The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

"Are you serious?" Amedeo asked with a frown.

"Why not?" Camilo kicked the horse's belly with his heel, and the black horse raised its head and gave a long roar, and rushed out with a gallop.

The bay red horse also raised its front hooves in fright, as if it was about to rush out in the next second. Amedeo tightened the reins, and the invisible coercion poured down, and the horse didn't dare to move.

Seeing the figure of Camillo going away quickly, Amedeo sighed helplessly, turned over and sat on the saddle, clamped the horse's belly, and chased in the direction of Camillo. It didn't take long for the two to drive side by side .

"Mei, do you still remember when I learned how to ride?" Camillo turned his head and said.

"Remember," said Amedeo, "you have caused me a lot of trouble."

When he was still in the Demon Realm, he took Camillo to the racecourse for the first time. He wanted to pick a well-behaved pony for him, so he asked him to wait outside alone.Later, for some reason, the leading adult horse was frightened by his dragon's breath, and rushed out of the racecourse all the way, and then all the horses ran wildly, and the scene was once chaotic.

"That's not my fault," Camillo said with a smile, "horses are naturally sensitive and easily startled, and their first reaction to threats is often to run away, and they follow the herd blindly."

Amedeo glanced at him lightly, "How do I remember the animal trainer told me that you deliberately provoked the winning horse?"

Camillo smiled, noncommittal.

Amedeo asked again: "How did you know that the horse was the winner?"

"You want to know the reason?" Camillo glanced back at him, then pulled the rein and turned around.

Amedeo didn't expect him to turn around suddenly, and pulled the rein unexpectedly. The moment the horse's hooves were raised high, the breeze made his blond hair flutter. He was wearing the most common gray fur on the grassland, but he still looked sacred and noble. , Under the sunlight, the whole person seemed to be covered with a golden halo.

Camillo led the horse, walked around him slowly, and said meaningfully: "...because she is beautiful."

Amedeo was stunned for a moment, his brain went blank subconsciously, he looked away unnaturally, forced himself not to think about it, and asked in a calm tone: "We have been heading west, do you know where the ruins are exactly? ?”

"I don't know," Camillo said. "When Zero comes back after eating enough, I can hand over the task of finding the ruins to it, but now that it's not there, we can only rely on luck."

"So, you're just hanging out now?"

Camillo smiled noncommittally: "Don't be so serious, the scenery on this grassland is beautiful, you should rest assured once in a while."

Amedeo frowned, and was about to speak, when he suddenly glanced behind vigilantly, at the same time, several wolves howled from the grass.

"It's a pack of wolves," Camillo glanced nonchalantly, "Don't worry, they dare not come over."

The wolves really didn't dare to approach Camelot. The breath of the dragon made them feel uneasy. They wandered restlessly in the grass, making the grass rustle.

Not long after, there were several wolf howls behind him, and Amedeo frowned slightly: "I don't like the feeling of being followed by wolves all the way."

Camelot said, "If you don't like it, I can kill them all."

Amedeo stared at his blackened right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Camilo, put away your divine power first..." He was born in a noble family and grew up under the influence of chivalry. He has always killed creatures indiscriminately. Not his style.

Camelot hooked the corner of his mouth: "The well-cultivated nobles are beginning to show mercy to all living beings, huh?"

"Now I know why you sent me to Lingling Island," he jokingly said, "If you catch a pheasant there, you will be taught by the nuns. Where is this place like Mengli, where there is no government, no law, and killing animals It's not breaking the law, it's a killer's paradise."

Amedeo gave him a complicated look, but said nothing.

The two walked for a while, and suddenly saw thick smoke from a bonfire in front of them. After walking a few miles in that direction, a few simple houses appeared in front of them, and people could be vaguely seen moving, and men shouted in the wind. , and the woman's cry.

Camillo narrowed his eyes, and with excellent eyesight, he saw several dark-skinned men guarding the house. They were muscular and tall, with animal skin belts tied around their waists, which could barely cover their genitals.

"Barbarians?" Camelot said. "I've never heard of these people knowing how to build houses."

"Savages never build their own houses, and most of them live in the wild," Amedeo paused, and said in a deep voice, "But there are some tribes who will occupy the living areas of the human race. They will kill all the men and leave the women Stay and keep them in captivity like cattle."

Camillo took a closer look and only saw a few human women wrapped in cloth robes tied to the pillars like animals, but no barbarian women. "Where did those barbarian women go?"

Amedeo said: "There are no female barbarians. In the barbarian worldview, women are used to rape/pregnancy. The women they keep in captivity will continue to be forced to become pregnant, and the boys born will be trained. become the next generation of savages whose baby girls are killed and even reduced to food in times of famine."

