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Gods Only Belonging to Kings ([-])

Countless arrows and staffs were aimed at them, and the faces of the long-haired and pointed-eared elves showed unabashed repulsion, disgust, and anger.

Physilis pursed her lips, covering up the icy aura around her.Ansair glanced at Phycilis, who was trying to release his kindness, in a little surprise, and thought flashed in his pupils.

Almost obediently, the elves grabbed him, and the flexible vines bound his body. The silver-haired man sideways avoided the sharp long sword, and walked forward in silence.

Unlike Physilis, Ansair directly revealed his identity, and after being confirmed, the vigilant and unwilling elves welcomed into the elf kingdom.

"This is my companion." The blond king said, catching the man who was about to be taken away with one hand, facing the indifferent eyes of all the elves.

Physilis pulled out her hand vigorously, but instead of pulling it out, she was held even tighter.

Being forcibly imprisoned by Ansair, the churning divine power in his body overflowed almost maniacally, wrapping around his wrist along the contact place.

Ansair kept walking, as if he couldn't feel the destructive divine power wreak havoc in his veins, almost indulging the other party to climb up his upper body along the blood from his wrist.

The two unidentified people were brought in front of the Elf Emperor by the elf guards. Before anyone could speak, the silver-haired man who was held by one hand suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and knelt weakly on the ground.At the same time, the black-gray divine power flowing into the heart was scattered by the golden light.

"Physilis!" Pulling him into his arms, Ansair stretched out his hand and wiped off the faint scarlet color on the silver-haired man's lips, without even caring about the reaction the Elf Emperor would have at this time. A look of deep depression and panic flashed in his eyes.

"My king..." The elf emperor raised his hand to stop the people beside him from speaking. The five senses of elves are always very keen, and he clearly heard the emperor of the heavenly clan calling the silver-haired man's name.

—Physilis.

Maybe other people don't understand the meaning of this name, but as every Elf Emperor, they will be told that this name exists. ...the only god alive today.

"Come here, invite the priest." The Elf Emperor said.

"Yes, my king."

For a moment, Physilis really wanted to kill Ansair, the son of destiny, but it was like a warning. His divine power was backlashed by the golden light of luck in Ansier's body, directly hurting the source, almost He couldn't even maintain his shape.

Apart from the world consciousness, even Ansair couldn't see the reason for this kind of injury, he only vaguely knew that it had something to do with him.He was indulging in the power of Physilis, and that was because he subconsciously knew that Physilis could not hurt him, but he never thought that he would bring harm to Physilis.

Seeing Physilis' expression of resisting the condensation more and more, Ansair's face remained unchanged, his pupils shrank, and he still hugged the person in his arms tightly.Even if it is a god, so what?

Since you provoked him, it is impossible to run away!

The High Priest, who used his magic power to investigate the situation of Phicilis, shook his head at the Elf King, meaning that he couldn't see why this man was coughing up blood.Because of Phycilis' refusal and Ansair's obvious uneasiness, the high priest of the elves couldn't touch Phycilis' body, so he could only use magic power to search secretly from a long distance, but still found nothing.

The Elf King was not surprised. The body structure of a god might be different from that of other races, and the way magic power worked would naturally be different.

To appease the agitated elves, the Elf Emperor accepted the two as guests, and kept the two on the grounds that Phycilis was injured.

"My king, are you sure?" The appearance of the high priest of the elf clan is not as handsome and young as the high priest of the sky clan. His wise and far-reaching eyes penetrated the old skin and looked at the elf emperor calmly.

"Yes." □□That can only be used by God.

The Elf Emperor looked at the residence where the silver-haired god was placed, and sighed softly.

"It's time to repay the debt..."

Ansair's residence was right next to Physilis's, and he seemed to have forgotten his own room, staying in Physilis's room every time.Physilis was helpless against him, but wanted to resist but remembered that every time he resisted, he would end badly, so he could only ignore this stalker who didn't look like an emperor at all.

"His Royal Highness Ansair! Cough..." Physilis leaned half on the mattress, and coughed before finishing speaking.

"I'm here." Ansair held a glass of water and gently patted Physilis's back with one hand, his tone was gentle, without the usual coldness at all, "Don't worry, drink some water and talk slowly."

Phicilis didn't think that the original damage would be reflected on the soul, so he took a sip of water from the man's hand, and a trace of complexity flashed across his eyes: "Why are you so attentive to me?"

"Want to know?" The corners of his straight lips twitched, and Ansair leaned closer to Physilis, seeing the reflection of his blond hair clearly reflected in the clean blood-red glass, his mood immediately rose a few hundred points.The closer he got, the more joyful he was, and he let out the warm breath in his mouth slowly, "Then tell me first, why are you... so tolerant to the elves?" Speaking of this, Ansair's eyes quickly flashed a trace of gloom and Invisible jealousy, which the youth did not see.

Why are they so repulsive to the Celestial Clan, and so indifferent to the Demon Clan, but almost restrained tolerance to the Elves?

Is it because the Celestial Clan is too arrogant?No, no, speaking of arrogance, the arrogance of the elves is also well known.

So, why...why?

Phicilis never thought that Ansair would ask this question, and after being stunned for a while, he didn't feel that there was anything he couldn't say. He looked at the paranoia in Ansier's eyes, thinking about getting rid of this kind of feeling as soon as possible, which made him feel all over the place. On an uncomfortable day, he opened his mouth and said, "Probably because of... Dino."

Dino?

Wait... Dinodis!God of elves? !

The distant past seemed to be brought up because of the blurted name, and Phycillis, who was immersed in memory, did not notice the change in Ansair's mood, and carefully recalled the past that existed before the long and empty time.

Dinodis is probably one of the few gods who shows kindness to Phycilis.He was also one of the few former friends of Physilis.

Yes, once, before that day...

"Fici," the elf god held his injured left shoulder, and looked sadly at the silver-haired, red-eyed god in black armor, "Do you really want to do this?" Really, do you want to attack me...

The silver-haired god clenched the long sword in his hand, closed his rippling red pupils, and when he opened them again, there was no trace of emotion in them, just as cold and ruthless as the words he said: "This is my god's order."

The last glimmer of hope was dashed, and the elf god closed his eyes in despair: "Fici, I thought we were friends."

The silver-haired god seemed unmoved, the hand holding the sword hilt did not tremble, and pierced straight into the elf god's chest with monstrous divine power.

The elf god didn't struggle, because he knew that struggling was futile, and no one, or even any god, could escape Phycilis's interception.

The elf god ignored the sword that had pierced his chest, and instead stepped forward, allowing it to penetrate deeper enough that he could grab Phycilis' hand that was gripping the hilt.

He looked up at the unmoved god, and smiled, but it was full of bitterness: "Fixi, after I dissipate, can you... let my followers go, it seems..."

"...For the sake of our previous relationship..."

The hand hangs down weakly, draws out the long sword, and the silver-haired god silently takes a step forward to catch the unconscious elf god.

"……it is good."

—Physy, I thought we were friends.

——Don't think, I have never denied this point.

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The Elf King closed the taboo book in his hands, which could be regarded as treasonous and outrageous, and sighed.

My God, you clearly value the God of Destruction so much, why...

What about deceiving him?

Even, this deception has survived to this day.

Obviously regretting it, obviously guilty enough to want to make amends, so why did you do it in the first place?

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[Probably because I am not reconciled, in his eyes, I am just a "friend". 】