The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Camillo always felt that someone was touching him when he was sleepy. He rolled over and fell asleep, but the other person still hugged him. The gesture was inexplicably affectionate. Camillo showed a smile in his sleep, Touched each other's hair.

"Okay...isn't one time enough, come again..." He murmured in his dream, and his hot breath sprayed on the side of Amedeo's neck.

Amedeo's body was as stiff as a stone in an instant, and his face was still slightly red from the frenzied action just now, and his face was even more flushed in an instant.He carefully slid his Adam's apple up and down to make sure that Camillo was not awake, and then recited the cleansing spell with confidence, and fell asleep in Camillo's arms.

During the day, Amedeo puts on majestic and neat attire, his ice-blue eyes are like clear lake water, his blond hair is tied up with a ribbon embroidered with silver thread, and he acts as the patron saint to handle government affairs on behalf of Camillo, aloof , overlooking all living beings.

At night, Amedeo was only wearing a nightgown, and the belt around his waist was tied loosely. When he bent down, he could see the perfect waistline and narrow crotch. He held Camillo's hand and clasped his fingers, It seems that only keeping the other person's everything in his body can make him feel at ease.

But that time lasted only a few days.

After that, Camillo regained his keen consciousness. Whenever Amedeo approached him, he would notice something. His eyebrows moved slightly and he opened his eyes to look at him, "What's wrong?"

There was a trace of disappointment in Amedeo's eyes, and he said in a gentle voice: "It's nothing, I just want to see if your health is better."

"It's just anemia, don't listen to Kiria's alarmist words."

Camillo sat up slowly from the soft pillow, and the sunlight turned his hair golden brown, falling on his delicate collarbone.He rubbed the corners of his eyes, there was still a twilight of just waking up in his eyes, and there was a gentle smile: "I don't want people to spread rumors about my frailty and sickness."

Looking at this beautiful scene, Amedeo was slightly dazed. The sleepy king at night was less than a ten-thousandth of this scene. He couldn't wait to hug him and kiss him, even the toes exposed by the horns. .

But in the next moment, Camillo bowed his head and put on a slightly open black silk shirt, then tied up his long loose hair under the service of the maid, and put on a more formal dress.He sat down at the long table, crossed his long legs, picked up the topmost document and looked at it. Although his right wrist was wrapped with gauze, it did not hinder his noble kingly temperament in the slightest.

At this time, Amedeo always feels that he is far away from him.

As the patron saint of the king, he should be the strongest shield, protecting the throne with all his strength.However, when the king has also become a god, and even his strength is still higher than him, the existence of the patron saint is a bit subtle.

"...Since the occupation of Fort Haydn, has the military defense been deployed?" Camillo asked.

"Yes." Amedeo walked to his side and helped him sort out some relevant documents.

Camillo glanced at his right hand, there was still a light red knife mark on the wrist, and he touched it regretfully: "Is the scar not going away?"

Amedeo glanced at his wrist, smiled and said, "Maybe it's because the bloodletting took too long, and I couldn't heal later. But I'm not a woman, so what does it matter if I have a scar?"

In fact, he lied. He delayed the time of self-healing and deliberately left the scar, because it was the trace left by Camillo on his body, and he wanted to keep it.

"Well, it's fine if it doesn't hurt." Camillo nodded, raised his right hand wrapped in gauze, and smiled nonchalantly, "My self-healing ability is worse than yours, and I'm afraid I will also leave a scar." gone."

Amedeo was silent for a while before saying: "Kiria said that the blood volume in your body is only half of that of ordinary people. Why is that? Ever since you were crowned, your complexion has been paler than ordinary people. I always thought it was dark forces that changed your body. In terms of appearance, after being reminded by Kylia, I found that your pulse is also weaker than ordinary people..."

"I didn't become pale after I was crowned as a god," Camillo never mentioned it, because he didn't want Amedeo to recall his unhappiness at the time. He sighed softly and said, "You forgot Well, before I became a god, I already lost too much blood."

Amedeo was stunned immediately. Back then, Camillo was infected with dark poison and had old injuries. He was already at the end of his battle, and he seriously injured him again...

"So, it was frozen?" His voice trembled.

Camillo held his hand, and said gently: "Well, although the self-healing ability of divine power has cured the trauma, it can't restore the blood I lost before, Mei, you don't need to blame yourself, all this It was all planned by Shenting."

Shenting crowned him at the most inappropriate time, and fixed his physique at the weakest moment, trying to suppress the power of the dark god, but the facts proved that they failed, and now Camelot ranks between the demon world and the heavenly world. In reality, no god dared to fight against the dark god.