"That's really, truly, a barbarian." Camillo narrowed his eyes inexplicably.

Seeing that his expression was different, Amedeo reminded in a deep voice: "Our purpose is to find the ruins, don't meddle in other people's business..."

Before the words were finished, Camillo was already driving in that direction.

"Camilo!" Amedeo chased after him, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person to show kindness," Camillo said without turning his head. "There is a village ahead, and my horse needs water. It's as simple as that."

The barbarians on guard heard the movement and looked in this direction vigilantly. They saw a man in black riding a black horse approaching here unhurriedly. He seemed to be a handsome human race, but His complexion was pale, and there was an inexplicable gloom about his body, the closer he got, the colder the gloomy aura became.

"Woooooohoooohooooooooooooooo"

The watchman blew his horn and shouted, "Take up arms!"

Looking at the barbarians rushing out with blunt weapons, Camillo sneered: "Very well, I just omitted the negotiation process that I hate the most."

Amedeo said: "The barbarians in Monli hate the human race. Based on your clothes and appearance, they will never negotiate with you, let alone let your horse drink water."

"Hehe, I understand." Camillo licked the corner of his lips happily, "Maybe it's not my horse that's really thirsty, but me."

Black dark elements ooze from the ground, rushing towards the barbarians in a black mass. This is a battle without any suspense. The surging undercurrent can tear people to pieces in a moment, or suddenly burst out from their shadows , A bloody hole pierced their chests.

Camillo rode a black horse, and walked unhurriedly through the blood-stained grass. He was smiling, half of his face was covered with black dark elements, and the other half of his face had scarlet eyes. Yes, like a burning spark.

The women who were tied to the pillars were terrified by the tragedy. Their eyes were wide open, screaming, and pulling the chains desperately.

Camillo didn't attack them, but got off his horse and led the horse to the trough to drink water.

Amedeo teleported to him with magic. The strong smell of blood made him a little unhappy. He glanced at the pillars erected in the courtyard and asked, "What about these women?"

Camillo said calmly, "Let it go."

"Didn't you just say that it wasn't for the sake of showing kindness to save people?"

Camillo unscrewed the kettle and took a sip of water, then said slowly, "I'm just too lazy to kill women and children."

At this time, there were two abnormal noises from the nearby firewood. Camillo walked over and pulled out a boy from inside. He was dressed in a barbarian costume, but his figure was as thin as a human race, and his body was red and purple. The skin seemed to have been exposed to the sun for a long time, and it was slightly festered.

"Half barbarian..." Camillo squinted his eyes and looked at him twice, then let him go.

The boy curled up at his feet, looked up at him in fear, and asked, "You, are you... a black evil spirit?"

"Oh, what is that?"

"My father told me that we are blessed by black evil spirits, just like our black skin, and one day the darkness will come back to save us, lead us, and become our god." The boy was obviously scared, but his eyes never moved Moving away from him, he took a deep breath and asked in a trembling voice, "Excuse me, are you... a god?"

Camillo raised his head and took a sip of water, ignoring him.

On the other side, Amedeo had cut off the shackles of several women, and a disheveled woman ran over crying and hugged the boy, "Son... that devil is not your father, they put you How tanned your skin is, and you don’t apply medicine, does it hurt? Mom helps you blow it, it doesn’t hurt or it doesn’t hurt..."

But the boy didn't even look at the woman, he broke free from the woman's embrace, crawled up to Camillo as devoutly as a dog, and carefully asked again: "Are you... a god?"

"So what if I am," Camillo twitched the corners of his mouth, he roughly pinched the boy's chin to force him to look up, and said coldly, "I'm not interested in being your god, a bunch of rape addicted savages God of man."

"Oh, a bunch of lunatics, Amedeo, let's let these women go, and then get out of this damn place..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of sharp blades tearing flesh suddenly came from behind him!

Amedeo was choking a woman's throat, and the Reiatsu sword in his hand had pierced her chest. The women around screamed and fled in a panic.

Camillo walked up to him and said indifferently, "I thought you didn't like killing people."

"She's not human," Amedeo said expressionlessly. He slowly pulled out the Reiatsu sword, and a large stream of colorless liquid gushed out from the woman's chest. "Human blood is red, and only For those who claim to be pure and flawless, blood is transparent and colorless."

The woman did not die immediately, her features convulsed and contorted with pain, and with the last of her strength, she raised her trembling hand and pointed at Amedeo.

"...Traitor...Traitor..."

The author has something to say: do witty readers know why Camillo used "she" when he said "because she is beautiful" in the text?

The first one to answer correctly will be rewarded with Jin/Jiang/Bin.