As a Demon God, I'm working on construction in Liyue [Original God]

In the deserted tavern, a young man with a harp in his hand is singing, which can be regarded as a simple opening.

And there are only two listeners here.

Windy Wendy with one wing was drinking a glass of rough cider, which was big enough to fill him at least completely.

The proprietress of the tavern was not focused on the beautiful music at all, she looked at Wendy curiously, as if to verify whether he could finish the drink.

"It's amazing." The proprietress saw that Wendy had finished drinking a large glass of apple brew.

Although the alcohol content of this kind of apple stuffing is not high, it is more like a drink than wine, but it is enough for her to feel unbelievable that this little wind elf can finish it.

After the boy on the stage finished playing, he stepped off the stage and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

In half a minute the never late guest should be about to open the door.

However, when the minute hand passed the number 12, the bell outside the door was not rang.

About half an hour later, a gorgeously dressed young nobleman finally came in in a hurry. He called himself Storm, and he was the most important supporter of the boy and the resistance organization behind him.

"You are late." The young man teased passionately, knowing that Bao Feng is never late.

Baofeng was very annoyed, "I'm sorry, I was entangled by a subordinate, so I was late." The subordinate was a girl he rescued. She was cute when she was young, but as she grew up, she gradually became stronger.

"Her?" When he plucked the strings, the boy played a brisk tone, and the wind spirit fell steadily on his shoulders.

For the story, Wendy is as interested as the boy.

Bao Feng thought for a few seconds and satisfied their curiosity, but he omitted many details, only saying that he met the girl when she was young, and they have been together since then, the girl is an excellent hunter, and has gained a lot since childhood The prey will show him.

But now she has changed, she is no longer like before, she is always imagining the future, talking about the scenes she dreamed, where there are endless prey and endless berries, she said she wants to go with him to the place with green wandering in the wilderness, for her heart has been given to him.

Telling the story calmly, Baofeng saw the eyes of all the humans present and the wind elf.

The sentimental proprietress even wiped away her tears.

"She likes you." The boy recovered from the shock, "Baofeng, can't you feel it?"

The proprietress even wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, and couldn't help saying, "It's so nice to be young, it reminds me of my former self." No one has had a sour relationship yet.

"I can't feel it, I still have a lot to do." The answer was almost callous.

Even Wendy couldn't listen.

The proprietress even patted Bao Feng on the shoulder, "Dating a relationship doesn't conflict with doing business."

Feng Feng, who was almost fell down, held onto the table calmly, and he told everyone what he thought, "I think she doesn't like me anymore." This was a good result, and he watched the girl run away crying again On, just like before.

But this time he was no longer worried and would not look for her. In terms of human age, she was an adult and could live her own life.

"Why?" The boy asked puzzled, obviously that girl loved Bao Feng deeply, why did she suddenly dislike her.

"She said today that she hates me." Speaking of this, Bao Feng's expression did not change, as if he was telling a fact.

When he clarified his responsibilities and thoughts to the girl again, the other party seemed to have finally realized it. For the first time in her life, she called him a tyrant, scolded him for not caring about other people's thoughts, without sincerity, and said that he was thinking of others. But what it does is push everyone away.

Baofeng accepted this calmly, the girl was right, he was indeed a tyrant.

Maybe he would be puzzled by being called a tyrant before, but now he accepts this title calmly.

"That girl doesn't hate you, she hates herself who can't be loved by you, hey, young man." The proprietress couldn't take it anymore, she went to the bar and brought another glass of apple brew, "Drink it, a little alcohol can make you feel better." You wake up."

"Thank you." Thank you politely, Bao Feng put the wine glass by the side without moving.

But Wind Elf Wendy is ready to move.

This made Baofeng frowned, but the wind elf didn't notice this abnormality at all.

"Well, after we break the cage and liberate Mond tomorrow, you can stand on the tower and apologize to her. I think that lady will definitely forgive a warrior who resisted the tyrant." The boy looked at the wind elf after he finished speaking. Again, he got approval from the elf, and everyone seems to like the ending.

But the storm said, "I can't go with you tomorrow, I have more important things to do."

Hearing this sentence, the young man was disappointed, but he didn't say much. It was really inappropriate to appear as a storm.

