After Becoming The Tyrant

If possible, few lords are willing to fight the devil who calls himself "soul merchant".Those who can live in hell are not good people, but the devil is definitely the one with the most murderous intentions among all the villains.

The huge black shadow rolled and hit, and the Mithril array pillars it passed were all smashed by it.The devil turned his wrist, and the black blood on the keel sword that cut off the ancient python's head flew out obliquely.He stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by piles of corpses.

He emptied the snakes driven by Basilisk.

hiss.

The snakes didn't rush to attack again, the Basilisk snake straightened up, its golden vertical pupils stared closely at the devil standing in the pile of corpses.In the battle just now, the pair of arms holding the sickle on Basilisk's side were cut off by the devil, and the flesh and blood on the wound slowly squirmed.As a price, the devil resisted a bone spur on Manticola's long tail.

At this time, the hall was quite empty.

After the battle between the devil and Basilisk broke out, the rest of the lesser lords, either caught up in the aftermath of the battle or fighting with the blood clan, withdrew from the hall.The battle here is no longer something small soldiers like them can intervene. The two armies are fighting, and the biggest stage is given to the most brave and terrifying generals.

Tick, tick.

Blood dripped from the tail of the dress, and the devil slowly raised his head, with that mask-like smile still on his face.

Basilisk was a little startled, the authority given to the devils by the king was stronger than they imagined, and the devils actually carried their group attack.Even, the devil took the lead in launching an attack, subtly suppressing them.

"Aha." The treacherous lord manipulated the monster Manticola and retreated to Basilisk. Its shriveled and wrinkled face had a pair of eyes that flickered, frighteningly bright, "Your Majesty, you know the true nature of authority. Do you know that in hell, breaking one's word is the rule of conduct?"

The treacherous lord glanced maliciously back and forth between the devil and the king.

On the throne, the king sat with his wine glass downcast, as if the fierce battle below had nothing to do with him.Countless black butterflies hovered beside him, and all the lords who approached the throne during the battle were stopped by them.

"It's not a wise choice for you to trust a soul merchant so much. Have you ever thought that your knight doesn't want you to grant authority? It's not as comfortable as giving it to others, right?"

A group of snakes swam around, and the sword edge in the devil's hand turned. He laughed briskly: "That's not the way to sow discord."

"I think, Your Majesty can only judge." The treacherous lord said, with a soft and sweet voice, "Your Majesty, listen, what has arrived—why did the reinforcements come so coincidentally?"

As soon as the treacherous lord finished speaking, a piercing voice came from above his head, like thousands of legions descending from the sky.The voice was hoarse and depressing, it was no longer the pecking sound of different birds just now, but like scales rubbing against rocks.

The king sitting on the throne raised his head subconsciously.

"Close your eyes! Your Majesty!"

The devil realized the accident and shouted.

But one step too late.

The moment the king raised his head, the treacherous lord made eye contact with him.

There was a secret smile on the face of the treacherous lord, and its pupils turned dark red at this moment.Countless spiral cracks are entrenched in its eyes, and its eyes are full of infinite attraction at this moment, like a vortex that can swallow everyone's soul, and boundless malice rushes out of that vortex.

Countless overlapping phantoms exploded in the king's mind, his icy blue pupils dilated slightly, and the fundus of his eyes was empty.

The flames of war, the color of blood, the fighting... Sad cries echoed around the king, he felt as if he was walking at the end of a barren world, with countless bones under his feet, his royal robe was broken, and blood flowed down his hands.His people abandoned him...he was betrayed, betrayed.

A sword pierced through his heart, and he turned his head vigorously, wanting to see who betrayed him in the end.

Almost in an instant, the devil's already pale face became even paler, and the black butterflies hovering around the throne suddenly became weak, and each one of them seemed to be pulled back and fell to the ground.

The lords who had been waiting for a long time seized this opportunity. They exploded, broke through the defense of the black butterfly from the left and right sides like lightning, and stretched out their sharp claws towards the king on the throne.

The devil turned without hesitation, and rushed towards the king.

On the wrinkled monkey face of the treacherous lord, the smile became more and more mysterious, the patterns in its pupils swirled, and the malice in the swirl flooded the king's world.

... The blade of the sword was so cold that it could freeze the soul, and blood dripped down. He turned his head hard, and the face of the traitor was reflected in his pupils.

—Pale face, mask-like smile.

"No matter who it is, there will always be seeds of doubt hidden in the heart, especially the king."

