Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

What have I done?

The answer must be nothing.

If I said that I would like to live no matter who is cornered, I am too stupid and vain to be complacent about this achievement, and I have climbed to the top of the Imperial Kingdom with this as a support, and I have been caught in the heartstrings by the glorious splendour, overcome by desire, and forget about those who sacrificed.

Lalheim, such a bastard is probably not worth your death, your death is really not worth it.

Shilai was still standing in front of Emer, scolding him loudly, spit out of his mouth and scattered on Emer's wound after being whipped by the whip, the burning pain spread all over his body, as if he had been burned by flames, and Emel responded to the unbearable pain with silence, and under the pain, his anger towards himself became more and more intense.

"Everything you have is given to you by me, I have given you power, money and fame, everything to boast about, before you first came to Moreliano, I spread your deeds everywhere and praised them greatly, and when you first came to Moreliano, I called everyone to surround you into the city, but today I know that you have been using me, I am so stupid that I thought you were Zwei's nephew and threw my heart at you, sure enough, there is nothing to believe in this false world. "

Everything is as Slegosus said, even if Emel didn't realize it until then, he did take advantage of him, he was tired of everyone telling him about the Chosen One, and thought that he was incapable of being worthy of great honor by relying on the word Chosen alone, so he used Shree to escape the fate of the Chosen One.

It was only now that he realized that this act of escaping his fate betrayed not only Slay, but also all the people who were born and died with him on the battlefield, especially the girl who saved him twice, Lalheim.

In Emer's mind, Lalheim's image gradually grew taller, his actions shone, and subconsciously, Emer couldn't help but fall in love with the one in his memory, and the phrase 'only you can do it' was enough to cheer him up, although it was far from the extent of regaining confidence, but it could also make him brave to face any difficulties.

"King Faro said that you are the chosen one, and said that no matter how hard I tried, I could not defeat the chosen one, and everything I did was useless, it was really nonsense, and it was just an empty vernacular, which completely destroyed my efforts for so many years, and said that let me assist you, impossible, I will kill you here! and then tell him! The chosen one does not exist at all! I should be the next king of the imperial kingdom!".

"You can't be a king. "

This negation completely broke Slai, and he took out a dagger and put it on Emer's neck, glared at him and threatened, "You have to say it again, I can't, is it possible for you?".

"I can't either. "

After hearing this, Slay removed the dagger, slapped Emel in the face, and then defiantly shook the dagger back and forth in front of Emer, symbolizing that Emer's life was in his hands, but this behavior could only make Emer more angry, he glared at Slai, just one look had an unparalleled sense of oppression, and at the same time, Slai, who was afraid of majesty, collapsed to the ground, as if an invisible flame was burning him, making him extremely tormented.

"I can't even tell what's important at the moment, because of this kind of worthless little thing, how can you become a king!" Emel roared, his whole body began to exert force, and the large and small wounds on his body also began to bleed outward because of the force, and within a few seconds, his whole body became bloody, and this process must be accompanied by severe pain, but Emel didn't seem to feel the pain, he was still exerting, and finally, with the sound of the hemp rope breaking, Emel broke free.

Frightened by such an action, Slay no longer had any courage to try to resist, so he could only tremble and say, "Who are you?"

What Shlay didn't expect was that Emel didn't retaliate for his torture after breaking free, but got down on one knee, put his hands on his shoulders, and said in a persuasive tone: "Have you forgotten what you said to me? You can't be a king now, but you have the qualifications to become a king, and I really think that you are more suitable to be a king than me, so calm down and think about what to do now. "

"You're... What does that mean?".

"I'm convinced, you're telling me the truth, you have perseverance that I can't match, and you, who think you've inherited the legacy of King Naza, are already remarkable when you really want to make a change, not to mention that you, who have been sick since childhood, locked yourself up in such a place in order to keep your sanity, and you haven't even been defeated by natural setbacks, how can you lose your mind because of this kind of thing?"

Slay's heart was touched, he could see that there was no anger in Emer's eyes, and an inexplicable feeling ensued, and Slay could not understand the nature of that feeling, if anything, it was the light, the power that was trying to push him out of this dark dungeon.

"I... It's true... Is he an amazing person?".

