After Becoming The Tyrant

The bone ring and the king's knuckles were tightly fastened together, as if the bone ring belonged to him from the beginning.The cold, pale ring was quietly worn on the king's hand. At that moment, the same glorious power in the world suddenly revived on the king.The devil let go of the king, took a step back, and he half-kneeled.

"what is that?"

The voice of the chief adjudicator, who had been as silent as black iron and firmly controlled the whole situation like a spider, had a tremor that he didn't even notice.

"what is that!"

He saw the flame of the god go out in the boy king.

He is a god attendant, and the mission of the god attendant is to give everything for the gods. The emotions that humans have should have been lost forever from him, so that when the god attendant sends the sword into the heart of heretics, his wrist can be as stable as a mountain.However, at this moment, the chief judge suddenly felt his heart throbbing again.

Because of the fear that he might subvert his beliefs in the dark.

The apostles of the Holy Lord believe that the Holy Lord is the only God in this world. He is the true anointed one and the true eternal glorious monarch. His authority is supreme.

But everything right now is subverting his cognition.

The young king who was originally controlled by him stood alone in the center of the stage, and his majesty made people dare not look directly at him.

How can it be?

How could there be a second monarch who could rival the Eternal Lord?

The indestructible cornerstone of faith was shaking and shattering, and the eyes that did not belong to mortals on the black iron mask worn by the chief judge closed uncontrollably.

The king's eyes also closed.

Then the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The chants in the air were neatly cut off by the invisible authority, the wind was raging, and the wind was mixed with so much noise, hundreds of millions of innocent souls were screaming, and hundreds of millions of bones were screaming, and the voices poured out domineeringly, as if The gate of hell suddenly opened a gap, and the grievances that had been accumulated for thousands of years came pouring in.

The presiding officer backed away frantically, hitting his back against the cathedral's angel statue.

"Hell... Impossible! Hell is dead! Already dead!"

Obviously no one did anything, but the chief judge seemed to have seen the most terrifying and unbelievable thing. The rules that constituted the God Servant were collapsing on him.He seemed to be roaring, but also seemed to be crying.

Everything is printed in the king's pupils.

His eyes are like ice on the long river of winter, ruthless and indifferent.

It should also not be the gaze that human beings should have.

The wind is like a tide.

"Go to hell."

The world suddenly collapsed, flames and black mist swept everything, countless pale hands stretched out from the twisted gaps, and grabbed those god servants in black robes, hell opened its mouth and devoured greedily. everything.

The statue of the angel collapsed, colorful glass shattered and fell from the top of the head, and large chunks of rock rumbled down.Black mist swirls from the fire, like two poisonous snakes of different colors intertwined and intertwined, they lock the bones and dead souls.The scene was like a stage being burned.

The king with the bone ring stands in the center of the stage.

The black and red world imprinted on his ice blue pupils, solidified into an ancient scene.

…………

holy court.

In that secret black iron building.

The silent astrologers spat out a big mouthful of blood. They slumped on the ground listlessly, and the crystal ball in front of them shattered with a click.The holy pool in the center of the hall was boiling with blood, and the next moment, the silver crosses suspended in it flew out one after another, like sharp swords out of control, slamming into the surrounding walls.

The astrologers climbed up from the ground, horrified to see the black-robed adjudicators falling backwards one after the other.

The masks on their faces were automatically released and fell to the ground.

Under the masks are faces that have lost their breath of life.

what happened?

The astrologers looked at each other.

…………

The moon is bright.

The king opened his eyes, rolled over and sat up on the bed.

Panting slightly, he raised his hand to press his aching head.There was an inexplicable emotion left in his heart, which looked like anger and cold indifference.

He seemed to be having a long nightmare once again.

He is always dreaming.

In the original world, he always had one nightmare after another, and when he woke up, he would forget what he had done in the dream, leaving only a kind of powerlessness and rage, as if reminding himself to remember something.But what are those dreams?

The king does not know.

After returning to Legrand, he hadn't had that dream for a long time.

He pressed his forehead, breathing calmly.

After a long time, the king let go.

Suddenly, he realized something was different from before he fell asleep.

The king bowed his head.

Under the cold moonlight, a bone ring was quietly worn on his finger.

——That was not a dream.

………………

Koth Soya.

The ghost ship led by Charles docked quietly in the night, and they returned with heavy news.

During the brief relationship, General Sean, who had restrained his desire to draw his sword many times, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to meet the rumored First Mate of Walwee, Charles.

After Charles clearly and orderly stated the outbreak of the Black Death on the other side of the strait, General Sheen, while worried about the situation of the Black Death, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief—thank God, he didn't have to continue with the pirate captain. worked together.

