The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

After they returned to the palace, Camillo sent the two girls back to their respective rooms, and it was already late at night.

He didn't go back directly, but made a detour to the back garden of the palace. There was a woman in red leaning against the pillars of the courtyard promenade. Yuesemona took off her hood and gracefully walked in front of him and bowed her knees.

"His Majesty."

Camillo hummed, "Have you met Yimil?"

Yue Simona nodded: "Yes, I have already told him everything that needs to be said. The God of Light attaches great importance to the prophecy of the Book of Century, and is eager to talk to you in detail at this moment."

Camillo held his chin and thought for a while, then asked, "Does Willa Truss know about this?"

"No, God of Light means that this is a matter between the gods, and he doesn't want others to intervene."

Camillo laughed: "He has taken good care of Wei Ya."

He didn't intend to disturb Wei Ya, so he deliberately sent Yuesemona to find Yimiler secretly during the time when he was away from the palace. I also want to convey my willingness to cooperate.

Yimil made an appointment with him the next day to meet and talk in detail at a small church in the north of the capital city.

Originally, people in the demon world were not allowed to believe in the gods of the heavens, but since Yimil came, Wei Ya abolished this prohibition, and ordered to build a church of the Holy Church of Light here, and the one who believes in is the God of Light Yimil, and then this place also developed into a part of Yimil's forces, so the news is enough to keep secret.

The next day, Camillo arrived a little earlier than the agreed time, and the nuns who met him at the door led him to the assembly hall on the second floor.

This is a place where important religious activities are held, and the interior decoration is particularly gorgeous.Five snow-white pillars lead to the shining dome above, and the sunlight shines directly through the translucent light barrier, reflecting flowing magic ripples on the golden floor, which seems to be a bit sacred.

"Please wait here for a moment, His Majesty the God of Light will arrive soon."

After the nun closed the door and left, Camillo walked around the hall boredly, and finally simply sat on the central dais, took out a bag of candied fruit bought on the way, and waited while eating.

Camilo doesn't know much about Yimil, he only knows that his power is concentrated in the heavens, and he came to the mainland to stabilize the situation in the demon world, but after he came to the demon world, he actually guarded Wei Ya's throne for 50 For many years, from the post-war reconstruction to the stabilization of the kingship, he has been credited for everything. If it is said that he is carrying out the mission of the gods, Camillo will definitely not believe it.

He still remembered the way Yimil looked at Wei Ya at the banquet yesterday, it was obviously the eyes between lovers!

Why did Yimil become interested in that arrogant silver-haired demon king? The lifespan of gods and mortals is incomparable. Even if Wei Ya is a pure-blooded demon, he will never live as long as Yimil.

Forget it, my life is about to be lost, so don't worry about others.

After eating a pack of candied fruit to the bottom, a dazzling magic circle appeared out of nowhere in the hall, and the magic light streaks flew into the air, quickly condensing into a translucent human figure.Although the appearance looks like Yimil, this is not his body at all, but a clone/body made by light elements.

"You can't come here in person even if you have a meeting. Why don't you be so dishonest?" Camilo was obviously displeased.

Yimil smiled politely: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. This has nothing to do with sincerity. There is already a prophecy of killing each other between you and me. It is in our own interest to be more cautious."

Light and Shadow stepped on the void and walked towards Camelot, getting closer and closer, even reaching the edge of the pulpit.

The dark element is very sensitive to the approach of the light element, Camillo narrowed his eyes instantly, and the red light in his eyes burned with warning.

With an inexplicable smile on his lips, Yimil took a step back.The reason why he got so close was to speculate on Camillo's divine power, and he was relieved by the result. Camillo had lost the overwhelming power he had before, and now he was only at the level of a middle god. He still has a good chance of winning if he does it.

Camillo gave him a cold look. He didn't like the guy smiling, because the smile would cover up other expressions of emotion, making it hard to tell what the guy was really thinking.

