After Becoming The Tyrant

The devil stood still.

The sky suddenly darkened quickly.

One moment the dark red setting sun covered the world like blood, and the next moment thick black clouds swept over in large swaths.The shackles of the Northland were opened, and the ground was scraped like a cold knife, flying sand and rocks, and the sound was like a ghost crying.

Medieval nights belong to the devil, to the grotesque, to everything that is most ghastly and darkest imaginable.

If there is any unlucky guy wandering in the wilderness at this time, the howling of wild wolves mixed in the wind is enough to scare his guts.Not to mention the other hideous things that gradually appeared in the darkness.

The night owl's sneering cry came from far away. If you stretch your field of vision a little, you will see the scene that makes the saints tremble—the graves in the wild opened their mouths one after another, and the shrouds The wrapped Xingkuo staggered out from inside.

They came towards where the devil stood, like a pack of wolves tempted by the smell of blood.

——To be precise, it should be heading in the direction where the king left.The devil just happens to be on the very line they must cross in their pursuit.

"what."

The devil seemed to remember something.

"Today is the day Saint Val died... The way she was pierced by bones in her chest seems to be still in yesterday."

Any priest would have been horrified and indignant had he heard him refer to the "death of Saint-Val" in such contemptuous and casual tones.In the war between darkness and light 1000 years ago, the holy lord's mortal favored person, the pure white Saint Val, fell.Her blood stained the silver holy symbol.

The dark creatures rejoiced the day she fell.

Since then, the Saints mourn their saint on September 9.And witches, werewolves, vampires... They will hold a grand meeting belonging to witches and demons on the top of the mountain. [23]

But it was a long time ago, but from the devil's mouth it seemed that he was there, and even played a special role.

"It really is a good day."

The devil rejoiced, holding a scarlet rose in his hand, beaming as if he was about to go to a lover's banquet.

He was in such a good mood that he did not hesitate to show a handsome smile to the guests behind him: "Good evening, everyone, welcome to this humble stage."

Alas, the most hospitable castle owner could not welcome his guests with more graciousness and decorum.

What can be called a "guest" by the devil is not something that can enter the church:

The Ladies of the Night Traveler came on long roads from the darkness on beasts, and they obeyed the Moon-goddess, the Mistress of the Night, Diana, as they obeyed their own mistress.The monks in black followed closely behind a big man, and to the left of the big man was a death knight holding a black flag.Madame Pamphel, half man, half bird, groomed her wings.There are faint shadows of werewolf patrolling in the north...

Like the undecomposed corpses in the tombs, these dark creatures with higher intelligence came after them smelling the breath in the darkness.

Ordinary people, priests, astrologers...they can't smell that breath, only the beings in the dark can smell it.It was a delicious smell of blood that was so sweet to them, enough to drive them mad.

It's not like the mortals, the goddamned priests.To dark creatures, their blood smelled like a roadside sewer.And the smell of blood is so sweet, it reminds them of a thousand years ago, when darkness ruled the land.

Like the most gorgeous red rose.

The smell of blood only spread a little during today's special time, and those who smelled the smell had already come from afar.

"It's a pity, the time is too late, otherwise I would ask you to convey your greetings to my old friends."

Holding a rose in his hand, the devil bowed apologetically to the gathered "guests".

His "guests" were utterly inexplicable.

They looked at each other, most of the dark creatures near the city of Tru and the Moon River Fortress knew each other.Then they looked at this strange devil standing on the hill together, as if no one knew him.

The half-human, half-bird Mrs. Pamphel looked at the handsome and luxurious devil. Her nose and nails had turned into beaks and claws. At this moment, she combed her feathers gracefully with her pointed beak. Asked sharply, "Where did you come from, strange devil? I haven't seen a devil like you in a long time... God, your kind are really unlovable."

The big man leading the friars in black is much more concise.

He shouted in a rough voice: "Get out of the way of the devil, don't hinder us from hunting souls. Get out of the way, devil. I don't care where you come from, or join us and tear the rarest crimson soul with us into pieces, or be torn to pieces by us... You don't want to have a feast to yourself, do you?"

The devil stood on the hill, and he straightened up.

Facing the vigilance of the big man, the devil was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed wantonly.

The laughter became louder and louder, revealing such a thick evil.

The big man angrily removed the huge hammer from his back, which was dripping with blood.

The devil's laughter suddenly disappeared.

Holding the red rose, he laughed loudly one second, and the next second rage had swept through his eyes. ——From this point of view, the devil's uncertainty is comparable to His Majesty the King who has signed a contract with him.

"I'm not in the habit of sharing treasures. Maggots."

he said coldly.

"His soul is mine alone."

declared the devil.

