After Becoming The Tyrant

The carriage rushed through the shadows of the dark woods, and the dead trees stood like devils in the night wind.

The steeds pulling the cart were already covered in sweat and foamy at the mouth, but the whips waving in the air did not allow them to stop and rest at all.

"My dear Majesty, it is impossible to arrive at Moen tomorrow morning."

A driver is more weary than a horse.The coachman was a knight in armor. He was sweating profusely and panting heavily. When he grabbed the carriage and drove into the flat area, he pleaded with the people in the rear compartment.

"A horse needs a rest."

"great."

replied the king from the carriage.

"Then you can sleep forever."

The knight's complexion grew paler.He didn't dare to speak anymore, and continued to beat the horse regardless of the exhaustion of driving for a day and a night.

Because, the person sitting in the carriage is the monarch of the Legrand Empire.

Purlin I.

At this moment, night covers the four fields, and the mountains are like demons.Unexpectedly, the noble king did not bring a large group of people, but rushed across the wilderness in a black velvet-covered carriage to a place called "Moen".

After intimidating the steward who was forced to act as a coachman, the king himself leaned against the wall of the car and lifted the curtain.

The moonlight that leaked through the gaps in the woods flicked across his face.

The red cloak that the king wore made his face very cold.He was very young, and his juvenile facial features were a bit too delicate, but the surly look that shrouded his brows made him look particularly aggressive.In the moonlight, his pale blue pupils showed a sense of sharpness that cannot be ignored.

The king looked at the passing trees outside the car, judging how far he was from Moen at this time.

Of course he knew that both horse and coachman were very tired.

But he had to reach the town of Moen before the sun rose today.

Otherwise his uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, would be finished.

………………

two days ago.

Zhu Chi was just a seriously ill young man.He lay in a pale state and watched his muscles shrink gradually, calculating in his heart when he would die.

No one wants to die, including Zhu Chi.

Modern science and technology can't save him, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky ignore him.Zhu Chi did something absurd.He opened an ancient scroll he had come across by chance, which was said to be able to summon demons.

Drops of blood seeped into the intricate arabesques, and a black mist filled the house.

In response to his last hope in despair, the devil came.

Devils are known as insidious soul merchants.

Zhu Chi sold his soul in exchange for a chance to be reborn in another world.

He demands a young, healthy body.The devil agreed, and when signing the contract, he gave him a certain degree of benefits, and finally gave him a gift.

The devil's strange generosity made Zhu Chi wary.

But there is no way, he has nowhere to go.

The contract is completed.

In the intensive care unit, the pale and weak young man closed his eyes, and the lines on the heart rate display screen gradually became more balanced.And in another world, in the magnificent palace of the empire, a pair of light blue eyes opened.

After receiving the memory and the fate line of the original body that came with the contract, Zhu Chi understood why the devil was so generous.

He was reborn as the king of the Legrand Empire in another world——

Purlin I.

[Less than a month after Purlan was born, his father King William, who had made great military exploits, died of a serious illness.

Thanks to the loyal guardianship of his uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, Pooleland was able to grow up smoothly and be crowned king.Contrary to the expectations of the people, their boy king was a surly, ruthless and assertive tyrant by nature.

At the end of his reign, he personally ordered the beheading of his loyal uncle, the Duke of Buckingham.It was the cruelest and most stupid thing that Pullan had ever done in his short life.

Because it directly led to the subsequent coup, for which the tyrant paid with his life.

——Purland I, the last king]

At this point, only four short months had passed since the tyrant's downfall.

Selling one's soul for four months of healthy birth?

Zhu Chi understood that he had been tricked by the devil.

Late at night, the dew was heavy, and the cold wind blew across people's faces like a knife.

Zhu Chi didn't put down the car curtain, he needed the cold wind to suppress the anger in his heart, so as to maintain rational thinking.

After reading the fate line of Purland, Zhu Chi realized where the important node of the tyrant's fate was——

Western Continent, September 1432, 9.

—that is, tomorrow.

At first light tomorrow morning, his most loyal uncle, the old Duke of Buckingham, would be hanged.