"I'm not afraid of death," Camillo said seriously, "I've heard a lot of rumors about you. You have been a well-known god in the heavens for hundreds of years, so I'm looking forward to fighting with you and being able to fight against the strong. Fighting to the death, even death is worth it."

Yimil held his chin and let out an "oh", as if not surprised.

"It's just that I can't die now, I still have revenge, and Maya is still young, so I have to live to protect her." He paused, his eyes darkened, "Since I lost my memory, Amedeo seems to be I am obsessed with something, I still want to wait until the day he is willing to accept me..."

Yimil was instantly shocked: "You, you lost your memory!?"

"Well, I was seriously ill at the time and almost lost my memory for 50 years. This matter has been sealed inside the palace, and only a few people know about it."

Yimil sighed with concern, and asked again: "You don't remember anything?"

The corner of Camillo's mouth twitched, and the God of Light actually cared about him. What kind of muscle was wrong? He moved back in disgust, and said, "Kilia told me to rest well, maybe when I will remember it." , but so far, my memory has not recovered."

Yimil has been sizing Camillo carefully, and it seems that the other party has no trace of lying, so... it is really tricky.

He originally wanted to know the future information from Camelot, but now it seems that not only did he know nothing about the time-space reversal technique, he even forgot the most important piece of information.Whether this was artificially erased, or something went wrong during the time-space reversal... is unknown.

Since the people in the northern border deliberately concealed those 50 years, he just laughed and said nothing, and stopped discussing this matter.

"I was lucky enough to witness the incomplete chapters of the Book of the Century, so the ciphertext given to me by Miss Yuesemona should be true. The formation of the Book of the Century will forcibly reverse the direction of the future, and now I want to break the prophecy There is only one way, and that is to destroy that chapter of prophecy."

Camelot asked, "What are we going to do?"

Yimil said: "The ruins are the source of power for the formation, and the entire ruins must be destroyed to completely eradicate the future troubles."

Camillo felt itchy in his heart, "Hmph, I haven't done anything for a long time, and I can't wait to have a big fight."

Yimil reminded him: "This is a big treason against the court of God, have you really decided to do this?"

Camillo sneered: "Otherwise? We have no way out."

If the prophecy of the Book of Century is the way of heaven, if you don't resist, the fate of light and darkness will only lead to death.

Yimil chuckled: "Yeah... I never felt that there was anything I couldn't let go of before, but now, I really want to live." He seemed to think of someone, and his pale golden pupils softened.

Afterwards, Yimil discussed the plan with Camillo. He could use "Wish" to let Lilith find out the location of the relic, and then use divine power with Camillo to destroy the relic. If the gods are willing to compromise , Yimil can come forward to negotiate.

"The power of the Divine Court is invisible and intangible. In addition to the members of the Divine Court, there are also gods and gods scattered all over the place to support the Divine Court. Don't act recklessly, and retreat immediately after destroying the ruins." Yimil reminded emphatically.

Camelot raised his eyebrows: "I'm so annoying, you've said it three times."

Yimil smiled, and suddenly said: "To be honest, you are very similar to your father."

Camelot's expression sank.

Yimil added another sentence: "What you said just now, Roger also said the same."

"Which sentence?" Camillo frowned tightly, "The sentence 'I'm bored to death'?"

Yimil: "No, it's the previous sentence 'If you can fight to the death with the strong, even death is worth it', this sentence is Roger's way of survival..."

"Tch, don't compare me with that scum," Camillo interrupted him coldly, even just hearing the name "Roger" made him gnash his teeth, "50 years ago Roger was at the University of Aerys. There was a commotion, and then disappeared from the world, I heard that you walked very close to him, do you have his whereabouts?"

"Well..." Yimil hesitated to speak.

Roger can be regarded as one of his "clients", but in the past 50 years, Roger has not looked for him again. According to his eyeliner report in the heaven, after the gladiatorial match in Seville ended, Roger was in the melee of the wizards. He lost the news until about two years ago, someone saw his black dragon in Riemann, the metropolis of the human world.

Incidentally, none of that city survived.

