Chapter 387 The Real Cloud of War

? Although Gawain considers himself to be a satellite spirit who has traveled through, and has sufficient knowledge and endurance, every time he encounters something related to Tyre, he can't help but think, "How can there be such a chicken in this world? "Such a strange species" feeling, just like now, looking at Miss Kraken who is lying on the water pool in the form of a big sea monster, he is particularly confused about whether he should pass a san check first. Still get some blood.

Because Tyr has been using healing techniques - to hang the prisoner's life.

As for Amber's mention of some of Tyre's tentacles having a spiritual boosting effect, Gawain didn't feel it -- he felt that this was probably similar to the principle that he was immune to the spiritual interference of gods. There are many forces in this world that interfere with human sanity. It didn't work for him.

"Now... let's say hello to the guests," Gawain stared at Tyr with trembling eyes for a long time before finally turning his attention away from the sea witch and looking at the sturdy man bound by tentacles. The captive who seemed to have only his last breaths left, "What's your name? What's your identity? What's your purpose?"

Clement raised his head with difficulty, and the moment he saw Gawain, he realized what had happened, and the terrifying creature that bound him even dispelled all his thoughts of survival, but this did not mean Then he will cooperate honestly: "No... Advice..."

Amber was waiting for the old man's words, and immediately came up from the side: "His name is Clement - but he is disguised as a royal mage named Duke."

"Duke..." Gawain didn't know the specific personnel of Francis II's envoy to the border this time, but after a little thought, he guessed that the pretender might have been lurking beside the dead king, his expression was subtle Get up, "So, your mission is to kill the king? You and the forces behind you want to sabotage this peace talks?"

Clement closed his eyes and made a gesture of not being prepared to answer, while Soldering on the other side came to Gawain and whispered a few words.

"You're pretending to be a mage, but you're actually a druid," Gawain said calmly, looking at Clement, "I think I know who you are - a lunatic who dies in the end, yes Bar."

Clement finally answered once: "Whatever you say, you can't understand our great cause."

"Actually, that's what happened," Gawain nodded, "I didn't intend to understand your career at all from the beginning, I just wanted you all to disappear. Clay... Mente, right? You acted this time. Your handwriting really exceeded my expectations, and I admit that I underestimated you - I always thought you were just a mouse fanning the flames in a dark corner, but I didn't expect you to dare to make trouble on such a big thing... Let me make a bold assumption , since you can go to the frontier to assassinate the king,

It must be within the kingdom, you have to take action? "

Clement just sneered and didn't mean to answer at all.

This made Gawain a little embarrassed: he knew that this unremarkable old man in front of him (this old man's appearance is not necessarily true, after all, the believers of the Association for the End of Everything are good at changing the body shape) I am afraid that the Association for the End of Everything is the end of the world. High-level members, such high-level cultists not only have great strength, but also have extraordinary mentality. Ordinary interrogation methods have no effect on these people at all, even if it is a spell involving the mind, it may not be able to break through them. Mind defense.

It would be great if this was an Eternal Sleeper - Gawain could still find a way to hack into the opponent's mind, but this was a fallen Druid, and the situation made it feel like there was no way to start.

But just when Gawain was struggling, Tyr in the water pool suddenly broke the silence: "Maybe... I can let him cooperate a little bit."

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh?"

"However, this method is a one-time use," Tyr spread out his hands and spread out some of his free tentacles, "at least according to our tests on those who call themselves 'Children of the Storm', this method can only be used once. , and then the person dies."

"...You monster!" Clement finally felt a little touched when he heard Tyre's words, he shouted while struggling, "What do you want to do?"

"You shouldn't have the right to say that others are monsters," Gawain glanced at Clement, then thought for a moment, and finally made up his mind, "Till, I'll leave it to you."

Although Gawain is trying to build a controllable force from within the Eternal Sleeper, he knows that for the vast majority of extremely crazy, extremely fanatical cultists, saving and winning are pointless attempts, especially for Clement The only suitable way to deal with this kind of believer of the Society for the Death of All Things is to let Tyre try her "one-off method".

With Gawain's instruction, Tyr's lower body immediately split into several new tiny tentacles, which spread towards Clement, and the cultist finally realized the great danger was coming, and began to become more violent. He struggled to the ground - but all his struggles were no match for those tentacles that had bound it tightly and were still floating with strange rune brilliance. After just a few breaths, those new, tiny tentacles had spread to Near his neck...

But at this moment, Amber, who was standing beside Gawain, suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Tyre stopped in confusion, while Gawain turned to look at Amber: "What's wrong?"

Amber seemed to be quite entangled and hesitant, but finally he took a step forward and looked up at Tyr: "I also have a question to ask him... Can you make this person hold on for a while longer?"

