After Becoming The Tyrant

Abyss Strait, east side.

After the black dragon was killed and the news of the defeat of the Balin column mercenaries was sent back to the holy court, the Pope sighed softly.

"It really is an alchemist."

He whispered, like a judgment that had been speculated for a long time was confirmed.

One thing was delivered to the Pope across the Abyss Channel under the escort of the fleet through the hands of the Director of the Judgment Bureau.It was a crystal ball that belonged to a witch. The Judgment Bureau had hunted down countless witches since 1000 years ago, and the Holy Court had preserved a lot of things that belonged to witches.

This crystal ball records the whole process of the black dragon being beheaded by the alchemy knight.

The Seventh Sanctuary of the Holy Court has already reproduced a copy. At this time, they are repeatedly observing the recorded abilities of the alchemy knights and comparing them with the many files preserved by the Holy Court.

Except for the killing of the black dragon, the defeat of the Bahrain mercenaries was nothing to the huge Holy Court.The Pope never expected that in the Legrand Empire, the rebellion would cause serious damage to the family.On the other hand, the purpose of the pope has also been achieved——

The recruitment of the expeditionary force has been carried out in an orderly manner, and the believers of the Holy Lord have gathered in various countries.When the Balin column mercenaries and the head of the jury set off a war in Legrand, tens of thousands of Holy Court troops gathered.

All the price paid is worth it.

The hired mercenary army forced Legrand to take special measures to drive popular anger against the greedy nobles.The slaughtered descendants of the black dragon let the alchemy knights hiding in the dark enter the battlefield ahead of schedule.Although King Legrand was able to take advantage of this chaos and temper his empire into an iron plate for a short time, the Holy Court also got what he wanted at the price of not touching the backbone.

It's like two immortal camps are attacking, and for some purpose, they have reached an alternative "cooperation" in a subtle way.

This cruel dance of death is spinning rapidly, unpredictable before the knife is drawn.

"Legrand, Purlin I."

The Pope stood up, alone in the room.

He pressed a mechanism in the study, and the ancient wooden bookshelf slid aside, revealing a long secret passage full of ancient paintings.The candles in the dark passage burned automatically one by one as the air was poured in, and the flames were bright.The candlelight shone on the painting, illuminating countless picture scrolls that would never appear before the eyes of believers.

This is the history hidden by the Holy Court.

About the Gods, the Millennium Kingdom and the Battle of Judgment.

For 1000 years, the Holy Court has carefully concealed them.Even within the Holy Court, it is also top secret.

The pope walked in, and along the corridor, the ancient pictures were painted with unknown pigments, and the colors were still as bright as ever after a long period of time.All the old gods of the countries of the abyss and the kingdoms of the hopeless inner sea are painted, and there are many forgotten old gods, each of whom stands high in the sky with weapons.The world is divided into three layers, sky, ground and underground.The sky is the realm of the gods and the bright side of the world. There are towering buildings that are unimaginably suspended in the sky. The ground is the human world, a place where light and darkness intersect. There are all kinds of mortals, good or evil.The bottom is hell, which is the dark side of the world, with red fire, sulfur, black rock and wasteland, where demons entangle and fight like snakes.

In that era, the representatives of the gods mixed with the dark creatures of hell on the ground at the same time.The human world has become the most complicated melting pot in the world.

In the middle of the promenade, there is a scene depicting the eve of the destruction of the ancient city of Billy, the wise Percy deciphered an ancient language.

The clouds in the sky are as red as blood, the abyss on the sea is boiling, the thick fog is raging in the darkness, and countless shadows are full of mistakes. From top to bottom, they are all shrouded in a terrible pressure of depression.Above the ancient city of Billy, dark clouds piled up like mountains, and thunder swam among them like snakes and dragons.

The elders of the ancient city knelt on the square, the crowd avoided the wise man far away, and even his students were afraid to touch him.Only the skinny wise man held the ancient scroll in his hand, driven by some kind of power, and read out the terrifying and eternal prophecy... or called it a curse.

"The earth will be turned forever, and the humblest one will dominate the cemetery, the bottom will be the top, and the top will be the bottom, endlessly, like two sides of a coin, changing forever."

After the prophecy was interpreted, the storm fell suddenly, and the thunder destroyed the ancient city of Billy.

After that, there is an endless war, sometimes it is a war between gods and gods, sometimes it is a war between gods and demons, and sometimes it is a war between demons and demons.In the turmoil of war, human beings are like a duckweed in the waves, being swung from left to right, living in the cracks.Gradually, however, human shadows began to join the battle.

And from then on, a shadow of a throne began to appear in the sky, and it gradually became clear from blur.All races, all beings, strive to climb to it.

The painting in the middle was blank for a long period, and the pope walked past the empty wall and came to the end of the corridor.

There is the last painting there.

The pope stood in front of the last painting, looking up at it.

On the screen, there are no camps in the battle, and it seems that the true face of the world is only fighting.

Gods fight gods, gods fight demons, gods fight mortals, mortals fight demons, demons fight demons... Finally, mortals fight mortals.In the sky, there is a throne that has just condensed its embryonic form. The throne is empty, and the crown is being broken and destroyed under the blood-red moon.

This is a sad picture, frozen in the world's greatest irony, the bloodiest battlefield, the most tragic death, the most shameful betrayal.

"How can people expect gods to save themselves?"

The Pope looked at the painting and said softly.

