After Becoming The Tyrant

The sky was gloomy.

The rain fell on the pitch-black ground, but when it splashed again, it took on a dark red light, just like cold rain falling from the sky, but when it splashed, it turned into fiery rain.

Skeletons wrapped in shrouds are lying everywhere, and the wild beasts of the Night Traveling Ladies lay down on the ground tamely, their heads rolled down not far away, and blood gurgled from their cavities—the ground is full of Blood, but ordinary people may not see it.The blood was extremely viscous, and the puddles could not be washed away by the rainstorm, and only spread out irregular outlines in all directions.

As for the big guy wielding the hammer...

Alas, his disintegration into pieces was too short and quick.If you are willing to pick up the soil and carefully distinguish it, maybe you can find a little bone residue?

This level of cruelty is rare even in the dark world.

The half-human, half-bird Mrs. Pamphel flapped her wings to escape the terrible dark rain, but just as she flapped her wings and took off, an elegant voice rang in her ears.

"Madam, are you not with them?"

The gentle wind brushed Madam Pamphel's cheek, and the next moment her head fell from the air.

The last black-clothed monk trembled and looked at the devil standing in the darkness. He forgot that he had already betrayed his faith, and made a sign of the cross on his chest: "Impossible, you...you are..."

"Shh."

The devil put his pale and slender index finger to his lips, and resumed his smiling expression.The monk in black would rather be judged by those in the Holy See than see him confirm his words.

"Be careful, Monsieur Friar. It's not time to say that name yet."

The monk in black groaned and was reduced to ashes.

"Sorry, time is limited, so I have to ask everyone to sleep forever."

The devil bowed towards the wreckage in a resemblance.

A bit of scarlet fluttered down from mid-air.

"what."

The devil raised his head, and his mood suddenly turned bad again.

"These damned guys, they almost destroyed my Rose!"

He stuck the red rose on his chest, perhaps a piece fell off when he sent Mrs. Pamphel on the road.The devil stretched out his pale hand and caught the rose petal falling from the sky.

The petals are scarlet in color, as if soaked in blood.

The devil gently pinched the petal and took it into his mouth. The rose turned into real blood in his mouth... This was the drop of blood that dripped from His Majesty's fingertips at that time. For the rose on the devil's clothes.The devil sighed.

He snapped his fingers.

The black Fiendfire ignited silently in the rain, burning up the corpses all over the place.

The devil turned around and looked in the direction the king had left.

He really likes such a stormy night.

This is the time for all the gore, all the viciousness, all the betrayal and death.

"Now." His tone became brisk, "My dear majesty, please let me pick up your beautiful soul."

Since he was going to pick up his dear Majesty, it was natural to have a pomp worthy of His Majesty's honorable status.This makes the devil a little embarrassed... He has never paid much attention to these things. He has obtained too many things through disgraceful means, but he has not used them much.After thinking for a moment, the devil clapped his hands.

A lake of fire and sulfur appeared on the ground.

The rainwater fell into the boiling lake of fire, instantly filled with a vast expanse of white air.The lake of fire churned, and magma splashed onto the surrounding land, which was quickly scorched black...something slowly rose from it.

It's a carriage.

With a deep neighing, the person pulling the carriage was a nightmare shrouded in gray mist.After the nightmares walked out of the lake of fire, the lake filled with sulfur gradually shrank.

In the end there was nothing left on the ground except a carriage that only the most insane patients could imagine.

Seriously, I don't know what beast's spine constitutes the four corner pillars of the carriage.The exquisite bone wings of bats and sickle weasels spread out the magnificent carriage walls in a wonderful way, the thin snake skeletons are coiled around the windows, and the faint blue fire is clothed in the holes of the snake skulls, like small blue Rose.There are four huge skulls inlaid in the middle of the wheels of the carriage. Bright magma tears flow down from the hollow eye sockets of the skulls, but the skulls give the impression that they are clearly smiling.

This bone carriage is extremely weird and terrifying, but it also reveals the most evil artistic beauty.

The nightmares neighed lowly, as if accusing the devil of forgetting them for too long.

The devil was lazy most of the time, and it had been hundreds of years since he last summoned the bone carriage.

"This is to meet the most honorable majesty. Be tactful, little ones."

The devil protests.

The devil looked at the carriage for a while, and walked around the carriage. He stretched out his hand and brushed those hideous and beautiful bones, so the leafless rose branches entangled on the bones like vines.On the thorns, scarlet roses bloomed.