The smile on the face of the treacherous lord was extremely joyful. It was short in stature, but after it was attached to Mandikola's back, it could still overlook the entire hall from a high position.

The devil half-kneeled in front of the throne, and the corpses of the lords who had pounced on the king were lying around, their heads neatly decapitated by the sword.But the head of the devil who swung that stunning sword also slowly hung down—the snake tail of Basilisk pierced his heart.

Viscous blood flowed down the icy tail of the snake and fell to the ground like a trickle.

The deceitful lord looked at this scene triumphantly. In this world, there is no one who does not have a gap in his heart, and as a lord who masters deceit, he is closer to a snake than Basilisk. There is no creature that cannot be controlled by it.Human beings are the creatures with the most inner gaps in this world.

What about the craziest devil?

It's not that you have to die under the terror of people's hearts.

The king's pupils were empty, his knight died in front of him, but he was indifferent, sitting on the throne like a delicate puppet.

Basilisk pulled out his snake tail, and it walked over the corpses on the ground, slowly approaching the throne, and its heart was filled with ecstasy.In the hall at this time, only it and the treacherous lord were left, and the rest, whether it was the snake group or the little lord, were dead, and their bodies were floating in a pool of blood.

As Basilisk approached the throne, it opened its mouth wide, and its beak tripled in size in an instant, trying to devour the puppet-like king in one gulp.

clang--

Sparks splattered.

The smile on the treacherous lord's face froze slightly. When Basilisk stepped forward to devour the king, it manipulated Mandikola to launch a sneak attack on Basilisk.But Basilisk seemed to have eyes behind his back, and the arm hanging by his side swung violently, and a shield blocked the blow it was determined to win.

"Do you think I'll be overwhelmed with joy and forget to be on guard?"

A gloomy voice sounded, and Basilisk, who had just been dazzled by the power within reach, turned his head slowly, staring at the treacherous lord with diamond-shaped vertical pupils.

"Oh oh, that's unexpected."

The treacherous lord was not ashamed at all, it laughed loudly, and still stared at Basilisk with a trace of dark red eyes.

"The lord of Basilisk, known for his recklessness, was so vigilant."

The alliance just now became a deadly enemy in an instant, and both Basilisk and the treacherous lord were accustomed to this.In hell, it's no big deal, intrigue and cunning is what hell is about, isn't it?It's ridiculous that the devil who calls himself "soul merchant" is as loyal as a real knight in front of his monarch.

Basilisk sneered, and rushed towards the treacherous lord without hesitation.

There is only one throne, and the person who peeps at the throne can only sit on it if he is the last one left.

The control ability of the treacherous lord is indeed terrifying, but its body is too fragile.It was precisely because of this that after the battle broke out, the treacherous lord directly parasitized on the more powerful Mandikola without hesitation.Seeing Basilisk rushing towards him, the treacherous lord controlled Mandikola to back away without hesitation.

It whistled hard.

After the sharp whistle sounded, a series of ear-piercing scraping sounds exploded, and with a "boom", the huge black stone collapsed, and several figures descended from the sky and rushed towards Basilisk.

The remaining lords who did not participate in the banquet left the battlefield outside, left their soldiers and rushed directly into the Black Stone Castle.

"You actually believe it?!"

One of Basilisk's left arms was torn off, and it growled in shock and anger.

"It is impossible for deceit to give you authority! You are allied with it, just wait to be bitten back!"

"Of course, my allies are not fools, Mr. Basilisk." The treacherous lord hid outside the battlefield, "but have you been brains changed by humans? Hell, who is not a good hand at betrayal and betrayal. We just I think you are strong enough, and the power falls into your hands, so it is not easy to redistribute it. Evenly distributing the power is better than not getting it at all, right?"

Its laugh is triumphant.

The wind poured down from the hole at the top of the hall, making it feel cold.

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

Greila stood on the steel deck, the wind blowing at high altitude made people feel the cold seeping in through the cracks in the bones.

The battleship flew at a high altitude where even the Volwe pirates were terrified, quietly hiding in the thick dark clouds, like a lurking dragon.Basilisk, they felt that they recruited the army early enough and arranged it patiently enough, but the king was earlier and more patient than them.

In fact, when the group of alien birds besieging Blackstone Castle pretended to be clouds and entrenched in the sky, the Dragon Wing Battleship was in the high-altitude clouds above their heads.

As the leader of the birds, Basilisk is used to driving strange birds to launch surprise attacks from the sky. It never thought that there are people flying higher than the birds.

