Invade the white dove

Chapter 114 Breaking Dawn 4

The stone steps are wet and slippery, and there will be a sticky touch when stepping on them. When lifting the feet, the soles of the shoes will be stuck by the moss and wet blood on the stone steps. It takes a lot of effort to lift the shoes .

Then take another step.

After repeating such boring and disgusting actions for countless times, His Majesty the King in front of him finally stopped, and the candles on the stone wall were lit, illuminating the airtight cell.

"Come and meet our old friend, dear Utur." The young king raised his right hand and patted him on the shoulder.

Utur raised his head, stepped forward with his left foot, and stood with Kyle.

Three steps away from them, in the shadows where the candlelight couldn't reach, there was a person sitting kneeling.

The man seemed unconscious at first, but struggled to his feet immediately after they arrived.The chains that fastened loosely around his arms rattled, and almost in the blink of an eye the prisoner was rushing in front of them.

But his footsteps suddenly stopped after stepping on the white line on the ground. The gears creaked and the iron chain was instantly stretched. It started to slip, fell to the ground with a bang, and was dragged back to the original place inch by inch by the iron chain.

Kyle let out a chuckle.

"I admit that I lied to you, Utur—I promised to show you all the landmarks of Stanislav, the Temple of Hell, the Colosseum, the Red Brick Tavern, the Underground Casino, the Merry House... But, the Dungeon It is also an indispensable building in a city, where the most shady crimes in the entire city are held: killing, robbery, rape, theft, and, betrayal..."

Kyle raised his finger to the prisoner in the corner. After that person returned to his original position, the iron chain slowly relaxed, and the person in the shadow also stood up staggeringly, staggered, and walked towards them again.

"This man betrayed the empire and me." Kyle continued, "Utur, my dear Duke, what do you think I should do with him?"

Utur followed Kyle's fingers and looked at the figure who was dragged back by the chain and struggled to climb towards them for the third time.

I have to admit that this prisoner has the most handsome appearance that Utur has ever seen: long silver-gray hair, and ice-blue eyes as gentle as the sea. Trembling in control.And under the linen prison clothes, the muscle lines of the exposed arms and calves are several times smoother and more elegant than the most proud works of the most famous sculpture artist in the empire.

Rather than being a prisoner, this man is more like a god in trouble...

Utur's heart was bitten by a bee.

"It's too smelly here, it's not suitable for you to come here." He frowned and waved his hand, trying in vain to get rid of the inexplicable sour feeling in his heart, and also fanned away the stench in the dungeon: "Traitors should Hang it, Your Majesty, just hand it over to the executive officer, you don't need to worry about this kind of person."

It was a male voice as sweet as a mountain stream, but he spoke the most indifferent words.

At the sound of his voice, the prisoners, who were crawling toward them stubbornly, seemed to pause.

"Hmm..." Kyle shook his head in embarrassment, "He's...a wizard with magic skills, and it's hard to kill."

"Fire torture." Utur continued, "I heard that what these wizards are most afraid of is fire. They tied him to a wooden post and burned him to death. Let Stanley's enemies watch. You will end up right."

"Fire can't kill me, Miar Ulysses." The prisoner who was dragged back to the original place laughed softly, and the chains rattled, and he walked towards them without knowing what to do.

Utur frowned even tighter.

"Where is the guard, tie him up!" He turned his head and ordered.

Following his command, the speed of the gears was instantly accelerated, and the chain was tightened immediately, locking the prisoner firmly to the wall behind him.

"Don't be angry, Utur, isn't it interesting to watch him come to us again and again, and be dragged back again and again?" Kyle pinched his shoulder and looked up at him.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty." Utur put his right fist on his chest, "He's too dirty, I'm afraid he will touch you."

Kyle laughed and shook his head: "No, as long as we stand outside this line, he will never touch it. This is the most wonderful design of Stanley Dungeon, you see..."

Kyle raised his left hand.

