The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The location of the ruins has been found. It is located in the Mengli Grassland of the Human World, where barbarians live.

Due to the tense relationship between the human and demon races, the kings of the human world will definitely not agree to let the cavalry of the demon army set foot on their territory. The only way is to let a few elites go to the ruins.

Camillo didn't like to bring a group of unsightly miscellaneous soldiers, so he proposed to let Yimil go with him.

Wei Ya was the first to stand up and disagree. In his eyes, Camillo has been listed as the number one dangerous person. Last time, he went crazy and wanted to attack Yimil. What should I do if I am preparing for a sneak attack?

Camillo lay on the back of the chair, with his long legs staggered on the table, and said disdainfully, "Am I such a sinister and cunning person?"

Wei Ya has long been unhappy with his posture, and sneered: "It can't be any more."

"Hehe, I'll take it as a compliment to my record."

Every time these two people meet, they will always be tit-for-tat, and even the elders in the palace are no strangers to it. Yimil chuckled and said: "Your Majesty, I believe in the character of the dark god, let alone this is the relationship between me and him." I should also solve the matter in between."

"No!" Wei Ya grabbed his hand.

Yimil was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to meet his gaze, Wei Ya lowered his eyes in a little panic, but still held his hands tightly, "Didn't you... say you want to stay by my side? What's more This time you may confront Shenting head-on, you have violated Shenting’s intentions by staying in the Demon Realm, what should I do if something happens again?”

Camelot yelled, "Being a widow."

"Shut up!" Wei Ya said angrily, "Imeler found the location of the ruins, you should deal with the ruined ruins, and those who have no brains should contribute, what's unreasonable!"

"Ah...it doesn't matter," Camillo stretched his waist. "Anyway, I don't intend to let him follow. The so-called gentleman has so many rules. It's troublesome. I can make this matter go smoothly by myself." solve."

As soon as the words fell, a magic circle lit up in the room, and the gorgeous golden light filled the whole room.

Amedeo's figure flashed in the formation. He wore a silver crown on his head and a velvet cloak inlaid with gold threads and precious stones. He exuded a noble demeanor that repulsed everyone.

"The church service just ended, I'm sorry for being late." He bowed slightly.

Today is the annual pilgrimage ceremony of the Holy See. Camillo thought that Amedeo would not come, but he did not expect him to appear in the middle of the meeting.

"Your Majesty has worked hard, this way please, please take a seat."

The elder of the cabinet, Krops, came forward to usher him in a flattering manner, and briefly mentioned the content of the discussion just now.

Hearing that Camillo wanted to find the ruins alone, Amedeo was stunned for a while, then looked back at Camillo: "Don't be brave, the journey is dangerous, I will go with you."

"That's enough," Camillo mocked abnormally with a cold expression, "We haven't had sex in half a year, and holding hands depends on our faces, and it's not an intimate relationship. This kind of thing You don’t need to sacrifice yourself to accompany me.”

Karops' jaw almost dropped when he heard that, these two people...these two people are...that kind of...relationship? !

Amedeo stood where he was, his icy blue eyes staring at him calmly: "You don't want me to go?"

Camillo's Adam's apple rolled, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back.Of course he hopes...but he also doesn't want Amedeo to come with him. This matter has nothing to do with him. He doesn't want Amedeo to fall into the position of being an enemy of the court because of his willful actions.

As if he had seen through his mind, Amedeo did not show annoyance, but said lightly: "I will go, I am the patron saint of the king, and it is my duty to protect you."

As soon as these words came out, Kerops' face turned blue instantly, and Amedeo openly admitted that he was the "king" of Camillo. Does this mean that he never plans to return to the southern border?

Camillo looked away, and said with a sigh: "You still have enough time to reconsider!"

Until the end of the meeting, he did not have any communication with Amedeo. He returned to his residence with a gloomy face. As soon as he entered the room, he saw poetry manuscripts scattered all over the floor.These are all waste manuscripts that he copied wrongly or used for practice. He wanted to save them for later sorting out, but now he looked at them and became irritated.

"Come on, how did you clean the house? Burn all these waste manuscripts!"

The attendants didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly knelt down to pick up the waste manuscripts.

Camillo got impatient and was about to go out to relax. Just as he walked out of the courtyard, he bumped into Yimil who was walking towards him.

Camillo put on an unwelcome gesture, and jokingly said, "Don't we have to keep a distance of 500 meters? What are you doing here? Don't die?"

Yimil dismissed his attendants and walked in front of him alone, "Dark God, I came here to make an apology. Wei Ya said something too much today. The prophecy happened because of you and me. Take part of the responsibility, so I still plan to go find the ruins with you."

Camillo snorted, and said indifferently: "Stop rambling, and come to me after you convince Wei Ya."

Yimil nodded thoughtfully: "It is indeed difficult to convince Wei Ya, but I will find a way."

Camillo sneered: "Don't waste your time, even if you go to him, Wei Ya will definitely feel that I ordered him. That kid has a great ability to hold grudges. I don't want to live in the days of intrigue."

"Camilo," Yimil said solemnly, "I know that with your current ability, you can fight against ten thousand without any problem. But the Book of Century is the most important weapon of the God Court, and even the Gods dare not easily fight against the God Court. Confrontation, you have just reached the realm of creation, at least you need an ally to support each other!"

