The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The rock wall of Dragon Valley trembled, and the clansmen saw a faint blue sphere rising above the mansion of the Dragon Head Seven Ghosts. The sphere absorbed the surrounding air elements and expanded rapidly outward. With a loud explosion, the house was directly razed to the ground, leaving only four solitary wooden stakes...

"A bunch of trash!!!"

Roger roared and grabbed the collar of the demon communication officer. The other party was forced to gasp by his spiritual pressure. He opened his mouth in vain, but he could only breathe out but not in. The man's neck twisted stiffly. After two strokes, it seemed that he was about to lose his breath, before Roger threw him to the floor, and the attendants around him took a step back in fright.

"Hmph, Haydnburg was not captured, and Shura died in vain, and now the seven ghosts have disappeared under your noses?"

The demon slave scrambled to his feet: "Let's look for it right away! We'll look for it right away! We'll search all over Dragon Valley to find the whereabouts of Lord Seven Ghosts!"

A lazy voice sounded from the side: "I'm afraid I can't find him in Dragon Valley." Sobika came out of the back room with the medicine mortar in his hand, "By the way, what you said was a faint blue ball of light Right?"

The slave trembled: "Yes, yes."

Roger frowned and looked at Sobika: "What do you know?"

"You're asking the right person. That spell is the broken page we found in the ruins of the Mengli Grassland. It's a large-scale space transfer technique. The other party only moved one room. It's obviously just a novice. Ahhahaha, I'm thinking of using it to move the entire Dragon Valley to the Human World Continent~"

"No." Roger resolutely vetoed it. Sobika planned to do this last time, but he almost blew himself up. Every witchcraft on the broken pages of the shadow is extremely dangerous, so if you accidentally cast it or will be backlashed.

Reminiscent of the purple mark on his left hand, Roger clenched his left hand, a dark color flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly: "Mengli's ruins have been destroyed long ago, who knows the secret technique?" ? Could it be that Camelot took away the broken pages?"

"Well..." Sobika lowered her head and fiddled with the medicine mortar, "I don't know~"

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly displeased. He was so familiar with Sobika's character that he could tell she was lying from the tone of her voice.

"The seven ghosts once reported to me that you went to the Demon Realm to meet Maya 70 years ago, and instead of bringing her back to Dragon Valley, you gave her a book of shadows..."

Sobika thought for a moment, how could the seven ghosts know everything, his eyeliner was everywhere.

Roger asked in a low voice, word by word: "Is the content of that broken page written into the book?"

Sobika laughed dryly: "I don't have a good memory when I'm old, how can I remember such a long time ago..."

Roger said with a sullen face: "Oh, it seems to have been written."

Sobika's smile froze.

Roger was silent for a moment. He has been waiting for the Dark God to grow up for so many years, and he has waited long enough. Now that Camillo has repeatedly provoked the Dragon Clan, he has no reason to continue to endure.Roger turned around and took the saber from the wall, and walked outside with a few valued men.

Sobika turned her head: "Hey, where are you going?"

"Go and kill Camillo." Roger licked the corner of his lips, his eyes glowing red.

Sobika's heart was beating faster and faster, and she quickly chased after her, whispering, "Didn't you agree... you're going to go pick medicine with me tomorrow?"

Roger turned around sullenly: "Also let me distinguish the occasion when you are fooling around. What time is it now? War! Is there anything more important than war!"

Sobika was taken aback by the overwhelming Reiatsu, her body trembled slightly, and she blinked subconsciously, tears of grievance almost came out of her eyes.

Roger frowned slightly. He also realized that he was too serious. After a moment of silence, his heart softened...

Sobika suddenly raised her head: "I won't let you go, just don't let you go!"

Roger thought it was funny for a moment, and raised the corners of his lips: "It's just you?"

"Who gave you the courage to talk to this wizard like that!" Sobika put her hands on her hips and glared at him angrily, "We signed a contract of equivalent value, have you forgotten how much debt you owe me? I order you by name, but you are not allowed to go!"

"..." Roger fell silent suddenly.

The attendants around thought that the patriarch was angry and knelt down on the ground in a panic.

A very distant image appeared in front of Roger's eyes. A little girl in red clothes climbed on a tree, stared at him condescendingly, and said arrogantly: Who gave you the courage to talk to this wizard like this!Do you think I am Solomon, believe it or not, I will turn you into a toad with a spell!

