The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Seville is known as the Kingdom of God, and naturally not everyone can go there. It is a large empty island covered in clouds and fog all year round, and its location is constantly changing with the monsoon.

There are only two ways to get there, one is by airship, only the old captain with a special compass can find the right route, and the ticket price is naturally priceless; the second is through the teleportation array, but only those who know the way Only then did I know the location of the teleportation array. They were either hidden in the basement of the casino, or at the bottom of the lake, or in the storage room of the fortune-telling old witch's house.

Maya has no money and no connections, so it stands to reason that there is no way to go to Seville.

But by some luck, she just hid in the cave on a rainy day to avoid the rain. After going in and out, she found that the rain had stopped, and there was a red copper sign in front of her——Welcome to Seville.

The city street in front of you is wide, and there are two or three storey small high-rise buildings on both sides of the street. The style ranges from classical to unconventional, from holy pure white to dazzling bright yellow, and they are intertwined and built together.Maya walked all the way and saw many strange races that she had never seen before. The long-legged race and the blue-skinned giant were shoulder to shoulder, and the angel with wings was bargaining with the dwarf race...even saw the sky race and the demon race. Talking and laughing in the tavern, Maya's mouth opened into an O shape. Shouldn't these people hate each other? !

Never has a city been so tolerant of different races and beliefs, it's like paradise.

On the street, a group of big men shouted: "Sign up, sign up, the century-old gladiatorial competition! Huge bonuses are waiting for you!"

Maya touched her empty pockets. When she heard that she could make money, she was a little moved. She ran over and asked shyly, "Excuse me, how much is the bonus?"

The brawny man laughed and said, "You little girl, what are you doing to join in the fun? This kind of competition has nothing to do with you."

Maya seemed to have been poked in a sore spot, and said stubbornly: "I can fight, let me sign up."

The strong man smiled and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I said, I want to sign up."

"Haha, how old are you, little girl?"

"Twelve," Maya added, fearing that the other party would not agree, "I will be thirteen in a few years!"

Another burly man next to him heard this, patted his colleague on the shoulder, smiled and gave her a number plate, "Success! You are allowed to participate. The boss said that anyone over the age of 12 can participate."

Then Maya happily took the number plate to the reception desk facing the street to register, and when she walked away, she heard the two big men behind say:

"What were you doing just now? The boss clearly said that you must be 15 years old to sign up."

"What are you afraid of, anyway, what we get is a commission, one more registration, one more salary."

"Tsk, aren't you afraid that that girl will die?"

"The kids are just teasing her. I don't believe she really dares to compete. I'm sure she won't even pass the preliminary round."

Unexpectedly, the little girl they were talking about finally made it to the finals. The 12-year-old Zhanwu has no camp. The book of shadows in his hand seems to be possessed, and even his colleagues are powerless to parry.

The shriveled little pocket was filled with gold coins little by little. Maya felt that she had earned almost enough and was about to retire, but she changed her mind during the conversation with her companion.She learned from other people that the person who won this gladiatorial competition a hundred years ago was Roger.

Some people were dissatisfied: "Why do you say that Roger won? He didn't finish the final at all, but took away the champion's stele!"

"The stone tablet that they snatched with their own ability, let you snatch it from you?"

"..."

"Besides, have you heard of the scene back then? Fifteen black-robed witches banded together to hunt down Roger alone. Did they catch him? It wasn't a complete defeat, and finally ended up with a casualty." The man sneaked a glance at Maya. , said in a low voice, "Let me tell you, witches are not suitable for fighting, and they are no match for dragons. Isn't Camillo, who is in charge of the heavens, also a dragon?"

"Camilo..." A middle-aged man next to him spat, "I've taken over my hometown, and now I've brought my family to Seville, and I'm just relying on wrestling to earn some money."

Everyone stopped talking, the air was full of depression, and the paleness of talking was probably the current scene. The expressions on everyone's faces were serious, sad, fearful, and angry.

Maya sat alone in a corner, her face covered by a wide hood.

After a moment of silence, a young man stood up and encouraged everyone: "What's wrong with coming to Seville? Is there any place in the world that is freer than this city! At worst, let's start over here!"

A few people followed suit and laughed, and the atmosphere eased a little.

At this moment, Maya said abruptly, "What if his army reaches Seville?"

The young man froze for a moment, and said with a dry smile, "You, what nonsense are you talking about..."