"Allies?" Camelot raised his eyebrows slightly, "Even if I need an ally, it won't be you. The prophecy says that you and I will kill each other, so it's the wisest decision for us to split up, Wei Ya You are right."

Yimil smiled back and asked, "What about Amedeo?"

As soon as that name was mentioned, Camillo's expression darkened.

Yimil whispered: "Are you serious about what you said to him today? I didn't expect that after decades, the relationship between the two of you would be so stalemate."

Camillo was a little reluctant to talk about this topic, and said coldly: "Didn't I say it last time, I don't remember anything, he is so indifferent to me, can you blame me?"

Yimil shook his head. He looked up at the sun in the sky, and said with a smile, "Sometimes indifference is just a disguise, but his eyes can't lie. I can tell that he still has you in his heart."

That's why I don't want him in danger, Camillo thought.

Yimil broke his mind with one word: "And you want to protect him."

Camillo's expression froze for an instant, and an overwhelming sense of unhappiness surged in his chest. He wished he could press Yimil on the ground and beat him up, so that you would owe him and speak straight.

But because of the lessons learned from the past, he held back.

Yimil chuckled and changed the subject: "I always thought you grew up in the heavens before, but Wei Ya told me later that you all lived in this huge palace when you were young, and you have known Amei for a long time. Deo, I've known him from the first moment I was born."

"Those things are so long ago, I almost can't remember them myself." Camelot paused, and said, "After that, he erased my memory and sent me to Lingling Island. It's 70 years."

Yimil: "Why did he do this?"

Camillo said impatiently: "Isn't it because he wants to protect me..." He was taken aback suddenly. Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

He didn't want Amedeo to go to the ruins, because he wanted to protect him.

"Sometimes we want to protect others, but unintentionally, we hurt each other." Yimil's voice came from behind him.

Camelot frowned slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his heart.

While his thoughts were in confusion, Yimil asked again: "Do you really hate Yanling Island so much?"

Camillo glanced at him, and said coldly: "Otherwise, I have no family, no friends, and I am treated coldly all day long. Except for the routine roll call of the exam, no one wants to mention my name. They call me trash. Crap, crane tail, it's like I don't have a name at all."

"Really," Yimil smiled helplessly, and sighed softly, "This used to be the life I longed for when I was young."

For a moment, Camillo suspected that he had heard wrong.

"My full name is Yimil Kronos. When I was born, people in the whole city knew my name. The heaven and the devil are different. The royal power and the divine power are separated, and sometimes they are even opposed. Yes, my family Cronus is the most powerful branch of theocracy."

Camillo glanced at him: "What's so bad about that?"

Yimil lowered his eyes and smiled: "Because, as the eldest son of Cronus, I was born to become a god."

Camillo turned abruptly to look at him.

"My father was the God of Light in the previous life, so I was raised as a god since I was a child. Everyone who saw me would kneel down and worship me. They stared at my every move. I couldn't cry, I couldn't stand up face, no other expressions are allowed, as the son of a god of truth, goodness and beauty, I can only smile."

Camillo twitched the corners of his mouth, no wonder you are what you are now.

"I've always imagined that if one day the maid overslept or the carriage to pick me up was late, I'd be able to play secretly for a while, but this kind of thing has never happened once, and those who serve the gods must be perfect , as perfect as the gods in their minds."

Camillo thought thoughtfully: "This kind of life is really uncomfortable, so what happens next?"

"My father told me that it is written in the Book of the Century that light and darkness are eternal enemies. Every time the gods alternate, one of the gods will inevitably die." Yimil seemed to recall unpleasant memories, his voice slightly Shen said, "So on the day I became an adult, Vanessa, the Dark God, appeared. She killed my father at the celebration, and he fell on the carpet covered in blood. The torn wounds were shocking. I originally I should cry, but I haven't cried for so long that I can't shed a single tear."

Camillo said in a deep voice, "Then you must hate Vanessa."

"If something like this happened to someone else, who wouldn't hold grudges?" Yimil smiled wryly, "I hate her, I hate her to the core, my father never did anything to hinder her, why Vanessa I wanted to kill him. Later, I was crowned as a god, and I strengthened myself day by day, seeking revenge on her all over the world...but when I found her, she was already dead and committed suicide."

Camillo's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even know that Vanessa committed suicide, and when Shenting contacted him, he seemed to deliberately conceal this matter.

Yimil continued: "Then I started looking for the next Dark God, and killed him before he had time to do evil."

——Isn’t that him?

Camillo's eyes twitched, and he said, "Oh."

Yimil laughed softly. He leaned against the colonnade and looked at the layers of clouds like snow waves in the sky, "But when I met you, I changed my mind. You and Vanessa are not at all different. Same, she was a complete lunatic, and at that time, you were like a child who didn't grow up."

With an expression of treating him as a junior again, Camillo raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, and jokingly said: "So you have murderous intentions for me, Wei Ya actually asked you to guard against me, I should be more wary of you. "

Yimil was not angry, but just sighed softly: "In the final analysis, what's the point of killing? It's just repeating the prophecy of the Book of Century. God's Court wants to control the world in a circular circle. A circle that smells of blood. It's time for this circle to end, kill, and be killed, neither of which I want to happen."

Camillo admired this ambition, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I can assure you, I will destroy the Book of the Century with my own hands, and come back safely."

Yimil asked: "You still insist on going alone?"

"Heh - I don't want to die yet, I have to apologize to Amedeo before I leave."