All the rebels funded by the storm, including teenagers, thought that this rich and powerful young nobleman should be the youngest son of the Lawrence family or other big families, because they couldn't understand the atrocities of the lonely king of the tower, so they turned to rebel cause.

He also knew that the lonely king of the tower became more tyrannical after the arrival of that mysterious distinguished guest.

If that god was just a king who didn't want to listen to his people before, he is now a complete tyrant.

Especially for the nobles in the city, if they displease the gods at least a little bit, they will be deprived of their property and reputation, and they will be driven out of the wind wall.

Seeing that the nobles were like this, people were even more frightened for a while.

Under extreme fear, the secret organization that resisted the notice of the lonely king of the tower grew stronger and stronger, and even many nobles could no longer bear the high pressure of the wind and devoted themselves to it.

The young man plucked the strings again, and in the lingering sound, he asked a question among friends, "Storm, when will we know your real name?"

Bao Feng answered the boy's words seriously, "When the resistance is over, you will know my name."

"That's great. I look forward to getting your name tomorrow instead of calling you by your code name." The boy knew that Baofeng never lied.

Bao Feng gave a rare smile, "I hope too."

After speaking, he explained a few words about the deployment on the tower, and he was as familiar with it as if he lived there.

"Don't worry, the entire Mond will stand with us tomorrow!"

The young man made an impassioned statement. He believed that the will of the people must be seen by the lonely king of the tower, and the voice of resistance was transmitted to the god, and maybe the other party could make a change because of it.

Although the slogan of rebellion calls for crushing the tyrant and tearing apart the wall of wind, in fact the boy and other rebels do not completely want to overthrow the rule of the gods.They know that on this bitterly cold snow field, the wind wall is a shelter, and the pursuit of freedom does not mean the pursuit of death.

"Well, you will succeed." Stormwind responded with a not-so-obvious smile, "This is not for God to hear, nor is it a prayer. When your true thoughts gather, the wind wall will dissipate."

"It's us." Every time he heard Baofeng talking about you, the boy would correct him, "You are also one of them, and you have worked hard for this. In fact, I have always felt that without your funding and help, the rebels would not Join forces to challenge the gods."

In fact, besides thinking that the boy is a nobleman, there is another more daring guess.

That is, Baofeng is a god, and he didn't understand the guarantee of the lonely king of the tower, so he stepped forward to help them. Otherwise, they really couldn't think of anyone other than God who would dare to challenge another god.

But the young man didn't tell Bao Feng about these guesses, he was afraid that the other party would laugh at the rebels for thinking too much.

You must know that the storm's evaluation is more accurate than the arrows shot by Mond's best archer, and it can hit the goal every time.

Unaware that he was regarded as a god by some rebels, Feng Feng nodded his head as a response.

"Then I'll go back, see you tomorrow." After finishing speaking, Bao Feng left without looking back.

The boy and Wendy knew his temper a long time ago, so they waved lazily behind and didn't send him off.

And Wendy waited for the storm to go away, and couldn't wait to look at the proprietress at the bar, that glass of poured apple stuffing couldn't be wasted.

"Drink, drink, but this is the last glass. I'll buy you another drink for free when you return home!" The proprietress knew what the boy and the wind elf would face tomorrow, so she didn't stop Wendy from drinking that glass. Apple stuffed.

Since the high-yield crops spread in Mond, there was a surplus of food and wine became less precious.

Wendy happily flew towards the glass of wine, but before he could take a sip, the bell outside the door rang again.

A girl with loose hair and a magic bow pushed the door and walked in. Her appearance made everyone present feel like an enemy. Wendy even stopped drinking apple brew and stood in front of the boy.

"Amos." The young man read out the name of the most powerful human warrior under the lonely throne of the tower.

Her bow and arrow are hunting bows, but her hunting objects are never wild boars or other animals, but human beings like her.

As long as it is the character who is ordered to be killed by the lonely king of the tower, even if he escapes from the wind wall, he will not be able to avoid her sharp arrows.

For a long time, the people of Mond called her the slave of the lonely king of the tower, saying that she seemed to have no soul of her own, but a puppet obeying the orders of God.

"I'm not here to kill you." Amos skipped over the little wind elf, "Tomorrow you will join forces with the defector Gunnhild family and other soldiers in the city to launch a counterattack, right?"

She was so determined, as if she had seen all the plans.

