The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Maya doesn't want Lilith to be upset at all, she knows Lilith wants to find something, so she tries desperately to help her.Maya locked herself in her house and spent the day flipping through her book of shadows, picking out all the witchcraft about finding things.

Camillo thought that his daughter had finally gotten the hang of it, and that she liked to read books, which is really worthy of her blood.

When it comes to reading, he always thinks of the small and old library on Yanling Island, and he can't help but miss the tree that he always climbed up to read books when he was young. Unfortunately, Yanling Island in his memory no longer exists.

Camillo went around the royal garden and found a tall and elegant elm tree with well-proportioned branches just enough for him to lie on, cross his legs, squint his eyes and bask in the sun for a while.

While bored, a group of people came to the entrance of the garden.

This group of people wore gold and white court robes and domed white feather crowns, and they could be seen as members of the Holy See at a glance.The leader, with red face and white hair, was walking slowly with a golden cross in his hand, but his steps were extremely calm. He must be a high-ranking priest.

When the man approached, Camillo recognized that the old man was the famous cabinet elder, Krops.

Kerops seemed to be talking to a person beside him. Most of the person's body was blocked by branches and leaves, and only the blond hair from the back to the waist could be seen. The slender figure stood upright. Serenity wrapped in chill.

Camillo felt that his face was familiar, so he hid his breath, and climbed up on the branch to get a closer look.

Karops said respectfully: "Your Majesty has been diligent in government affairs these years, and has won a very high reputation among the royal family and nobles, but the royal power cannot be without the support of religion. The Holy See is like a skeleton, and the royal power is the body. It is the symbol of the supreme soul, and with all due respect, that God of Light is a celestial being after all, I really can't believe it, for the future of the Demon Realm, please think twice."

Amedeo's face sank like water, and he was about to decline politely, when he suddenly turned around: "Who is it!"

Camillo heard Amedeo's voice and almost fell from the tree.

Amedeo and Camillo looked at each other, his eyebrows moved slightly, his face was no longer calm: "You...why are you here?"

Camillo didn't say a word, and stared at Crops condescendingly.

Only then did Crops realize that he had lost his manners, and quickly put his hands on his chest and bowed to Camelot: "Your Majesty the Northern Demon King." The men behind him also knelt down in unison, but some of them were alone. The one on his knees, in the final analysis, was still dissatisfied with the identity of the Northern Demon King.

Camillo lazily leaned on the branch, and hooked his fingers at Kerops.

Kerops' heart was beating wildly, and Camillo's current posture was very similar to the attack posture of a beast ready to go.

But he didn't dare to be negligent, so he could only walk under the tree with a smile on his face, his collar tightened immediately, and he was dragged off his toes by Camillo.Crops blushed from choking, begging for mercy in a hurry: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please be merciful!"

Camilo picked him up like a chicken, and said grimly, "Why, are you afraid now? Just because you are an old man, you dare to poach a corner under my nose?"

Amedeo frowned slightly, although he wanted to save people, he still held back.

Camelot glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and let go of his hand, and Crops fell heavily to the ground, and even rolled over on the ground, his head was bloodshot.

"Get lost." Camillo didn't bother to look at him.

Crops dared not speak out in front of Camillo, bowed cautiously to Amedeo, and quickly left the garden with the help of his attendants.

Camillo snorted displeasedly, turned over and jumped down from the tree, then lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, two clusters of bright red flames flashed away in the black eyes.

Amedeo felt some restless anger in him, and explained with a frown: "Things are not what you imagined, Kerops blocked my way on the road, you must talk to me about Wei Ya's achievements in recent years You know, Wei Ya has no intention of asking me to go back, but he is an old minister after all, so I can't save his face..."

"Okay, okay," Camillo interrupted him, covering his eyes, "I'm either mad at you, or I'm going berserk uncontrollably."

Amedeo walked over and held his face. Camillo's left eye was completely red, and his right eye also tended to be faintly red. He knew that Camillo's dragon blood had a tendency to return to his ancestors. hard to control.

Seeing that Camillo was really suffering, he lowered his voice and asked, "Want to fight with me? This will probably make you feel better."

"No, forget it..." Camillo hesitated to speak, he closed his eyes and endured for a while, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Amedeo reached out his hand to wipe his sweat, and in an instant, Camillo opened his scarlet eyes, and his sharp claws pounced on his chest.

It was too late and then it was too late, Amedeo took a step back on his toes, and at the same time flicked his wrist, a feather-thin, clear and transparent Reiatsu sword was already in his hand.