Zhu Chi's rebirth was two days late, and the previous bastard tyrant had already issued the order to execute the Duke of Buckingham.However, after careful reflection, Zhu Chi confirmed that the king regretted the order soon after, and sent a fast horse to pursue the order.

Zhu Chi tapped on the railing of the car lightly with his fingers, his expression a little stern.

The messengers from the imperial meeting left the palace for less than half a day, and the fast horses sent by the king were able to stop them.However, the Duke of Buckingham was executed anyway.

Apparently, the king's men who had returned the order were stopped.

Someone wants the king to lose his most important ministers and relatives.

...........................

With a jerk of the reins, the head of the inner court abruptly stopped the galloping carriage.He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his face was very ugly.

The horse that stopped suddenly was frightened, raised its front hooves and neighed from its nose.

"Your Majesty, there is a situation."

The head of the inner court lowered his voice, his tone a little nervous.

When the carriage stopped suddenly, Zhu Chi held down the railing and leaned forward to avoid bumping into the wall.He looked calm, not surprised at all.

He left the palace secretly.

Two days ago, after Zhu Chi lost his temper with his ministers in the Imperial Council, he locked himself in the bedroom and stayed behind closed doors.This is not the first time Pullan has done this.

None of the ministers could do anything to the irritable young king.

Using this cover-up, Zhu Chi took his inner court chief and left the palace.In the original fate line, this somewhat weak inner court chief was killed for his king, and he was the most suitable and trustworthy person that Zhu Chi thought of at that time.

The king's fast horse will be stopped by someone, and the enemy must have laid a fine eyeliner in the palace.

Zhu Chi knew very well that at most the next afternoon, people would find that the king was no longer in the castle.

He didn't even think about how long he could hide it. It was a surprise that the pursuers who intercepted him didn't catch up until now.

At this time they were in the wilderness.

Behind them was a small piece of dark woods that they had just passed. At this time, some shadows were walking through the forest, approaching them.In front of them is the entrance of the canyon passage, with the torch of the spirit star faintly visible, and a little wooden fence serving as a roadblock can be seen in the corner illuminated by the moonlight.

They were flanked.

"Your Majesty, please stay in the car and don't..."

The steward of the inner court held the reins with one hand and drew his sword with the other.

"go forward."

Zhu Chi interrupted him.

The head of the inner court was slightly taken aback. From the young king's voice, he heard something familiar for a long time-it was the toughness and inviolability passed down from the lineage of the former King William.

Vaguely, the head of the inner court seemed to hear the sound of a machine.

"rush!"

I wish you an order later.

The head of the inner court let go of the tightly held reins, and stabbed the horse's butt with his sword.

The leading horse was in pain, neighed, and galloped out in an instant, even letting go of the other horses.The carriage almost flew over the ground, making a disturbing loud noise.The carriage seemed to fall apart at any time under such a wild rush.

The cavalry behind rushed out from the black forest.The other party walked lightly, extremely fast, like a thick shadow.

Zhu Chi tore off the black velvet cloth that was used to cover the rear half of the carriage.

Under the pale moonlight, Zhu Chi could see clearly the cavalrymen who were chasing him.

There were a total of seventeen cavalrymen, all riding black horses and wearing unmarked heavy silver chain mail[1].The iron helmets completely covered their faces, with only a gap exposed, which was both defense and identity concealment.

Not like mercenaries.

Zhu Chi judged calmly.

The sound of hoofbeats was rapid, and the black cavalry swept in like a whirlwind.In an instant, the carriage was approaching, and the white breath of the opponent's war horse could be vaguely seen.The distance is enough, Zhu Chi no longer hesitates.

He lifted what was in his hand.

——It is a crossbow banned by the church.

Although Pullan was a tyrant, the military training he had received since he was a child gave him excellent physical fitness.Thanks to this, Zhu Chi was able to hold the machine crossbow steadily on the bumpy carriage.

Zhu Chi set up his crossbow and aimed at the cavalry through the "Wangshan" [2] on the crossbow.

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[1] Chain mail: the metal armor commonly used by medieval knights

[2] Mount Lookout: Aimer