The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Camelot stared at the dead body gloomyly, there is no doubt that the court has been alerted to them.

The dark element spread from the soles of his feet, climbed onto the woman's corpse, and made a sizzling corrosion sound. It didn't take long for the corpse to be completely swallowed by darkness, and even the blood disappeared.The green grass swayed in the breeze, as if the killing just never happened.

Amedeo stood quietly aside, and said: "Even if the corpse is gone, the troubles cannot be completely eradicated. We need to find the remains as soon as possible."

"Yeah." Camelot nodded.

The barbarian boy's eyes lit up behind him, and he quickly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, there is a ruin in the northwest. Is it the one you are looking for? My father strictly forbids us to approach it, but I can take you there!"

The crying woman kneeling beside him suddenly grabbed him and cried hoarsely: "You are not allowed to call him father! That scumbag is not your father! He abused you so cruelly, killed your sister and sister, forced you Kneeling in the sun! Son, why do you have to accept a barbarian as your father! Why! Why!"

The boy was pulled by him so that he was unsteady, and immediately became angry. He pushed the woman away violently: "You lowly woman, you are not allowed to lose your composure in front of my god!"

"Ahhhhh!" The woman fell back on the firewood, with several cuts on her face, she hugged her injured head with both hands, crying uncontrollably, "Son... good son, please, come with your mother Go home, okay? Mom will be good to you, cook for you, wash your clothes, please..."

Amedeo frowned slightly, and couldn't help telling her: "Children domesticated by barbarians can't be changed back. You are still young, you can go back to human society, find someone to marry and have a new child, or go to Adopting one from an orphanage would be better than this."

After hearing this, the woman suddenly turned her head to look over, and shouted mournfully, "Do you have any children?"

Amedeo was silent, a cold wind blew up on the grassland, and the hem of his clothes was flying in the wind.

"You who don't have children won't understand at all!" The woman scratched the dirt on the ground with her fingers in pain, and screamed, "A mother's love for her child is beyond everything, he is my flesh and blood, the only one I survived Child...no matter what wrong he did, no matter what he turned into, no matter how he treated me, I still love him, more than I love myself!"

Camillo has not spoken, standing in the shadows, unable to see his expression clearly.

The boy came to him on two knees and kowtowed to him, "Your Majesty, did she bother you? I can kill her for you. I'm very good at killing people."

The woman's face turned pale on the spot.

Camillo remained silent, and said after a while, "No, you go find a horse, we should be on our way."

The boy happily responded, and ran to lead the horse.

The woman sat on the ground, staring blankly at the boy's back, her face was ashen, as if she had died, without the slightest trace of life.

Camillo turned over and stepped on his black horse, his eyes stayed on her for a moment, then he looked back expressionlessly, and took the rein to leave the village.

Amedeo rode side by side with him for a while, feeling as if a stone had weighed on his heart, which was extremely heavy. He looked back frequently, and the woman was still kneeling on the ground, showing no intention of getting up and leaving.

"Don't look, she will die in the end." Camillo said, "No one can save her. There are wolves everywhere in this grassland. She has already lost her companions, and it is impossible for her to get out alive."

"Although it is a bit ruthless...but on this grassland, only barbarians can survive."

The grass rustled in the distance.

An old woman struggled to push aside the weeds, and came out with a brightly colored long skirt. She glanced at the mud on the leather shoes with disgust, and a colorful chrysanthemum was almost wrinkled on her heavily made-up face.

"Oh, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have come to this ghost place."

Figira complained angrily. She took out a small mirror from her arms, continued to apply powder on her flushed cheeks, looked around in the mirror left and right, and was very satisfied.Then he picked up the lipstick again, wiped it on his purple lips, pouted his red lips in front of the mirror, and felt that he was the most sexy beauty in the world.

The old lady tidied her hairstyle narcissistically, polished every jewel on the bun, and worked hard for an hour before she remembered the business.

——Find the ruins.

Even though the materials in the translation library were almost destroyed by that little bitch Yuesemona, Feijila still relied on the few pages of surviving manuscripts to follow the clues and find out all the way to Mengli Grassland.

She wasn't very interested in this ruin, she just couldn't swallow this breath, who is she Figira?At the beginning, she made her fortune by robbing tombs and digging treasures. When it comes to finding objects, no one is better than her.

She would like to see the origin of the ciphertext that Yue Simona risked her life to steal!

Concentrating and holding his breath, Figira pulled out a drop-shaped blue pendulum from his fur collar, and hung it above his palm.The pendulum will sense the flow of energy around it, and it will sway along the trajectory of the energy. A powerful energy field like a ruin can definitely be sensed by the pendulum.

"Good boy, tell me, where is the ruins now?"

Sensing the master's question, the pendulum trembled slightly. The previous divinations pointed to the north, but this time, the pendulum swayed vaguely between west and north, as if some energy disturbed it.

Figira loosened the chain of the pendulum, and lowered the pendulum to the palm of his hand. This time the result was completely different from the previous one. The tip of the pendulum actually pointed to the north.

She raised her head and stared in that direction, frowning tightly. With such a powerful interference, there must be something there.