The young man under the tree raised his head and glanced at her, his slightly raised brows showed a hint of unruliness: Tsk, I didn't expect the legendary Wizard Solomon to be a dwarf.

Pointing to the tip of his nose, the girl said angrily: I will grow taller next year!

Year after year... More than 100 years have passed, which is very short for the dragon race, but it is the length of a lifetime for the human race.

The girl in red didn't grow taller afterward. As she aged in time, she gradually became rickety, and even looked shorter than before, while the young man around her still had the same appearance as before, only entering middle age.

In retrospect, Sobika hadn't yelled at him like this for a long time, and the youthful look was really nostalgic.

The corners of Roger's lips curled up involuntarily. At this moment, two coughs came from beside him.

"I'm sorry, did I come at the wrong time?" Abraham smiled and stood outside the door with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a pure white dress from Shenting, with the neckline slightly open, revealing a well-tailored white shirt inside, and Luo Jie stood together, revealing the opposite gentle temperament.

Roger glanced up at the uninvited guest, and sneered bluntly: "It's you, Abraham." Although he and Abraham have been in a cooperative relationship, there is absolutely no trust.

"What are you looking for me all of a sudden? I hope you bring good news. It's best to tell me where Camelot is in a simple and clear manner."

As soon as these words came out, Sobika became even angrier.

Abraham immediately guessed what the two had just argued about, and he blinked at Sobika, who looked at him suspiciously, half-believing.I saw Abraham bowed to Roger, smiled and said: "I do know his whereabouts, but I'm afraid this is not the time to do it, Lord Patriarch."

Roger's eyes turned cold instantly: "What do you mean by that?"

Abraham said calmly: "I'm afraid it won't satisfy you to do it now, because the dark god is not in good health."

At this moment in the capital, in the dormitory, Kylia was sitting on the side of the bed, looking solemnly at the sleeping Camillo.

As soon as she received the news that Camelot was unwell, she immediately rushed over from the heavens and scolded Figira angrily. The bloodletting would have killed him.

A mass of dark figures gathered outside the dormitory, the priest respectfully knelt down on the ground to pray for the crown, the nurse and the waiter came and went in a hurry, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive and tense.

Kai stayed in the room all day, but gradually realized something was wrong.

"What happened outside?" He asked a young guard beside him.

The little guard was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect this man to take the initiative to talk to him. Just as he was about to speak, his companion immediately reprimanded him: "Tell him what to do, this guy is a prisoner!"

"But, but..." The little guard opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, he looked at the demon prisoner, who lowered his head, expressionless as usual, neither angry nor disappointed.

I heard that this man was cursed by a wizard, and he usually neither speaks nor has an expression on his face. I'm afraid he doesn't even have a soul anymore.

There was a sudden commotion outside the house, and only Figira's shrill voice shouted:

"How could this be my fault? I didn't know that Camillo's physique was so bad. He told me I knew it. He didn't tell me how could I know! I tried my best to help stop the bleeding, didn't I, Kiri It's unreasonable for Ya to still scold me!"

When Kai heard this, his head froze for two seconds, and he suddenly stood up, leaning on the wall and staggering towards the door.

The older guard immediately shouted: "Stop! What are you doing!"

The little guard was also taken aback, and hurried to stop him, but was slowed down by the heavy armor. It was not easy for them to stand in the ruled area, and they had to slow down step by step to stand still.Unexpectedly, the prisoner, who usually looked weak and weak, was more agile than the two guards at this moment, and quickly walked to the door.

Several guards outside the door immediately drew their swords: "Stop!"

Kai held on to the door frame, but he didn't take a step outside. He stared blankly at the distance, separated by an arched door, and there were two people standing outside the courtyard.

One is an old lady with heavy makeup, and the other is a blond man with a serious face, his tall and tall figure exudes an invisible aristocratic temperament.

Amedeo heard the movement in the yard, glanced sideways, and met Kai's eyes from a distance, "Who is that person?" He asked with a frown.

Figira: "Oh—you mean him, he is the demon tribe that Camillo brought back from Haydnburg, he was Roger's subordinate before, his sanity has been eroded by witchcraft, and he obeyed the high-level officials of the dragon tribe. "

"Did Camillo order him to be brought back?"

