Chapter 443: Gulamo's Death, the Real Concern

"Dang!"

Seeing Gulamo's crazy state, Bertard's eyes turned cold. He instantly drew out the bronze sword and blocked it diagonally in front of His Highness. The sharp copper blade was less than one meter away from Gulamo. With just one diagonal chop, he could cut off the opponent's outstretched arm!

"Hehe, holy water, give me holy water!"

Gulamo seemed unaware. He stared at Shuluot's royal robe, his pupils dilated, his eyes cloudy, and he screamed softly, even unable to restrain his saliva.

"Hmm?"

Shuluot frowned. He looked at Gulamo's arm, which was covered with scratches and blood marks. He looked at Gulamo's legs and feet, which were also covered with various scratches. Then, he stared at Gulamo's eyes seriously and asked word by word.

"Gulamo, do you still recognize me?"

"Hehe, holy water, give me holy water."

Listening to the question in his ear, Gulamo smiled foolishly, his expression became more and more crazy. Suddenly, he bent down suddenly, using his hands to gain strength on the ground, and with a "puff", he rushed towards Shulotte.

"Give me. Give me holy water!"

"Die!"

Bertard looked stern, and with a powerful swing of his arm, the bronze sword slashed down, facing Gulamo's head. He hated Gulamo's planned assassination, and at this moment, he attacked with anger, and the weapon made a sound of wind, almost cutting the opponent in half.

"Don't kill him first!"

Shulotte stepped back and shouted in a deep voice. Bertard immediately turned the bronze sword in his hand, and with the side of the bladeless sword, he faced Gulamo's head and slammed it down.

"Bang!"

"Ah"

Gulamo suffered a heavy blow, groaned, and fell to the ground with his head raised.

"Your Highness, let me do it."

Naxiu took two steps forward, quickly controlled the end of Gulamo's left arm with both hands, twisted it accurately, and then pulled it hard, and immediately there was a tooth-grinding "click". Then, the right arm made another sound.

"Crack!"

Xuluot's face twitched slightly. Naxiu's action was so swift and decisive that it was almost impossible to react.

"Ah! Ah!"

With two short and shrill cries of pain, Gulamo sat softly on the ground, completely losing his threat. He opened his mouth, and continued to groan in pain, still muttering.

"Holy water. Holy water. Give me holy water!. Uh."

Naxiu pinched Gulamo's chin, looked carefully at his deep eye sockets, bloodshot eye membranes, and dull eyes, and shook his head affirmatively.

"Your Highness, this man is useless. He has taken too much of the special strong holy water made in the capital. His soul is like an empty tree hole, eroded by the surging divine power, and nothing is left."

"Special strong holy water"

Xuluot frowned. There are many kinds of potions prepared by priests, most of which are named holy water. These holy waters will more or less involve some special herbs from America, which have a strong effect on the human nervous system and cause irreversible damage. As for the powerful holy water specially made in the capital, Xu Luote shook his head gently and asked in a deep voice.

"Does he still have any mental remnants?"

Bertard shook his head and didn't know. He was not good at knowledge related to medicine.

Naxiu let go of his hand, looked at it for a moment, and thought appeared in his eyes.

Gulamo next to him seemed to have lost all his strength and no longer groaned in pain. He just sat on the ground stupidly, smiling foolishly.

"Hehe, hehe. Holy water, holy water."

"Your Highness, I can feed him some strong medicine."

Naxiu thought for a while and took out a small ceramic tube from her arms. She removed the cotton seal, and there was a lot of gray-black powder inside.

"This is a powerful psychedelic mushroom powder. Just a little bit can make people dizzy, their souls drift away, and communicate with the gods. If you feed it all to him..."

Naxiu paused and narrowed her eyes dangerously like a big cat.

"He will definitely have a violent reaction! Maybe he can regain consciousness for a moment, but he may not survive."

"Hmm"

Xuluot pondered for a while, looking at the stupid and foolish Gulamo, and finally made a decision.

"Then feed it to him!"

"Yes!"

Naxiu stretched out her hand and was about to feed the mushroom powder to Gulamo, but suddenly stopped. Then, her expression turned cold, raised her arm, and hit him with two sharp elbows.

"Hey! Ha!"

"Ah!"

"Crack! Crack!"

Xuluot's face twitched again. He watched Naxiu raise her arm and elbow like a knife, and with two precise strikes, she broke Gulamo's knee joint.

"Your Highness, the effect of mushroom powder will be very strong, and you must take some precautions in advance."

Naxiu turned around and smiled gently at Xuluot without changing her expression. Then, she pinched Gulamo's mouth open and poured a whole tube of psychedelic mushroom powder into it.

"Ah uh. Hehehe"

Gulamo sat there, his limbs unable to move, but a happy smile appeared on his face. But after a few breaths, his smile gradually spread, and his laughter became stronger.

"Hehehe!"

"Gulamo."

Xuluot walked in front of Gulamo, bent down calmly, and held his face. His eyes were cold, looking into the eyes that looked like Medina.

