After Becoming The Tyrant

Everyone is afraid of hell, and this is the place where all sins will eventually gather.

In the long and winding river of the undead in hell, the crowded souls have committed unforgivable mistakes. They came here not to wait for salvation but eventually fell into the bottomless abyss.

This is the dark side of the world.

The translucent undead sits on a jagged rock, and he wears ancient and complicated costumes. Many years ago, he was a court dramatist.Now he is sitting on the strange rock, singing a very old story with his hoarse bass in the howling wind.A story about contracts, blood and bones.

In the description of the story, the true face of this world is countless fragmented authorities, and different races run on the land, and go all out to ascend to the supreme throne.Different races have different powers, but humans alone do not.It's as if human beings are abandoned children between heaven and earth, born as grass and trees that are left to waste.Continuous war, never-ending death.In such an era, someone wanted to seize the highest throne in the world and smash all the chaos with power and majesty.

In that absurd story, a king with nothing made a pact with a lonely devil.

Their contract was destined to change the world from the moment it was born.

In the singing, the severe wind collided with the Qianren Peak and shattered into a whimpering sound. The skeletons were crawling on the ground, the smoke from the ironmaking blast furnace was strangled, meteors fell, and the keel raised its head...

It's like, for the story in that song, the world is falling apart.

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Dragon Bones Castle.

The crow Mengla perched on the slender rose branch, looking at the bone throne in the middle of the palace.

It was a throne made of shrunken bones of different hell creatures, gathered together, and then piled up with the most exquisite craftsmanship.The throne made of thousands of bones itself means a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.That throne has been vacant for many, many years, but now it once again has its master.

The king sits on the throne of bones.

He no longer wore the Pope's coronation crown, the gold and gemstones twisted and changed shape silently, and finally turned into a crown of thorns, dotted with dark red gemstones.A crown of thorns encircles his temples, his silver hair hangs down on his shoulders, and a lace scarf embroidered with silver threads is spread out on his collar and cuffs.

He opened his eyes.

The coldest, darkest, and most gorgeous palace in the world is printed in the king's ice-blue pupils.

The slender white bone pillars went straight up, supporting the staggered vault ribs, and those curved long beams were built with the ribs of genuine legendary creatures.Countless flying buttresses are lined up on the side of the palace, like thousands of winged beasts flapping their wings.The window lattices inside the castle are beautifully curved, forming thousands of patterns, and roses are everywhere.Starting from the rib frame like the open branches of ginseng, the rose spreads upward to the slender and luxurious fan-shaped vault, and the branches and leaves hang down around the bones.

The place with the deepest and deepest memory seems to have been gently touched.

An indescribable familiarity, like the wheel of time turning slowly, and more than 1000 years have passed by, and when the old man returns after more than 1000 years, everything remains the same as before.

"You are welcome, my dear majesty."

The devil stepped forward on a dark red carpet in a black dress with silver borders, with blooming roses pinned to his collar.This "soul merchant" from hell is tall and thin, pale and handsome, and as polite as a butler who has been guarding the mansion for his master for many years.

——Welcome to return to the throne, welcome to tear this world apart with me.

When he bent down to salute, his tone of voice hid unprecedented joy.

"What is this place?"

the king asked.

"Dragon Bones Castle, your palace."

the devil answered.

The crow Mengla was so excited that he almost wanted to cry, it imagined too many times that the throne had its owner.But when it was time to wait, it didn't dare to pounce on it and prostrate itself before the king.As the devil stood before the king's throne, their eyes collided, the king's face was expressionless, and the devil's face wore a mask of a smile.

The air was tense.

The devil seemed unaware.

"They are so rude." He said briskly, "Your arrival is such an important day, everyone should congratulate you... But please forgive them, after all, it takes a lot of time to come from various territories." time."

The "they" in the mouth of the devil are the king and his target-the lords of hell.

"So--"

The smile widened on the devil's face, and he extended his inviting hand to the king with grace.

"Would you like to attend a little dance? This is the castle's invitation to you."

When the devil's voice fell, all the rose vines coiled around the castle shook their leaves gently, and the rustling sound was as gentle as those beautiful souls who had left were whispering softly.A little snow-like light fell from the dome, and the empty palace had a diamond-like brilliance.