"Yes, I heard that I once had friendship in Longgu."

When they were talking, the man kept staring at Amedeo, and he looked back, only to see a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, but the smile was cold and murderous upon closer inspection.Amedeo frowned slightly: "Is there any way to recover his sanity?"

Figira lowered his voice, quietly approached and said, "Do you want to hear the subjective answer or the objective answer?"

"objective."

"That's why I can't recover—" Figira spread his hands, "Although he is quite normal now and recognizes people, but as long as Roger gives the order, he will fight for it with all his might. Solomon's mark cannot be erased for a lifetime." Damn, that girl Yuesemona just doesn't believe in evil, she must find a way to get rid of the control, alas... I don't have the heart to hit her face to face."

Amedeo's brows frowned even tighter: "Since it's the one brought back by Ka, send someone to step up guard."

Until Amedeo and Figira walked away, Kai was still staring at the outside of the courtyard. He didn't listen to the conversation between the two, but only noticed Amedeo's ring, which seemed to be in the same style as Camillo. the same.

The fingers clasped tightly on the door frame were already bleeding, and Kai's expression was close to distorted, no... It didn't seem like, it was the same!the same! ! !

The guards were frightened by his crazy expression, and they dragged him into the room with brute force, "This guy is abnormal again, quickly, go and invite Lady Yuesemona here!"

Amedeo knocked on the door of the bedroom and walked in.

"How is he?"

When Kiriya saw him enter the room, her solemn face eased a little, and she replied softly: "I have rested for a day, and now I can gradually feel the pulse..."

"I'm fine." The quilt on the bed moved, Camillo turned over and looked over, his eyes half-opened dimly, the corners of his lips curved slightly, with a gentle smile as usual, "I'm really fine... ...It's just dizziness, Kiria is too nervous."

Kiriya raised her brows, crossed her arms, and sneered, "Oh, is it very good? Do you want to cut your wrist again? I can help you with this, so that you won't even feel dizzy, and you won't have to suffer at all." .”

Camillo didn't seem to hear what she said clearly, and nodded in confusion.

Kiriya twitched the corner of her mouth: "It's all like this and it's okay."

She got up and walked to Amedeo, lowered her voice, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I was too hot-tempered a few days ago and said some bad things to you and Figira, but actually..." She She smiled, "Actually, I'm still happy for you, you are finally going to have a baby with Ka."

Hearing the last sentence, Amedeo subconsciously looked away and looked at Camillo, as nervous as if he was pregnant, and forgot what to say for a moment.

Kiriya laughed heartily, and patted her shoulder vigorously: "Hahaha, I understand, I understand! I won't bother you."

After the bedroom door was closed, Amedeo knelt on one knee by the side of the bed, with soft eyes, reached out and stroked Camillo's forehead, and helped him tidy up his slightly messy hair. Camillo glanced at him After confirming that it was his lover, he closed his eyes with peace of mind. Under the bridge of his handsome nose was a pale lip, but there was always a hint of a smile on his lips. Even after the bloodletting, his face was a little abnormal, but he still smiled. Said nothing, obviously very weak, but has been holding on.

Amedeo looked at him distressedly, stroked his pale lips with his fingers, and murmured softly: "If it seems too dangerous, we, why not... just give up."

Camillo didn't hear his words clearly, but felt comfortable being touched, instinctively rubbed his palm, and even licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Amedeo quickly retracted his hands to his chest, a little bit of sweetness and joy in his panic.After a while, he was sure that Camillo was really asleep, so he took Camillo's hand carefully, kissed his palm once, and then felt that it was not enough, kissed every finger again.

"King, king..."

Amedeo seldom takes the initiative in the relationship between the two, because noble women are taught to be reserved and to refuse and greet, so he has been suppressing his liking for Camillo, always worried that his feelings are too passionate , but will arouse the opponent's resentment.

Only when Camillo was asleep, he dared to kiss him secretly, caressed his body, and almost kissed his body all over the afternoon.

"King," he wrapped his arms around Camillo's shoulders, kissed him gently on the lips, leaned shyly on his chest as he had rehearsed countless times in his mind, and whispered, "Just love me, okay? .”

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