Torrential rain poured down without warning.

………………

Their majesty the King is worse than ever.

The negotiating missions are aware of this.

The success of the negotiations from the Blaises did not please the king one bit.He ignored everyone's exhaustion, and strongly ordered the convoy to rush back to the castle as soon as possible, before dark.

The negotiation site is located between Moon River Fortress and Tru City, and it is indeed possible to run at full speed.

However, no one thought that the sky would get dark so quickly.

One moment the sky was still blood-red, and the next moment it was dyed black, so dark that it could drip ink.Not only that, there was also a strong wind that was so cold to the bone that everyone trembled involuntarily.Bad luck with this damn weather, even if they hadn't left the bivouac.

Any tent would be blown into the sky in the face of such a strong wind.

Abnormal weather, thick darkness... All these make people feel strong anxiety.

The steward lit the king's lamp, and the iron knights lit their torches.The wind was too strong. Although the torches treated with special methods were not blown out directly, the fire was pitifully small, and it was no better than matches.

The horses kicked their hooves frequently and snorted one after another anxiously.

—It was almost like hell had opened a hole.

The Chief of Internal Affairs couldn't help but think so.

The king was sitting in the carriage. Although he was wearing a thick and warm cloak, his face was paler than anyone else's.His head started to hurt, as if a knife was scraping it little by little... He didn't know whether it was the sequelae of rebirth or an old problem he had already had.

The steward came to ask him what to do next.

The king rested his back on the cold metal carriage and replied calmly.

His cover was so perfect that no one could hear him.

Under the king's order, everyone drew their weapons and moved forward vigilantly.Although they don't know why the king is so vigilant, in this environment, it is always right to be cautious.May God bless them who trudge through darkness.

Tonight is the death of Saint Val, and the Lord is angry and saddened by the loss of His favored one.

Tonight, He does not bless the common people.

"defense--"

The convoy climbed up a small hill with difficulty, and the experienced knight commander suddenly felt a chill run up his spine.Before he had time to think about why, he immediately raised his shield.

His voice was ripped apart by the wind.

Amidst the din of people and horses, the sound of sharp arrows piercing through the air was somewhat shrill.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The knights shouted loudly.They immediately gathered at the front of the convoy, erected solid shields, and formed a defensive wall in an instant.

clang - clang - clang -

The arrows hit the shield one after another, and the iron arrows collided with the iron shield, making a series of crisp sounds.

Everyone should be grateful for the strong wind that made them so embarrassed!They happened to be upwind, while the enemy drew their bows and shot arrows against the wind.If it weren't for the wind that cut the iron arrow's speed and strength by more than [-]%, they must have suffered casualties by this time.

who is it?

Horror passed through almost everyone's heart.

who is it?An ambush here?Who is so bold as to put Legrand's king to death?

The only one who had expected it was probably the king himself.

Almost as soon as he heard the uproar, the king immediately grabbed the sword and whip that were lying beside him, and jumped down from the chariot.The head of housekeeping paled with fright at his unexpected behavior.The king was in no mood to pay attention to him, grabbed his own steed, and turned on the saddle.

"His Majesty!"

The head of housekeeping thought he was going crazy.

The arrow stopped.

The enemy also discovered that their plans had failed.In such high winds, any rain of arrows would be a joke.They stopped their futile actions.

The king rode past the caravan and went straight to his knights.

A bolt of lightning tore through the black sky.

The world is illuminated at this moment, and all things show their true colors in the cold whiteness.

The king saw his enemy.

Under the hill, the withered yellow grass was blown to the ground by the wind.Across a wetland, a group of terrifying cavalry was illuminated by lightning.

He heard the trembling voice of the head of internal affairs behind him: "Ancient... Gulundi cavalry!"

In the pale light of the lightning, those heavy cavalry were as black as a shadow.They have the most exquisite armor and the most terrifying cavalry on both sides of the Abyss Strait.They were sitting on tall horses that were powerful and heavily armored like humans, with arrows on their backs, and chilling cavalry spears in their hands. [2]

Their breastplates glowed.

They are the descendants of the sea barbarians who invaded the Western Continent in the twelfth century before.

World snowstorms.

The king faced his enemies at a distance.

The author has something to say: [1] Refer to the medieval night of Valbugis.Valbugis, the female saint, held a witching party on the mountain on the eve of her festival with wizards and witches.

[2] See Lombard heavy cavalry.They were distributed in northern Italy and possessed the most exquisite armor and the most terrifying and best-protected cavalry in Europe at that time.Their horses were heavily armored, and their weapons were cavalry lances.In Dan Jones's description, they are "enough to drive anyone who witnesses them out of their wits".