The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

There is a seraph floating in the center of the divine court made of clear water and silver bricks. He has silver hair, golden pupils, and is covered with pure white shimmer. He is as holy and elegant as crystal. He is neither a mortal nor a god.

There are ten judges in the court of God to maintain the order of the world, which have symbolized the supreme justice for thousands of years, and the angel in front of him is the chief judge of the ten.

The death of Saisha and the destruction of the Book of Century completely shocked the court of God. No god has ever been able to do such an arrogant act!

No, not for nothing, Vanessa was the first, and now there's a Camelot.

"Whoever crowned him, stand up." The voice of the presiding judge echoed throughout the courtyard.

An octogenarian old man walked out of the corridor of the court of God. He knelt at the feet of the angel, folded his hands on his chest, and accepted the judgment of the court of God devoutly.

"Why did you choose him?" the majestic voice asked again.

"Returning to you, the dark poison had erupted for a long time at that time, countless mortals were killed and injured, and we had very little time left. When the dark god chose him, I thought...he was the right candidate."

The golden eyes of the seraphim stared at him emotionlessly: "Saisha, Nicholas, and you all fulfilled Vanessa's wish. You all forgot that the person who crowned Vanessa was crucified. punishment on the cross?"

The old man lowered his head: "Don't dare."

"I won't punish you, but you should atone for the crimes you committed. Do you know what to do?"

The old man stood up and bowed deeply, "Yes."

"Wait, take someone with you." The presiding angel pointed to a young man standing by the courtyard. He had the appearance of a Celestial Clan, with ear-length brown curly hair, and a pair of light brown eyes with a faint smile, as if Just a simple young man with no city in his chest.

But Seraphim's next words made the old man awe-inspiring, "His name is Abraham, the future presiding judge, it's time to leave the court of God and go out to practice."

The black dragon's wings fluttered, sweeping a powerful air current.

Roger jumped off the dragon's back and walked through the empty city center.

None of them.

After hearing the news of the coming of the black dragon, everyone fled the city. Roger, the patriarch of the dragon clan, almost became the most feared object in the human world.Although he is not a god, he is powerful enough to kill a god, and he doesn't even need to bear the "price" of a god, so in a sense, he is already super god.

"Patriarch," Shura walked behind him and knelt down to salute. "The subordinates have already sent someone to check it. It is indeed an empty city, and there is not even a defense facility."

"Well," Roger nodded absently, and asked, "Has Sobika not agreed to leave Dragon Valley yet?"

Shura said: "The wizard said that Longgu is still planting her medicinal herb garden, which needs to be taken care of every day. It can be picked after spring, and it will not be out of the valley for the time being."

Roger's face darkened slightly, and he folded his arms and said, "This city has a mild climate and fertile land, can it be worse than Dragon Valley? Send a few people to take care of a piece of land and get those messy things from her medicine garden."

Shura respectfully said: "Yes, this subordinate will do it now."

"By the way," Roger ordered again, "relocate some dragons here. There is a lake here for them to inhabit. Let's rest here for a while before continuing to attack north. Hmph, I don't believe that the human race can escape to the sky. go."

Shura responded, and she turned around and glanced at Kai beside her: "Have you heard what the patriarch said, hurry up and leave!"

Kai's face was expressionless, he moved his lips mechanically, and said hoarsely: "Yes."

At this time, Roger noticed a slight movement in the air. He frowned, pulled out his saber in displeasure, turned and walked towards the river.

Shura was about to follow, but was stopped by Roger, "I'll go alone." This was the aura of Shenting, which he was all too familiar with.

Walking to the river, there were two people standing on the bridge, an old man and a young boy, who looked unfamiliar.

He recognized the old man, stared at him coldly and said, "Why are you looking for me again? Let me remind you kindly, if you want to sanction me, you'd better bring a few hundred more people."

The old man took off his wool felt hat, smiled calmly and said, "The court of God only manages the affairs between gods, and does not interfere in the affairs of ordinary people."

"Oh? Then why do you come to pester me, a mortal?" Roger mercilessly demolished him.

The smile on the old man's face froze, he coughed twice, and said: "Shen Ting is thinking of all living beings, so naturally he has to get in touch with human beings, not to mention, you are also a rare talent in this world..."

Roger interrupted in time: "I'm not a god."

"But……"

"I'm not even interested in world peace." Roger coldly refused, and turned to leave.

At this time, the young man who had always been calm suddenly said, "Then what if you are asked to kill someone?"

