After Becoming The Tyrant

The violent wind stopped suddenly, and all the sulfur and fire rain in the sky froze in an instant.

The long sword in the angel's hand shone with an incomparably dazzling light, and a dazzling whiteness appeared in the hell where dark red and black were the main colors.

The ancient chants centered on St. Val and swayed in circles like ripples, majestic and majestic, as if the legion of angels crossed the boundary between the kingdom of God and the world, and descended on this dead hell. They stood behind St. Val, adhering to the That supreme will sent down the prophesied judgment.

The devil withdrew, and he held the bone scepter and stood in the air, looking up at the brighter and brighter light.

He didn't try to interrupt what St. Val was doing, because the "trial" was something he couldn't interrupt.

The power of judgment does not come from St. Val himself. It is the imprint left by God in the angel Holy Spirit. It is also the reason why angels are angels. That is the source of their power. above the person.

Hell is not within the boundaries prohibited by the "Law", and all mysterious forces here will not be suppressed in any way.

And the failure 1000 years ago has let Saint Val know what kind of enemy he is facing.

All temptations and attacks are futile. If he doesn't want to fall completely, he must use his most powerful power directly from the beginning.

The breath of God appeared in hell, like a light suddenly lit in the thick darkness, so dazzling and so clear.In other places in hell, one after another of the ancient lords is constantly awakened.In the darkness and the wilderness, they whispered to themselves with some shock, "Which madman brought the angel here?".

The swamp is rolling, the black sea is turbulent, the abyss is stupid...the hell that has been silent for thousands of years has begun to have a little commotion.

The madman who led the angel to hell is facing God's verdict.

Countless black butterflies surged behind the devil, forming a sea-like black cloud again.The sounds of countless black butterflies fluttering together formed a melody that was harsh and cold to the angel chant.The clouds of black butterflies meander down from the sky, forming a road connecting the mid-air and the ground.

At this moment, this space presents a kind of terrifying chaos.

Distortions appeared in the space, and the sulfur raindrops in the sky disappeared immediately after falling into those space cracks.

Two rules are competing.

The rules of the kingdom of God and the rules of hell.

"Judgment" itself is equivalent to rules.

The adjudicator holds the rules and is the master of the rules, and makes a judgment based on the measurement of the rules.When the angel mobilized the seal of the gods, he began to tamper with the rules of this hell.

He used the power of the gods to introduce the rules of the Kingdom of God into hell, thereby denying the existence meaning of this piece of hell.

With the angel at the center, an invisible heavy pressure shrouded down from the sky, cracks began to appear in the scorched black rock on the ground, and red gold magma continuously splashed out of it.The jagged mountain walls began to disintegrate, and large boulders fell in various places.

This piece of hell was condemned as "should not exist", and the angels were the ones who brought the end to it.

In the rumbling sound, the nightmare carriage passed through the spewing magma, and the skulls on the four wheels of the carriage spewed countless large and small bones from their mouths amidst the sound of bone collisions.

The bones spit out like a fountain from the skull's mouth were reorganized one by one, forming four bone shields suspended around the carriage.The magma ejected from the ground and the boulder above the head were firmly blocked by the four shields.The crow that was parked on the roof of the carriage flapped its wings and screamed nervously, its voice being drowned out in the sound of the earth-shattering waves.

The nightmare carriage arrived at the black butterfly road extending down from midair.

The king has awakened.

The king jumped out of the carriage and landed steadily on the long road formed by black butterflies.The moment the king stepped forward, the streamer-like black butterfly road quickly retracted, bringing the king to the devil.

The devil handed the scepter of white bones to the king, and opened the black umbrella with the long sword hidden in the dragon bone.

At this time, the angels in the sky were suspended there, shrouded in light, like a sun rising in hell.

A group of black butterflies formed a huge throne, and the silver-haired king sat on the throne, facing the suspended angel far away.He was holding the bone scepter, and the hand with the "greed and ill-gotten wealth" authority ring rested on the top of the scepter.He was obviously just a mortal, but the king was so majestic at this moment that he seemed to hold the authority of the whole world.

—He is like the king of the whole world.

The strong wind blew the king's silver hair fiercely, and the figure of an angel was printed in his icy blue pupils.

In his pupils, the angels have become smaller.

"This place is following the old order."

The king ordered indifferently, without a trace of emotion.

The cold order resounded throughout the world, like an ancient bronze bell being rung, and the sound shook the entire century.

On the black ground, magma flowed backwards, and the cracks closed again.The space was originally like a piece of crumpled paper, with countless twisted wrinkles, but now a pair of invisible hands brushed over, smoothing those wrinkles one by one.Mountains no longer disintegrate.

In this piece of hell, the distorted and chaotic order due to the angel's "trial" was rebuilt in the king's voice.

"recovery."

