After Becoming The Tyrant

"The first devil crawled out of the worms, and his path was full of bones. On the third day, he tore apart hell and fought with the gods. . . . The gods erased his name and banished him from the end of the world, The eternal curse is engraved on the chains of the abyss, and he will be imprisoned until the end of the world." The priest stood in the bloody battlefield, looked up at the battle in the sky, and chanted the ancient past in a poetic tone.

Time has passed, and 1000 years have passed, but from the current scene, we can see the shadow of arrogance in the story at the beginning of the world.

Blade-like scorching suns rushed out of the wave-like black clouds, and the battle between angels and demons collided the black and white sides of the world together, making people dazzled.After being baptized by the blood of the devil, the body of the dragon bone sword turned dark red, and every time it collided with the holy sword in the angel's hand, a strong current would burst out, distorting the space it was in.

The sky is like a mirror that is constantly being shattered, with many cracks.

Holy fire and black butterfly, blazing sun and dark clouds.

In such an extremely fierce battlefield, if the devil misses and the angel successfully launches even a small attack on the monarch on the throne, then the king who has given all the authority to the devil will die in an instant.It is hard to imagine how the mortal on the throne dared to make such a choice of life and death.

"Royalty."

The pastor watched the devil cut off an angel's holy sword, and then turned around and drove the butterflies to stop the last angel who wanted to take the opportunity to bypass him and kill the real king.

The outcome of the battle has been seen.

The priest shook his head. As a priest, he showed an indifference to the battle in the sky that believers shouldn't have.The angel is about to fall, and the pious should shed tears, despair and bewilderment, but he is as indifferent as if the one fighting in the sky is not the darling of the god he should believe in or worship.

The battle on the ground was also drawing to a close, the Holy Army, whose number was far greater than Legrand's, was massacred, and the commanders roared loudly on the chaotic battlefield, trying to contain the collapse, but they were powerless.

The priest carried a long box and walked through the chaotic battlefield, looking for Duke West.He skillfully avoided the Heroic Soul knights, and the remaining ordinary Legrand soldiers seemed to be completely unaware of his passing.

In a low-lying place where the dead were piled up, West trembled and used the corpses of the dead to cover himself. The heroic knights who rode on the skeleton horses trampled on them completely destroyed his self-confidence, and the fall of the angel made him feel extremely desperate.The only thing they could do at this moment was to lie down in the mud and pray to the Holy Lord to bless them.

He heard the sound of Legrand's soldiers approaching, and he reached out and grabbed the broadsword beside him.

"It is I, Monsieur Duke."

The priest held a broken spear picked up from the battlefield, and blocked Duke West's broadsword.He walked through most of the bloody battlefield, and his priest's robes were still clean.

Duke West stared dumbfounded at the low-key and silent pastor in his impression. It was only at this moment that he realized what kind of role Pope Theold had placed beside him.

"You, are you here to help me?"

As if grabbing at the last straw, he knelt on the ground, clutching the priest's clothes tightly.The Blacy knights he led were almost lost in this battle. This battle, which he thought could change his situation, pushed him into the real abyss in turn.

"Si... no, His Majesty sent you to help me, right? I am willing to offer my loyalty to His Majesty!"

The pastor patted him on the shoulder, and Duke West let go of his hand unconsciously.

"His Majesty is tolerant to everyone."

The priest put the box in front of Duke West and opened it.

On one side was a brown wooden bow, the wood used had strange natural patterns, and those patterns were like swirls of stars in the night sky.The wooden bow was placed on the dark red silk, but it seemed to be filled with blood.The moment he saw the bow, Duke West felt as if the screams of demons sounded in his ears.

Next to the wooden bow was an arrow made of meteorite fragments.

He stretched out his hand uncontrollably, holding the wooden bow that exuded a strange aura.

The priest leaned slightly, watching him grab the bow, and press his face to the bow with a frenzy of horror that he knew nothing about.

The Charm Bow, also known as the Bow of Immorality.

This is a bow accompanied by curses and strange colors. It was originally a weapon of the Holy Court Judgment Bureau.But its owner, an outstanding judge, used it to kill all the succubi in the swamp, and the unwilling and resentful soul of the succubus resided on the wooden bow, and in turn cursed the tough judge.Finally, one day, he attacked a cardinal with this bow and betrayed the Holy See.

Since then, this bow has been listed as a "taboo" by the holy court and has been shelved.It is said that those who get this bow will abandon their original position, and finally die in disgrace.

"It's really a good bow, it would be great if you can try it."

murmured Lord West, reaching for the arrows in the box.

"Do as you please."

The chaplain said he bowed slightly to Lord West, and left the little depression.

Except for himself and the Duke of West, no one knew that this episode happened on this bloody battlefield.

At the other end of the battlefield, under the hard work of Earl Rudolph in the rear, a group of Blacy knights finally reunited.But they have no battle and just want to quickly retreat from this battlefield.

"Where's the duke?"

Some of West's subordinates are commendable for their loyalty, and they still want to find their master.

"Look! There!"

Suddenly someone screamed.

"That's...that's the Duke, what is he doing?!"

In a place full of corpses on the battlefield, Duke West stood up, holding a longbow, and put an ominous arrow on the bowstring.

He aimed for...the sky! !

A scene that shocked everyone appeared!

The Duke of West shot that arrow with infinite ominousness at the angel in the sky!The arrow left the string and headed high into the sky.The arrow made of meteorites is like a dark red shooting star in everyone's field of vision, dragging a long tail.With mortal eyesight it is impossible to see whether the last arrow hit the angel.

But everything is clear.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Duke West committed an unimaginable act of blasphemy!He launched an attack on the angel of the Holy Lord!

The sound of horseshoes stepping on the battlefield shaped like a blood swamp was thick.

As the priest sent by the pope to serve as a special envoy in this holy army, he arrived with a solemn expression.

"Gentlemen! A sad thing—" the chaplain grabbed the reins, "the Duke of West, whom we trusted, has betrayed us! He is a heretic! He has made a deal with hell and betrayed us!"

above the sky.

The world freezes at the most chaotic and splendid moment, the black sea of ​​clouds and thousands of broken sword-like lights, the fiery flames and the rushing wind.

The angel whose wings were cut off was hit by the cursed arrow shot by the betrayer, and thousands of black butterflies flying or closing their wings overwhelmed him.The last angel rushed to the throne of bones at the cost of the sacrifice of his companions, and was about to throw the holy sword at the monarch who had given up all his authority.

The monarch lowered his head, as if contemptuous and indifferent.

The keel sword pierced through the angel's heart, and the black mist wrapped around the holy sword like a substance, pulling it firmly.

This time, he caught up.

The devil turned his wrist, and the blade crushed the angel's heart.

The golden light exploded, and the angel made of the blood of the gods and light dust shattered into countless golden light spots in the air, like a rain that has been falling for an unknown number of years.This is the ultimate beauty and the ultimate weirdness. The world seems to be about to break, and it also seems to be about to nirvana.

The blood-covered devil raised his head, and the monarch holding the scepter bowed his head.

Their gaze spanned 1000 years of light and shadow.

The world is vast, like a reunion.