The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

"The endless wind that blows all year round, please guide me on the way to the other side..."

Yuesemona closed her eyes, reciting spells silently, while waving the short sword in her hand. There was a square table in front of her, with black candles lit at the four corners, and the ciphertext of the Book of Century was placed in the center.

Everyone held their breath, watching the red witch's ceremony, pinning all their hopes of finding the relics on him.

After chanting the incantation, Yuesemona pierced her ten fingers with a dagger without hesitation, squeezed the blood out into a glass cup, mixed it with the chopped medicinal juice, and drank it all in one gulp.

She hardly cared about treating the wound, and immediately lit a piece of red candle. Holding the flame of the candle in her hand, she walked around the square table, chanting words.

Yuesemona once saw Maya's blood with the help of the flame, but this time, the flame did not seem to provide her with any information.

She quickly extinguished the candle in her hand and shook it towards Camillo: "Sorry, I'm really not good at finding things."

Suddenly, a sneer sounded from the side: "It's useless!" A woman in a black robe stepped forward, and looked at Yuesemona from head to toe with arrogant eyes, "There really is no one in a red robe."

This person is one of Wei Ya's powerful generals, the witch Venus.

Yuesemona smiled tactfully, as if she didn't hear her at all, looked past the black-robed witch and nodded to Wei Ya, who was the first seat, and retreated politely behind Camelot.

Camillo turned his head and asked in a low voice, "This woman has an arrogant attitude, so you're going to forget about it?"

Yue Simona said, "Beating a dog depends on the owner."

Venus looked stiff.

There was a smile on Camillo's face, "That's right, the owner of this dog is very honorable. The only pure-blooded royal family in the world, I'm afraid his throat will be cut today, and he will be quartered by five horses tomorrow. Respect and fear."

His insinuations, which seem to be compliments and derogations, will make anyone unhappy after listening to them. Amedeo couldn't listen anymore, and reminded him, "Pay attention to your words."

Camillo raised his eyebrows and obediently shut up.

Venus glared at him angrily. In the previous battle at the lighthouse in Fort Grelin, their comrade-in-arms Abel was killed, and the demon army also ended in a disastrous defeat. Since then, she has hated Camelot to the bone!Unexpectedly, fate tricked people, and now the king supported by the demon god turned out to be him, and the two realms in the north and the south became allies later on.

Joke, big joke!

So Venus made up his mind to win over Yuesemona in this ceremony, show the talents of the southern border, and give the northern border a resounding slap.

"Come here, bring up my sacrifice!" She said arrogantly.

Four maids came up with a human-sized altar, Venus removed the black cloth covering it, and on the altar lay a dead man whose limbs were dead wood.

Lilith hurriedly took a step back, her face pale with fright.

Yimil explained to her softly: "This is a wood elf. Their skin was as brown as bark in life. After death, their bodies will gradually turn into branches. If they take root smoothly, their corpses can grow into trees."

And the wood elf on the altar obviously failed to return to the dust. The roots extending from its limbs were cut off artificially, and without nutrients, it gradually became a dead tree.

Lilith grabbed Yimeler's hand and looked at the dead tree sadly, 【This is wrong, its body should return to Gaia. 】

Camillo stood in the corner calmly, and asked Yuesemona in a low voice, "What does it mean to bring a dead person in?"

"This is a sacrifice, my king." Yuesemona's expression was a little dignified, "Even after death, the wood elves have a certain vitality, and they can offer it to the gluttonous undead in the underworld. If the undead accept the sacrifice If you want to sacrifice, you must satisfy the sacrificer's request."

Ignoring the surprised or condemning eyes around her, Venus sneered, raised the short sword in her hand neatly, and pierced the wood elf's skull with one sword.

"The gates of the underworld are open, come on, come and use the sacrifice in my hand!"

At this time, the candle on the table suddenly moved with the wind, and I don't know if it was an illusion or what, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a bit.

"Accept my sacrifice and answer my questions," Venus pointed to the cipher text on the table, "Fair trade, everyone gets what they get!"

Now only Yuesemona knew what was going on here, she stared intently ahead, and saw three gray-skinned shadow people crowded in front of the table, discussing the result in whispers.

