After Becoming The Tyrant

"My dear Majesty, I am planning to come to see you."

A tide-like black mist flowed on the ground, and the devil stepped out of the sticky darkness wearing his exquisite and gorgeous black dress.He pressed his chest and bent down to salute the king.

"It's a pleasure to have your rare summons."

The king rolled up his sleeves.

According to the contract he signed with the devil, he can summon the devil if necessary.The king asked the former head of the Templars to confirm that his contract with the devil was different from ordinary dark creatures.His contract will not be revealed, and even the means of the temple cannot be checked.

Only the king and the devil can initiate the contract.

The devil stepped on the soft carpet, walked up to the king's seat, and half knelt down.He stretched out his hands to take over the rest of the king's work, carefully smoothed the folds on the sleeves, and buttoned the buttons for the king: "Is there anything I can do? Your Majesty."

After the devil buttoned the king's buttons, he didn't just stand up. He held the king's hand with the rose ring and raised his head to ask the king.

The king looked at his hands.

"ah."

The devil gave a harmless smile.

"You carry the Qiangwei family's heirloom in your hands... There is nothing wrong with being cautious, isn't it? Your Majesty."

The king sneered: "You speak as if you didn't try to make trouble twice."

"As your loyal hell knight, I have never done that." The devil said without blinking his eyelids.

——He just wanted to take the king back to hell, how could it be counted as adding insult to injury?

The devil knows how "hell" his majesty is, he doesn't think the king will call him for nothing... well, he would like the king to call him often, and try to show his loyalty to the king, but the king doesn't seem to be like that think.what a shame.

"About the ghost ship."

The king looked down at the devil.

"Please allow me to learn the details, Your Majesty."

The devil seemed to have thought of something.

The king briefly recounted what happened to the Walwe pirates, and casually mentioned "the pardon from the king of that world" that the witch said.His icy blue eyes stared at the devil, wanting to get some information from this temptation.

The devil rejoiced: "That is really a smart witch, besides Your Majesty, who else can be called a king?"

The king looked at him.

This sentence seems to contain many things, but the devil's habitual exaggerated tone and full of lies make people have to put a few more question marks.

"Do you want to know?" The devil keenly noticed the king's scrutiny. He knew what the king was thinking. Know……"

"Forget it, I don't want to."

The king interrupted him.

The devil sighed regretfully.

His Majesty is too shrewd to be easily fooled.

"Do you have any answers about the ghost ship that the Walway pirates encountered?"

"That's not a ghost ship, Your Majesty." The devil smiled sarcastically, "Those poor, ignorant Mr. Pirates probably took the dark world's messenger ships as those half-life alchemy ships."

Under the devil's explanation, the king understood the reason.

The "ghost ship" that the Walway pirates were looking for in the past is actually a relic of ancient alchemy, a half-life existence.In the legendary era before the expansion of the Holy Court, alchemists had not disappeared from the earth, and there were many half-life magic ships with different tempers on the Abyss Strait.

These half-lived ships are themselves human, and thus able to enter into a contract with them.

But the "ghost ship" discovered by the Walwe pirates in Henleigh Bay was not among them.

"It was the envoy of a lord in hell who controlled 'greed and ill-gotten wealth' - he condemned those who boarded the ship after they touched certain limits. The curse on those Mr. Pirates was actually his The judgment issued. Your Majesty, there are rules in the world, and there are rules in hell." The devil replied.

He seemed eager to answer any questions the king might have, but in fact his answers were filled with more questions.

Why do those half-lived ships exist?Where have all the alchemists from the legendary age gone?What is hidden in the expansion of the holy court... The devil cleverly hid these questions enough to arouse everyone's curiosity in the answers, waiting for the king to ask.

The king looked at him for a while, and said "I see" indifferently.

Oh!An "as it is"!

Then don't ask!

The devil was helpless: "That witch is right, of course you can solve this. But..."

He let go of the king's hand and stood up.

"But you need something else."

"what?"

"An invitation."

The devil leaned down gracefully and held out his hand to the king.

"Would you like to swim hell with me? My dear majesty."

The king didn't answer, but raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his outstretched hand.

The devil's dark eyes looked at the king, and he had his usual, invisible smile on his face: "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I don't intend to break the contract yet."

That is, besides this, you have always wanted to break the contract?

the king thought.

He held out his hand.

The devil's smile widened a little.

