After Becoming The Tyrant

The treacherous lord's thin wrist was clasped by a bloody pale hand, and its smug laughter was cut off at once.A few seconds ago, he was satisfied, but now he was trembling with fear. He broke the grasped wrist in an instant, and retreated a long distance after a while.

"You... you pretended to be dead? Impossible! You are obviously dead!"

The treacherous lord's voice was shrill and sharp, extremely ear-piercing.

It had clearly controlled the king just now and took back the authority granted to him!There is absolutely no way for a devil without authority to survive Basilisk's fatal blow.

The devil whose heart was pierced by Basilisk miraculously stood up from the throne.

He turned around, threw the severed arm of the treacherous lord on the ground, and bowed gracefully to the startled and angry treacherous lord: "Thank you for your support."

The treacherous lord's eyes moved from the devil to the king behind him. The king looked at the treacherous lord expressionlessly, and it finally reacted.

"You haven't taken back your authority at all! You've been performing since the beginning!"

The deceitful lord screamed hysterically, and the lord in the name of "deceitful" actually fell into someone else's conspiracy one day.It seems that this kind of situation where you think you are playing with people in the palm of your hand, but in the end you are in the calculations of others from the beginning to the end, is more stimulating to it than victory turning into failure in an instant.

It vaguely understood something, but still couldn't figure out how the king did it.

"A mortal... how can a mortal escape my control?!"

It shouted crazily and waved its severed arm.

"This place is forbidden."

The king folded his hands, resting on the power of the bones, he calmly looked at the crazy and treacherous lord, and gave an order.

The voice fell, and there was a muffled sound, and the figure of the treacherous lord appeared at the entrance of the hall.

The "Deceitful Lord" who was waving his severed arm in the hall was still roaring madly, but the face of the real treacherous Lord at the entrance of the hall was as gloomy as water.The devil walked towards the deceitful lord holding his sword, and when he passed by the "deceitful lord", the roaring "deceitful lord" disappeared with a snap.

"Why do you have to go so fast?"

The devil smiled, and the flesh and blood of the Basilisk piercing wound on his back was writhing and healing rapidly.

Only he and the king knew what was going on.

The treacherous lord guessed wrong, the king was really controlled by him just now.Because only in this way can they successfully deceive the extremely suspicious treacherous lord.But the power of authority was still with the devil—the king did not take it back.

That's another command.

Before the banquet began, when preparing for the battle, the devil and the king told the situation of the various lords of hell one by one.

When referring to the "Deceitful Lord", the devil smiled and asked the king: "No matter who you are, there will always be a seed of doubt hidden in your heart, Your Majesty. As long as you have the slightest distrust of me, then it can use that crack to make you You and I can kill each other, so...do you trust me?"

The moonlight was cold, and the devil still had that masked smile on his face. He looked at the king, waiting for an answer.

"Do not."

said the king flatly.

Not surprisingly, the devil spread his hands.

Such a cold answer is indeed his Majesty's usual style.This is a doomed answer... A king can never deliver 100% trust, let alone a... er, a devil who is full of lies?

"So..." The king crossed his fingers and looked up at him quietly, "an order."

Half of the king's face was illuminated by the moonlight, and the other half was hidden in the gloom.

"It is forbidden to return authority to me in battle."

The devil looked at him for a long time, and smiled slightly. He leaned over and took the king's hand, kissed the back of his hand, and said lightly, "Follow your order, Your Majesty."

This was an order that the lords of hell would never have imagined. No lord would issue such an order when he bestowed his power on others—it was equivalent to allowing betrayal.Who can guarantee that the knife will not turn its head and point at itself during the battle?

If the treacherous lord knew what the king had ordered, he would think his majesty was crazy, right?

The devil thought casually.

He stepped on the shriveled chest of the treacherous lord, and that kick was so fierce that the treacherous lord's ribs were all broken.The devil leaned down and grabbed the treacherous lord by the throat, then turned his head and smiled at the king: "Your Majesty, please allow me to leave for a while."

After the king gave permission, the devil dragged the treacherous lord with one hand and walked out of the palace.

"When you just glared at people with these rabbit eyes, I already crushed the head of a god." The devil said softly, and the smile on his face gradually became colder. "Who allows you to touch my treasure?"

With a bang, he slowly crushed the treacherous lord's eye socket.

Like the most handsome gentleman in the world, he crushed all the bones of the treacherous lord bit by bit with the rigor of a scholar doing research.He looked down at the treacherous lord coldly, fury accumulated in the depths of his pupils, as if a wild beast whose territory had been violated was tearing that ignorant fellow into pieces with its sharp claws.