"Yes, you're amazing, and I want to respect you from the bottom of my heart. "

Slay could feel that Emel was trying to redeem him from his madness, and he did, and that recognition was the most beautiful word he had ever heard in his life, and in an instant, his natural illness seemed to be cured, and the madness caused by frustration and the emotions left by the illness disappeared, and the moment he returned to his senses, he felt the only truth from this false world, and if he compared it to the sweet fruit eaten after going through hardships and dangers, the bitterness of the ups and downs would be covered by the sweet juice.

"I really don't have the qualifications to be kings, you... Sure enough, it's the chosen one. "

But it was too late, and even if he tasted the fruits, Shlai didn't have the courage to face the ordeal head-on.

Slay pushed Emel away, picked up the knife on the ground and quickly distanced himself, then stood up proudly, the blade close to his neck.

"What are you going to do, calm down, Slay!" Emer said, and rushed forward to stop Slai's suicide.

"Stand there, Emer. "

Shlay stopped Emel with a drink, and he held his head high, even though everyone would scoff at suicide, but he was very proud of his actions at the moment.

"Calm down... Put the knife down..."

"It's not what you think, Emer, I just don't want to be a slave of others, Lester Faro is already looting this city with nothing left at this time, his purpose is to kill me and the king of Faro, I really want to see that guy's expression when he knows that he has been overshadowed by Jenfer Faro", Slay took a deep breath, Emer wanted to take advantage of this time to step forward and take the knife from his hand, but Slay took a few steps back, making him miss the opportunity, and then, Slay said as if relieved, " Watch out for Lester and Jenfer Faro, and... Shree Naza would like to thank you, and I wish you to be a king who will not be ridiculed by future generations!".

With that, Slay slit his throat.

"Slay!".

Emer rushed forward, picked up Slay, and plugged his wound with his clothes, but everything was to no avail, he could only watch, he saw that Slay was determined to die, and he wanted to stop it but could not do anything, so he could only listen to his last words at the last moment.

"Father, I'm going to the end... Still is... Nothing was done. "

At this moment, the sound of iron boots stomping on the floor sounded in the room, and in the next second, the entrance to the dungeon was opened, and a man in armor and armed with a bloody sword slowly walked down the stairs.

"Dead?" said Lester as he slowly stepped down and put away his sword, "Did you do it?" "

Rest's movements and the murderous aura emanating from his body are proving that Slay's last message is right, Emer didn't want to pay attention to Rest, but Slee in his arms had just stopped breathing, Emer wanted to mourn him, but looking at the current situation, Rester would not give him a chance, he could only apologize silently in his heart, and then stood up and played against Rest.

Looking at Emer's eyes at this moment, Reist exclaimed: "Nice expression, the eyes also have majesty and courage, and the last time we met, it was like two people", Lester then glanced at the wounds on Emer's body, deduced his general situation, and continued, "How do you feel now, imprisoned in a gloomy prison, have you ever figured out something?"

Emer wanted to ask most about the catalogue, and Lester said his father's name, knowing that he had a catalogue but that it didn't matter at the moment, so he asked, "What is the situation now?".

"The front line has been defeated, nearly 400,000 people have died, but less than 200 enemies are known to have been destroyed, and the imperial kingdom is gone", as he spoke, Lester drew his sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Slay's corpse, "I will soon kill the king of Faro, and then lead my army to the front, if you are interested, organize a team on your own, and then take the team to the south bank of the imperial kingdom to find me." "

The number of 400,000 is too large, not to mention the number that has only been counted, in just one year, nearly a fifth of the people in the imperial kingdom have died, maybe more.

The sudden news made Emel desperate, as 400,000 soldiers had died in battle while he had been enjoying himself, and he had only heard rumors of the end of the war and was already enjoying a bright future.

Seeing that Emel was speechless, Lester sighed in disappointment, and then pointed the tip of his sword at Emer's face, and after Emel saw that the sword came to his senses, he put away his sword again and said, "You can feel honored, as that man's child, there will soon be a carriage to take you back to Lulu Town, think about it, what to do?".

Without giving Emel the slightest chance to ask questions, Lester turned around with a wave of his hand and stepped up the stairs to leave.

In the cramped, pitch-black dungeon, Rest's final declaration collided infinitely on the walls, striking Emer's heart countless times.

"From tomorrow night, there will be no compromise in this war, no more hypocritical rhetoric, no more people who feel that they can live as long as they are lucky, everyone will have to fight for survival, and no one will be able to escape this wave. "