After the first order was finished, the king felt as if his strength was completely taken away in an instant, and a sharp headache occurred almost instantly.Gritting his teeth, he issued a second order.

This section of the still river of undead suddenly boiled, one after another, the pale undead all raised their heads and uttered ear-piercing wailing.All the corpses hanging on those jagged ridges raised their hands to pluck themselves off the ropes, and black wings stretched out from behind them.Cracks began to appear on the wall of hundreds of insects where countless bones were buried, and those fossilized bones struggled to crawl out of it.

This hell has been dead for a long time.

But under the king's order, this hell began to revive.

However, at this moment of "resurrection" in this hell, the long sword held tightly by the angel's hands was finally cut off.Like a sword light of a surging river, everything it passes is ignited.A brilliant golden flame was left in the air, and in that flame were countless images of angels in armor.

This is a sword, but also an army.

God is the Lord of Armies. When Saint Val was still in the world, he was His beloved one. When Saint Val was about to fall for the second time, He crossed the kingdom of God with the help of the imprint of Saint Val's angelic holy spirit. and the borders of hell, descended an army.

The judgment of "Doomsday" comes.

A torrent of flames swept from the sky, and the king's pupils printed thousands of swords contained in those red gold flames.God punishes heaven and earth... The apostles of the holy court claimed that "God judges the world, and if it is unclean and false, it will be cleansed with fire and blood."

Is this the sword of God?

"Yes, that is."

The devil whispered, and he stood beside the king, and he seemed to guess what the king was thinking.Holding the umbrella, the devil had a rare expression on his face, and he glanced sideways at the king.When this god's fire was about to burn the world, he bowed slightly as usual.

"And I am your sword. Your Majesty."

The crow named "Mon Ra" that had been circling around the king uttered a loud cry, which was like the charging horn of the human army.

Behind the king, corpses with black wings and white bones crawling out of the wall of hundreds of insects soared into the sky. There were tens of thousands of them, like sand and seas. They were like devils, serving the same person again after many years. , they are the king's army.Commanding this army is a stepping devil, with a faint afterglow of his black dress.

The devil sank into the sky like a goshawk, and behind him was the torrent of hell.

They took the initiative to meet the blow of the angel, and the two torrents collided in mid-air, and the sound of the moment of collision was like countless thunderclaps at the same time.

The two torrents collided, the phantom of the angel and the corpses and bones were fighting in the flames and black mist, the devil leaped from the stalemate front, the keel sword in his hand tilted and drooped, he split all the obstacles along the way, He stared fixedly at Saint Val in armor.

Thick black mist rolled over the devil's body, and as he approached the angel, the black mist around him was continuously weakened by the bright holy light.

The devil didn't care, he used himself as a sharp knife, ready for the final fatal blow.The person holding the knife only needs to care about whether it will hit the target in the end, not what kind of danger the sword itself faces.The devil is indeed willing to be a knife and a sword, but there has never been only one person who can wield the knife and the sword.

The man sat on the throne.

In hell, regarded as the abyss of evil and the nest of evil, black butterflies hovered around the king like thousands of worshiping people.And his army is fighting at his will.

The king looked up.

He watched the bones rain down with flames, the corpses disappeared with the phantom of the angel, and the devil collided with the sword of Saint Val.

The world suddenly fell silent.

The devil whose black dress was already full of cracks nailed the keel sword into the chest of Saint Val whose armor was broken.He drew out the long sword, fire and light burst out of Saint Val's body, and the legion-like angel phantoms dissipated one by one, the armor on Saint Val's body split and fell off, and his face began to change.

The face of the angel is disappearing, and what emerges is a mortal, not so perfect, handsome face.

That's Warwick Bligh.

The pupils of the young white-robed monk reflected the dark red sky and the golden flames that had not yet dissipated. His vision gradually collapsed, and the wings on his back were disappearing.He will fall downwards, but he looks up to the sky.

"It turns out...that's it."

He muttered to himself, as if he finally got an answer, the next moment his body shattered into thousands of light spots, like a container that finally couldn't bear it.

On the tip of the devil's sword, a drop of golden blood slowly slid down.

The drop of blood fell downwards, onto the scorched terracotta.

The king heard the sound of blood dripping.

despair.

The sound of an angel's blood dripping turned out to be the same as the sound of a mortal's blood dripping.

………………

Blacy, St. Val's Cathedral.

A white-haired archbishop stood silently before a statue of an angel.

He raised his head and looked at the holy Saint Val, with tears rolling down his wrinkled face.

"Anil...you're right."

The old archbishop burst into tears.

In this world, who can be selfless?Who can restrain their love and helplessness?Warwick Bligh...is his nephew!It is the last flesh and blood of his only brother left in this world.That pious child didn't know until his death that his mentor was actually his only relative in the world.

"Monsieur Bishop."

With a deep voice, the envoy sent by Ferry III stood behind him.

"Now, would you like to join us?"