Invade the white dove

Chapter 127 Breaking Dawn 17

Meanwhile, Lion Castle Dungeon.

Utur and Sotiria confront each other.

At some point, the figure wrapped in the scarlet cloak actually stood within the white line that was absolutely forbidden to cross.

His Excellency the Duke grabbed the prisoner by his collar and forced him to look into his eyes. The black pupil of his right eye was full of stubbornness. It seemed that if he didn't hear the answer he wanted from the prisoner, he planned to spend the rest of his life with him.

After a long while, finally lost to his little prince, Sotiria lowered his head and put his fingertips on Julius's white scar: "It's not yet time, your body...can't bear the awakening The final magical shock. Although your body is strong enough, your soul..."

The soul is broken.

What is the human soul made of?Even he couldn't tell, but Julius's current memory was sealed by Tatos, which was equivalent to forcibly tearing his soul apart.A crippled soul cannot use magic, which will cause irreparable damage to the caster, and it is impossible for him to let Yulis hurt himself.

What's more, the purpose of Julius' trip is to obtain a method of manipulating magic from him and defeat the holy court.

Although Sotiria himself did not have a good impression of the Holy Court or the envoy with ulterior motives, when Julius sobered up, he would definitely regret what he had done.

"I don't care." Utur interrupted him, "Hell has already prepared a seat for my soul, whether it is incomplete or complete. But His Majesty Kyle, his ambition has not been completed, he should not Fall together with Stanislav. Sotiria, you always call me Julius, you say that I am very important to you, can you actually reject my request with such a face?"

Utur raised the kerosene lamp in his hand to the air.

In the blazing yellow firelight, his gray-blue eyes reflected Sotiria's silent smile.

"You want me to tell you how to sacrifice your life to save Stanislav." Sotiria smiled, "You asked me to murder someone I love so much, with this face... Ulysses, how do you dare?"

Sotiria suddenly stretched out his hand and tightly strangled Utur's neck. Even though his face was bloodshot instantly, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his beautiful black eyes hidden in the darkness were covered with mist, he still did not let go.

"I regard you as my descendant, my partner, my lover, but you have escaped from me again and again... Ulysses, my patience with humans is limited, maybe I should have broken your wings long ago... "

With a bang, the kerosene lamp in his hand fell to the ground, and the flames spread across the ground like a snake, burning to the height of half a person in the blink of an eye, casting two tightly intertwined figures on the wall.

Utur clenched Sotiria's hand tightly, trying in vain to break it apart, but in the hypoxic state, he couldn't exert any strength at all, his ears were buzzing, blood stagnated in his head, and his hands But his feet started to go numb, his heart pounded wildly on his chest, clamoring to rush out of his chest.

Boom, boom, he heard the heavy footsteps of Death.

His vision became more and more blurred, and finally even the blue eyes that had been staring at him turned into blurred halos. In the scalded, distorted and rippled air, he seemed to see enough to cover the entire area. The huge canopy of the sky, the branches of the giant tree are stretched out to the extreme, and a blue flame is burning on every green leaf.

He saw a naked man leaning against a thick tree trunk, as if holding a treasure, embracing a sleeping white dove with its head buried in its wings.The man's fingers gently caressed the white dove's body, and finally landed on the white dove's blue fluorescent tail.

"Soteria..." His throat involuntarily rolls out a syllable that is unfamiliar but already familiar enough to be engraved into his soul.

"Miar Ulysses—"

The deep ancient words rang in the ears, and at the same time, the severe pain of being forcibly occupied came, and Utur, who had already been hugged by Sotiria, let out a choked cry of pain, and was utterly opposite to the movement. A soft, affectionate kiss stuck in his throat.

"Mimo Eros, saleveons."

In the cold and damp dungeon, the two closely knit souls are as hot as fire.

**

Ivan, who was secretly guarding outside the dungeon, worried that the Duke would lose his strength and faint, ran away in a panic after seeing this absurd scene.