Some of the minions sent by the gods were swallowed by the dark elements, and the other part was submitted to Camelot, forming the largest empire in the Three Realms.

But Camelot's goal doesn't stop there. "Since Haydnburg has been occupied by us, the road to the human world will be unimpeded. Send an army of demons to the north, and the barbarian tribe in Mengli will meet them in the south. Take Riemann, the metropolis of the human world, in one fell swoop."

Amedeo was stunned: "Riemann is now the chassis of the Dragon Clan."

"I don't remember, we are friends with the Dragon Clan."

"What I mean is, is this going to continue to expand the territory to the human world?" Amedeo knew that Camillo didn't like war, and it was only a last resort to occupy the heavens at the beginning. Now that the situation has finally stabilized, why did he suddenly Attack the human world.

"Hehe, my goal is the king of the Three Realms." Camillo said in a joking tone. He did not tell Amedeo the conditions for successful hemolysis, and it was enough for him to bear the pressure behind it.

Although Amedeo was a little puzzled, he picked up the quill and drafted a letter of war. After all, he unconditionally supported all actions of Camillo.

Camillo thought for a moment and said, "Let Kylia lead the army, she is more familiar with the fighting methods of the Dragon Clan."

Amedeo looked solemn: "No, Kylia will stay and take care of your body."

"No, I'm much better now..."

"No." Amedeo didn't want to take this risk anyway. No one is familiar with Camillo's physique except Kiria. "Let me lead the army."

"You?" Camillo was taken aback for a moment. He hadn't let Amedeo participate in the battle for many years.

For Amedeo, Camillo protected him too well.Even during the personal conquest, the king would let Amedeo stay in a safe palace, but he didn't want to just be a beautiful decoration next to the throne. He didn't want to lose the meaning of his existence. If the patron saint couldn't fight for the king, What else does the king need him to do?

Amedeo looked at Camillo more firmly: "Let me lead the army, Your Majesty, I have also fought dragons several times."

Camelot fell into deep thought. Speaking of which, Amedeo was also present when he went to the Mengli Grassland, so compared to Kylia, Amedeo has more prestige among the barbarians and is indeed a better candidate. .

Amedeo was finally appointed as the commander of the Northern Expedition, and captured Riemann under the king's order.

Camillo didn't want him to go alone, but he tried to mount himself... dizzy...

——When will the problem of anemia be cured?

Amedeo took him off the horse distressedly, and used teleportation magic to bring him to the temple. Before leaving, he wanted to take a look at the pool of blood with Camillo.

At this time, the blood pool had not moved at all, it was calm and bright red, and there seemed to be a trace of warmth on the surface.

Amedeo clenched the king's hand nervously: "When I come back, can I see the dragon egg?"

Camillo kissed him: "Of course."

The two cuddled in the temple for a while, and when they walked out of the temple, they found Wei Ya waiting for them outside alone.

Camelot was slightly surprised, nodded with a smile and said, "Your Majesty the Demon King."

The difference in status between Camelot and Willa is almost equivalent to that of a king and a duke, but Camelot called him the Demon King very face-savingly. Willa felt his cheeks burn every time, and he pretended to be serious and coughed dryly: " I have something to discuss with you."

"what's up?"

"Well, Beizheng...let me go with you too."

Camillo frowned puzzled and amused: "Why?"

"You also know that I will get married next month, but..." Wei Ya hesitated.

Amedeo said with a serious face: "Do you want to regret the marriage?"

"Of course I know this is a big deal!" Wei Ya frowned, and then gradually lost his momentum, "But one month always feels too fast, and I still need some time, but... there is no other excuse to delay , and only major events like war..." He looked away unnaturally, sneaking glances at Amedeo several times.

Camillo smiled knowingly, and Amedeo tugged him anxiously. He and Wei Ya were not what he thought at all, and he didn't know what Camillo thought, so he allowed Wei Ya to accompany him on the spot.

He asked urgently, "What about the government affairs of the Southern Demon Realm?"

Camillo pointed at himself and said with a smile: "I can be the acting king."

Amedeo frowned: "Camilo!"

Wei Ya couldn't help feeling sour, he always felt that he was like a superfluous existence in front of Camillo and Amedeo, and he didn't want to make everyone unhappy, so he found an excuse and left.

Amedeo bit his lip and said softly: "You clearly know that there is no..."

"I know," Camillo wrapped his arms around Amedeo's neck and whispered softly in his ear, "I can't see it after all these years, that guy has always regarded you as someone he can rely on. Ever since Iraq Miller is gone, and Wei Ya is only left with you, please take good care of him along the way, about the wedding..."

Camillo sighed helplessly, "Guide him too."