The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

A small blue figure swooped into Camillo's arms.

"Father! I'm back from Grelinburg."

Camillo was stunned for ten seconds. He stared at the girl in his arms, the girl's bun and weird smile, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Fiona took me to play in the army. Although I was scolded by the duke, we saw a lot of monsters, and there are little fluffy monsters. I really want to bring one back, but it seems that the baby is separated from the parents. It’s not good to take it away there, I want to be a kind child, don’t you think?”

Maya clasped his arm excitedly, chattering about what she had seen and heard during the vacation.

Camillo squatted down slowly, looked at the child's face, and said softly: "Maya, you have grown taller..."

Maya blinked, and smiled sweetly: "Hey, is there anything? The nurse also said that I was tanned. By the way, I wrote a letter to Lilith!"

"...Lilith?" Camillo's expression changed slightly, "The witch next to the God of Light?"

Maya felt a little strange: "Yeah, what's the matter, she wrote back and talked about a lot of things in the south, which is very interesting! Father, father——when will we go to the south, okay? I miss Miss Sister." , I made an appointment to play with her back then, as well as Wei Ya and Brother Yimil, I miss them too."

Feeling that the topic was going a little bit wrong, Yue Simona quietly walked out the door and called the maids outside, and the maids coaxed and tricked the little princess out.

When the door was closed, Camillo's face darkened: "The Northern Territory actually has friendly relations with Wei Ya's forces?"

Yue Simona said frankly: "Although I didn't stay in the Demon Realm for a long time, according to the rumors, it is indeed the case, and...you took the initiative to negotiate peace."

Camillo snorted coldly, but looked disdainful.

"My lord, although some words are not pleasant, I still want to advise you not to start a dispute with the God of Light."

Camillo's eyes suddenly darkened: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are getting bolder."

"I don't mean that," Yue Simona turned around and opened the red suitcase, and handed a yellowed scroll to Camillo: "Your god's position was given by the gods, and His Majesty the God of Light is no exception." , but all gods will be monitored by the court of God, and the court of God is the real ruler."

Camillo looked at the content on the page and gradually frowned.

"Shenting uses the book of the century to control the pattern of the world. This is a formation that both divination and prophecy coexist. The words are engraved on the eye of the formation, and the power of the relics in the world is stolen to make the formation work, and ultimately affect the future direction."

Camillo stared silently at Yuesemona for a while, and then said: "Only based on this historical material with unknown origin, how can I trust your words?"

"Your Majesty, the rumors of the Book of Century have been around for a long time. The previous Dark God left early, so I'm afraid it's too late to give you any information. You can ask the Demon God about these things. Many gods believe in the existence of the Book of Century, but none People can find the eyes."

When Amedeo was mentioned, Camillo became impatient: "So the ciphertext that Roger and the others accidentally found is actually part of the Book of Century? That guy is really lucky!"

Yuesemona walked to the desk, stared down at the golden king seal on the table, and said: "From the moment you wanted to fight for the kingship, Shenting has murderous intentions, so Shenting ordered Yimil to suppress it." With your strength, I didn’t expect that lord to fail intentionally or unintentionally, allowing you to successfully form a bond with Amedeo, almost cutting off the blood of the royal family of the Demon Realm.”

"There is a powerful witch beside the God of Light. About a hundred years ago, Lilith's parents died. As for how she died, even Sewell, the kingdom of God, couldn't find any information."

"Since ancient times, light and darkness have alternated and repeated, but this time..." She spread a piece of parchment on the table and slowly unfolded it. Accurate prophecy, those who are faithful to me, send them the Gospel; The gods are gone, and those who have been rejected by the court of God are also gone.'”

The alternation of day and night means fighting; absence means death.

Yuesemona turned to look at Camillo's eyes, the dark pupils were filled with terrifying red flames, she was worried that Camillo would lose his mind, so she took a step forward and grabbed his wrist: "Shenting wants you and the light God disappears at the same time, you must remain calm and don't follow the prophecy!"

The wrist was suddenly grasped, and the red light in Camillo's eyes gradually dissipated. He looked sideways at Yuesemona, and smiled weakly: "Mona, I'm tired."

There is still no clue about the lost memory. Amedeo treats him indifferently for no reason, and now some life-and-death prophecy is involved. He really has no mood to deal with these things anymore.

"I'm really tired, so... can I disappear for a while and let 'him' come out."