"Gulamo, do you still recognize me?"

"Hehe, hehe"

The strong nerve stimulation spread throughout his body, and Gulamo's hands and feet were trembling. His pupils suddenly contracted, but the turbidity in his eyes gradually subsided. He stared at the face in front of him, roared meaninglessly for a moment, and suddenly replied in a hoarse voice.

"Hehehe! You are you! Xiu. Luo. Te!"

Hearing this, Xiu Luote was refreshed and clenched his hands. His expression changed, staring into Gu Lamo's eyes, and a murderous intent rose in his heart. These eyes were so familiar and so unforgettable.

"Gu Lamo, the Purple Grass Family, has been completely destroyed. Your sons are all dead."

Xiu Luote declared ruthlessly. In addition to the living Gu Lamo, Ji Lim also handed over several young heads to the High Priest Group, which were now hanging on the long pole in front of the Great Temple.

"All dead?! Di."

Gu Lamo's pupils shrank painfully, but his mouth was filled with an uncontrollable smile. The mushroom powder was taking effect quickly, taking him to a dream of endless joy.

". Di!"

Gu Lamo's shout was hoarse and vague, as if rusty. Xiu Luote lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"Medina, your daughter, is also dead. She died in front of me and was buried by me."

Two steps later, Naxiu pricked up her ears, listened to all this, and blinked like a rabbit.

".Di! Sha.Di.Ni."

Gulamo suddenly went wild and screamed. In the deep shout, there were two other unexpected names.

"Shatini! Guilim!"

"Huh?!"

Xuluot was shocked. He repeated Gulamo's words, and his expression was instantly solemn.

"Shatini? Guilim? Prince Tarasco, Chief Intelligence Officer?!"

"Two kings. Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Gulamo laughed wildly, dancing like a mantis, not caring about the pain in his limbs.

"Kill kill kill hahaha! Hahaha!"

"Gulamo, tell me!"

Xuluot's eyes flashed coldly, grabbed Gulamo's collar, and asked sternly.

"Who else is behind your assassination?!"

"They are all dead hahaha! Hahaha!"

Under the strong nerve stimulation, Gulamo's pupils dilated and his eyes became cloudy again. He laughed with joy from the bottom of his heart, squeezed out a hearty laugh from his lungs, and laughed with tears from the corners of his eyes.

"The Purple Grass Family is all dead! Hahaha! Hahaha!!"

"Gulamo!"

"Hahaha!"

"Your Highness, the mushroom powder is working."

Naxiu took two steps forward and whispered to the completely crazy Purple Grass Chief.

"With so much mushroom powder, he can't wake up."

"Hahaha!"

The crazy laughter echoed throughout the prison, like metal scraping on a stone slab, extremely sharp and penetrating.

A dozen steps away, Yao Ke, the chief priest, was also alarmed. He walked quickly to the stone railing with a few guards and glanced inside.

"Master Sect Priest? This is..."

Xiuluot lowered his eyes and shook his head silently. He stared at Gulamo, who was laughing crazily while hitting his head on the ground with an expressionless face. After a long while, he spoke lightly.

"Chief Priest Yao Ke, if there is one less sacrifice of the descendant of God at the sacrificial ceremony."

"Oh!"

Chief Priest Yao Ke glanced at the stone railing and nodded in understanding.

"Master Priest, it's okay."

"Yeah."

Xuluote nodded. He calmly pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist and walked to the laughing Gulamo. Then, he used one hand to lift the skinny Gulamo from the ground and pressed him against the stone wall.

"Hahahaha!"

"Goodbye, Gulamo."

Xuluote looked at the turbid and familiar eyes and whispered softly. Then, he mercilessly stabbed the sharp dagger in his hand, accurately pierced Gulamo's heart, and then twisted it hard.

"Haha. Er! !. Ho ho"

Gulamo felt a sharp pain in his heart and suddenly shook. Like a dying venomous snake, he struggled on the wall for more than a dozen breaths. At the last moment, he regained consciousness again. He took a deep look at the king in front of him, his eyes full of regret, and a strange smile on his face. Then, his neck tilted, his limbs drooped, and he was completely motionless.

"Medina, your wish, I have fulfilled it for you!"

Xuluot closed his eyes and murmured, feeling the relief and pleasure after revenge! A smile rose at the corner of his mouth, as if he recalled the gentle and charming long kiss

Then, he recalled Gu Lamo's words, and new doubts emerged in his heart.

"Plotting to assassinate Prince Shatini. Intelligence Officer Guillem, kill, kill, kill"

As a king who cuts through thorns, the names of these obstacles cannot move him or make him worry. The only person who can really make him feel uneasy and worried is a person he once relied on, was willing to give trust, and even offered loyalty.

"Is there still King Avit?"

The young king stood facing the wall, thinking silently. The others bowed their heads and waited, standing respectfully. The dim dungeon was silent and solemn. Only the blood flowed out from the fallen body of Gulamo. Through the dim firelight, one could vaguely see a smile on the frozen face of the corpse.