After Becoming The Tyrant

The breeze blew through the curtain, and the monk in white robe put the sword back into its sheath. He thought for a moment and walked in.

On the mirror in his heart, the little dust left by the Duke of Buckingham shifted gently, and he stepped on a dangerous string, because he should regard the blessed one as "dirty" and "taboo". The mundane creates curiosity, and original sin is born in the mundane.As early as when the mentor sighed, the seed called "curiosity" was planted in his heart.

During his lonely penance, he would occasionally think of the family surrounded by bones and roses, and hear the sinful flowers they bloomed.Although it was just a fleeting daydream, the evil still took root in his mirror-like heart. Otherwise, when he was facing the Duke of Buckingham, he would not have said that as long as he stood up, he would let them go.

The white-robed monk had an intuition that if he wanted to get rid of the dust in his heart, then he should accept this invitation.

Several candles were lit in the tent, and the king was sitting on a high-backed chair. The warm yellow firelight gilded the back of the chair into a blurred and dreamy gold.The king's silver hair fell to his shoulders, he was surrounded by scarlet robes, and his overly young face was set off to make his complexion as white as snow.The moment he looked up, the white-robed monk thought he saw a dragon waking up.

The dragon slayer... the dragon...

The white-robed monk thought as he stepped into the king's main tent.

On the table before the king was a cloth map of the world.The white-robed monk saw that there were different marks on the map. On the territory of the Blaise Kingdom, there were many symbols that looked like swords intersecting.

There was an empty chair opposite the king, and the white-robed monk was facing the king across the long table. In the eyes of the white-robed monk, the shadow of the holy flame was slowly rising.The silence in the tent was like the moment before the snow mountain was about to collapse. The flame on the sword on the waist of the white-robed monk had not been extinguished. As long as there was such a moment, the white-robed monk could pull out the sword and kill the king.It seemed that there was an invisible airflow hovering beside the two people.

After a while, the white-robed monk took a few steps forward and sat down in front of the king.

"I heard that the Blessed One is the most devout believer, and he devotes all his time to meditation and prayer to the Holy Spirit." The wind blew outside the tent, and the cold moon in the sky was blocked by the dark clouds drifting over. The king looked at the young monk sitting across from him, "Do you understand the meaning of the marks on these maps?"

"The Blessed One is a person who is destined to dedicate everything to the gods. If you don't mind, please advise." The white shawl of the white-robed monk hung with golden tassels. At this time, the tassels were floating slightly, with a faint golden light.

"This is the slaughterhouse, you brought it here." The king pushed the map towards the white-robed monk. "Every pair of swords meets is a huge battlefield, where at least hundreds of people die every day. The Holy Court Didn’t you come here to save the world? Your universality and salvation is to bring fire and swords to believers? Ferry III, his followers, and their knights are also devout believers.”

The white-robed friar looked down at the map.

Every pair of intersecting swords on the map unfolded and turned into a grinding pan of blood and flesh.The white-robed monk doesn't understand politics, but these days he has seen many maps where rebel generals discuss their battle plans, and he has heard about some of the actions of the Holy Court.Therefore, when he saw this map, the white-robed friar was faintly surprised—the Blacy battlefield marked on Legrand's king's map was extremely accurate.

How did he know the situation of the war on the other side of the Abyss Strait?

"Although Ferry III is a believer, he made mistakes. His Excellency's decision is only to make him repent." The white-robed monk bowed slightly, "The establishment of the Kingdom of God will spread the hymns further, we have to reason for doing so."

"What reason? Interest or ambition?" The king's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "You are also shaking, aren't you? Otherwise you would not accept my invitation. If I were a member of the Sanctuary, I would not let you become a member of the Sanctuary A member of ... you are too wandering."

"That's what my mentor said back then." The white-robed monk admitted frankly, his eyes were as clear as a child's, "So I want to ask you a question."

"please say."

"The Duke of Buckingham said that we don't understand what you want. He said we don't understand at all." The white-robed friar's eyes floated in doubt, "Glory, money, power, rights... The original sin of man originated from greed. Desires, whatever you desire, we can give you."

"If you ask this question, it means that you really don't understand." The king sighed, "The shepherd gave fresh grass to the sheep, and at the same time he used a whip to circle an invisible fence. Although there is everything inside the fence, but Those are all fake, and each of them may become a sacrifice on the altar at any time. Therefore, there are always a few sheep who want to rush out of the fence and go to another sky, even if they live on a cliff. .”