Yuesemona was startled, and then saw black smoke rising from Camillo's body. A few seconds later, his eyes and temperament changed drastically.

Camillo stared at her stunned expression, and smiled: "What? Are you scared?"

Although he was smiling, his whole body was enveloped by a cold aura. Yue Simona took a step back uncomfortably, shook her head and said, "No, I just feel a little..."

She and Camelot met for the first time, the feeling.

"Huh?" Camillo squinted his eyes and leaned over, staring at Yuesemona at a close distance. His dark eyes had no pupils, so it was difficult to see any emotion from his eyes.

Yuesemona pursed her lips without saying a word. Finally, Camillo got impatient and put away his coercion and let her go.

"Contact the silver-haired guy in the south, and tell him that I want to see him." Camillo didn't look at her after speaking, turned and walked out the door.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into the demon god.

"Camilo! I made it clear to you yesterday that even if you release Yuesemona, don't meet her alone. Why didn't you notify me when you asked her today!?"

Amedeo obviously came here in a hurry. He stretched out his hand to grab Camillo's wrist, but he caught him suddenly with a backhand. The strong force made his wrist hurt. It was only when the dark elements covered in Milo's body that he realized something was wrong.

"Is this the tone you used to talk to the king?" Camillo asked quietly.

Amedeo grabbed his hand worriedly: "Camilo, why are you doing this suddenly? What did that witch say to you?"

Camillo's eyes darkened for a moment, and he suddenly smiled evilly: "As a subordinate of the king, you don't need to ask those useless questions, you just need to kneel down and obey the king's orders."

"What...?" Amedeo looked at Camillo blankly, and he hoped that the order Camillo said was not the kind of mandatory instruction he imagined.

But the next moment, Camillo repeated maliciously:

"I said, kneel down."

Amedeo felt an invisible restraining force forcefully pressed down. His body trembled slightly, and he used his divine power to support his standing posture. The picture of him getting along with Camillo for 50 years appeared in front of his eyes. , that man is gentle and considerate, and he is reluctant to be wronged in the slightest, and it is even more impossible for him to kneel down and worship him.

He was indulging in such warmth, and when he closed his eyes, he would think of that person's smile, and he couldn't extricate himself anymore.

The suppression of the "price" continued to increase. Even if Amedeo could resist with divine power for a while, the suppression would eventually break his leg and force him to kneel down.

But he just couldn't be reconciled, a feeling of soreness stuck in his chest, it was obviously the same person, why was there so much difference?Why do you do this to him?

He was faintly desperate. At this moment, Camillo stroked his cheek with his fingers, and laughed wantonly: "This expression is so beautiful. Forget it, let's kneel next time."

The restrictive power is instantly removed.

The dull pain in the knee joint was very clear. Amedeo closed his eyes, not wanting to see Camillo's face. He felt Camillo kiss him on the face, and then left.

Yue Simona came out of the house with worried eyes: "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

In the next second, Amedeo grabbed her by the neck and pressed her against the wall!

The murderous coercion enveloped her, and Amedeosen stared at her coldly, every word filled with hatred: "You killed him!"

Yuesemona grasped his wrist with both hands, tried to break free by using Reiatsu, but the strength of the two was too different, she breathed hard and said:

"This is what Camillo himself meant. His soul is too weak to last. He just wants to get rid of this weak state. If you continue to trap him, you are tantamount to tormenting him..."

"Can't keep going?" Amedeo sneered, with a hint of paranoia and madness, "If you hadn't done it, he would have lived for many more days, until today, tomorrow, and many more days!"

"But one day it will end, and his soul must return."

Amedeo said hoarsely: "No, no... at least not today."

He murmured that he would not do it several times, then let go of Yuesemona with a wry smile, took two steps back slowly, and leaned against the door frame, "Now his soul is back, but you are right again?" What did he do, why did his dark side come out of nowhere?"

Yuesemona coughed for a while, clutching her throat, looked up at Amedeo in embarrassment, and argued: "I'm just trying to save him, Camillo is only the first god, and he has occupied half of the power in the Demon Realm. He is too dangerous, Shenting will not let him go on like this, Shenting rewrote the book of the century to destroy the God of Darkness and the God of Light... Amedeo, if you do nothing now, Camillo has no future at all, It is impossible for you to see him in the future again! Do you understand!"

Amedeo was stunned, his mind cleared up suddenly, he grabbed Yuesemona's shoulder nervously: "What is written in the book of the century, let me see the original!"

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