After Becoming The Tyrant

The devil had a smile on his face.

The king never thought the devil's smile was real.

His smile is just as unbreakable a mask as his smooth talk.There was something crazy, bloody, evil oozing from that smiling mask at this point—maybe that was the essence of the devil.

The devil's black clothes are like the wings of a crow in the air, and the bone scepter he holds in his hand is the weapon he uses to kill everything.

This battle may also be considered a show.

The viewer is alone the king.

The king watched the devil hold the bone scepter and cut off tentacles one after another, watched the black butterflies flying around the devil, and watched the dark green fog intertwine with the black fog.

The lord was enraged by the devil, and his tentacles withdrew from the uprights around the beam above his head, pulling a net in the devil's retreat.

"greedy."

The Lord's buzzing voice echoed throughout the space.

The king felt an invisible oppressive force, even if he held the black umbrella handed to him by the devil, he could feel it. This kind of pressure was as dull as the deep sea.

The phantom-like speed of the devil slowed down.

The tentacles that were holding many weapons rolled towards him, one after another swords of extraordinary origin flew out from the suction cups, and enveloped the trapped devil like shooting stars.

The devil landed on the ground, he knelt down on one knee, and the bone scepter in his hand was deeply inserted into the hard stone surface of the palace.Countless black butterflies flitted from his body, they gathered together, rolled up a whirlwind like a knife, and rolled the incoming swords into it.

"Unrighteous--"

The lord still has to speak.

The devil leaped up from the ground, dragging the bone scepter with the tip still on the ground, rushing towards the lord who was sitting on the throne, sparks splashed everywhere where the scepter touched the ground.

The black butterflies around him hadn't dispersed yet, and the tentacles blocking the way were cut open one by one by the butterflies.In an instant the devil approached the throne again.The voice of the lord was interrupted, and the devil held the scepter horizontally, and stabbed the lord again with the rod as a nail.

The scales rubbed against each other, and the scales on Lord Manlisk's head moved in an instant, and gathered together one after another, forming a giant shield in front of him - its weak point was in the head, if it wasn't for the devil at the beginning, there would be no warning It will not be stabbed in the eye by the devil.

"His Majesty!"

The devil's scepter left a deep scratch on the scales, and he immediately pulled away, brushing past dozens of tentacles.He was in mid-air and raised his voice.

"Please allow me to use your strength."

"Can I completely equate your hospitality with your malicious intentions!"

The king was holding a black umbrella, and his clothes were flapping in the wind.

"Oh! Your Majesty! I am here to serve you!"

The devil once again lightly avoided several tentacles that were sweeping over. His scepter cut a long twisted crack in the air, and those tentacles were cut neatly by the crack.

"Please use your ring, now!"

"How to do it?"

The king didn't stay where he was, he stepped directly on the mountains of wealth.The overlord seemed to have gone mad, its tentacles just swarming aimlessly.The king sprinted across hills of gold and gems, dodging tentacles that lashed out.

"Please order in your own name—"

The devil folded in mid-air, his black dress spread out like a crow's feathers, and black butterflies flew around him.Holding the scepter, he slashed in the air, several gusts of wind rushed out, cutting several tentacles attacking the king into two pieces.

"—Please deprive the rebels of their authority!"

"Order in my name—"

A huge stone pillar fell sideways, the king stepped on the stone pillar and jumped up, then half-kneeled and landed on the golden mountain, and the black umbrella fell out.The king ignored the black umbrella, stretched out his hand and jumped up.He saw that the ring of the Qiangwei family in his hand was constantly shining with brilliance.

"I deprive the rebels—"

As if sensing something, the lord's tentacles gave up on the devil in front of him, and turned towards the king with a strong wind.

The devil gave a low, cold laugh.

His figure spread out suddenly, turning into a black mist that covered the sky, and countless black butterflies danced wildly in the mist.Those tentacles were all blocked by the black mist.

The king's cold voice resounded throughout the palace.

"—the authority you have."

The air fell into a moment of silence. The moment the king's words blurted out, it seemed as if an ancient power was recovering, as if an ancient glory was shaking, and an invisible majesty came across. The huge throne in the middle of the palace was in a series of crisp sounds. Numerous cracks appeared.

All the tentacles around seemed to be severely injured.

They curled up and trembled, as if a kind of power was flowing rapidly from them.

The lord on the throne made an unbelievable voice: "Who is that person you brought!!"

Its scales peeled off one by one.

The black mist suddenly dissipated, and the figure of the devil reappeared in midair.The black umbrella that the king dropped just now was held in his hand again at some point.He held the handle of the umbrella, turned it, and pulled out a thin long sword from the umbrella bone.

"No comment, Mr. Manlisk."

The devil's lips curled up, revealing a cold smile.

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, leaped high, and pierced the sword down in the air trembling.

Blood splattered.

The devil half-kneeled on the throne, and the sword in his hand pierced through the lord's head.

