Several priests wearing long robes and hooded surround Maximus in the center. The priestess held a bowl of bone grinded from the skull and inlaid with gems. He dipped his fingers into the liquid in the bowl, applied it to Maximus' cheeks and chests in the chant of the priests, skillfully painted them into dizzy patterns. The latter half-kneeled on the ground, frowned, and impatiently accepted the cumbersome ritual process of the priestess. Many of these rituals and symbols were completely unrecognizable due to the passage of time and the complement of priests throughout the ages, but from the perspective of witchcraft, the key directive information was not lost, and it could even be said to be quite complete. In other words, this was a complete witchcraft ceremony, but Maximus knew nothing about it, and his eyes were deeply attracted by the giant sword on the high platform.

As he saw in his dream, the giant sword flashed with a supernatural silver glimmer.

The priests sang the king of darkness, the god of truth, and the powerful existence beyond time and space that surpassed the subject. In the surprised eyes of the armed personnel, several other priests walked up and used the daggers made of armored plates in their hands to cut the throats of the priests who participated in the ceremony, while the latter smiled and died with happiness and satisfaction. The blood flowing from their bodies rushed into the circular magic circles portrayed on the ground. The priestess' voice suddenly became high and trembled, and the pleasure started from their toes and rushed toward the brain along their spinal cord, and the bone bowl in their hands fell to the ground. Her eyes lost focus, as if she had seen something that did not exist in the real universe. She even became incontinent and twitched constantly on the ground.

Maximus opened his eyes and found himself not in that slum temple.

As the most powerful mind reader in the royal family, he received the strictest mental and spiritual training, in most cases he could control his own abilities and perceive the spiritual power of others when necessary. But this time, no matter how he recalled what happened before he opened his eyes, he vaguely remembered that his father and mother summoned him to the depths of the royal residence. Since his birth, the area was listed as a forbidden area, and no matter which member of the royal family he asked, he could not get a definite answer, as if some information was erased from their minds-Maximus could understand what this meant. He had intentionally hurt a small animal, and then erased the memories from a few minutes ago, and the small animal would approach him as if nothing had happened-the only people in the royal family had the power to do so, the only people in the royal family who had the power to do so, the King of Atiran and the Queen, which meant that some of their information was not as if it was known.

"You have always been smart, Maximus, you may have reasoned some of the facts from the words of other people. I'm sorry, I have never been able to tell you the truth. No matter what information you have inferred at this moment, I will forget it for the time being, because it will tell you all the facts without any concealment. You have a brother, Maximus, who was the eldest son I and your mother had been born a hundred years ago, but because his ability was too dangerous, it would bring danger to anyone or even Attilan, so he had to stay in the isolation room."

"I have a brother?" Maximus raised his head excitedly and quickly threw his doubts behind him, "Really?"

"He has seen you in his cradle, and he likes you very much." King Agon smiled, "Would you like to see him?"

"Of course, he is my brother." Maximus replied without hesitation, "Can I bring Medusa with me? She may be happy to see him! She is my future wife, and if I will know this, then the future queen will know it too."

King Agon had a complicated expression and nodded in the end.

Maximus sat next to the fire, the jungle he had never seen before was shrouded in deep silent night. The branches in the fire crackled, and the red charcoal branches fell from the tip of the bonfire with white smoke. He was not alone. Several tired travelers shared the warm bonfire with him. They were wearing thick travel cloaks, their faces were hidden under the hood, and even the fire could not be illuminated. Beside them was a silver giant sword that looked very familiar to Maximus. Maximus felt that he knew these travelers. Even though he could not remember their names for the time being, he felt extremely familiar with these people, as if he had known them since he was born.

"Come here, friend." Maximus looked at the darkness that could not be illuminated by the flames, where there was a tall figure at the end of the road, wearing thick shadows like other travelers. "I would like to share the warmth with you on this cold winter night."

The strange traveler walked slowly, standing in front of the bonfire, Maximus was sure that he did not know him.

"Do you know what a winter night is?" As the movement of his arm, the strange traveler's cloak was slightly turned up, and Maximus saw a faint golden light flashing under the cloak. "Do you know which tree the branches that were throwing into the bonfire came from? To be precise, do you know what a tree is?"

"Why care about this?" asked Maximus. "It's cold and the bonfire is warm. Is there anything more important for a long journey?"

The strange traveler was still standing, and he raised his head a little to let Maximus see his noble face. "Have you ever experienced winter, Maximus?" he asked. "In the long winter, everything is covered with heavy snow, and the mountain huts are covered with snow like snow-white graves. The air cannot enter the hut, the burning fireplace constantly consumes oxygen, the door is blocked by the tightly pressed snow piles, and the people in the house cannot find food and air, and can only watch themselves slowly suffocate and die."

"Why do you say this?" Maximus was a little angry at the moment. "If you don't want to share the bonfire, then leave!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "See the firewood in the bonfire clearly, Maximus." Maximus subconsciously lowered his head and found that the bonfire was not branches, but broken arms and legs. At the top of the bonfire, there was a skeleton licked by the flames. The strange traveler turned to look at the other people sitting around the bonfire. "This is a matter of humanity, you'd better leave now."

"No. We extend our hand of friendship to you, but you reject it." Maximus heard one of them speak. It was a voice he had never heard before, with endless massacre and rage. "We can fail countless times, but you only have one chance. This universe belongs to us, and you will never be able to win. Now you still have a chance to be one of us, as long as you sit by the bonfire."

"No, I reject you forever." said the strange traveler softly, "I would rather walk into the eternal night and raise the torch than share your filth."

Another traveler held the silver giant sword beside the bonfire and placed it in Maximus's hand.

"The destiny in the great sea of ​​souls has been written, and you will become one of us, sooner or later, just like other gods who have not yet been born. You do not have to be so hostile to us. We are just an extension of consciousness of the sea of ​​ether, and you cannot resist fate. Everything you do will move towards prophecy, because all this is destiny, and you cannot resist yourself."

"Let's go, our game is over this time." The strange traveler raised his head, and Maximus saw his noble face composed of countless kings in the world full of rage. A golden giant sword in the scabbard was pinned at his waist, and he held the hilt tightly, "Leave here!"
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