[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

The ground began to collapse, and the thunder stormed under everyone's feet, and the priests who hadn't had time to shield themselves were torn apart, bursting into a rain of blood.The white-robed bishop stared at the dazzling thunder in horror. He felt that he had made a big mistake, but he gritted his teeth and refused to admit it. It seemed that as long as he did not admit it, the crime of harming the savior would not fall on the church.

The stone building could no longer bear the weight of the crowd, and the walls were covered with cracks like spider webs. Adena felt that her feet were empty, and the feeling of weightlessness hit her. She only had time to put on another layer of protection for herself, and suddenly fall down.

The warm liquid exudes radiance, the eyelids cut off the outside world, but still bright light seeps in, the wounded lungs heal quickly, and the exposed wounds heal quickly, all of this is like a gift from the gods of light!

She seemed to vaguely recall something, the forgotten details of thousands of years ago, the banners of humans and the roars of monsters, the holy pool with layers of light surging under the Inquisition, and the blond magician who turned his head sideways, The corner of the mouth curled up a little...

Someone caught her in the water, and Adena opened her eyes, facing those mysterious and clear light purple eyes.

The saint from thousands of years ago suddenly laughed.

"Welcome home, great wizard Arthur Melverde!" she said.

"Already... everything has been done according to your request..." The queen trembled, not daring to look directly at the demons in front of her, "The soldiers will attack the church garrison according to your instructions, that's enough!"

She can't guarantee that the demons in front of her will keep their promises. Monsters have always been bloodthirsty and cunning in human legends, but at this moment, she has no choice at all!Disobedience... only death!

Sario watched the soldiers who were activating the trebuchet, with a touch of anxiety in their eyes. These exquisite buildings of the church were unexpectedly strong, and they would not be able to attack them for a while. The magic pattern arranged by the magician back then was also activated. Ordinary monsters cannot be easily approached at all, and there are not many high-level monsters, and most of them are still on their way.

Finally, he couldn't help but spread his huge bat wings, and the howling wind wrapped around him, and the darkness followed him like a shadow. The monsters bowed their heads respectfully no matter how far or near, expressing their surrender to their only king.

The three brave men thousands of years ago felt palpitations at the same time. Among them, Arthur and Adena were lucky enough to fall into the holy pool, while Eric and the two bishops were not so lucky. If it weren't for the light shield I'm afraid even the bones will be broken. Although they were not injured, the expressions of the three of them were also ugly.

Once again, the Church is at odds with the magician.

Who knew he was a magician? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

With a sound of "crash", the savior broke out of the water. He no longer had the monster's animal ears on his head, and his hair color changed from polluted pure black to brilliant gold, and the water was wet on his cheeks and neck. When he opened those light purple eyes, people would only think of solemnity and purity.

If it was the current image from the beginning, he would definitely not be mistaken for the devil.

Adena followed him to the surface of the water, brushed away the wet hair in front of her eyes, and asked before she could catch her breath, "Arthur, has the real Demon King appeared?"

After she finished asking, she remembered that the magician had clearly told her that she would not be an enemy of the devil. How would human beings deal with the devil's astonishing army?

Unexpectedly, the magician changed his words at this time. Arthur, who had recovered all the memories of this body, sneered at Adena's question. The relapsed guy, go back to the devil world!

I was still wondering why the church was so mentally retarded before helping them, but now Arthur understands that he is even more mentally retarded because of the devil!Falling in love at first sight is going to snatch back the demon world or something, decisively should be broken legs! ! !

Eric's mood was a bit complicated. He looked at the magician in front of him and wanted to say something, but he felt that he had no qualifications at all. He was like the church, and he was a complete supporting role in the war between humans and demons. Only the magician and the demon king have been entangled since thousands of years ago.

Compared with the lustful and unrestrained demons, he lost from the very beginning.

"I will still help humans this time, meow," the magician casually dried his cloak, tilted his head to the surprised Adena, seemed to be smiling, but said in an extremely cold tone, "I think something is not very clear. Pleasant memory, someone needs to be taught a lesson."

Even though the killing intent was not aimed at herself, Adena couldn't help shivering.

Sario's feeling was far stronger than hers. He stretched his bat wings and rose more than ten meters, and then watched a huge thunder pass through his original location!

Sario: ...

In fact, he also felt very wronged. He was responsible for what his predecessor did. What he had been wary of before was that Arthur obtained his previous memories, and now unfortunately it has come true QVQ

It has been another 200 years since the last jihad started. Compared with the real war 1000 years ago, the jihad 200 years ago was like a game. From the beginning to the end, the evil demon king is in decline.

