"Shabaja, look at you, why did you come back, don't you know that everyone in the family is waiting for you to eat? What are you doing there? Come and sit down to eat, my younger brothers and sisters are already hungry in order to wait for you, hurry up." ”

Shabaja looked up and followed the voice, and he saw a face that he often saw in his dreams, so beautiful and kind, although with a slight anger, but there was more of a complaint in his eyes.

Glancing around again, Shabaja saw a familiar environment, a simple tent, a group of people sitting around a roaring fire pit, each with a simple face on their faces, sitting there as if waiting for themselves.

In front of everyone, there are silver utensils, which are not very rich, but look like they have a strong taste of home.

Even Shabaja himself did not know how many times he had appeared in his dreams, and he hoped that he could return to his long-lost tent and sit with his family in front of the fire pit again, and enjoy such a small but very warm family feast.

"Oh, Shabaja, what are you doing there? Come here, sit down, don't you see that everyone is waiting for you?"

I heard my mother's complaint again, followed by two immature voices: "Brother, brother, come and sit down, today my mother made us delicious finger meat." ”

Shabaja finally came to his senses, tears had come out of his eyes, he didn't know if the vision in front of him was a dream, but in his heart, even if the one in front of him was a dream, he hoped that this dream would never wake up, and with tears in his eyes, he raised his feet and wanted to walk over.

But suddenly, a voice came from behind him: "Stop, Sabaja, what are you doing?

Almost instantly, Shabaja suddenly came to his senses and listened to the familiar voice behind him. He suddenly remembered his situation, and when he looked at the scene in front of him again, his eyes were unnaturally confused and confused, and his raised feet were put back in place.

But it seemed that when he saw Shabaja put his feet down, the voice in the tent remembered again: "Shabaja, what are you doing? What is going on today? ”

This time, Shabaja, who had calmed down, did not pay attention to the call of the voice that had not been heard for a long time, but stood motionless, tears streaming down his cheeks.

At the same time, Shabaja's hand grasped the hilt of the sword, took a deep breath and said, "I don't know who you are, but you can know the vision of my heart's desire." I have to admit that you are really strong, but alas, you made a fatal mistake, Sabaja is not my name, and my mother will not call me that. ”

At this, Shabaja's tears could no longer be stopped, and they burst out of his eyes, and two lines of tears soaked his cheeks.

At the same time, Shabaja pulled out the scimitar in his hand. In an instant, the scimitar rose into flames, and the scimitar changed from a short knife to a long blade.

Seeing Shabaja pull out his scimitar and hold the flaming scimitar in his hand, everyone in the room screamed in horror.

The woman who beckoned Shabaja to come in and eat. In a panic, he said to Shabaja, "My dear son, you, what's wrong with you? Kill your younger siblings?"

The woman suddenly knelt down and prayed, "God, save us, for our son has been possessed by demons." Ask you to exorcise the demon from his body. ”

Listening to the other party's prayer, Saba Ja suddenly froze, and vaguely recalled the scene from a long time ago in his mind.

At that time, he was also holding a scimitar in his hand, just like today, killing his parents and younger siblings with his own hands, his hands were stained with the blood of his relatives, he was a sinful person, so he would rather wander in the countries of the Western Regions than join any organization.

Now at this moment, he is going to do the same thing as back then, and he needs to use the scimitar in his hand again to kill all the family members in front of him.

Holding the scimitar, he trembled unconsciously, and in the face of his family members who were close at hand, Sabaja hesitated, and it was a little difficult for him to swing this knife.

Even though he knew that the qiē in front of him was an illusion, even though he knew that his parents and younger siblings in front of him might be demonic illusions, Shabaja still didn't have the courage to swing the knife, he wanted to make the last struggle, he longed for the qiē in front of him, even if he knew that everything was fake.

While Shabaja hesitated, all the people in the tent were already kneeling down and weeping bitterly and begging him.

The woman was the first to open her mouth and cry out aloud: "God, God, please save my poor child." ”

Shabaja's younger siblings also cried and begged for mercy: "Brother, big brother, please, please don't kill us, don't kill us, please, big brother." ”

The scene in front of him really made Shabaja have no way to start, the scimitar in his hand was blazing, but he never had the ability to be ruthless, he didn't know how to deal with the sight, and it was really difficult to chop the scimitar with both hands.