The muffled sound of "Boom" and "Boom" resounded in the narrow space, the broken stones rolled down from the top, and the ground under the two people's feet kept trembling. Just when Utur thought there was an earthquake and wanted to take Kyle away , the wall behind him to the left suddenly collapsed.

Next, the rear right.

Diagonally forward.

Countless dungeons with the same structure were presented in front of him from an incredible angle.The desperate hoarse roar of the prisoner filled his ears in an instant.

"Look." Kyle pointed to a dungeon where female prisoners were kept. Behind the white line representing "safety", there was a small ball of swaddling clothes, and the baby's pink hands were waving in the air.The female prisoner struggled to rush to the baby, but the moment her fingertips were about to touch the baby, she was dragged back mercilessly by the chain.

"That's her baby."

Kyle explained, and casually pointed to a man with a big belly, and in front of him was a pile of gold.The gold radiated charming light under the sunlight, and the man's eyes also shone greedily, but his stubby fingers like radish sticks were always a slap away from the gold coin.

Kyle made a regretful "tsk tsk" sound, and walked towards a little boy who was trying his best to reach for dry bread.To Utur's surprise, the child's fingertips touched the edge of the bread.

The bread was touched by the boy, it shook from side to side, and turned to the little boy's position.

At the same time, the boy was dragged back to the spot, but he immediately ran forward again.

Utur could even see the smile on the boy's dirty face.

But just as the boy was grabbing the bread, a shiny black leather boot stepped on it, with the boy's hand attached.

The gears froze immediately.

Kyle turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Utur: "Look, if you cross the line, they will be able to touch it."

The boy was still struggling, and vicious curses spit out from his mouth, Utur frowned impatiently, the scarlet sword flashed, and the boy with the broken hand screamed, and passed out directly.

The gears rotated again, the iron chain slowly retracted, and a bright red blood trail was dragged on the ground.

"I thought your goal was his throat, 'Throat Cutter' Utur." Kyle raised his foot, kicked the bread behind the white line with the tip of his shoe, and observed the severed hand.

The incision is even, and the fracture is just where the heel of the palm connects to the wrist bone. It is really an exquisite and strange sword technique.

"Death is relief, Your Majesty." After wiping off the blood on the rusty sword and retracting the scabbard with one hand, Utur shrugged innocently, "I can see that this is the purgatory you carefully created for these prisoners. Let It's the scariest thing for them to live."

"Sure enough, you are the only one who understands me best, my dear Duke." Kyle raised his hand, and the cages that appeared out of thin air disappeared immediately, and the two stood in their original positions again.

The prisoners tied to the wall made an unpleasant noise when they saw their figures appear: "Ulysses, you are controlled by magic. Don't be afraid, I am here. Jerveirsoteria, vonjierSoteria."

The awkward syllables, like the short shouts suppressed from the throat of an ancient priest when he prayed for blessings from the gods, mixed with strange tremors, buzzed in Utur's brain.

"Miar Ulysses..."

"Mimo Lange..."

Utur shook his head, trying to shake the voice out of his brain, but his chest suddenly hurt, as if a needle had been pierced into his heart, his eyes darkened, and he knelt on the ground.

"Ulysses!" The muffled call finally stopped and turned into a furious roar, "Kyle, what did you do to him!"

"Let him see his situation clearly. Sotiria, don't be afraid, I love him very much, and I won't hurt him like you." Kyle lifted Utur and let his head rest on his shoulder, " You, the Holy Court, and even his own father are using him. I let him see your ugly true colors. In the Black Marsh Continent, only I love him wholeheartedly, not for possession or use. "

"On the contrary, you, Sotiria, you make me very curious."

Kyle waved his hand, and a liquid like ink gushed out from the ground, and the figure of the demon Tatos flashed, he pushed "Utur" into the arms of the demon, and continued, "The old God Covenant never said anything about 'Suo' You are not a demon, nor an elf, and obviously you are not a human. But your magic makes even Tatos afraid, and your strength is enough to support you from the Tir Ice Field without a contract. Hurry back to Stanley. What the hell are you...?"