The young man suddenly became serious. This plan is supposed to be top secret, and only the rebels know about it... Could it be that there is a traitor among them?

Amos saw the boy's doubts, and she waved her hand, "Don't worry about how I know, I will guide you tomorrow and let you see the king."

Before the boy could speak, Amos was about to leave, "If your plan doesn't go ahead as usual tomorrow, then I will hunt you down one by one. You know how accurate my arrows are." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left A proud back of everyone.

As the bell rang again, the proprietress shuddered, and she was the first to realize what had happened.

"Will it continue tomorrow?" The proprietress asked eagerly, and if she didn't continue, she would send out the news.

The boy thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Go on, Wendy and I will go first." Amos was not joking when he said that he would kill the rebels.

Shaking his head secretly, the teenager looked forward optimistically, if it was a trap, they could escape with Wendy's help.

Speaking of which, Wendy is really getting stronger and stronger.The boy suspected that if the wind elf continued to grow, he would be as powerful as a god.

"Okay." The proprietress respected the boy's choice.

Early the next morning.

The boy set off with Wendy, and the proprietress said goodbye to them.

"According to the previous agreement, if there are flowers falling on the tower, it proves that we can act. If not, please tell Baofeng and other friends that we still have a chance in the future." The boy told the red-eyed proprietress before leaving.

After saying the last words, the boy and the wind elf walked towards the tower where the god lived.

At the fork in the road they met the knight who was already waiting.

The knight kept up with the boy in silence. He was responsible for helping the boy contact the guards in the city. After Amos left last night, Wendy sent him the news with the help of the wind.

He admired the courage of the young man to take risks, so he chose to walk with him.

The journey was surprisingly quiet, and the boy soon came to the tower, where he saw Amos sitting on the stone steps and looking up at the sky.

Holding her bow and arrow, she stared at the sky cut off by the wind wall.

"Why do you want to participate?" The older knight stood up and asked.

Amos came back to her senses, she glanced at the knight with scumbag eyes and did not answer.

The older one was actually relentless, "The tyrant is your enemy. If it weren't for his order, your parents would not have escaped and were frozen to death on the snowfield." Although her noble parents did not do anything good, oppressing her every day ordinary people.

"Many of the nobles you killed were the ones who betrayed your parents. Why, now you want to use us to complete your final revenge?"

"I don't allow you to call him that." Amos finally couldn't help but said, "He used to be my enemy, but the reason I shot the sharp arrow was not as simple as revenge."

At this point, Amos put on a foolish expression.

At this time, flowers fell from the high tower mountain, and they were blown by the breeze to all parts of Mond.

The young man was taken aback, but Amos' eyes changed. She clenched her bow tightly and shouted, "Follow me!" She wanted to stop him, and let those eyes look away from the city to look at her. The extravagant expectations of mortals, she is begging for God's attention.

At this time, from all over the city, people rushed to the tower where the god lived.

Human beings who have been oppressed for a long time burst out with amazing perseverance. The rebels held up their banners. They ran and shouted, refusing to bow their knees, refusing the freedom of lying on the ground. Song, even if it is the echo of the cruel wind and snow.

The boy felt that those voices were so far away and so near.

There is no obstruction in the tower until the last door.

The strong wind was blowing, and if there was a voice coming from the endless whistling, "If you are the best prepared, you can smash the strong wind and break through the cage."

Hearing this, the brave knight raised his great sword, but the great sword could not tear through the wind.

The excellent huntress pulled the bowstring in the most standard posture with a blank face, but the sharp arrow could not pierce the invisible.

Until the boy realized something, he took out his harp, and when the first note was played, Wendy sent it to the resisting crowd outside with the wind.

The desire to call for freedom combined with the notes, and the wind that blocked the door was split open.

The door opened, and as far as the eye can see, there is only the god seat, on which sits the tornado demon god Dekarapian, who is the lone king of the wind wall and the storm that supports the rebels.

why you.

The boy understood the meaning of last night's conversation. The storm really couldn't come, he was the tyrant himself.

The tornado demon god Dekarapian got up and stepped down from the throne. The oppressive wind around him made the people present subconsciously want to lie down and hide. Other rebels in the city also noticed this change, but before the flowers gave They encouraged, as if to prove their determination, they rushed to the tower against the wind.