Just as this thought flashed through General Sean's mind, the door was knocked open with a "snap".

Smelling of alcohol, Captain Hawkins, who was walking like a dance, swung his leather flagon and jumped in with three steps and two turns.

"Hey-hey! Good guy! Are you trying to squeeze out?!"

Captain Hawkins snapped and pressed his hand on the chart on the table.

General Sean's head started to hurt again, and he subconsciously touched the sword at his waist.

Touched empty.

He was startled suddenly, and cold sweat broke out almost immediately.General Sean has never left his sword, which is the basic quality of a general.

"Hey hey hey, are you looking for this? Good Mr. General."

Pirate Hawkins said briskly, and he raised his hand.

General Sean narrowed his pupils slightly, and saw Captain Hawkins lazily waving a sword, which was his.When did he quietly take the sword away?

Charles was not surprised by this. He pressed his forehead with a headache: "What's the matter with you? Let me explain first, this is a special period, and I won't go to the pub with you to help you pay for the drinks."

The tone was rather weak.

"My dear Charles! How can you be like that old bastard William? It hurts my heart! Could it be that the wise and great Captain Hawkins can't afford the drink?" Captain Hawkins yelled angrily.

The expressions of Charles and Sean were unexpectedly the same, and the eyes they looked at him conveyed the same meaning:

Don't you?

Captain Hawkins coughed: "Okay, okay, Mr. Romantic Knight, Mr. Professor who is as old as an antique, let our guys get busy."

He removed his hand from the table.

A crumpled letter was revealed.

Charles picked it up and unfolded it.

"Some little mice need us to clean up."

Captain Hawkins spoke cheerfully.

While Captain Hawkins was talking to General Charles Shinn with a letter from an overseas spy, at the same time, near the port of Kossoya.

The door of an ordinary fisherman's house near the port was open.

The sea breeze poured in, blowing away the bloody smell inside.

In the room, a "fisherman" dressed locally fell to the ground, blood gurgling from his throat.The room was dim, with a little cold light flickering.

It was a slender and graceful arc knife.

Hold it in one hand, that hand is as white as winter snow.

It was a woman's hand.

In the age of knights and swords, blood and war seemed to be taken for granted as being equal to men, and few people associated women with swords.But holding the arc knife in this hand gave people a feeling that it should be. The blood and blood made her extraordinary beauty.

Eleanor.

Legrand was once the warrior queen.

Holding the knife, she stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked to the door, facing the night tide of the sea, and the sea breeze was blowing her black hair.Queen Eleanor lowered her head, looked at the knife in her hand, turned the blade slightly, and the light of the knife jumped into her dark green eyes.

She killed an overseas spy.

Overseas spies.

This is not a rare role, in fact, every country will send many people to fill this role, and Legrand is no exception.This is the case between countries. Everything is based on interests, and there is no justice at all.

In the end, Eleanor did not stay in the palace for long.

She also knew the details about the Black Death.After recuperating for a period of time, Eleanor left the palace and came to the core of the southeast coastal port, Koth Soya.

During the time when William III was on the expedition, the queen, who was in charge of the country for her husband, knew very well what it meant to block the seas, and she also knew how many special roles would be mixed in a place like a port.So she came to the harbor as she once sat in the palace, and guarded in the shadows for her children.

She stood alone by the sea, like a murderous iron gun.

This gun has been polished day and night for the past ten years, just to drink the blood of the enemy.

Eleanor flicked the arc knife with her fingers, and the vibration of the blade made a simple melody.

That was the melody that Legrand's young Wang plucked when 17-year-old Eleanor met 21-year-old William.The young queen and the young monarch meet in autumn when the red leaves are like fire. The queen's long dress is fierce and colorful, and the monarch's back is straight like a sword.

The most romantic encounter, love among blood and fire.

That was young Eleanor and young William.

They agreed that one day, the land of Legrand would be strong and prosperous.

On the throne, under the glory, they are the only ones standing side by side.

Zheng——

The blade screamed, the Queen Mother played too fast for the last time, the blade trembled and broke the original harmonious melody.

Memories come to an abrupt end.

Eleanor gripped the handle tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The king's secret letter has been sent, and the customs will officially start to implement the blockade in three days.The plague is breaking out in the land on the other side.

How much effort does it take for a mortal to be free?

If killing an evil dragon is not enough, then killing a god is enough, isn't it?

They are dragonslayers, they are the wrath of mortals.

The Queen Mother pushed the knife back into its sheath, and she turned away into the darkness.

Behind him, the sound of the waves was like anger.