When Shabaja hesitated, suddenly a voice sounded from the scimitar in his hand: "Are you hesitating again? ”

Hearing the sound of the scimitar in his hand, Shabaja did not panic, it seemed that he knew very well that the scimitar would make a sound, and he would open his mouth at such a critical moment to educate himself.

The flames of the scimitar suddenly rose up, converging into a figure burning with raging flames, staring at Shabaja and saying, "You are still like this, you have not changed at all, as a descendant of the King of Hearts, with the blood of the king, you are so hesitant, it is really disappointing." ”

"Why?" Shabaja looked at the rising figure of the scimitar and asked in a loud voice, "Why do my parents, my brothers and sisters, they all die like this? Why? Why can't I save them when I have the blood of the king?"

The Flame Demon God stared down at Shabaja, the Demon God's eyes revealing a murderous intent, and that bloodthirsty madness would make people feel terrifying.

Shabaja gazed into the gaze of the Flame Demon God, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, where he could see an endless number of suffering souls who had suffered in the abyss.

Those souls were howling, those souls were trying to climb, as if hoping to escape from the abyss of demons.

But the flames bound them, and those souls had no way out of the abyss, they could only be tormented by the flames in the abyss.

The Flame Demon God spoke again, "Because you are the king. You are the King of Hearts, the king of the Sand Sea Empire, as a king, you must have the endurance of a king, and some irrelevant emotions, you should decisively give up. ”

"Abandon?" Shabaja looked up blankly, looking at the Flame Demon God who had risen from the scimitar.

And the Flame Demon God said unusually firmly: "Yes, give up, let go of those irrelevant emotions, and you will be able to become the true king." ”

said. The Flame Demon God turned his head to look at the people kneeling on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Now, you should decisively wave me and kill all these people, to show your kingly aura, and to cut off all your emotional sustenance." ”

"Come, swing your scimitar and kill them all, they will disturb your mind. They will make you stagnant, you will become the Lone King, you must kill them and prove that you have the blood of the king. ”

Shabaja has begun to hesitate. Holding the scimitar in both hands, he trembled and kept slashing at his loved ones.

Seeing that the scimitar was about to slash at those familiar relatives and friends, Shabaja was about to cut off the last trace of emotional sustenance in his heart.

Suddenly, his back was torn open, and a figure rushed in. He stretched out his hand and stopped Shabaja.

The Flame Demon God suddenly trembled when he saw that figure, and his deep fire eyes revealed a look of horror, and he howled hysterically: "No. No, Clover King, you, how did you end up here? Shabaja, you, you hurry up and kill him. ”

Lucius didn't expect that Shabaja, who was following closely behind him, would be calculated by the treasure in his hand and the gods in the temple.

Originally, before Lucius stepped into the garden where the temple was located, he had always thought that the gods of the city and Amun, the god of flames, were hostile.

Kill the incarnation of the Flame Demon God Amon himself, then Shabaja will have the opportunity to control the scimitar and become the owner of the King of Hearts' treasure.

However, the result was somewhat unexpected by Lucius, and the gods in the other city's city actually chose to help the flame demon god Amon at the last moment.

Using the vision provided by Amun, he conjured up the scene in Sabaja's heart, and let Shabaja fall into the scene of his remorse, trying to use the emotion of extinguishing Sabaja to stimulate Sabaja so that he could awaken the royal blood of the King of Hearts.

When he was about to succeed, Lucius finally found the space to bind Shabaja, and tore the space to appear next to Shabaja.

Lucius reached out and grabbed the scimitar in Shabaja's hand, and the flame demon god who rose from the scimitar screamed in horror.

"No, no, Clover King, you can't do this, you, you can't do this, king, honorable king, hurry up, save me, save me. ”

Shabaja turned his head to look at Lucius, listening to the fire god's cry for help, wanting to stop Lucius.

But Lucius didn't give Shabaja a chance to make a move, and directly grabbed the handle of the scimitar, and the next moment the frost covered the entire blade in an instant, and the raging fire and flame demon god instantly disintegrated and disappeared.