"You treat us as shepherds, but walking with hell is definitely not a good choice." At some point in the tent, a turbulent night wind was blowing, and the monk in white robes looked at the king. The power from the darkness. Aren't you throwing yourself into another fence?"

The camp outside the main tent seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. The soldiers seemed to be very tired after a day of marching, and they all fell asleep at this time.The patrolling soldiers seemed to be far away.The sound of the turbulent water of the Laixi River not far away became very distant, as if the tent had lost contact with the outside and was independent in a space.

Under the cover of the dark night, the thick black mist has silently enveloped him.

"for example?"

the king asked with a smile.

"For example, the gentleman behind you." The white-robed monk bowed slightly, "That is a remarkable existence, do you know what they all mean? That is a real disaster."

The moment he bowed, holy flames instantly spread from his clothes and stretched forward along the long tablecloth.The flames swam like snakes, and the map with densely packed marks on the desktop made a "hula", bending and undulating in mid-air, and the color of the pairs of sword marks on the map turned darker in the fire.The fire leaped and grew larger with a "huh", clearly illuminating the entire spacious king's main tent.

The light of the holy fire is bright and white, and everything in the light of the fire seems to be covered with a faint layer of holy light.

In the milky white light, some other things are particularly dazzling.

I saw a huge and complicated six-pointed formation drawn on the ground of the tent, and two triangles overlapped in an upside-down position.Under the shining of the holy light, these originally very hidden formations were exposed instantly, and hell and the holy court were as incompatible as ice and fire.The complex and difficult magic circle uses ancient languages, and those languages ​​themselves carry mysterious and powerful power, but humans cannot write such words.

It does not belong to the world.

Rifts of black mist rose from the magic circle, and the mist condensed and lingered, moving across the ground and heading towards the white-robed monk like lightning.

Facing the black mist coming towards him, the white-robed monk remained motionless, and he only stared straight at the king.The moment the poisonous snake-like black mist approached the white-robed monk, it melted away in the holy light, leaving nothing behind.On the contrary, on the long table in front of the king, the holy flame gathered together and turned into a sharp sword, stabbing straight at the king.The sharp sword condensed by the holy fire is invisible and qualityless, and it cannot be countered by mortals.

The shadow of the high-backed chair behind the king suddenly elongated, like a silhouette.

A pair of slender hands stretched out from behind the king, and when the lightsaber was less than half a palm width away from the king's forehead, those hands held the blade of the lightsaber. With a clear "click", the sword condensed by the holy fire shattered into many light spots, large and small, scattered all over the place.

"Be polite, sir."

The devil hiding in the shadow behind the king raised his head, and he looked at the white-robed monk opposite with a smile in a gesture of wrapping the king in his arms.

"Don't touch other people's treasures... This is basic etiquette."

"really……"

The white-robed monk muttered to himself.

"One of the oldest devils."

The runes of fire sword and lightsaber faintly emerged in his pupils, making his pupils present an inhuman and strange beauty.

When he set foot on Legrand, the mentor once gave him a special task:

Someone in Legrand has fallen into heresy and signed a pact with the ancient devil of hell.He wants to seal the ancient devil before its power is restored, and cleanse the sinners who have become bridges between hell and the world.

"... Every devil in the legendary era symbolizes a kind of disaster. The more ancient the devil, the more terrifying the disaster. They hold different powers of sin... Don't let their connection with the human world become closer , otherwise they would be able to infiltrate their power through any tiny connection..."

This is what the teacher said when he taught him.

Legrand's black death was controlled too bizarrely, and the king's touch could not have the ability to solve a city's plague.The white-robed monk had locked his target on Legrand's king from the very beginning, and he also came prepared.

Before stepping into the king's main tent, he held the hilt of the holy sword in his hand, and felt a dark aura that was well hidden in the tent.

At the moment when the lightsaber shattered, the formation on the ground burst into flames, and countless black chains shot out, sealing off the space around the white-robed monk.

"The fallen shall be purged."

The white-robed monk said sharply, and the sword hanging from his waist automatically unsheathed and floated in front of him.The chains closest to him were broken in an instant, and the white-robed monk reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The king and the devil used conversations to delay time and complete the layout of the formation, and he did the same!

He was also stalling for time to awaken the holy sword on his waist.

This sword is a sacred object!