[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 32

It was late at night, the bright meniscus hung in the night sky, countless fine shattered stars shining, and all stars arched the moon.

In the valley of the deep mountain, on a piece of earth, there are rugged black stones, which are made of natural or artificially polished, with different shapes, and a dark black and blue luster under the moonlight.

Most of these black stones have dense holes. When the night breeze passes by, they let them whine incessantly. Among the piles of black rocks, the light and shadow of nothingness are intertwined, as if there are some invisible monsters lurking in the darkness, struggling to come out, it is creepy.

The bonfire is burning.

The huge red flame that was as big as a house burned in the dark night, spitting clusters of gorgeous tongues into the night sky.

At the foot of the crimson flame is a large piece of black and blue slate.

The hundreds of square meters of dark blue stone slabs spread out on the ground, which is an irregular circle.

There are countless lines engraved on the stone slab, which are obviously all carved by humans. The lines are exquisite without any error. The engraved lines that meandered the whole black blue stone slab, like patterns, patterns, and runes, with an unspeakable mysterious atmosphere, when looked deeply, somehow like the whole soul will be sucked in Feeling of horror.

The lines carved on the black and blue stone slab should have the same color as the stone slab, but in the reflection of the fire light, the edges of those lines all reveal a little blood red color.

That's the blood that stained the blood for a long time.

The looming blood color under the fire light made this dark blue stone slate more and more revealing the dark atmosphere of the soul.

At this moment, it is like a greedy monster from the dark abyss, with its mouth wide open, and it will never satisfy the blood and soul it desires.

The black robe stood quietly before the campfire, and the blazing fire reflected on his body, but strangely unable to drive away the shadow on his body.

His face has been hidden in darkness, and no one can peep into his appearance.

He stood by the campfire with his hands down, motionless, like a black slate erected around the campfire, and he could not feel a breath of life from him.

When the fanatics came from a distance and sent the sacrifice he had fought for, the black robe had finally moved.

He turned his head and looked in that direction.

The face hidden under the hood of the robe was unclear, but the turbulent air could feel his eyes hot at this moment.

A wicker soft seat was carried by four believers and slowly walked towards the altar.

The young children sat quietly in it.

In the dark night, the child's pale blonde hair and snow-white skin were exceptionally conspicuous, and they seemed to glow slightly under the firelight.

Because he had just been forced into the lake to clean himself, the pale blonde hair that hung on the cheeks was still a bit wet, and occasionally a little water droplets dripped on Gallan's cheeks.

The dust and dirt stained during the escape have also been washed away, revealing pure skin.

The female believers who were responsible for cleaning him cleaned him and changed his clothes. The clothes that had been worn out in the past few days were thrown away. He is now wearing the same black as these believers. Blue clothes.