was gray. There were many vague figures hidden in the fog.

He felt vaguely as if he had forgotten a lot of things.

What is this place? Dream.

The king went on.

The left and right shadows move with him, like maggots of tarsals. The red fire was close to the ground, burning behind him like a snake, trying to devour him. The fog stretched out countless hands, dry and pale. Those hands seized the king and dragged him down.

You see, on either side, people are trying to make you die.

The murmuring, ghostly voice crept into his mind.

The red fire surged up and devoured the king. Boiling, blazing, burning the soul. Blood rolled down from the forehead and eyes. He closed his eyes tightly.

It's falling.

Come to another country that really belongs to you?

The golden lake of fire, the black earth, the tame and loyal servants, all the wealth of heaven and earth The magnificent and luxurious picture unfolded in the king's mind, where all beings were waiting for him with joy.

Please leave with me.

The voice was filled with suppressed joy.

A slender hand stretched out from the thick fog to the falling king. It was as white as a cage of light.

Waiting for him to reach out.

The king slowly stretched out his hand, and the voice stopped, as if suppressing ecstasy.

"No

The king suddenly opened his eyes in the fire. The blood fell from the corner of his eyes and fell into the thick fire. Ice blue eyes are as cold as a long knife quenched by ice water.

"Get out of here."

He opened his arms and let the red fire devour him.

The pale hand hung empty above.

…………

In the forest.

The king's breath was short, and his pale cheek was flushed with an abnormal flush. Death and life fought fiercely over him.

Zheng -

with a gloomy face, the devil put down the harp whose strings were all broken in an instant.

A haze hung over his face.

His dark eyes gazed at the king, gasping but still in a coma."All right."

Said the devil in a compromising tone.

"I'm sorry, you can't expect a devil to keep the contract, can you?"

He stretched out his elegant and slender hands and brushed the king's pale cheeks. The blood stained the devil's hands.

He's going to take the king directly.

There was a smile on the devil's lips.

However, at the next moment, the bright and holy light surged up, just like ice suddenly touched the fire. The devil jumped up and threw off the holy fire.

"Secret baptism! Those damned churches

The devil is furious.

The church once held a grand baptism for the king in St. Westminster's Cathedral. On the day of the king's coronation, representatives of the Pope came across the abyss channel and poured out holy ointment from the Golden Eagle shaped bottle and smeared it on the king's chest, back, head, shoulders, elbows and palms.

It became the king's refuge at the moment.

The King opened his eyes.

"Go away, devil."

He said.

The author has something to say: the devil: about it!

King: go away!

[1] [2] [3] from Shakespeare's Richard II