"They are hesitating," Yue Simone told Camillo in a low voice, "a shadow shook his head, and he said, 'This is not a fair deal at all, you can't fool us like this, it's something from the court of God, you Is this going to drive us out of our wits?'"

Venus slapped the table angrily, and shouted, "If you can't do it, get lost!"

Yue Simona said: "One left, and there are two more."

Camillo watched Venus lose his composure, and asked curiously, "What exactly is the shadow you're talking about? What does it look like?"

Yue Simona said: "They are souls wandering in the underworld. They are covered with shadows. Only those who have opened the third eye can see them. This has something to do with talent. Not all wizards can see shadow people."

Venus suddenly became irritable. She hunched over and walked back and forth in the room, uttering a language that others could not understand.

Suddenly, her expression twisted, she put her foot on the altar, and roared like crazy: "Get out, get out of here, you trash."

"The last one left too. He said that even if he offered a hundred life sacrifices, he would not agree. The price of angering the court would be too high."

Without Yuesemona's explanation, Camillo could probably guess what happened, and he laughed unkindly: "Wei Ya, this witch under your command doesn't seem to be very useful, do you want to be the general's candidate?" reconsider?"

Wei Ya gritted his teeth and threatened: "Camilo, if you can't find the whereabouts of the ruins within ten days, believe it or not, I will kill you first!"

"Oh~ I'm so scared——"

Camillo teased him, and led a group of subordinates away swaggeringly.

When they reached a secluded place, Amedeo said: "Camilo, we really don't have much time. There are some things that should not be trifled with."

Camillo restrained his smile, and said: "I know, I try not to contact Yimil as much as possible during this time. There must be some other way, it really doesn't work... In the worst case, I will go back to Dragon Valley and find Roger to find out. ..."

"No!" Amedeo interrupted him seriously.The reason why the dragons dare not invade the Demon Realm is because Camillo’s strength suddenly increased and defeated the invaders with one move. Now if Roger knows that Camillo has lost that power, he will definitely not let it go. Leading the dragon clan to make a comeback, the entire demon world will not be peaceful again. "You stay here and don't go anywhere without my consent."

The corner of Camillo's eyes twitched, it seemed that he was the king, okay?

In the days that followed, Camillo really couldn't laugh anymore.Wherever he went, a group of Wei Ya's imperial guards followed him, although for such a small character, Camillo could take care of them all with a flick of his finger.But the key point is that this group of people are all stern-faced all day long, as if their own mothers have died. Following him is like going to a funeral. Can he be in a good mood?

As long as Camillo has a little leisure time, the chief guard will "friendly" remind him to find a way to find out the location of the ruins as soon as possible.Think of ways to! ?He is not a wizard, what can he do?

With this free time, he might as well go to the martial arts field to improve his combat power, so that when he fights to the death with Yimil another day, he can improve his chances of winning a bit.

Wei Ya immediately saw through his little thoughts, and added another ban, and he was not allowed to go to the martial arts training ground.

Camillo returned disappointed. On the way back, he saw Maya and Amedeo in the garden.Amedeo looked serious, while Maya raised her head, as if arguing with him.

"What happened?" Camelot asked.

Maya ran over and grabbed the hem of his clothes, aggrieved: "The priest wants to confiscate my witchcraft props!"

This child inherited Solomon's wizard blood and was born with strong witch power, so Camillo did not object to her researching some weird spells, and Amedeo has always doted on her, why would he confiscate her props for no reason today? ?

Camillo walked up to him, "What prop is it? Let me see."

Amedeo spread out his hands, and there was a wooden sign lying in his palm, on which was a picture of a demon man with beards, he said: "This is Bihus, the war god of the demon world, who fell to his death 200 years ago. I also know that in witchcraft, there is the spell of painting portraits to attract souls, which can use the remaining divine power for your own use, but this will make the souls of the deceased unable to rest in peace."

Amedeo looked serious, and Camillo was used to his serious look, but he rarely saw him sad.

"You know each other?" he asked.

"Well," said Amedeo, "we fought side by side."