Sotiria ignored him, his eyes followed closely the demon's embrace, the lover that should belong to him.

The devil pressed a hand on top of his head, and he immediately sighed softly, his body stretched limply, and his face was no longer pale.

"If I guess wrong, you can correct me in time." Kyle didn't care about Sotiria's ignorance of him, "The word 'Lange' is not an ancient language, but derived from the oldest sacrificial prayer, I can't remember the mantra, but it should be something like 'God, please give me an eternal companion, I will dedicate my soul to it, and I will never leave it'. Lange - the companion blessed by destiny. My Utur , is your partner? However, I know from Utur’s memory that he is the son of fate dedicated to Aphipos by the stupid Fino Kles by accident.”

The corner of Kyle's mouth raised triumphantly: "Even if the patron saint of the old world is about to die, how dare you creatures born of magic dare to rob lovers with Apophis? So there is only one answer, Sotiria, you are... ..."

"I feel that the chain of the contract has been weakened. Tatos, after ten days, you will be free again." Sotiria said suddenly, who was silent.

The air froze for a moment, and even Kyle's smile on the corner of his mouth became stiff.

"Don't try to provoke the relationship between me and His Majesty." Tatos said in a low voice, holding Utur by the back of the neck, and lifted him in the air, "You will regret it."

Utur's face flushed red, but he didn't struggle, like a doll at the mercy of others.

Tatos laughed mischievously: "He is very obedient, even when he was under His Majesty..."

"Shut up, Tatos!" This time it was Kyle's turn to stop listening, "Do you think I only have such low-level desires in my mind like you?"

Tatos shrugged.

"Ten years ago, Apophis fell into the trap of old Fino." Kyle said, "Ten years later, Sotiria was imprisoned in Stani's cage. You are really an infatuated species."

Sotiria fell silent again.

"No, it's impossible." On the contrary, the demon was the first to break the brief embarrassment, "Apophis has no form, he will never show his true colors in front of any race. Sotiria, no, Sabol's face, Obviously it is the elf I am familiar with who inherited the power of love..."

"Shut up, Tatos." Kyle said to the demon for the second time, "You are a complete idiot, when you mention the old world, you lose the most basic judgment like a bear..."

Kyle cursed in a low voice, but didn't notice the panic that flashed in the demon's eyes.

"AlAmio..." the demon murmured unconsciously.

Sotiria raised his head, his sapphire blue eyes were as calm as the sea.

"Strengthen the magic seal here, strengthen the chains. Without my order, no one can come in." Kyle said suddenly, "Trying everything, I want to know what kind of means old Fino used to trap the Protoss." So long underground. Tatos..."

The demon whose name was called came back to his senses.

"You are not allowed to come in again, you know?" Kyle asked word by word.

The demon froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Speak, I need your promise." Kyle said, "Use words."

Bound by the Spirit of Words, the swearer will be cursed most horribly if he breaks his oath.

The demon looked at Sotiria again, with his right hand fisted against his chest, and he knelt on the cold floor tiles on one knee: "Your Majesty, I swear to you..."

"Your Majesty!" A sharp voice interrupted Tatos's next words, followed by a figure running in like a wind.

"Queen, the queen has fainted!" It was the little boy next to Dolly, the court steward.

"Go to the imperial doctor." Kyle kicked him away impatiently.

"The doctor came here, they said, they said..." The boy stammered, looking at the king, just about to put on a happy smile, but when he saw the impatient prime minister, he immediately drooped his face .

This news is good news for the empire, but the demon prime minister will definitely be furious.It is very likely that he, the palace man who delivered the letter, will be unlucky at that time.It wasn't until this time that Xiao Tong realized why no one came forward to tell His Majesty the King after learning the news.

"Speak quickly!" Kyle urged impatiently.

The little boy trembled, closed his eyes, and finally told the news——

"The queen is pregnant!"