Tribute to the Demon King

The smile on Zhou Yi's face became more and more gentle.But at the same time, the killing intent became stronger.

For Zhou Yi at this moment, killing intent and pleasure are basically synonymous.

He stared at Rider, whispered word by word: "But, that has nothing to do with me."

Does the king need glory?

Does the king need to have inhuman lust?Is it necessary to uphold integrity and justice?

"—that's all lies."

He sighed deeply.Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Yi firmly denied this.

"A king can be everything, or he can be nothing. As a king, he holds ideals that ordinary people can't understand, and holds a will as hard and unyielding as steel. If you still dream of having friends who understand you , If your own path can be recognized by others, it would be too greedy."

Saying softly, the burning killing intent in Zhou Yi's eyes gradually solidified.

The pupils that were as dark as frozen blood now shone with a warm and indifferent brilliance.

"The king does not need the understanding of his subjects. What the king needs is their awe, fear, worship, and belief!"

Shouting loudly, the black and red aura around Zhou Yi gradually faded, turning into a shining pure red like dragon blood.

"The heavier the burden on human beings, the tougher their will will be. Although there will always be a day of failure in life, but before that, as long as they believe in something—whether it is desire, justice, or glory, they can explode Energy beyond imagination."

"Anyone can have strong desires, fight for justice, and live for glory—but only the king can't. The king must always be sober. What the king has to do is to use his own will to control the power that will come at any time. The power of out-of-control selfish desires is brought into the right path, leading back to the road of fighting for the future of mankind... Only in this way can the history of mankind be brighter."

Zhou Yi's eyes became brighter and brighter.The madness entangled in the magic gun in his hand gradually dissipated.

He was stronger than anyone, more irritable than anyone, more stubborn than anyone—so there was no voice of dissent.

"...This is not the way humans live. You carry too much, which could have been distributed to other people."

Seriously, Rider shook his head, and looked at Zhou Yi with complicated eyes: "Stubborn king. Haven't you ever thought of looking back at the followers behind you?"

"You still don't understand, Rider."

Zhou Yi almost laughed out loud: "My living environment is different from yours. No matter how oppressed, I will not be resisted. I am the only one. Therefore, all hatred, fear, and awe must be concentrated on me alone on the body."

He is the king who kills the gods.

He is the tyrant who dominates the peoples.

His word is the law of the world, and since he walks on earth, no one will dare to question his resolution.

Zhou Yi called out loudly: "I am sure that I am walking on the only correct path, and I am sure that I have the power in my hands to overturn the world—then, if I cautiously cater to the will of others, it would be a cowardly act instead."

"Why don't you let a storm roll up in this world! Let all the opponents come before my eyes, and let me smash them into pieces like breaking pottery!"

A joyful smile appeared on Zhou Yi's face: "So, just let your horse come here, Lord of the Overlord! Crush me upright, or let my spear tear you to pieces!"

Obedient to Zhou Yi's call, the spirit of the earth roared, setting off a scorching and heavy spiritual power.

It was as if a humanoid dragon was in front of them—the spirits of the soldiers of the Heroic Spirits were disintegrated, their muscles lost strength, and their reactions became dull.

"It's over if you say that earlier."

Delighted, Rider showed a ferocious smile: "Since you also have plans to acquire the world...that's a pity, friend. You are my enemy now."

"Then, my countrymen, my people, my warriors!"

Sitting on Bucephalus, Rider showed an oppressive smile, and pulled out the sword at his waist with a clang: "The enemy is the devil who aims at the world! As an opponent, there is no complaint!"

The soldiers lined up behind him echoed loudly, pounding the ground with their spears or their own boots at the same time.The sound wave smashed the air like a tide.

The glory of being with the king poured into him like burning, flowing gold.

The fighting spirit from Rider spread out at this moment, sweeping and spreading like a raging wave!

Rider roared and charged.

Behind him, Weber shouted loudly together with the soldiers, sending out a shocking battle cry:

"AAAALaLaLaLaie—"

Author's message:

Chapter 1 here!I pray that adults are super strong! (chest out)

Chapter 81 Read Notes in Person as a Respect

What a shocking kingly way.

With a solitary body, he bears the will of all warriors and the longing of thousands of people.

Believe that you are on the right path, and reject any dissent with a strong hand—that kind of way of life can indeed be called "solitary".

No wonder, he can make the whole world roar for him, and make the world fight for him... Compared with the king, that guy is already close to the realm of gods.

"Really... what a terrifying opponent."

Rider had no doubt that if he was a little careless, he might easily kill him.

Iskandar did not forget the Noble Phantasm that that guy used in Caster's illusion.

——that devastating meteor shower.

A radiance hotter than the sun, a flame hotter than lava.