After Becoming The Tyrant

There are thousands of sharp swords, and on the sword is the legendary red fire that the Holy Lord used to prevent humans from entering the Holy Garden.The color of the red fire was as strong as another kind of fresh blood. The sharp swords wrapped in blood and fire were the will of the gods. The air was trembling. When those sharp swords fell, they brought a howling wind.

They are only for the purpose of nailing the god-defying person to the tip of the sword like a poisonous snake.

The blood was thick and thick, and the king's pupils were gradually expanding.

His throat will be cut, his veins will be broken, and he will be crucified like a criminal.

There was a sharp scream in the air.

"Retract your claws, puppet!"

The icy voice sounded along with the strong wind.

Black mist poured out from the king's body, and countless slender black butterflies fluttered from the black mist.They are no longer wind blades, but have turned into extremely sharp black blades. These blades are meant to drink blood.The black butterfly circled, flew upwards, and flew out in all directions.

The sky is filled with the cold, piercing sound of rubbing the eardrums when they flap their wings. This sound is like a knife, cutting through the hymns majestically entrenched in the church.

It's a howl from hell.

Violent, crazy, outbursts of anger like molten lava.

The monks in black had to raise their hands, and the flaming swords they were holding were forced to withdraw and block in front of themselves.The red fire turned into a barrier, protecting themselves firmly within it.The black butterfly bumped into the red fire, made the sound of gold and iron colliding, and was then ignited by the red fire.

Black butterflies swirled out continuously, and the monks in black flitted back.

"哗啦" sound of water.

The devil stood in the pool of blood, stretched out his arms and hugged him, and brought the king out of the sticky blood.He jumped slightly, broke free from the bloody water, and stood on the cold high platform.

The blood in the holy pool rolled down from the devil's black dress, causing large and small scorched marks on his dress, but the black mist soon made the dress look brand new again.The blood dripped onto the ground, and the sticky black mist was cleared out of an open space in an instant, before being shrouded in new black mist.

The devil hugged the king and looked up at the black-clothed monks entrenched around like shadows.

There was no longer any smile on his face.

The holy court activated the imprint on the king, which was planted in the coronation ceremony more than ten years ago.Hidden deep within the king's soul, they evaded the "Law" and dragged the king into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

The murder will be silent, undetected.

People will only see the harmless body of the king in the king's chamber, and only think that he stopped breathing naturally in his sleep.

This was one of the reasons why the pope did not hesitate to cross the abyss in person to baptize the king.

If the king hadn't signed a contract with the devil, no one could have saved the king tonight!

The king's soul will be cut into pieces by thousands of swords of fire.

The smile hanging on the devil's face like a mask was finally shattered into nothingness at this time, his true face was revealed from behind the mask - he was a black blade already soaked in blood.

So viscous and so terrible blood swept out of him.

He was genuinely offended.

There was no warmth in the black pupils, and the devil held the king firmly in his arms with his pale hands that were still dripping with blood. This was a possessive gesture. This was his soul, which was absolutely not allowed to be peeped at by others. .He embraced the king with one hand, but it felt like a monster guarding a unique gem.

The blood of the holy pool dripped continuously from the devil's hand, and he pulled out the long sword used to kill the lord of "greed and ill-gotten wealth" from the void.

The moment the long sword was drawn, the monks in black also moved.

The chief adjudicator wearing a black iron mask retreated lightly while holding a golden hawk-beaked pot, while the black-clothed monks wearing pale masks turned into shadows one after another. They held fiery swords and attacked from all directions like devils.

Like a poisonous snake, like a ghost.

They chanted the ancient hymn in a low voice, the hymn was not written in human language, and the voice they made was too hollow and indistinct as if it was vibrating from the vocal cords.

The devil held the king in his arms so hard, as if it was not himself who burned the red blood of the holy court stained on the king.He held the sword in one hand and brought the king with him, but his actions were not inferior to those of these black-clothed monks—the same swiftness and the same weirdness.

The pale keel sword collided with the fire sword of the Tribunal in mid-air.

Long, terrifying voices resounded continuously in the air.

Those adjudicators seem to have no pain, no emotion, no consciousness of their own, and they don't care whether the devil's long sword will fall on them.They are just attacking the king who is in the arms of the devil at all costs.

But even more brazen than them are the devils.

His hand holding the hilt of the sword was so pale, as if no amount of blood could stain him red.

He is born cruel, and when he holds the sword, it is to send the sword into the heart of the enemy. He is crime and killing itself.The devil's movements are as precise as a long song of flowing clouds and flowing water. When the sword body cuts into the flesh and blood, there is a fine rubbing sound, which is the note of the song. It's an insane refrain.

The monk in black had his throat slit, his head severed, and he was split in half.

They shattered in the air into balls of scarlet fire.