Roger paused. He turned around and glanced at the boy. He didn't find out how powerful he was, so he mocked contemptuously: "If you want to hire a killer, go to the Mercenary Association. You can't afford the price of me."

Abraham bent his eyes and smiled, and was about to speak when the old man beside him said first, "Saisha is dead, and the dwarf who forged your knife is dead."

Roger's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he returned to indifference: "Hmph, I'm interested in her knife, not in her life or death."

The old man smiled and said, "Don't you want to know who killed her?"

Roger was aroused by him, and said leisurely: "It seems...it has something to do with Camillo again?"

"It was Amedeo who killed Saisha."

Roger said indifferently: "Oh." In terms of that person's strength, it is not surprising that he could kill Saisha.

The old man continued: "But since the Dark God Camillo usurped the kingship, Amedeo has become his patron saint, and the patron saint must obey the king's orders, so we are not sure whether the demon god really rebelled."

Roger laughed loudly: "Ahahaha, I remembered... the price of the demon god, that ridiculous price, the gods will really shoot themselves in the foot with a stone."

The old man's face was a bit ugly, and he emphasized angrily: "Camilo was able to successfully usurp the kingship because the God of Light, Imeler, acted without authorization and violated the orders of the divine court."

Roger raised his eyebrows: "Light and darkness have formed an alliance? This is a strange thing."

"Both of them pose a threat to the rule of the gods," the old man said seriously, "Roger, the pinnacle of Saisha's life - the knife of killing gods is in your hands, as long as you can kill the god of light And Dark God, Shenting will not treat you badly."

Roger didn't answer, and the surroundings fell into silence for a moment, and invisible gunpowder smoke spread in the air.

A chilling sound of metal rubbing broke the silence, Roger pulled out his saber, stared down at the lines on it, and asked lazily: "You said you won't treat me badly, what do you mean?"

Seeing that he was interested, the old man immediately said happily, "Whatever you want..."

Colorless blood gushed out of his mouth, blocking his speech, he looked down in shock, Roger's machete had pierced his lung.

"You are the one who crowned my son, and you are the one who forced him to be a god," Roger sneered, and twisted the handle of the knife vigorously, more transparent liquid poured out from the wound, "how dare you appear In front of me, do you think you have lived too long?"

Under Roger's powerful spiritual pressure, the old man couldn't make any sound. He widened his eyes in fear, waved his limbs, struggled to look at Abraham beside him, and made two mouth shapes with trembling lips—save me.

With a soothing smile on Abraham's face, he stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and then suddenly released the spiritual pressure.

The old man's pupils suddenly dilated, his body shook violently, his stiff face turned ashen, and he died in an instant.

"You're really good at one-shot kills." Roger sarcastically said with a cold face, he pulled out the scimitar, and the corpse fell towards the bridge railing and was carried into the river

That old guy could have struggled for another 10 minutes, but it's so boring to die so quickly.

Abraham stretched out his right hand to him, and politely introduced himself, "Abraham."

Roger completely ignored him, lowered his head to wipe off the blood on the blade, and faced the sunlight, he said: "Is there no one in the court, I sent you an immature kid to work in the lower world, believe it or not, I am now a hand could kill you."

Abraham smiled instead of anger, and said with a gentle look: "The court of God does not need to conquer or invade any territory. We rule, and what we need to rule is wisdom, not force."

"Did you forget how your companion died last second?" Roger mocked.

"He made a mistake," said Abraham. "You will not kill Camelot, at least not yet."

Roger's eyes narrowed suddenly, and the tip of the knife was pressed against his chin: "You kid think you know everything?!"

Abraham looked calm: "It's true that you wanted to kill him, but you were one step too late because 50 years have passed."

Roger suddenly fell silent, seemingly calm, but the restless Reiatsu revealed his emotions at the moment.In the past few decades, he has been killing with all his strength, and he has not hesitated to improve his spiritual field against the laws of nature, and finally he is strong enough to rival it.

——Fifty years have passed, and the dark god who turned clouds and rain in his hands no longer exists...

"You will wait until the day he becomes a god before doing anything," Abraham said.

Roger slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "You are different from that old guy, you are indeed very smart."

"I prefer you to use the word 'wisdom'," Abraham put his hands behind his back, smiling gracefully, "So can we get back to business now?"

"What's the point?"

"Shenting will not treat you badly."

The author has something to say: Actually, I quite like the character of Abraham, so I love all the villains~Roger, Camillo, as for the decentness of this article, it may be Shenting and Maya