Bards weave new stories and poems. They sing the praises of the three sages of mankind in taverns and squares. Of course, the most important character is a magician who hunts down the devil king by himself. Legend has it that he has the son of a god. With a glorious appearance, Thunder is his long sword and spear, able to quell all evil.

In the dimly lit tavern, the bard sang a beautiful song about jihad, took off his hat, and immediately threw countless copper coins at him. The bard picked them up one by one with a smile. It seemed that he had gained a lot today rich.

A touch of gold suddenly streaked across the air, and fell to the ground with a "clang", the crowd fell silent for a moment, and turned their heads to look at the local tyrant who rewarded rich people with a lot of stupid money.

I saw the handsome black-haired young man leaning gently on the chair, his golden eyes half-closed, looking extraordinarily gentle and harmless, he nodded to the poet with a touch of admiration in his eyes.

"Sing that sentence that describes the beauty of the magician again."

With a "click", the companion in the black cloak next to him crushed the glass in his hand, and finally shook the drink in his hand lightly, and pulled out his wand from his arms.

"I don't want to listen to things that are fabricated, meow!"

The lightning as thick as a bucket pierced through the roof of the tavern, and the guests were stunned in the flying dust, watching the handsome black-haired young man jump up, the huge black bat wings spread behind him, and the golden pupils were full of tears. With a conniving smile, "I think his libretto is the closest to the truth, Arthur... hasn't the word been changed?"

"Don't worry about meow!!!"

"So, where are the magician and the devil now? Can't... kill the devil?" The young saint pushed a wheelchair and walked on the path full of flowers on both sides, looking puzzled.

Her teacher smiled, her face was covered with wrinkles but did not damage the charm of her body, a pair of still clear eyes vaguely looked through the long years, and finally shook her head.

"No, it's no longer necessary. As long as the magician is still by his side, the Demon King will never make any changes."

"Why is this?"

Adena closed her eyes, opened them after a long time, and murmured enviously: "Because of love."

The young saint still couldn't understand the teacher's eyes and sigh. She tilted her head and thought for a while, and felt that she could not describe the demeanor of the legendary figure.

"Teacher, what kind of person is a magician? Now the church is divided into two factions, one faction is so fearful, and the other faction is so respectful..."

This time, Adena was silent for a longer period of time. She is not young anymore, and she always wants to doze off. After falling asleep, she will have vague dreams, and sometimes she will dream about those people and things back then. , or simply a word and a look.

"That person, I don't know how to evaluate him, but ah...you always want to stay with him, maybe even he thinks he is a very boring person, but once you get in touch with him, you will feel...if you can be loved by him Just keep watching."

"It's like being tempted..."

Arthur's stay was a bit long this time, and it would have been longer, but he cut it off.The lifespan of the demons is long, and he has been eroded because of the seal of the demon king. He can no longer be regarded as a normal human being, and he can live naturally... He has no intention of staying in that world for thousands of years.

It's definitely not because of the "meow" that can't be removed!Absolutely not! ! !

"Arthur woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! come here! activate the turret to teach that bastard a lesson!"

"What, what's wrong?"

"Well, I just feel that your image is a bit inconsistent... It doesn't seem like it should be like this..." Arthur pondered, and began to search for materials, "Let me help you rebuild a body."

The Lord God turned pale with shock, "Aaaaaaaaasur! Could your memory be...!"

"I just remembered something not so good, and there is no more obvious sign of recovery." Arthur was very calm. He could distrust others, but he couldn't distrust himself. Something must have happened that made him lose his memory. hands.

Arthur dug out some soft taupe feathers from the bottom of the box. After thinking for a while, he began to assemble them.

Obviously he should be very bad at art work, but Arthur assembled it quickly, as if he had done it thousands of times, and polished and adjusted every part without hesitation. The main god watched and watched, tears suddenly flashed in his eyes Light.

Lord God remembers this look!

Round and soft, the big eyes made of emerald are very energetic, there are no ears, only two pinches of upturned fluff, and the claws are hidden under the soft feathers on the abdomen, about the size of a palm—it is a gray-feathered owl!

Arthur thought as he did it, did he forget something?

The black dragon wandering outside the mage's tower whirled around resentfully, and its huge wings unceremoniously slapped open an approaching small world.

Let’s talk about it QVQ