At night, there was another big commotion in the palace, only because the king issued another order.

Arrest Captain of the Guards Florian.

Upon hearing the news, all the palace guards were stunned. It had only been one day, why was the king so furious?

And what did the captain do to make the king order his arrest?

This doubt gradually became a lingering suspicion in everyone's mind. After searching for a while, the doubts in everyone's mind became heavier and heavier.

But the king would not tell him this question. His face was ashen at the moment, and the lingering smell of rag in his mouth almost made him vomit, and he couldn't help dry heaving several times.

But he couldn't vomit. If something went wrong, everyone would know that the king had been knocked unconscious and had a deep-throat communication with a rag.

It’s only one fucking day!

"If what happened today gets out, I will burn you at the stake like those damned criminals!"

The king's fierce gaze was like that of a wild beast, intimidating the guards who had rescued him.

These guards were extremely regretful. They should have suffocated this bastard to death earlier.

It would be fine if the other party didn't want to reward him for his kindness in saving people, but he didn't expect that he would be in great trouble. Now he can only pray that no one notices that the king has been stuffed with a rag.

"Your Majesty, we promise not to tell anyone, on the honor of the guards!"

The king snorted coldly when he heard this. If he didn't need manpower now, he would definitely not keep these guys.

They are not comparable to the sacrifices in the dungeon. If they die, they die.

"Come with me to the dungeon."

The king looked out the window and found that it was already dark. On a whim he wanted to go and see the important offerings.

By the way, he told them what they were going to face, hoping that their expressions and despair might make him feel better.

.....

Florian hid somewhere in the palace, looking at the guards who were mobilizing to search everywhere. He knew that they were trying to capture him.

He used his identity to send away the guards guarding the archive room and stayed inside for a day.

"Sacrifice, and also offer the Shadowhunter as a sacrifice."

After learning about the king's plan, Florian was not angry. Although he is a Shadow Hunter, it does not mean that he will sympathize with other Shadow Hunters.

It’s enough for him to be the only one standing in the sun!

As for other colleagues, it was normal for some to be killed or injured in the battle with monsters. They would all die anyway, and in his opinion there was no difference between being a sacrifice and being killed by monsters.

As long as he can complete it.

Florian thought so, he didn't realize that his heart had changed. The desires that had been suppressed in his heart for so long grew wildly after he came to this world.

It now dominates his thoughts.

If the king's attendant in the palace had the opportunity to see Florian at this time, he would definitely think that the two men had exactly the same temperament.

But compared to the king, Florian is purer and more gloomy.

He did not choose to temporarily avoid the limelight, but instead found a lone soldier, knocked him down, and stripped off his armor.

After putting it on himself, the armor on his head covered his face, making him unrecognizable, and he immediately joined the search for himself.

He now wanted to continue the ceremony.

After looking through the archives, Florian obtained more secret information.

For example, there is a seal under the kingdom that protects the kingdom and also seals the Demon God of the North. The source of the seal's power is unknown, and the founder is also unknown. The information recording these contents seems to have been deliberately torn off by someone.

Fortunately, Florian didn't care. He knew that the seal protected the kingdom, and if he wanted to perform the sacrifice, he would have to destroy it.

Now the power of the seal is gradually weakening, which must be the work of the king.

However, almost no one knew about this matter. After all, if the people knew what their king had done, he would be tied to the guillotine by the angry people the next day.

......

“Dad, I feel someone calling me.”

Jiang Xun was observing from Linnite's perspective and was currently escaping from prison. Suddenly, Du Lin, who was sleeping on the ground, stood up and spoke.

"Is it Fukaros?"

“Yes, should I respond?”

"Of course. I'm bored after staying here for a few days. Don't you want to go out and stretch your body?"

“I’m a bit k…”

"If you dare to say you're sleepy, get out and wait for me."

“Of course I did!”

Du Lin also changed his words very quickly. He didn't know if it was because he was too bored, but he always felt that Jiang Xun was not in a good mood these days.

"Very good, it's our turn now."

.....

"What a bunch of rubbish, they actually let them get away?!"

The king kicked the guard who was lying on the ground several times. He was almost furious.

First he was knocked unconscious by his subordinates during the day, and now the sacrifice he finally caught has run away!

Is there anything more unfortunate than this?

"Your Majesty, they should not have escaped from the palace yet."

The guard at the side whispered, reminding his master not to give up. After all, if he did so, the people around him would probably suffer.

"Very good, take your men to look for them. If they can't find them, you will die in their place."

The king glanced at the guard and then spoke in a cold voice.

The guard felt cold all over when he heard the news. He wanted to slap himself a few times. Why did he say so much? !

But he didn't dare delay now, as he was racing against death. If he found them, he could live. If he couldn't find them, he might have to consider joining them.

As for the honor of the guards mentioned before, what kind of honor do you want when your life is about to be lost? !

The king watched the few people leave coldly, then turned and walked towards the bottom of the prison. As if he sensed someone coming, a fire suddenly lit up in the dark passage.

The king came to an altar and looked at the altar that smelled of blood. He was silent for a moment and took out a bag of black powder wrapped in paper towel from his body.

He lightly pinched a little black powder with his fingers and sprinkled it towards the container filled with red liquid in the center of the altar.

The moment the powder came into contact with the black liquid, the originally calm liquid began to move.

Then it began to bubble like boiling water.

The king's eyes became more and more crazy. He wanted to start the sacrifice right away. The sacrifice was originally scheduled for a few days later, but now it had to start early because the sacrifice had run away.

He planned to expand the scope to the entire palace. Since he couldn't find anyone, he would stop looking and let everyone in the palace stay here.

As the difficult and mysterious spell was slowly recited, the black and red array pattern expanded outward with the altar as the center, expanding faster and faster, instantly covering the entire palace.

Everyone in the palace, including the bounty hunters hiding from the guards, looked curiously at the strange patterns that suddenly appeared under their feet.

The next moment, black shadows gathered in the lines, and then dark monsters were born from them.

The sacrifice begins!

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