"Okay," Tyre nodded, "he will be alive until your inquiry is over."

Gawain glanced at Amber curiously, then looked at Tyre: "Very good, then let's start."

Clement twisted and struggled with all his strength, and seemed to be on the verge of despair, but even so, he was still shouting loudly, his voice was surprising: "You will pay the price one day! You even You are not worthy of being God's meal! You are only worthy of being the remnants of God's scorn after a full meal! I will not give in! I will not give in!!"

In this curse, several tentacles exuding turbid lavender magic halo, smooth and cold began to spread up along Clement's neck, and drilled into the latter's ears little by little, sticking to the latter's scalp , Unimaginable fear and mental pressure gripped Clement's heart, as if endless illusions appeared in his mind, the illusory sound of the waves echoed in his ears, hidden in the layers of waves Countless indistinguishable low-pitched murmurs, and in those maddening voices, he recalled all the terrible legends of the deep sea - the end of the endless storm, the chaotic dark deep sea, the palace of the storm lord, the sea devil and the sea monster orgy banquet hall...

The eyes of this perishing cultist widened, and at the last moment of maintaining self-awareness, he suddenly flinched, he felt that he saw a scene more tragic and terrifying than death, and the scene made him want to surrender—— But he has no chance.

The tentacles have penetrated into his ear holes, scalp, and even eyes, and the brain of this cultist has lost the ability to think freely.

Tyre looked down at Clement, who had finally calmed down, and shook his head: "I don't know what your gods like to eat, but your gods should all be delicious."

Even Gawain felt that what happened in front of him gave him goosebumps all over his body. Looking at Clement's strange state and Tyre's creepy tentacles, he couldn't help muttering: "You can't let this go. Is the scene a little... milder?"

Tyre thought for a while: "I can turn the tentacles pink."

"Forget it..." Gawain waved his hand quickly, then looked at Clement, "Can I ask him now?"

"Any time," Tyre nodded slightly, "but try to use the words as accurately as possible, so that the efficiency of getting the answer will be higher."

Gawain snorted and came to Clemente: "Is Francis II really dead?"

The skin on Clement's face trembled, and a low, hoarse voice came from his throat: "I personally...killed him..."

Gawain continued to ask, "Is Prince Edmund your accomplice? He is under the control of the Society for the End of All Things?"

"Edmund...Moen...needs Anzu's throne, he is the... collaborator of all things die..."

"A collaborator, not who controls who..." Gawain frowned, getting the exact news of Prince Edmund's father-slaying from Clement was surprising, but he was more puzzled than surprised , "What does Edmund want? Just to usurp the throne?"

This is the part that he doesn't understand the most - Francis II is very old, Prince Edmund is the first heir to the throne, the gifted prince doesn't have to take such an extreme step, why does he have to be in Francis? The Second World made such a shocking move after the border negotiations, and even cooperated with the cultists of the Society for the End of Everything? !

Perhaps the question was a little more complicated this time, and Clement hesitated for a few seconds before slowly answering: "...Edmund...not only wants to be the king of the Second Dynasty...he wants to... The glory of the First Dynasty wants... Ansu's prosperity, what he wants is... true kingship."

Clement muttered a few more words in a low voice, and then a weird smile appeared on his face: "Innocent and stupid pawn..."

This must be the true evaluation of Prince Edmund from this perpetrator.

Hearing Clement's answer, not only did Gawain have a thoughtful look on his face, but even Solderling next to him thought of many things in an instant.

"Real kingship..." The high-level ranger frowned, and he looked into Gawain's eyes, "So he did these things after leaving the capital?!"

Gawain just sighed, and immediately thought of something.

He immediately asked, "Is Silas Lauren the insider?!"

"Silas Loren...allegiance to...Edmund Morn..."

Sure enough!

Silas Laurent's allegiance is not the king! It's Edmund! but why?

Maybe... that Duke of the East Territory is actually loyal to "Moen", the real Ansu royal power, not the puppet royal family supported by the North Territory family?

Gawain reasoned about Silas Lauren's position based on the logic that a great noble of this era might possess. After pondering for a long time, he suddenly asked a new question: "Has the peace agreement on the border been signed?"

"Signed..."

Hearing this crucial answer, Gawain took a slight breath, and after pondering for a few seconds, he asked the last decisive question: "Emperor Typhon...is there someone from you?"

Clement's face shook violently, and a word came out of his throat: "...Yes."

"I understand..." All the doubts have been answered, and all the mysteries seem to be solved. Gawain has always felt the cloud of war hanging over Ansu's head, but now he finally sees the shadow of the cloud. The truth, "Edmund, and you guys, what you want is not the war between Typhon and Ansu at all... What you want is the second Ansu civil war!!"