Grela wore special glasses and looked down.When the different birds attacked the castle, the Dragon Wing battleship set off silently, traveling all the way, dark clouds piled up all year round on the dark red sky, becoming the best protective color of the battleship.

"Snakes are eating each other."

She sighed softly.

From Jenny, Greira learned about the "Old Testament of Hell" and the ancient curse that doomed chaos to hell.Greira, who was flying high in the sky overlooking everything, felt the existence of that curse more clearly than anyone else.

When the one-third of the lords who did not attend the banquet led the army out to attack the Blackstone King City, Greira saw another army come out of the abyss and invade the territory of these lords in a mighty manner.The strength of the hell lord is composed of "domain" and "authority", no matter which one is lost, it will be severely damaged.

"Whose troops belonged to them?"

Greira asked Hawkins.

"Deceitful Lord." Captain Hawkins casually opened a bat with a grass root in his mouth and sent the king's order, "Your Majesty has an order—"

"attack!"

The dragon-wing warship folded its wings, swooped down from the sky, and rushed towards the treacherous lord's territory.

………………

The smell of blood in the Blackstone King City was so strong that it was disgusting.

"It's such a pity, it's time for everyone to call the curtain down together."

The treacherous lord climbed off Manticola's back, and it seemed to bow towards the corpse on the ground.

The battle between the lords who arrived later and Basilisk was as fierce as the previous battle between the devil and the lord. Basilisk, who had become a trapped beast, broke out ten percent of his skills in order to survive.More than half of the lords who thought they could easily solve Basilisk were torn to pieces by it.

"what have you done?!"

Before the Lord of Doom was about to die, he asked in amazement.It thinks that it is careful enough, and is always on guard against the sneak attack of the treacherous lord after killing Basilisk.As a result, the Lord of Deception directly launched a frontal attack, and at the moment it attacked, the Lord of Doom felt that most of his strength had suddenly been lost.

"It only needs to be done once if the sneak attack fails." The treacherous lord smiled, and it bowed to the doomed lord again, "Thank you for your selfless help, I will accept your territory with a smile."

The Doom Lord's eyes widened. Just before he died, he suddenly remembered that before attending the king's banquet, the Deceitful Lord was the most active participant in the agreement. It's not that there are no lords who are afraid of the ancient curse, but the Deceitful Lord spared no effort in fueling the flames.Finally, with today's battle situation.

Two-thirds of the lords came to the castle without a single soldier to lull the vigilance of the king and the devil.After the battle broke out inside the castle, the remaining lords then attacked the king's territory with all their strength, weakening the authority granted to the king by the Old Testament of Hell.

"I didn't expect that you would actually come out in full force." The treacherous lord lamented hypocritically, "Who would believe that my little army can occupy one-third of the territory of hell."

Its tone should have been a little more hypocritical, but it was so proud that it couldn't help but bring out a piercing smile like a night owl.

The Lord of Deceit stepped over the corpse of the Lord of Doom. It was so small that it didn't even reach the chest of an ordinary man. Its monkey-like paws dragged a sword, and it clattered towards the throne.

"Gentlemen, I hope you can remember—in this world, force is not the strongest."

It sings like a poet, baring its white teeth.

Just like there were so many powerful existences in the Wall of Worms back then, but in the end it was a short, deformed guy like it that crawled out.

On the throne, the silver-haired Lord of the Rose Family looked down at the knight who died in front of him.

After the death of the devil, the treacherous lord loosened his control over the king—after all, the Old Testament still exists, and using that ability to control the monarch for a long time is also a great burden for the treacherous lord.

The king, regaining consciousness, said nothing in the ensuing melee, but reached out and placed his hand on top of the dead devil's head, his fingers digging into the devil's black hair.

From the beginning to the end, no lord took care of him.

Without the devil, in this hell, it is impossible for a mortal king to even escape, and anyone can easily be crushed to death.Probably because of this, after the death of the devil, the king simply sat on the throne and watched silently, waiting for the birth of the last kingslayer.

Mortals, mortals, it's just so sad.

"I think the crown on your head is more suitable for me."

The treacherous lord grinned at the king, raising his greatsword aloft.

The king looked at it calmly, his icy blue pupils were like the northern sea on a winter night.

"Sorry, sir, I don't think it's appropriate at all."

An exceptionally polite voice sounded, and this voice was familiar to the treacherous lord.

"In addition, I sincerely suggest that you learn how to sow dissension qualifiedly."