Camillo gave a soft "Oh", looked down at Maya, and seriously taught: "Maya, this witchcraft is not allowed to be used anymore!"

"But father..."

"No but." Camelot said firmly.

Maya puffed up her mouth angrily: "But this witchcraft is very useful for finding things. It took me three whole days to draw it..."

"Three days?" Camillo narrowed his eyes. Didn't this girl not study well?

Maya quickly changed her words: "Three nights... It's not important. The important thing is that I use it to find things accurately every time. If I practice more, maybe I can find the ruins!"

Hearing this, Amedeo changed his face slightly: "...Can it really be found?"

Maya said to herself: "How will you know if you don't try!"

Seeing that the priest finally hesitated, she rushed over happily to get the wooden sign back, but the wooden sign was intercepted by Camillo halfway, "The painting is so ugly, it seems that I didn't study hard in painting class."

"Give it to me - well - I will definitely attend class obediently in the future!" Maya begged.

"Really?" Camillo showed a kind smile, but poured a bucket of cold water on it, "No—yes—the priest's words are my words. If you say no, you just can't."

Maya bit her upper lip, almost crying.

Amedeo couldn't see the child being wronged, so he softened his tone and said, "Forget it, just give it to her, after all, I drew it by myself..."

"No," Camillo interrupted, "Don't just spoil her, the witch's road is rough and bumpy, I don't want her to go astray."

Maya's tears couldn't help rolling down, she sobbed and ran back to the palace, before she left, she cursed, "I forget my daughter!"

The corner of Camillo's mouth twitched, it was childish and to the point.

Instead of coaxing his daughter, he took Amedeo's hand and said with a smile, "Go, I have something to give you."

Amedeo frowned slightly, obviously not looking forward to it.

The two walked a few steps, and Camillo stopped, and turned his head to stare at the group of imperial guards who followed closely behind him. "Can't you avoid suspicion at a time like this?"

The chief guard said blankly, "Your Majesty's order is for me to follow you at all times."

Camelot laughed evilly, he clenched his fists secretly, and was about to punch the log in front of him.Amedeo pressed his wrist tightly in private, turned around, and said with a majestic expression: "You step back first, I have something important to discuss with Camillo."

As soon as this remark came out, it was even more effective than Wei Ya's order, and those people all dispersed respectfully.

It's no wonder that Kerops tried his best to invite Amedeo back. The religious beliefs of the demon world have been precipitated in history for thousands of years, and most demons are still willing to follow the demon god unconditionally. He once betrayed the Demon King, and that was also "God's will".

——Of course I chose to forgive him.

Camillo sneered in his heart, he was so stupid, sooner or later he would also take down the southern territories.

"Aren't you going to give me something?" Amedeo asked.

Camillo quickly returned to his senses, smiled and took out a notebook from his sleeve robe, and handed it to Amedeo.

"It's a book?" Amedeo looked at the cover, but didn't see the title. He opened the book and was stunned at just one glance—it was a classical poem copied by Camillo.

Camillo said relaxedly: "Anyway, the past two days have been boring, and I can't go anywhere. I thought I broke the handwritten poetry collection you collected before, so I copied a new one and returned it to you!"

Amedeo turned a few pages back, and found that every page was full of classical poems, with elegant and neat handwriting, excerpted works of more than 30 famous poets, and classified them according to time and style, so cumbersome Meticulous work cannot be completed in a day or two.

He also didn't know when Camelot copied it. After all, as a king, Camelot didn't have much free time, and it might have already started on the day he left the northern border.

"Thank you." He said softly.

"You're welcome, just make me two more desserts tonight!"

Amedeo still remembers that during those 50 years, he once asked Camillo why he fell in love with classical poetry, and the man smiled and replied:

——Oh, who knows, maybe I just copied it... I just got used to it.

The author has something to say: the shadow people in the article is a literal translation of shadowpeople.

The third eye is a yin and yang eye. It is said that everyone has a third eye, but if you don’t want to see strange things, you can force yourself to close it, so don’t be afraid of ghosts, and silently say “I don’t want to” three times aloud. Look!" That's it _(:з"∠)_