"I've been meaning to do this for a long time."

whispered the devil.

He had long wanted to tear these guys into pieces little by little, so as to calm down the anger and hatred in his heart.

………………

The dragon wing warship hovered in the sky.

The treacherous lord's territory has been submerged in a sea of ​​flames, and the battleship swooped down from time to time, carrying the terrifying sound of the wind and crashing past.The pirates on the battleship roared and yelled excitedly. These desperadoes carried the most primitive elements of violence. Not only did the fierce fighting style of the dragon wing battleship not frighten them, but it aroused their fierceness. sex.

"One more time! One more time!"

The pirates waved their spears and yelled.

The dragon wing battleship hovered in mid-air, retracted its wings in response, and rushed down obliquely.

Kacha, Kacha, where the black iron battleship hit, the stone pillars collapsed, the palace was crumbling, and the death army on the ground was crushed to pieces like ants.

The pirates cheered and shouted for the battleship in unison. They tried their best to turn the rudder on the ship to control the balance of the details for the battleship, so as to prevent the battleship from crashing directly into the ground.

When Captain Hawkins was commanding and planning to launch another large-scale attack by the warship, the treacherous lord's palace completely collapsed with a "bang".The guard, who was still dying, stood there in a daze, motionless.

Captain Hawkins bit the root of the grass and waved his hand to stop the warship.

The dragon-like battleship is suspended in the air, casting a huge shadow that will shroud the ruined palace.

At this moment, a bright ray of light soared into the sky from the direction of the distant Blackstone Castle, the sound of a dragon came from afar, the strong wind blew across the earth fiercely, and the sky and the earth were filled with a creeping feeling that made people want to crawl. Humming, the air vibrating.

"Look!"

A pirate noticed something, he pointed to the ground not far away.

On the treacherous lord's territory full of jagged and strange rocks, a river of white mist gushed out of a place they thought was a crack.Soon the sound of the water was booming, and the flood roared and rushed from a distance. In an instant, the crack became a tributary of a long river of hell and undead.

In the hazy white mist, new undead were faintly born.

Greira watched this scene, she vaguely understood what happened.

Hawkins looked at her: "Successful?"

"Well, Your Majesty has succeeded." Gray put her hand on the railing, and she turned to look at the pirates: "Your Majesty won! We won!"

The pirates were taken aback for a moment, and then threw their hats high into the air: "Long live Legrand! Long live the king!"

The iron wings of the Dragon Wing battleship flapped slowly, making the sound of metal gears turning.

The battle is over and all that remains is triumph.

The warships slowly soared into the sky, and they turned around and flew towards Blackstone Castle.Along the way, Greira saw that on the land of hell, the dry river bed was filled with river water, and magma spewed out from the lake, like thousands of flowers and trees.

The Mengla crow flew out of the Qianren Peak carrying people from the military industry department. It looked at the torrential river of undead, and tears filled its eyes.

1000 years have passed, and with the long river of undead rushing to various places in hell, this cursed chaotic place finally revealed an orderly atmosphere once again.

Hell ushered in its order.

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

Blackstone Castle.

The blood servants dragged down the pile of corpses of the lords, and these corpses directly became their food.Although it sounds bloody, it is true. In hell, eating bones and sucking blood is justified. If a lord wants to grow up, he must have swallowed countless corpses.

The rule of grow strong or die is extraordinarily stark here.

After all the corpses in the temple were dragged away, the devil finally came in from outside the temple.

Basilisk's blow pierced his heart in the end. The reason why he didn't die was because the king gave him all his authority.

The blood had not yet solidified on the smooth rocky ground, and when the devil walked in, he saw at a glance his Majesty sitting on the throne surrounded by blood.The roof of the main hall was smashed by the lords. At this time, the moonlight fell coldly and sprinkled on the king.

The devil was still holding the keel sword that was dripping blood. They looked at each other from a distance, and neither of them spoke.

Tap, tap.

Holding the sword, the devil stepped forward stepping on the blood on the ground.

He walked up to the throne and half knelt down.

The king looked down at him.

The devil held the hand of the king wearing the bone ring, and the light of the bone ring flowed, and he returned the authority to the king.The king's hand was still stained with the blood that spattered when he was pierced through the heart by Basilisk. The devil saw it, and he laughed happily, so he lowered his head and kissed the back of the king's hand.

"Good evening, my dear Majesty."

said the devil.