Knowing that the tornado demon god Dekarapian knew these words, the nobles rallied people to resist. They knew what would happen to them as nobles after the young king knew the current situation of Mond.

At that time, we will definitely not be let go!Just like those nobles before!

Only the palm-sized wind elf Wendy stood in front of everyone, and he confronted the tornado demon god Dekarapian.

But in the next second, an accident happened, and several arrows shot at the boy through the window.

"No!!" Amos looked at her companions and subordinates, who also carried out God's orders.

Loyalty makes it impossible for those archers to sit idly by and ignore the mortals who transcend.

The boy with the arrow in his chest lowered his head, he didn't feel the pain, then he looked up at Dekarapian who was standing still, at this moment he suddenly understood.

A pure white consciousness space appeared, and there was no wind in this world. The tornado demon god Dekarapian looked at the avatar he created.

He heard the boy say with a smile, "So I am you."

"No, you are not me, you are a unique individual." Dekarapian calmly talked about his plan, "When I realized the problem of Mond, I knew that I could not integrate into Mond, so I created it. You, put my wish on you."

It's very domineering to do so, but Dekarapian, the demon god of the tornado, thinks it's okay, because he is a tyrant anyway.

"I hope you grow up in Mond, listen to people's voices, and find the right path. If I agree with your thoughts, I will help you and give you the confidence to challenge the gods."

Speaking of this, Dekarapian, the demon god of the tornado, smiled, "I am very pleased that you have done so well."

The young man sighed helplessly, and he asked another question, "Is Wendy also your incarnation?" If so, then it belongs to a triangle in the poem, and the young man regretted that he couldn't write it down and pass it on.

"He is not, he has a more important mission."

As soon as the words of the tornado demon god Dekarapian fell, the pure white space of consciousness became unstable. Through the hazy light, he could vaguely see the tower collapsing.

It's time to leave.

"Come with me, when the hopeful future comes, we will meet the people of this land again." Dekarapian stretched out his hand to the young man, and the next should not belong to their era.

The boy held it, and immediately returned to normal after being pulled for a long time.

The knight and Wendy jumped at the fallen boy at the same time.

Trembling, Amos shed tears. She raised her bow and put on an arrow, trying to use threats to get the attention of Dekarapian, who was about to turn into a tornado.

After reading those letters, Amos finally understood Dekarapian’s real plan. His plan was indeed to eliminate moths, but this was not to restore the hearts of the people and consolidate his rule, but to prepare for the so-called newborn Mond , a Mond forged by his death.

Amos imagined before he got the truth that when Dekarapian restored order to Mond, they would be able to live the life described in the books sent from the outside world.

For this reason, she was willing to kill the corrupt nobles according to Dekarapian's instructions. She thought that it was their common dream to make Mond better, but it turned out to be nothing in the end.

She thought that bringing back the rebels and letting them bring their voices to her king would stop death.

Sure enough, the plans of the gods never take into account the feelings of mortals.

Amos looked at the turbulent wind and sighed.

"Let's go." The knight shouted at Amos holding the lifeless boy.

The wind elf named Wendy is protecting them with his strength, and they can still escape by taking advantage of this opportunity.

Amos was unmoved, she put on the bow and arrow given to her by the demon god Dekarapian again, and walked towards the wind.The crack hit her body mercilessly, the pain almost tore her apart, but the girl didn't retreat, she just wanted to get closer to him one last time, and then she was blown out of the tower by the wind, this time no one could caught her.

Seeing this scene, the knight felt sad and helpless. He carried the boy and ran down the tower under the protection of Wendy.

Just when Wendy was about to be exhausted, endless wind elemental force rushed into his body.

A name came to his mind.

Barbatos.

There was also a cyan light that appeared together with the name, and he was absorbed by the light before he could see what it was.

That is the power of the wind, and Wendy merged with it. From then on, he is no longer just an ordinary wind elf, he has a godhead, and he can ascend to the supreme throne if he wants.

Escort the knight to the distance, and look at the collapsed tower together with the people in the city.

Cracks appeared in the wind wall due to the disappearance of its creator, and soon it exploded in all directions.

The lingering dark clouds over the snow field were blown away by this hurricane, revealing the long-lost blue sky. This was the last gift given to the people by the demon god who ruled this place for thousands of years.