Strangely, their masks shattered in the air the moment they died.Under the mask, there are cold and pale faces, each of which seems to be a replica of the statue of an angel.

These black monks are the closest to God except the Pope.

Or, they really cannot be called human beings, because——

They are servants of God!

Gods are immortal.

When a god servant was slit by the devil, they turned into red fire and scattered to the ground under the high platform like meteors.Then out of the fire comes the new black friars.

But as the devil's harvest became more and more urgent, the resurrection speed of the servants became slower and slower.

The devil's keel sword seemed to be awakened by this long-lost blood, and there was a faint roar of dull ancient creatures stirring in the sword.He held the sword as if holding a ferocious dragon.

The evil dragon opened its eyes on the sword, and let out a low roar that spanned thousands of years.

All the revived and not-resurrected god servants stopped in midair, as if invisible ripples passed by in the air, and they were scattered in the ripples - except for one person!

The arbitrator who had retreated into the distance from the beginning of the battle, wearing a black iron mask.

A pair of pure white eyes suddenly appeared on the black iron mask, and those eyes opened suddenly. The moment they opened, the hymn interrupted by the devil once again reverberated solemnly and grandly in the entire St. In the inner space, on the four walls of the church, all the painted angels seem to be resurrected in an instant.

The angels on the mural spread their wings, and the snow-white feathers fluttered down from mid-air.

——A sacred event with murderous intentions.

The angels sang, and the holy feathers expelled and suppressed the thick black mist brought up by the devil.

This is the king's consciousness space. When the holy court used the imprint to control this place, they replaced the king's will and turned the entire consciousness space into the habitat of gods. The holy relics are everywhere here, forcing people from hell devil.

"wake up!"

The chief judge snapped.

His voice carried ancient revelations, beckoning to something.

The king, who was embraced by the devil, had closed his eyes before, but at this moment, after the chief judge's voice fell, he suddenly opened his eyes.

——cold, silver eyes.

It is exactly the same as the eyes on the black iron mask worn by the Judge.

The iconic ice blue of the Rose family was replaced by a strange pure white, and a bright holy flame burned deep in the king's pupils.

Immediately after, countless white flames gushed out from the king's chest, the center of his back, his shoulders, his elbows, and his palms—all places where the holy anointing had been applied in the baptism ceremony—from the inside out.In the Kono forest, it was this sacred fire that suddenly ignited and prevented the devil from taking the king to hell.

Today, the holy fire is also used to stop the devil.

— but used to prevent the devil from saving the king.

Behind the smiling angels, there are often ferocious ghosts.

The golden olecranon in the hand of the chief judge was melting, dripping down, and remelted into a holy sword.He stared at the king firmly behind the mask, chanting the holy words from the baptism of the king's coronation ceremony.

He is biding his time.

The kings of the world are the "representatives" of the Lord, they are the real anointed ones on earth.The Eternal Great Lord and His representatives in the world respond to each other. The moment the local king is baptized and consecrated, the power of the Holy Spirit descends on him, and at that moment his image is truly changed and he becomes a real king. . [1]

Be the influence on the earth of the Eternal One who is one with the Lord.

Therefore, the sacred fire that burns from the king is far more powerful than the fiery sword for the power from hell.

That is the power that can really hurt the ancient devil!

The blood in the holy pool could not really hurt the too powerful devil, but the blood was only to draw out the power of the holy spirit in the king's soul.

The devil embraced the king in his arms, and the holy flame swept him almost instantly.

At this moment, the chief judge suddenly moved. He held the golden holy sword, leaned slightly, and rushed towards him.

The golden holy sword flashed in mid-air, bringing up sticky black blood.

The chief judge's sword failed.

The devil blocked the long sword in front of him and quickly backed away.The holy fire was burning, but the devil did not let go of the king who was carrying the holy fire, as the arbitrator thought.He hugged the king tightly in his arms.

It's a ravenous, crazy monster.

His treasure belongs only to him.

Whether it's heaven, gods, or the holy fire, don't try to compete with him.

"You should wake up."

The devil lowered his head slightly, and his voice was steady, as if he was not the one who was burned by the holy fire, as if the fire was not the same kind that forced him to withdraw his hand quickly in the Kono Forest.

He put something on the king's hand.

The author has something to say: [1] This concept is not invented by me.

There are many works on kingship centered on Christ, and here is the discussion in Norman Anonymous's "On the Ordination of Bishops and Kings".The baptism of the coronation ceremony has extremely important significance in the Western monarchy and theocracy. Only after the baptism of the coronation can the king become a real king. "In anointing, the Spirit of the Lord and the sanctifying power enter into them, by which they become the image and image of Christ, and it changes them, makes them something else, so that in their personality , the one is a man, and the other is a man in spirit."