[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 2

You failed again.

It was as quiet as a place where time stopped, and a voice suddenly sounded. The tone was extremely indifferent, without any ups and downs, and no emotion could be heard.

The voice didn't come from a place, but from all sides of the place, from the air, from the ground, everywhere together, making people unclear.

Sitting on the broken stone steps with his legs crossed, Garlan raised his head with his hands holding his head, and his soft, light blonde short hair had been messed up by his ten fingers inserted in his hair, and scattered scattered on his forehead.

Hearing this sound, he sighed for a long time, his face was helpless.

Yes, he failed again.

Just this sentence, plus this time, he has listened to it four times. Thinking of the first time he confidently patted himself with his chest and promised to get it done, he wished to wear it back to give him a slap at the time-who gave you the confidence in the end-he wanted to point at himself at that time and scolded himself.

Garlan stood up, and he turned around, glancing across the gray altar behind him, his heart suddenly jumping. It was still the familiar altar, but it was already quite different from what he saw for the first time. Although there were many small cracks on the altar at the beginning, it was not serious. Instead, it made the altar look more ancient and vicissitudes.

But at this moment, four deep cracks were chopped on it, especially the one that just appeared that almost split it into two halves, making it look like it would be torn apart in the next second, and it became a useless gravel.

——You have five chances to come back——

What the voice once said sounded in the ear of the teenager again, and he subconsciously clenched his fist.

Five times.

Only five times.

Now, there is only one last time.

If it fails again this time, then

Garlan took a deep breath, dispelling the terrible consequences from his mind and calming himself down. At first, he just regarded the so-called mission of fulfilling destiny as a game that can be repeated repeatedly. After two deaths, he began to get nervous. However, the third time and the fourth time, he had worked very hard, even said he was desperately doing it, and he was still defeated by that man.

That man was too scary, almost flawless.

In any way, that person is absolutely crushing him.

Even now, Garlan couldn't figure out what he had to do to win the terrible guy.

The guy started with no mercy.

But Garlan had no complaints.

After all, even if the brothers are fighting for the throne, they will turn their faces, not to mention that he has nothing to do with turning over the eight generations of his ancestors.

He was established as a younger brother, and although he had no direct royal blood, he had the right to inherit the throne in name.

Although Huimos was not established as a younger brother, his maternal grandmother had the direct blood of the royal family, so he also had the right to inherit the throne.

It's just that the succession rights of Huimos are lower than that of himself in the name of Wang Di.

Therefore, only by killing himself can Huimos sit on the throne.

"Is your so-called gods really wrong?"

He couldn't help asking.

"The Son of Destiny is really me, isn't that the guy from Huimos?"