Apart from him, there is no one else in the secret path, history and truth are hidden in the shocking paintings, and time seems dry here.

………………

Night fell gradually.

The devil walks in the night, roaming the streets and alleys of Mezl Castle.It was rare that he did not appear directly in the king's room, and walked in the king's capital city for the first time.

He didn't deliberately hide himself.Passing drunks and night watchmen, these urban night-stalkers saw a strange nocturnal traveler who seemed to them an oddity—tall and lean, in an elegant black suit, strutted A black umbrella. Under the black umbrella, one can see a scarlet rose pinned to his clothes.

A drunk stood in front of him with a wine jar.

This unlucky guy, who was enough to make the whole hell applaud him, was lucky enough to meet him face to face.Skin pale enough to be human, cheekbones high and menacingly thin.This is a guy who, although handsome, is so gloomy that even the most dissolute Mademoiselle Moulin Rouge would not want to approach.

His pupils were so dark that nothing could be printed, and all the light would be swallowed by the utterly malicious darkness.

The devil passed by the drunken bum without a sound, and the guy behind him fell straight down after he passed.All eyes peeping at this elegant "fat sheep" in the darkness disappeared in an instant.

a city.

The city of mortals, the city of your majesty.

The slightest sound in the city falls into the ears of the devil.

Good, bad, chaotic... All emperors should know that no matter how great they are and how much they love their people, there will always be someone who will yell at him and criticize him in every possible way in the country.

His Majesty should know this.

His Majesty knows this.

The devil stood on a street, listening to the voices mixed with dissatisfaction with the king, gently turning the black umbrella.Since going to the extreme north, the devil has been suppressing his violence.The thought of wanting to destroy the whole world together cannot be calmed down even after the death of the world snake.

even intensified.

Those things that he did not want to think of, that made him angry, were awakened by its words in the battle with the world snake, and then lingered in his mind.

Once, he failed to catch his Majesty.

………………

The sword of the traitor pierced the king's heart, and the world fell into an endless fight. Whether it was a god, a group of demons or a mortal, they were all fighting to the death in chaos.He crossed half of the battlefield and found his contractor on that deserted beach.The crown of the sky is cracking and shattering, and his soul is disappearing little by little.

"Your Majesty, you have violated the contract."

he said hoarsely.He embraced the king from the pool of blood, he was covered in blood, and his king was also covered in blood, fighting in the world, they stood alone in a place where no one cared.

"Your soul should belong to me."

He's not grieving, the devil doesn't have that kind of thing.He was just angry, angry that the treasures that belonged to him were destroyed by others.

It should have been his in the end.

Those icy blue pupils were printed with dots of ruined thrones and crowns in the sky. He didn't answer, but handed the bone scepter to the devil.

The devil has been deprived of his name, and his power comes from the authority of the king, but now the person who gave him power will disappear completely.He will once again become the lonely and angry cursed man who was banished to the end of the world long ago.

In this war that destroyed almost everything, the crown and throne were destroyed, and the only bone scepter left was the last royal authority that had not dissipated.

Now the king handed it to the devil.

Why give it to me?The devil thought, I am a sinister, cunning, vile and shameless devil.With the power of bones, I can tear up the contract. Anyway, you are completely destroyed. I can't even get a piece of soul. I don't need to serve you anymore.Are you counting on a hellish devil with a conscience to dutifully serve you after you've dissipated?

Stop kidding.

"Your Majesty, are you really going to hand over the scepter to a devil who is full of lies? Are you not afraid that your royal city will change its owner?" His voice was as frivolous as ever.

"God has given us the greatest power, but at the same time it requires us to pay the heaviest price to get it." The king's pupils were printed with the phantom of the crown that was gradually cracking in the sky, "The contract says that we will overthrow the world together, so never Terminate, never lay down your sword... this is an order."

Final order.

The fighting on the battlefield is still going on, gods are constantly falling, and the lords of hell are constantly dying. There are many bones and corpses.In such chaos, the king's voice was almost inaudible.

But the devil could hear clearly.

He froze for a while.

That's what they said when they first met, "Never stop, never give up the sword".

"Well, if that's your order."

He was quiet for a while, and took over the bone scepter.

The sky is dim and the ground is dark, the wind is like crying, the world is reduced to a battlefield, and the battle is fierce, but it is also as silent as death.He hugged his Majesty and sat on the jagged black stone, watching the long river of sulfur gradually dry up and recede, watching corpses fall one after another.His Majesty was as quiet as he was, eerily quiet.

"……His Majesty?"

After what seemed like a long time, he yelled in a low voice.

It should be the same as usual, His Majesty would only raise his eyes slightly, and was too lazy to answer silently.

The devil put his hand over the king's eyes.

"Good night, Your Majesty."

………………

He walked to the gate of the palace, stood there for a long time in the slightly cold wind, and then walked in quietly.

Just like when he rushed to take the king's soul away, the guards of the palace did not find him.He walked through the familiar corridors, and finally pushed open the door gently.

Moonlight fell into the room from the window and fell on the high-backed chair by the window.

The monarch with silver hair and blue eyes sat on a chair, not yet asleep.

"Should I say 'good night'? My dear majesty."

The devil was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile.

"Then shall I say 'how are you,' knight?" the king retorted.

"If you wish."

The king looked at him, his smiling face like an impeccable mask.

"Hello, knight."