Camillo took the opportunity to step on the trunk of the tree and jumped up to the top of the tree, staring down at Amedeo with a low growl in his mouth.

Amedeo looked up at him, and when he thought about it, the two hadn't fought each other for a long time, and he missed him very much.

With a sudden movement of the branch, Camillo jumped down, stepping on the branch with the soles of his feet to use his strength to charge, and the dark afterimage rushed towards Amedeo like a cannonball.

Amedeo immediately raised his sword to meet Camillo's undercurrent. His skill was as fast as a gust of wind, and he easily dispelled the opponent's attack with only a few bright sword lights passing by.

Camillo instinctively realized the danger, and immediately jumped to the branch, waiting for the next attack. His scarlet eyes showed no emotion, not even a hint of murderous intent, just brandishing his claws and claws to vent the restless emotions in his body. blood.

For Amedeo, this kind of attack is no different from child's play.

He tried his best to guide Camillo to attack him, but he would also be careful not to hurt him. The red light in Camillo's eyes had already weakened, and it was estimated that Camillo would be able to calm down before sunset.

At this time, a group of guards rushed over from the entrance of the garden, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. Wei Ya led the guards and hurried over, accompanied by Ka who was limping and wrapped in gauze. rops.

"Camilo is really lawless, he dared to hurt people on the territory of the southern border!"

Wei Ya held his sword and was about to settle the score with Camelot, when there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, the surrounding guards suddenly stepped aside, and Yimil rushed over with his horse, blocking his way: "Your Majesty, you must not go in."

Wei Ya was burning with anger: "Why? Over and over again, I gave him face, didn't I!"

Yimil said solemnly: "Nonsense! Do you know how dangerous it is inside now? If you ask him to argue now, he may not be able to listen to it."

At this time, there was a sudden bang in the center of the garden, and a huge thousand-year-old tree fell down, and the earthquake of the earth spread to the bottom of everyone's feet.Afterwards, a figure stepped on the torso of the ancient wood and jumped to a high place. The sweeping spiritual pressure made his hair fly. He lowered his head and stared down, raised his right fist, and smashed down with all his might.

At this time, another golden sword light flashed out and collided with this spiritual pressure, skillfully dispelling the menacing spiritual pressure.

Kerops was dumbfounded. How could it be that Amedeo and Camillo got into a fight in just a blink of an eye?Could it be that Amedeo changed his mind and was willing to get rid of that rebel for the empire?

He couldn't help clapping his hands and applauding, wishing that the two of them would fight more fiercely and intensely, and it would be best if they could kill Camillo!

But at this moment, Camillo glanced this way, with a burst of hostility in his eyes, and immediately turned around and rushed here.

Amedeo didn't expect him to suddenly change his attack target, he was startled, and immediately flew after him.

Krops was so frightened that his legs became weak, and he quickly yelled "escort", and then he realized that Camillo's target was not him at all, but the one beside him—Ymiler.

Yimil narrowed his eyes, and stroked the sapphire earring on his left ear with his fingers.

This is dangerous news. Once the God of Light releases the seal on himself, the power of light will increase instantly.Yimil started to touch it, which meant that he was ready to fight with all his might.

"Calm down!" Amedeo shouted coldly.

He was very anxious in his heart. If things continued like this, it would really match the prophecy.

Amedeo rushed over and grabbed his wrist. At this moment, Camillo only had the desire to fight. He turned his head angrily, but inadvertently looked at Amedeo for a moment.

"...Camilo..."

The voice flowed into Camelot's ears like a gurgling stream, and even the burning sensation in his eyes seemed to calm down a little.

Camillo really wanted to see the appearance of the person who spoke, but his eyes were bloody red. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and suddenly a slender hand grabbed him, but he didn't hold it tightly, pointing The joints were slightly bent, as if afraid of hurting him.

"Don't rub it, your nails haven't been confiscated yet, be careful to scratch yourself."

Amedeo landed with Camelot in his arms, that's right, the kind that was carried by a princess. The thousands of guards on the scene were dumbfounded.

The sun was sinking, the sky was getting dark, and the red glow of the evening glow had also dissipated.

"Ah... I seem to have overslept..." Camillo gradually regained consciousness in Amedeo's arms. He yawned sleepily, and turned his head to look at the guards around him and Wei Ya, who was full of anger. , narrowing his eyes puzzledly, "Why are you here?"