The devil was finally satisfied with the carriage.

He drove the white bone carriage into the night rain like heavy ink.

The skull turned with the wheels, and the sulfur under the skull's eye sockets dripped down, dotted, meandering away in the darkness, and then gradually dissipated.

Nightmare pulls the bone carriage through the swamp where a battle has just taken place.

One by one, the black armored souls rose from the swamp.The white skull on the wheel opened its mandibles, and those souls were sucked in by them like smoke.When there was no more soul to devour, the upper jaw of the skeleton collided with the lower jaw, making a terrifying sound.

Like joy, but also like dissatisfaction.

"OK OK."

The devil soothed briskly.

"The prologue will begin, and you will have more food."

Night Owl cried out.

………………

The wind died down, but the rainstorm continued, seemingly endlessly.

The king marches in the rain with his sworn knights.

Despite his success in luring the Gorondian heavy cavalry into the swamp, the king paid the price—only six of his loyal sworn knights remained.Except for the king, everyone else was more or less wounded.

The state of a group of people can be described as terrible.

This heavy rain at the end of September came at the wrong time. It was as cold as snow but powerful.

The torrential rain is pouring on the body, even if there is armor, it will still flow down from the cracks, making people feel that they are actually immersed in an ice cave.In the battle, the intense sports will teach people to temporarily forget the cold.But the battle was over, and the severe cold became more and more deadly under the exhaustion.

The oath knights were all blue and blue from the cold, not to mention the king who didn't even have armor.

The king's silver hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his face. His face was terribly pale, but his lips were unusually bright red that was almost coquettish.

The king pursed his lips tightly and said nothing more.

The sworn knights thought he was angry at the assassination tonight, but only he knew what was going on with him... He had to hold the rein tightly and use the stirrup to prevent him from falling off the horse.The storm was cold, and he was hot and cold, with a damn headache like a tarsal maggot.

If they don't rush to a warm place to rest as soon as possible, they probably won't end well.

In this age, disease was a more formidable enemy than the ancient heavy cavalry.A cold rain or a high temperature can easily kill a person.

A young oath knight acted as a scout and walked slightly ahead.But on such a rainy night, he can't be too far away from the king and the others. The use of reconnaissance can only be prayed for God's blessing.

Holy Lord, they can't afford the second wave of attacks anymore.

Suddenly, the oath knight saw a warm fire burning in front of him.

He was startled suddenly, reined in the reins, and swung his long sword across.

However, soon, the young oath knight was a little relieved.

Because of the torrential rain, the light of the torch was wobbly, and it was not very big, so it could only vaguely illuminate the approximate shadow.A lone knight stands in the rain on horseback, his hair standing out in the firelight.

The oath knight recognized him.

That was the owner of Tru City, Baron Sean with splendid golden hair.

The oath knight drove forward cautiously, with the long sword still maintaining a vigilant posture: "For the glory of Rose?"

"For the glory of Rose."

The fair-haired Lord Sheen answered, bowing himself on horseback with all the humility.

"The rainstorm came suddenly. I was worried that His Majesty and the ministers would be hurt, so I came here to greet you."

The oath knight breathed a sigh of relief.

The negotiating missions followed His Majesty's orders and went directly to Seln, from where they set off for the palace.It was normal for Tru Castle not to know what had just happened.And as long as there is a nobleman with a brain who wants to climb up, seeing the heavy rain tonight, he will go out of the city to show his love to the king.

"That's good."

said the oath knight.He was shot by a heavy cavalry soldier on the shoulder, and the bone armor fragments were embedded in the flesh in the wound, and he could hardly hold on at this time.

"His Majesty is ahead."

The oath knight lowered his sword, but made no warning signal.He gasped wearily.

The blond baron straightened up, showing a faint smile.

It is raining heavily.

Baron Sean thought of the day when the king came, the most beautiful rose cultivated by the most luxurious and dreamy palace... the rose that brought death and corruption to Legrand.

He smiled, roses will always wither, only Legrand is eternal.

The oath knight turned around and saw the king and other knights appearing in his field of vision. He smiled happily and waved to the king and them.

The king raised his eyes, and the next moment his face changed.

"Get out of the way!"

he shouted.

While the oath knight was waving his hand, Baron Sean also raised his hand high and waved downward.

More than a dozen longbowmen jumped up from the dry grass.