He didn't understand why the Lord Duke stepped into that line, and he didn't know why Lord Utur refused at first, but then slowly softened in the prisoner's arms.He wanted to scream and call the guards, but His Majesty the King dismissed all the soldiers who were willing to stay in Stani at dusk, and told them to reunite with their families for the last night. Relatives say their final farewells.

In the present Lion Castle, apart from him, I am afraid that only ghosts are wandering outside.

Ivan was running aimlessly. The raindrops were heavy and dense, making the marble floor extremely wet and slippery. He didn't know how many times he fell in the rain, and he didn't know where he went. He was lost in the rainy night. Lost the way, can't find the way back, can't find the way out.

Until he actually ran into a ghost.

Ivan fell to the ground, ignoring the pain in his butt, and stepped back in fear.The ghost was thin and small, dripping wet all over, with strands of long hair scattered in front of his forehead, like an evil ghost seeking his life.After being bumped by him, Ghost's body also swayed, and he turned his head slowly.

"No, don't come here!" Ivan shouted in despair the moment their eyes met.

"You are..." the ghost said coldly, with a high-pitched and crisp voice, like the howling of a demon from hell, "Ivan?"

"No, no..."

Ivan shook his head, and couldn't stop trembling after hearing his name. He cried and begged the ghost to let him go, but the ghost got worse and slammed into him, grabbing his arm .

"Ivan, don't be afraid. I'm Hassan. Are you lost? I'll take you back."

The soft voice that belonged to the boy rang in his ears, and the top of his head was patted lightly. Ivan opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and looked at the "ghost" in front of him: "Hassan... my lord?"

Hassan smiled consolingly: "Can you stand up?"

Ivan felt like he was dreaming, otherwise why on this last night of death, he not only saw the absurd combination of the duke and the prisoner, but also met the chief chamberlain who would smile at him?

This young Chief Steward, since he entered the palace, has always followed His Majesty's side like a ghost, never smiling or speaking.

The palace people were all afraid of him, and the servants all hated him, saying that he finally climbed up to His Majesty's side, but turned his head and forgot the friendship of his companions.

Ivan stood up tremblingly, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the manager, but before he even thought about the words of apology, someone grabbed his wrist again, and the young man's thin hand grabbed him and pulled him Pulled to the arched corridor to hide from the rain.

"I remember you, you are the Duke's servant. Why are you running around on such a rainy night?" Hassan asked him, but he didn't blame him.

"I..." Ivan made up a lie, "I fell asleep and had a nightmare. My lord, what are you doing..."

He was eager to change the subject, but found that he had violated the taboo of "not prying into the privacy of superiors" in the palace. He was about to kneel down, but Hassan held his arm.

"Nightmare..." Hassan sighed, put his hand on top of Ivan's head, and rubbed it gently, "I also had a dream, and I just woke up."

"What, what dream?"

"A dream about secret love and betrayal." Hassan smiled, his brown eyes filled with sadness, "but it's not too late to wake up today. After all, tomorrow, we are all going to die...Ivan , aren't you going to say goodbye to your friends?"

The cold wind swept the raindrops and smashed into the corridor again. Hassan dragged Ivan back a step, and Ivan trembled uncontrollably.

"I..." He lowered his head, "I have no friends, my adoptive parents thought I was old enough, so they sold me to the court..."

The lightning was surrounded by thunder, and suddenly exploded in the sky, as if the palaces in the sky collapsed at this moment.This sound was actually louder than Gamman's brass cannon—if it wasn't for the fact that this cannon called Hellfire was also destroyed in the battle with the enemy, Ivan would have thought that Stanislav was Bombarded by this giant cannon.

Ivan raised his head, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the thick clouds were covered with spider web-like lightning.

When will the next thunderstorm sound?Ivan's heart was trembling disobediently.

Hassan was silent for a moment: "Let's go back."

"Ah?" Ivan turned his head in a daze.

"Let's go back." Hassan took Ivan's hand and repeated patiently.He led Ivan through the corridor and said in a soft voice: "You need to take a hot shower, or you will get sick. There is hot water in my room, and the two of us can just get through this together." Not a long night."

The young man smiled softly, his upturned eyes slightly narrowed, like the crescent moon that Ivan had never seen in the sky in a coloring book.