After Becoming The Tyrant

"Would you like to inspect your territory?"

After the devil straightened up, there was a scarlet cloak on his arm.When he spoke, the nightmare carriage had come out of the black mist.

Just as the devil was about to stretch out his hand to make an invitation, the nightmares let out a pleasant low cry, and ran to the king's side with brisk steps, "da, da, da".

In the last trip to hell, they played a big role in the hunting plan of the king and the devil.If the nightmares hadn't led the king through the rain of brimstone and fire brilliantly, and sent the king to the devil, the final victory would have been difficult to determine.

Nightmare bowed her head in front of the king, handed her horn to the king, and extended an invitation to the king before the devil.

Their horns are a little cool to the touch.

The king's expression softened slightly, and he stood up, agreeing to the devil's proposal by default.The skulls on the carriage made a cheerful "clack" sound, and the devil cursed these flattering and top-notch guys in his heart, shook off the black cloak, and put it on the king.

"I am glad of your promise. My dear majesty."

The devil sent the king into the chariot, and said with a smile.

The black mist surged, and the carriage drove into the dark world.

When the nightmare carriage disappeared into the darkness, Eleanor stood in front of the tower window, looking in the direction of the king's bedroom.

"You know His Majesty has touched hell? You didn't stop him?"

Charles asked in a low voice.

"Why should I object?" Queen Mother Eleanor's voice was a little cold, "there is no difference between the world and hell, if there is any place that can bring some help to my child and make him happy, even So what if it's hell?"

She paused.

"Sometimes, dark creatures that are rejected by people are much simpler than humans themselves."

Charles was silent.

He knew that William III and the Duke of Buckingham had made a lot of sacrifices for the sake of the country and the future.In Eleanor's heart, she still can't accept that her child has such a painful past, right?For the sake of victory, sacrificing so much happiness of the child, for a mother, it is still difficult to let go.

In the night, a black crow flapped its wings and flew.

The crow landed in front of Queen Eleanor, and it brought letters from the astrologers.

After the first honorable meeting, the King's Black Wings did not disband, but became the Local Civil Response Committees - in fact, they were the King's intelligence service.During the time when the king left the Rose Palace and went north to suppress the rebellion, this organization was temporarily handed over to General John.

After officially becoming "The Defender" and inheriting his father's title, General John has more things to deal with.

The King has chosen a highly talented commissioner from among the Black Wings to serve as Chairman of the Public Response Committee - privately known as Crowhead.And in the Rose Palace, after General John, the person who takes over Black Wing becomes the Queen Mother Eleanor. She has more outstanding talents than General John in this regard.

"They landed."

Queen Eleanor whispered.

"Hopefully they will know what to do."

A cold light flashed in Eleanor's eyes.

Charles knows her character all too well... hope those astrologers don't have other ideas, or they may face the sword from the warrior queen.

From the moment the astrologers set foot on the land of Legrand, their every move will be under the watchful eyes of the Legrand royal family.

The king's "Black Wing" has begun to show its ability to monitor Legrand.

Here, nothing can be hidden from the king.

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

hell.

As soon as he walked out of the gates of hell, the king heard a strange melody, which was completely different from all the music he had heard.From the notes to the rhythm, there is an absurd and evil spirit that does not exist in the world, like countless bones colliding with each other-indeed, countless bones are playing music together.

The carriage stopped on a lake of sulfurous fire, and in front of the king, countless skeletons were neatly arranged, like a huge army waiting for inspection.

But the army of undead that seemed to be able to sweep the entire world was holding no swords or guns.

The skeletons at the front held some antique musical instruments, and their dexterous ten fingers pressed and pulled the organ and strings.Behind them, some complete skeletons beat their shoulder blades with their metacarpal bones to make strange sounds, and the less complete ones used their skulls as wooden fish for their partners to strike...

The king didn't know what to say for a while.

Compared with the hell he had seen a few times before, the dead silence of this piece of hell was gone, and it could be said to be full of vitality.

——And a little too much vitality.

The devil stretched out his hand and took the king from the chariot.

At the moment of the king's arrival, the skeleton symphony performed harder and harder like soldiers who finally waited for the inspector.Beside them, lakes of sulfurous fire turned into gorgeous fountains. Golden sulfur erupted from inside, like dazzling trees of fire, and even changed their height along with the melody.

They worked together to play a grand hymn.

The melody is magnificent, as if the soldiers who had been sleeping for many years were able to serve their lord again.

"What is this? Hell Symphony Orchestra?"