The king was holding the box and standing on the mountain of wealth, he was panting slightly, the ring on his finger was hot, as if what he was wearing was not a ring, but some magma.

When that sentence was blurted out, the king felt that some power was stripped from himself, from the ring.

what is that?

………………

A cold air current hovered in the messy palace.

The master of the palace has died on his throne.

Those tentacles hang down limply.

The devil let go, and he staggered to his feet.

As Manlisk said, this battle is definitely not easy for him, which is why in hell there are very few direct battles in one territory-under the blessing of "authority", the power of the lord It cannot be underestimated.A lord is almost immortal and invincible in the domain of authority he holds.

The devil stepped back from his throne, bumping his back against the cold stone pillar.

He leaned against the stone pillar and slid down slowly.

He heard footsteps coming from behind: "Your support is very beautiful, Your Majesty."

Footsteps came closer.

There was a loud clang.

The devil raised his head and saw that the king had opened the casket at some point, and he drew a pale dragonbone dagger from the golden scabbard.

"Hey hey hey! Your Majesty!"

The devil's tone suddenly rose, because the king sent the dagger forward and handed it to his neck.

"These things you did tonight are also very beautiful, Mr. Devil."

said the king slowly.

His voice was surprisingly soft, but the speed with which he was holding the dagger was also surprisingly steady.

"I'm just serving you...don't you want to pardon those Mr. Pirates?"

The devil saw that the dagger was sent forward a little more, and he was wise not to lie again.

"To you, Your Majesty."

The dagger stopped.

The devil raised his hands and spread them out.

The bone ring symbolizing the power of "greed and ill-gotten wealth" lies quietly in the hands of the devil.

"A chance to explain."

The king did not advance the dagger again, nor did he withdraw it.

"Your technique of making up swords is also very outstanding." The devil muttered, "I really hope that next time you accuse me of always making things worse, you will also think about how you treat your loyal knight."

"Loyal Hell Knight? Well then, please explain."

The king's sword was firmly held.

devil:……

"It's like this..." The devil leaned helplessly on the stone pillar, "As your loyal knight, naturally you must do your best to fulfill every wish of yours. Since you want to pardon those cursed Mr. Pirates Ladies and gentlemen, what could be more thorough than your direct control over greed and ill-gotten wealth?"

"Why should I deprive it of its authority?"

"Of course it's because you are the head of the Qiangwei family." The devil's tone was sincere.

"What do you mean by a rebel?"

"Don't worry about a little bit of rhetoric. You always have to find some reason to kill someone, don't you?" The devil raised his hand and spoke sincerely—nonsense.

"It's really true. The whole hell's lies are not as many as you, right? Mr. Devil."

"Hmm...do I need to say thank you for the compliment?" The corner of the devil's mouth was slightly raised, and he smiled at the king, "Of course..."

His voice suddenly became erratic again, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

"If you really want to know, it is not impossible for me to tell you, my dear majesty."

"Do you want to know now?"

The devil's pale face was hidden in the gloom.

The king looked at him fixedly, and withdrew the dagger with a cold face, but did not take the bone ring away.Wouldn't it be a good thing for the devil to offer gifts attentively, who knows if it will be another trap like this evening?Who knows if the ring that symbolizes authority is taken away, will he immediately return to hell?

"Do you need my help putting it on?"

The devil was motivated again, and he seemed to very much expect the king to wear the bone ring at once.

"Thank you, no need."

The king politely but coldly refused.

"Ugh……"

The devil sighed regretfully, and could only put away the bone ring for the king first.He looked at the king's knife and reminded him tactfully.

"The Black Death is coming, Your Majesty."

"Can these things here be brought back to the world?"

The king put the dagger back into the scabbard, looked around, and his eyes fell on the scattered treasures.

The devil understood what the king meant.

He couldn't help but feel a little wronged... In the eyes of the king, the bone ring, a symbol of authority, was actually not as good as a pile of worldly wealth?This news will drive all the lords in hell crazy!

Seeing that the king seemed to have the intention of drawing the knife again, he hurriedly explained: "You can, but you can't take too many out at once. After all, they have been branded by hell, and taking out a large number of them at once will attract attention. Of course, if you Willing to accept the bone ring is another matter."

"Can you come and go here freely?" asked the king thoughtfully.

The devil understood what the king wanted.

Well, after the coachman, he has a new identity——

His Majesty's porter.

………………

the next day.

The warehouse of the Rose Palace.

The Duke of Buckingham looked blankly at the pile of gold in front of him... Can anyone tell him where these gold coins came from?Why is there some suspicious green slime on the gold coin - that doesn't seem to be something that can be tolerated by the Holy Court.

"We need some tight-lipped servants."

The king stood beside the Duke of Buckingham, looking very composed.

"They look a little dirty."

The Duke of Buckingham fell silent.

Your Majesty, do they really just look a little dirty...?

The author has something to say: Make up for each other and achieve √

Devil: full of lies

King: Cruel

One kills and the other searches, it seems that the cooperation is going smoothly... [Meditation]