Black, thick and tide-like mist rolled up, enveloping the entire room.

The black mist dissipated, and the cold moonlight shone through the window and fell on the chair by the window.The young king closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, as if he had fallen asleep.

………………

The king opened his eyes.

He heard the frantic flapping of wings, and the hoarse, hideous calls of birds.

The king raised his head and saw a huge door standing in the distance in front of him. Inside the door was a turbulent vortex composed of blood and darkness.The frequency of the flapping of the wings is higher.

The king finally withdrew his gaze and looked up at his side, only to see a crow excitedly standing on a branch of a black tree on his left, flapping wildly and screaming at him.

The king looked at the crow in silence.

... Was it his illusion?How did he feel that this black crow was trying to speak to him?

The crow seemed to be about to pass out from excitement. Seeing the king looking over, it hurriedly flapped its wings and flew down from the branch, circling around the king and trying to express something with its movements.

The king was sure it was talking to himself.

"What is it saying?"

The king looked to the devil.

"It is praising you for having the most beautiful eyes in the world and the most beautiful face it has ever seen, but this guy's rhetoric is limited, please don't take it to heart." The devil looked very apologetic.

The crow turned angrily and flew towards the devil, its wings flapping wildly and its claws bent.The king always felt that it was trying to peck the devil's eyes.

The devil looked as usual, and reached out to pat the crow on the ground: "Oh, it's actually called Mengla, but it's not something worth remembering."

"Hi, Monra."

The king looked down at the crow that was photographed by the devil and seemed to be a little dizzy.

The crow was struggling to fly again when he heard the king's voice.It suddenly stopped there in a humane manner, and then closed its wings with a "huh", covering its small head with its dark wings.

"What happened to it?"

"I said! This is a fool, you don't have to care about it."

The devil bent down and picked up the crow covering its head with its wings, and threw it casually on the branch.The crow opened its wings covering its dark red eyes angrily, wanting to peck at the devil's hand.The devil had quick eyes and quick hands, and withdrew his hand.

"Look! You're stupid, and you have a bad temper!"

The king looked at the devil calmly, and the devil was smiling. He always seemed to have a mask of a smile firmly on his face.

The king looked away: "What is that?"

He was asking about the door.

"The gate of purgatory, through it is the territory of hell." The devil thought of something, "Because your majesty, you don't belong to hell yet, so you can't take the nightmare carriage to enter it, so please allow me to offend you next time .”

The king made no answer, but took two steps forward and acquiesced.

The devil and the king walked to the gate of purgatory, and the king saw the words engraved on the gate.The devil seemed to be waiting for the king to ask what happened to the two crossed out words, but the king only looked at it for a while, and then said to the devil, "Go in."

The devil sighed regretfully.

He pinned a bright red rose on the king's collar, and then leaned over slightly.He was much taller than the king, and when he bent down, he was just close to the king's ear: "Then... welcome to hell, my dear majesty."

The king heard him laugh, and felt him hug him.

In the field of vision, countless black butterflies hovered and flew up, enveloping the king and the devil together.

The crow perched on the tree trunk, watching the devil lead the king and disappear in front of the gate of purgatory.

——In the entire hell, only he can lead His Majesty through the gate of purgatory.

………………

chaos.

It seems to have fallen into the deep seabed, surrounded by endless dark and bloody whirlpools.The only thing that seems to be real is the demonic power that holds itself.

Obviously he was passing through the gate of purgatory, but it gave the king the feeling that he was falling downwards.

until it hits the ground.

"Here we are, Your Majesty."

The devil's voice rang in his ears.

At the same time, the king heard other voices—the sound of the wind that seemed to have been swept across the land, and the faint wailing in the wind.

He opened his eyes.

Hell unfolded before the king's eyes.

The dark red sky that is bleeding all the time, the never-ending rain of fire.The scorched earth as black as charcoal, the dotted lakes of sulfurous fire, and the white steaming mist.The sharp ridge like a blade, the countless corpses hanging on the ridge, the white ghosts winding away...

Standing beside the king, the devil took out a black umbrella out of thin air, opened it with a "click", and propped it on the king's head to block the continuous rain of fire.

"This is hell."

A long time, said the king.

His pupils printed the dark red sky, the black earth, the red gold sulfur lake, and the pale souls of the dead.

He is imprinted in the devil's pupils.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

This is hell.

Dead, hell awaiting your return.