After Becoming The Tyrant

Hell, an abyss.

Telge is a lord of hell.

It hides in one of the abysses of hell, hiding its power in rocky beaches and black mists.At some point, it can release its own incarnation to the human world through the cracks in the night of Saint Val, where the boundary between hell and the human world is blurred, devouring the lost in the wilderness.

But in hell, Telge is just an inconspicuous one among many lords.

What is hell?

This is the place where all sins gather, the palace of evil.All creatures living in hell have written blood and violence into their flesh and bones from the moment they were born.In fact, bloody battles are fought in hell all the time.

Because hell died a long time ago, the dark red blood curtain in the sky is the blood of hell.

Before the hell is dead, there are endless dark forces, endless life, these forces are the source of many creatures in hell.But when Hell dies, it becomes dry and barren, and even the living creatures in Hell become difficult and harsh. There is always a fierce wind blowing in the wilderness that can grind the soul a little bit. A gloomy breath that you don't want to absorb.

Those powerful demons crawling out of the wall of insects can still be relatively free, but ordinary dead creatures, such as skeletons, can only dismantle themselves and spread them on the rocks, using slumber to resist the erosion of death.

The only better places are some places where there are gaps that can communicate with the world-from those gaps, the evil thoughts of the world can continue to pour in.

It is precisely because of this that the lords of hell are always fighting, fighting, and grabbing places. It can be said that this is the most primitive battlefield.

Tild is the Lord of Hell who has occupied a gap.

It successfully killed the lord next door with a trick three days ago, and expanded its territory a little.When spreading his brood, Tild looked greedily at the direction of his east, and the countless compound eyes were full of longing.

In the chaotic hell, the ownership of the territory is changing almost all the time.

Except for one place -

City of Black Stone.

There is the territory guarded by the lunatic who calls himself "soul merchant".

The Wall of Hundred Insects, the River of Undead, the Peak of Thousand Ren, and the Royal City are all there.It can be said that it is the best place in the whole hell!There is the best sulfur lake, the closest to the gate of hell, and the peak of Qianren can block some fierce winds.

Most importantly, there is "Black Rock Castle".

All hell lords peep at that castle, instinctively eager to occupy it, the highest authority in hell.

Not without lords trying to snatch it.

In fact, the moment all the lords of hell look at it, they will feel endless greed—all evil creatures want to occupy a higher and more terrifying authority, and that castle is the highest authority in the entire hell. Splendid palace.But for more than 1000 years, no second lord has been able to successfully step there.

All the lords who tried to claim it failed.

Even in Hell, there were still so many battles around that castle that the scalps of all creatures tingled, and tremors rose from the depths of their souls.

Most of the higher creatures in hell have special abilities, and their inheritance is engraved in memory, and they have been possessed since birth.The older the race, the richer the memories.

Tild had seen some gruesome scenes in his inherited memory, which were the battles that broke out around the "Black Rock Castle".

——A swarm of black butterflies soared into the sky, drowning the tide-like army of bones.The terrible ancient lords who teamed up and the black-clothed devil who claimed to be just a "soul merchant" fought in mid-air, and both sides used everything.The final result of the battle was that the allied lords retreated, and the devil in black stood on the tower of the castle and slowly wiped his sword.

It's just a pity that there are too few memories passed down, and it doesn't know what happened in hell a long time ago.

And only the oldest lords know about "Black Rock Castle" and everything it stands for.But even for them, that seems to be a taboo that cannot be mentioned.

For so long, all the hell lords yearned for the castle made of black stone and snake bones from their nature, but there was always a veil over the past it represented.

Taboo, mystery, danger.

After peeking at the palace like a vicious dog salivating at bones, Tiede was drooling and prepared to return to his lair.However, just when it turned its countless compound eyes, a mutation happened.

A crack was suddenly torn open in the dark red sky of hell, and a blood-colored meteor fell from the crack, crashing towards the royal city.

The moment the meteor fell, the wind in the wilderness suddenly became violent, the sound was as sharp as the wail of a banshee, the air vibrated, and the sulfur boiled, as if a calm lake suddenly set off a monstrous turmoil.

At the moment when the meteor was about to fall on the castle, on the Blackstone Castle, the snake bones winding and entrenched on the mountain suddenly rose high, and all the pale and slender spurs were gathered in an instant, and the snake bones became strange and weird in an instant.And at the moment when the meteor fell, the giant snake's skull fully opened, and it let out a deafening roar towards the sky.

The roar was majestic and terrifying.

That is, Longming!

When he heard the dragon's cry, Tild suddenly understood one thing - the one that was entrenched on Blackstone Castle was not a snake bone, but the keel that was mistaken for a giant snake because it was too long!

That is the long neck and head of the dragon!

A flock of black butterflies soared into the sky like a carnival, flooding that space, and the dragon's cry from the white bones echoed for a long time, and the sound shook the ancient times.

The whole hell was clamoring.

All the ancient beings woke up from their long sleep, and they roared in disbelief.All the sound waves gathered together, the earth shattered in countless places, lava splashed, anger, fear... All strong and complicated emotions erupted in an instant.

The black butterflies dispersed, and the king opened his eyes in Dragon Skeleton Castle.

The moment he opened his eyes——

The Millennium Kingdom was brazenly opened.

………………

1433, spring.

"The Holy Lord forgave the sins of the world in this year, and we should repent with shame that we questioned God." The last court chronicler of the Blaise Kingdom used this sentence as the last sentence of the dynasty. Record.After finishing writing, he bowed obediently to the silver cross in the room.