She bent down and hid in the grass, and moved slowly to the north, only to see a little black on the grassland, and when she looked carefully, it turned out to be three people on horseback.

And the moment she found the other party, a sense of spiritual pressure suddenly spread here, and the other party obviously found him too.

Figira felt bad, flipped his wrist, and a silver carved crutch quickly appeared in his hand.

If it's a big deal, just start killing, who is afraid of whom!

The barbarian boy who led the way saw Camillo suddenly rein in his horse and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you, the ruins haven't arrived yet."

Camillo stared at the grass in the south with gloomy black eyes, and said, "There is someone there." He pulled the rein, turned around, and walked towards the person hiding in the grass.

Amedeo also felt the strangeness, he tightened the reins vigilantly, and stayed in place with the boy.

Camillo clearly knew where the other party was hiding, but the closer he got to that place, the more he felt a faint sense of oppression, a very familiar oppression, a certain long-term memory was pulled out from the depths of his brain.

He remembered, it was the rule zone.

And this rule area is much weaker than that created by Sobica back then, and Camilo is hardly affected by it, but the dark horse under him gradually becomes unbearable, his limbs keep trembling, and he reluctantly takes two steps forward, suddenly the horseshoe Unable to hold on, he slipped, leaned over, and fell heavily to the ground.

The other party seemed to be waiting for this opportunity, a sharp wind blade cut off the grass stem in an instant, and slashed towards Camelot quickly and mercilessly.

At that moment, Camillo jumped into the air on horseback, and finally saw the face of the enemy clearly... This woman was covered in various colors from head to toe, and the makeup on her face was terribly dark, like a moving rainbow .

She can never be a member of Shenting, unless Shenting is collectively crazy.

Figira didn't expect that the other party escaped her surprise attack. She pursed her mouth in anger, and grabbed the crutch with her right hand and pulled it hard. She heard a harsh metal rubbing sound, and she pulled out a sharp dagger from it.

"Witchcraft? Press!" She waved her sword.

The air above Camilo's head suddenly compressed sharply, and the shells rushed straight down. This time, Figira used [-]% of the witch. If an ordinary person suffered this blow, he would have been crushed to a pulp.

And that man turned into black smoke in an instant, and disappeared before her eyes without a sound.

Figira seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes widened in disbelief. At this moment, a faint voice came from behind him: "Don't be in a daze when fighting."

She turned her head to look, and a dark undercurrent was approaching her eyes.

It was too late to dodge, Figira didn't even have time to make any sound, his body was split in half in an instant!

But there was no expected blood splatter, and there was no colorless blood. The two halves of the torn body floated aside as if inflated, and slowly condensed into two identical Figira.

She covered her mouth and said with a shrill smile, "Oh, this is not good."

Another Figira laughed and said, "Guess~ Which one is the main body?"

Camilo frowned impatiently, not in the mood to play with her at all, the black element emerged from under his feet again, the eerie darkness crawled across the grass like a swarm of snakes, and surrounded the two Figiras, Camilo Luo moved his fingers, and the darkness moved in response to the sound, and rushed towards her in an instant.

Under the darkness, came Figira's laughter again.

The old woman's body was made of air, under the impact of the undercurrent, it turned into many small bubbles, floated into the air, and turned into countless doll-sized "Figiras".

"Oh hehehe, it's split again~"

"Which one is me, which one is me?"

"Guess quickly—"

"Hahaha, I can't guess."

That disgusting thin voice enveloped Camillo, and the mania hidden in his blood gradually surged from the nerve endings. Camillo clenched his fists angrily, and the black stained his fingertips and climbed up his arms. It didn't take a moment. , he was shrouded in darkness.

The barbarian boy saw the dark figure from a distance, and if he saw a miracle, he immediately climbed off his horse in ecstasy, and kowtowed heavily in the direction of Camelot.

"My god! My god has come!"

Figira obediently kept his mouth shut. He wanted to tease him for a while, but unexpectedly, he actually made a real move. Alas... Sure enough, he was printed in the same mold as Roger.Just when she was thinking about how to escape, a deafening dragon roar sounded in the air. The fairy dragon was eager to protect the Lord, and her huge figure pierced through the clouds and swooped towards here like an arrow.

Its wings set off a hunting gust on the grassland. The storm seemed to be wrapped in countless knives, cutting off the vegetation in an instant, and the grass blades danced wildly.

Even though Figira was a veteran at controlling the air element, she couldn't resist the venomous blows of the strong wind. Her blindfold soon became ineffective, leaving only her true self covered in dust and her dress swaying in the wind.

Because he didn't want to be covered in dust, Camilo jumped onto the dragon's back in one step. After the storm subsided, Zero landed in front of Figira.

At this moment, the woman can only be described in one word: the red shawl drooping on her head, her fluffy hair in a mess, two tear stains on her face from her black eyeshadow, and the stain on her skirt. Lipstick and foundation, disheveled standing in place.

Camillo didn't even have the mood to kill her, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Figira quickly came back to his senses, with the expression that you finally remembered to ask me, squinted and smiled triumphantly:

"I'm your father's old lover!"