The king looked at the skeletons who were working hard, and asked with a smile.Everything in front of me is absurd and weird, but it can also be called strange and beautiful.

"Your hell symphony."

The devil corrected.

His majesty was born king, and people would want him to be brave enough, wise enough, strong enough, invincible enough.But who wants his majesty to be happy enough?A king, who possesses the power of glory, should not be surrounded by joy?

"Then why I don't know, Hell is so good at welcoming?"

the king asked back.

"You know." The devil said briskly with a smile, "Inducing people to fall is our specialty in hell, how about it? My dear majesty, do you now feel that hell is more like the existence of bliss than the world?" world?"

He waved his hand like a conductor.

The skeletons played the last high note, and they bowed neatly before the king-if this was a human army, the scene should be very spectacular.But they only have a skeleton, which is a bit ridiculous.

There was a sound of flapping wings, and a crow flapped its wings and landed on a stone beside the king.

"Hi, Monra."

The king still remembered the crow's name.

Meng Ra was jumping on the boulder, flapping her black-painted wings crosswise, imitating human beings trying to salute the king.Before the king could be amused by it, the devil bent down and grabbed its wings, lifted it up and threw it behind him: "Please don't pay attention to this fool's faux pas."

"Okay." The king restrained his smile, "Saint Val's blood brought this place back to life?"

"You are so cold and ruthless. I originally thought the current atmosphere could be called romantic? My dear majesty." The devil protested.

"Hellish romance?"

"Of course. Well..." The devil bowed to the king, raised his hand and tapped his left chest like a knight saluted, "Actually, we are here to swear allegiance to you."

When the devil bowed, the skeletons all knelt down on one knee.

"You have executed a lackey of the Holy Court, and the war between the Holy Court and you has begun." The devil smiled softly, "However, if you think about it, you also know that it is difficult for Legrand to stop Bry West became the footsteps of the kingdom of God on the ground. The time you have is so short, what do you want to use to give Legrand the power to fight against the Holy Court in the shortest possible time?"

"Alchemists? They left too little."

"Astrologer? Look, Your Majesty, you can't even trust me, let alone those guys who used to work for the Holy Court?"

"Are your mad scientists? If you and them are given enough time, I believe that you can indeed complete an unprecedented great change... But the Holy Court will not give you so much time."

……

The devil knelt down on one knee, and he looked up at the king: "So, now is the time for hell to serve you."

Behind him, the skeleton army was silent, and even Meng Ra stopped flapping his wings.

"What do you want?" the king and the devil looked at each other, and he asked slowly.

"Enough blood, from angels, from gods, from the holy court...anything is fine." The devil laughed and stretched out his hand. "Look, we have a common enemy. We are on the same front, aren't we ?"

"Not necessarily."

The king answered, but also held out his hand.

The devil kissed the back of the king's hand.

Meng Ra flapped his wings, and the skeletons played the cheerful melody again.

More than 1000 years have passed, and the devil led his army to fight for his monarch again.

………………

As the devil says, hell has a knack for how to bring people down.After the solemn symphony, the skeletons set up a huge stage and performed a wonderful drama for the king. The actors included but were not limited to skeletons, demons, ghosts, and the remains of shepherds.

These dramas that the creatures of hell have arranged for the king are enough to become classics in the world in terms of artistic level alone.

The undead singer sang loudly on the stage. It wore complicated classical costumes hundreds of years ago and used elegant dictionaries.Behind it, the skeleton warriors rode war horses, fighting fiercely together as the lyrics sang.The defeated skeleton was quickly broken into a pile of bones and thrown high from the stage.

The bones were quickly put back together downstage, though.

"Can the current hell allow ordinary people to enter?"

the king asked suddenly.

The devil stands behind the king, who is also enjoying the opera on the stage.Hearing the king's question, he gave an affirmative answer: "If there are not many people."

"That's it."

The king's eyes swept across the lake of fire and brimstone.

"Why do I suddenly feel that you have long planned to let hell work? Is that so, my dear majesty?" the devil asked keenly.

"It shouldn't take too long to build a factory for skeletons who don't need to rest?"

The king confirmed the devil's guess with a question.

"...Are you planning to build a hell military factory?"

The devil looked at the king wordlessly.

For a moment, the devil, who is famous for his eloquent tongue, couldn't find any words to describe it...

Hell, shouldn't a normal monarch be interested in the force and immortality of the skeleton army? !How did you come to Your Majesty and become a worker who doesn't need wages or rest?