After the mighty miracle came, the black death that made people fear disappeared.

At the moment when the angel appeared in the clouds, people's doubts about the Holy Court in recent years were blown away like dust on a diamond.The prestige of the Holy Court has reached an unprecedented peak. On the east side of the Abyss Strait, people flocked frantically to the embrace of God, knelt down in front of the priest, and kissed the backs of their feet.

After the miracle, the pope walked out of the Acellia Cathedral to the cheers of all the people who greeted him.

King Charles knelt at the Pope's feet, took off his crown, and offered his hands to the Pope.The moment the worldly crown overlaps with the divine crown, the Kingdom of God, is born.

The Kingdom of Bracy is history, replaced by:

"Holy Empire".

On the first day of the establishment of the Holy Empire, the Pope announced that the divine calendar will be implemented from now on, and 1433 will be changed to a sacred year.Silver crosses hang from all government offices.

The Pope, or the Emperor of the Holy Empire, the first thing he did after his coronation was to cleanse the heresy.

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Holy Empire, Pete Town.

In a hotel, a Qingjun poet with a sad face dipped in ink to write a letter.

"Dear Annie:

Forgive me for calling you "Annie", you know where I am.I must be careful, I must not leave any traces for them to find you.As long as there is a ten thousandth danger, I will not bring them to you-you know, I am willing to give up my life for you.

I don't know if I'm crazy or if the world is crazy.

Albee, my friend, has been put to death—for heresy! ! !

God!Albi, he is so kind, he can recite the holy book backwards, how could he be a heretic!They burned him just because he protested when that stupid and greedy priest Tom turned out to be Sheriff of Collin.

...Floggers are also considered heretics, but they are just devout believers who do nothing but sing and flog themselves—is it a sin to refuse luxury?I don't know why.

Can you believe it?I have seen many people who are extremely fanatical, but their fanaticism terrifies me.

... I believe in the Holy Lord, I believe in the Holy Lord, but are they really right?My dear lady, please be careful, anyone who behaves a little out of the ordinary may be considered a witch and a heretic these days.

I watched heresies increase day by day, and witches were everywhere, but I dared not say anything.

I think they're close to finding me.

……

What more can I say?

Can I write tender love poems for you again?Can I still touch your eyebrows?

What should the nightingale sing for? "

Just when he was about to write his name, the door of the room was smashed.

The poet was startled at first, then subconsciously grabbed a pile of manuscripts on the table and put the unfinished letter into his arms.When he had just finished all this, the knights of the Inquisition dragged him out.

The fire rack was erected in the square of the town, and the judges were dressed in black robes that symbolized the sacred majesty. They held the holy book in their hands, and devout believers had already surrounded them.

The poet is not alone in being judged together.

There are also old merchants, young virgins, blind old women who make a living from massaging people...

The first to be judged are the poets.

The judge held up a scroll with transcribed verses: "We should grieve the weak who are innocently despised / We should be reduced to servile executioners / We should want to be utterly foolish and pay homage to the stupidity of a bull's head / We should kiss Stunned fools / And adore / We bless the twilight of corruption[1]... How dare you write such blasphemous and sinful words?"

"I have not blasphemed the Lord." The poet tried to defend himself, but his voice was drowned in the angry reprimand of the crowd.

The crowd shouted loudly:

"Burn this heretic!"

"Sinner! Go to hell!"

"Burn him!"

……

The stone hit his face, blood flowed down, and the poet lowered his head in despair.

The interrogation continued.

"You have been accused of dealing with the devil. You wandered around at night because you were guided by evil spirits, didn't you?" the priest asked the terrified little girl.

The little girl choked: "I don't, I don't know."

"She lied! The red marks on her face are a contract with hell!" shouted the whistleblower in the crowd.

The poet turned his head and saw that the little girl had a red birthmark on her face.

"I don't know how to repent!"

The judge shouted angrily.

The little girl burst into tears.

The poet looked around—the potbellied priest with a gorgeous jeweled ring was sitting in the mayor's place, and everyone knew he was just a greedy fool; Suddenly he broke free from the knight holding him, and stood up:

"She is innocent!"

The crowd booed.

How does one heretic justify another witch?

Small stones came from all directions, and the poet was the first to be dragged to the stake, and the poems in his arms were scattered all over the place in the struggle.

"She is innocent!"

"She's not a witch!"

"That whistleblower just wanted a bonus!"

……

He was still yelling.

The person who reported the little witch was full of anger: "He's crazy! He's a lunatic!"

The priest delivered his sentence:

"David and Sibylah testify;

The world will melt in fire,

That day is the day of God's wrath,

When the judge comes in the future,

Everything must be cross-examined and strictly liquidated

how I shall tremble! [2]"

The knight throws the flames on the young poet.A piece of poem draft flew up, the poet saw his own words, and at the moment when the fire was burning, he let out a mournful wail.

He wailed, because the scarlet fire and pain distorted his face, but he choked up and explained to everyone:

"She's not a witch! We're not criminals!"

"You are the ones who are guilty! You are the ones who are wrong!"

In his voice, people trampled past his poems, no one paid attention to what was written on it, but cursed angrily:

"He's crazy!"

The end of the second volume of "Blood Tyrant"

The author has something to say: [1] Cited "Flowers of Evil" Baudelaire

[2] Citing "Requiem"

See you tomorrow, Volume [-] "Madman's Head".