The flames converged back into the scimitar, and the scimitar regained the cold scimitar, which was inserted directly into the scabbard by Lucius.

Then Lecius looked at the figure kneeling on the ground crying, and sighed in a low voice: "It's a pity that we met too late, and I can't save your family after all." ”

With that, Lucius waved his hand suddenly, and the scene in front of him was distorted in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the fire pit, the tables, chairs, tents, and people were all gone, and Shabaja saw that the long stone path was still in front of him.

Lucius stretched out his hand, patted Sabaja on the shoulder, and said, "I must sue you, I am a descendant of the royal blood of the Shamrock King, and we are considered hostile, of course, this is not absolute. ”

Shabaja raised his head to look at Lucius, and stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes: "I know, in fact, since you killed Amun's incarnation outside the city, I already know who you are, you are indeed very powerful, you can fuse machinery and magic together, it is amazing." ”

Raising the scimitar in his hand and handing it to Lucius, Shabaja continued: "I know my identity very well, I am a descendant of the King of Hearts, and I also know that there is another descendant of the king's blood, and we are destined to have a great war. ”

Lucius pushed the scimitar back in front of Shabaja, and Masase said, "Since you want to fight for the throne of the King of Hearts, then you need this scimitar. ”

Shabaja was a little surprised, looked at the scimitar in his hand and shook his head with a wry smile: "But you also saw it, I can't control it." ”

Lucius smiled and said, "Hehe, nothing is uncontrollable, don't forget jì, you are a descendant of the royal blood of the King of Hearts." ”

After a pause, Lucius continued: "I know that you have some fear in your heart, in fact, you don't have to be afraid, since you have the blood of the King of Hearts, then you shouldn't be afraid of anything, even if we will be enemies in the future, you don't need to be afraid of me." ”

Patting the back of Shabaja's hand, Lucius said solemnly: "Draw the knife boldly, I believe, you will be able to control it." ”

With Lucius's encouragement, Shabaja's expression became stern and he withdrew the scimitar that he had handed out.

Looking at the scimitar in his hand, he suddenly pulled the scimitar out of its scabbard again, and in the silver moonlight, with the help of the blade of the scimitar to reflect his face, Shabaja completely relaxed at this moment and regained his courage.

The flames on the scimitar rose, and with Shabaja's roar, a huge figure rose from behind him, and the flame demon god Amon was summoned by him again.

Only this time, Amon's eyes no longer had the previous killing intent, but instead were very pure and upright.

With the help of the power of Amun behind him, Shabaja swung a knife towards the stone path in front of him, and the flames turned into a huge blade that fell from the sky, directly splitting the stone path in front of him.

The ground shook, the stone path was split by Shabaja's blade, and everything in front of them completely collapsed, and finally the temple in the depths of the garden finally appeared in front of Lucius's eyes, which was a temple made of giant trees.

Shabaja glanced at the Temple of the Divine Gods and whispered to Lucius, "Be careful, the deity in the temple is a wood-based deity with a strong vitality, and it is not so easy to kill. ”

Seeing Shabaja's right appearance, Lucius couldn't help but smile and said, "Hehe, it's okay, it's not the first time I've encountered the gods of the Western Regions. ”

With that, Lucius reached out behind him, took the flamethrower that Beluti handed over, and pulled the trigger to spew out hot flames.

Shabaja stood by and watched dumbfounded, because the flames from the flamethrower of Lucius were actually purer than the flames of the scimitar flame demon god in his hand, and he had an aura that could incinerate a qiē.

Lucius spewed flames twice, and the loud voice shouted to the temple, "You should know who we are, so let us in so that we can sit down and talk." ”

Hearing Lucius say this, Sabaja was immediately surprised, and at the same time felt that Lucius was too naïve.

How could the gods of the Western Regions give up their resistance lightly? As gods, they have a large number of believers, and they can gain a lot of faith power, and in their temples, they are almost immortal, how could they surrender to Lucius because of a word or two?

But what Shabaja didn't expect was that two vines flew out of the temple and spread to Lucius and his feet in the blink of an eye. (To be continued......)