Riemann is not an ordinary metropolis. It is the highest management center of the Magicians Association and the Mercenary Association. It gathers endless wealth and power. It can be called the second imperial capital of the human world.

However, those majestic high-rise buildings that looked like myths were all reduced to ruins overnight.

The torrential rain poured down from the gray sky, and the huge black dragon circled in the air, landed on a collapsed building, and roared upwards.

This is the ninth dragon roar.

Yesterday evening, a man named Roger arrived in this city. He claimed to kill all the people here when the tenth dragon roar sounded!

The heavy rain washed away the blood on the ruins, and the surviving archmage fell into the crack of the rock wall and shivered. His adjutant once persuaded him to surrender, but he hesitated. Later, the adjutant went alone, but was stabbed by Roger. Cut in half.

That man hates incompetent trash the most. Anyone who surrenders or hides will die without a whole body.

The archmage heard the ninth dragon roar, and he knew that he must not live long. Roger would soon find him with sensory pressure, and cruelly picked him up on the tip of the knife, and then twisted off his head.

Thinking of this, he shivered, his legs were weak, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

No one knows why this Dragon Clan suddenly appeared in Riemann, who provoked him, and who he was looking for revenge, just kept killing, killing endlessly, several strong locals once joined forces to fight against him, but Get sucked into fuck.

Yes, people do.

They watched as Roger grabbed a man and pressed his hands on his skull. In a few seconds, the man seemed to be sucked dry instantly and became a dry mummy.

A footstep gradually came from the heavy rain, slow but unusually deep.

The great master trembled, he is here!That crazy man is here!He was so frightened that his legs became weak and he could only crawl on all fours, pawing at the rain-soaked mud with all his strength. His gorgeous clothes were in tatters, and he couldn't care about anything else. He didn't want dignity, status, or money. He just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

At this moment, the cold tip of the knife touched the back of his neck.

"The 34872nd." Roger's deep voice sounded.

The Archmage fell to the ground trembling, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Roger's left hand, and there was a strange purple halo in the center of that palm.

"Oh, are you looking at this?" Roger raised his left hand, "Do you want to know what this is?"

The great mage shook his head again and again in horror.

Roger squatted down and patted his face with the knife, "It's okay, I can tell you."

"This is witchcraft..." Roger pressed his left hand on the head of the great mage, "it's the remaining pages of the book of shadows, which can absorb other people's spiritual pressure and turn it into his own use."

All of a sudden, a strong force pierced into the head of the Archmage Master, and wandered through his brain as if it had taken root, "No, no, no, no..." The moment the force penetrated the throat, the man could no longer utter a word. The voice, that aggressive force traveled all the way to the chest, spread all over the body, and the face of the great mage changed from red to gray.

Roger finally let go of his hand, and a mummy whose original appearance was almost unrecognizable fell into the muddy water and was slowly covered by mud.

Everyone has a spiritual field and spiritual pressure in their body, so anyone, any living thing can become Roger's prey.

The general idea is that the spiritual field has an upper limit, and it can only carry a certain degree of spiritual pressure, otherwise it will cause a burden to the spiritual field, and in severe cases, it will even cause the spiritual field to tear, which will not only make people disabled, but also make people feel sick. His life was accompanied by unbearable pain.

But Roger has already absorbed the spiritual pressure of tens of thousands of people, but he doesn't seem to have any burden, and is even actively searching for the next prey.

He glanced down at the purple mark on his palm, and clenched his fists secretly. He will never forget the powerful power of Camillo, and the overwhelming darkness swallowed his body in an instant, cutting off all his consciousness connections. In an instant, hundreds of people and a few giant dragons were thrown into the wilderness tens of millions of kilometers away.

that powerful force...

It was so delicious.

Later, he snatched the remaining pages of the Book of Shadows in a gladiatorial match, and luckily got this ability to absorb spiritual pressure. He began to frantically improve his strength, becoming stronger and stronger amidst the thick smell of blood. Powerful, just waiting for the day when I can fight against that kind of power again.