The wind passed between the slender pillars and beams, and the slender eaves of the flying buttresses like winged beasts unfolded. It turned out that the eaves were made of countless delicate weasel wing bones.When they unfolded again, the thin wing bones flapped gently in the wind like a conductor's club.The wind is cut by the thin wing bones, making a strange sound, like thousands of slender hands singing at the same time with the wind as the strings.The melody of those voices is extremely beautiful, forming a movement that has never been seen before.

The devil was right, it was indeed a welcome dance.

It was the castle that had been silent for many years that held this ball.

Over the heads of the devil and the king, the exquisite flower windows opened one after another, and a pale light slanted down from above their heads.And there stood the Devil in a beam of light, in his black ball gown, reaching out to the King.

Gollum, gollum.

A skull rolled in, and the crow Mengla spread its wings and landed in front of the skull. It found two drumsticks from nowhere, held them with its wings, and beat the drumbeats with the melody of the wind. .

"There's always dancing at a ball, Sire."

The devil invites.

The movement played with the wind as the strings is poignant but also has an unprecedented magnificence, as if the heaven and the earth are singing softly.The king felt a tinge of joy and anticipation—the joy and anticipation of the castle itself.Like Mon Ra with a drumbeat, the castle awaits their welcome from the king.

He stretched out his hand.

The devil took the king's hand with the rose ring, pulled him up, and took him off the throne.The moment the king accepted the devil's invitation, the melody of the wind suddenly became passionate, like dance music at a ball.The devil took the king by his arms and whirled him around in the middle of the empty palace.

The king attended quite a few balls. As Legrand's king, he had received the most complete etiquette training, including dancing.

But the dance the devil led him to was not any dance at a human banquet.

The melody of the wind was magnificent, and the devil held the king's hand with the rose ring all the time, and the king felt that the ring was getting hot.The rose vines wrapped around the white bones grew petals one after another, followed by the roses blooming with elegant melodies, and the petals were blown down by the wind continuously, and were carried to all directions of the castle.

In the dead rooms of the castle, when the rose petals fell, the silver coffins suddenly opened.

Out of the coffin came maids and servants dressed in Chinese clothes.

With their pale, delicate faces and dark red eyes, they began to make the castle splendid and splendid.

On the darkest side of the world, the devil embraces his king, dancing to a melody of bones and wind.And at the moment when the castle woke up, a cold light fell from the crack in the dark red sky of hell.

It's not the color of blood, it's not the orange of sulfur, it's a cold and pale light like snow.

The singing undead poets stopped, the kneeling skeletons raised their heads, the dead corpses hanging on the Qianren Peak turned slowly, and the restless lord of the abyss stopped making a sound.After so many years, other colors finally appeared on the dark red sky on the dark side.

A round of pale moon rose slowly from the gap, slender and curved, inlaid in the sky like a sickle white.

Hell suddenly fell silent.

"Welcome back."

whispered the devil, a smile on his lips.

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The scene of the meteor falling left a deep shadow on Tild, and by the time the moon rose in the sky of hell, it had a hunch that something bad had happened.

It struggled to understand from the other lords what the rising of the pale moon meant.

It's a pity that the lords who are similar in strength don't know about it, and the lords who know it are much stronger than it, so it dare not ask.

The only consolation is that apart from the dragon's roar that day, there was no other movement in that Blackstone Castle.

It probably won't be a big deal.

Tild comforted himself in this way.

Just when it was thinking this way, a black butterfly flew slowly into its nest.When he saw the black butterfly, Tild became vigilant almost subconsciously—all hell creatures knew that the black butterfly was the representative of the soul merchant.

hell!It doesn't seem to have done anything to provoke that lunatic, right?

In front of Tiede, the black butterfly shattered and turned into a black invitation card, fluttering down from midair.

Tiede looked at the invitation card as if he was facing an enemy, and he put it in front of his eyes after confirming that there was no danger.It was a very delicate invitation card, and the gorgeous style of the invitation card was like blood races who had disappeared from hell for many years.And on the invitation card, a piece of rose petal was used as the sealing seal.

"what is this?"

Taylor asked suspiciously.

At the same time, all the lords of hell received exactly the same invitation.

The content of the invitation is about a banquet, which will be held in a few days.

The address of the banquet——

Blackstone Castle.