Maya said calmly, "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm a witch, sometimes I can see the future."

The young man was shocked: "What you said is true?"

"Don't believe her!" A strong man of the giant race next to him said, "Little baby, if you really have this ability, you should set up a shop to tell your fortune. This is an arena for the strong to compete, and then tell me nonsense , bewitching the crowd, be careful that I will knock your teeth out on the field!"

The rest of the people were instantly inspired to fight, and laughed together.

Maya puffed up her mouth in anger, turned around and walked out alone, the reason why she didn't argue was because she didn't know whether her predictions were accurate, her strength was immature, and sometimes what she saw was just a kind of Warning, it won't come true.

Besides, why did father suddenly come to Seville?

She buried her head in her thoughts, at this time a group of people came in the corridor, the leading man was wearing a red silk magician robe and a black top hat, Maya recognized this man, he was the patron of the gladiatorial competition, and he was also known as "" "Boss", known as the slave owner-Kiddy.

This kind of guy who made his fortune from slavery, Maya despised the most in her heart, so she quickened her pace and wanted to walk over.

Unexpectedly, Kiddie stopped in front of her, took off his top hat and bent down with a smile: "This beautiful lady, what is your name?"

"..." Maya took a step back in a daze, subconsciously glanced at the pseudonym on her name tag, and stammered obviously unskillfully, "Li, Lilian."

Kitty smiled and said, "I think you must miss your friend who passed away, Lilith."

Maya was surprised, who is this man!How could she know about her and Lilith!

Seeing that the other party looked like an enemy, Kitty smiled and explained: "I'm sorry, did I scare you? I am a ghost from the underworld. We understand death better than anyone else, so I just brushed you off." When I passed by, I received the message of the deceased and your strong sadness in an instant, please allow me to apologize again for my faux pas, and at the same time express my deep regret for the passing of your friend."

Maya choked for a moment before saying, "Ghost race... what race is it?"

"Hehehe, you don't need to be embarrassed by this. Many people have never heard of this race. We come from another world, the other side of the so-called world."

"the other side?"

"You can also use the word 'underworld' to describe it, although I don't like this word very much, hehe."

"Oh……"

This man's words are really evil, Maya can only suspect that he didn't take his medicine this morning, it's a pity, he looks decent, but he has a problem with his brain.She frowned and walked closer, trying to use her brain-reading skills to see through the man's intentions. In an instant, piles of golden gold flooded her head, money, money, money everywhere... except money, it was still money !

Maya's eyes were almost blinded by the golden light: "You are... no, can, reason, metaphor."

At this time, Camillo had already led his men to sneak into Seville. They disguised themselves, mixed with arms dealers and entered the city, and then stationed in the city in batches.

With so many armed forces coming, it's clear that Camillo's trip isn't just about finding Maya.

He brushed the silver blade with his fingertips, and said in a gentle voice: "Strictly guard all the exits and teleportation arrays of Seville, not a single bird can leave Seville alive."

He refers to the ghost race that is active in this world.

These people come and go freely between the underworld and the world, and inform Hades like carrier pigeons, which is really annoying.How could Camilo allow these people to spoil his blood-lysis plan? The undead ghosts should go back to where they should be, and never want to run wild on his territory.

"Then, kill all the birds."

Sewell didn't realize that the darkness was approaching, and the city was still immersed in the passionate atmosphere of the gladiatorial match.

The finalists are all strong fighters in various combat fields, or they are tall and burly, or have high mana, but there is a little girl standing out, which can be said to be very funny.Unexpectedly, after two matches, both fighters and mages lost to this little girl.

The wizards watching the game gradually realized that this girl was a witch from Solomon's school.

Although Solomon is a famous family among wizards, generally only wizards know about this family.But since Sobika snatched the stele together with Roger in the last gladiatorial match, the name Solomon suddenly became popular.So it was passed around, and everyone in the audience began to cheer "Solomon".

Camillo outside the court heard the cheers of "Solomon", and couldn't help frowning, looking up at the magic screen in the air.

Maya!Camillo clenched his fists instantly, why is she here! ?

Although he hadn't seen her for many years, he recognized the child as Maya at a glance, regardless of whether it was a competition or what, looking at the scratches on Maya's face, he wished he could rush over and kill the bastard who was fighting at this moment.

Amedeo also saw Maya in the picture. He felt that the child's brows were a little more murderous, and it seemed a little different from before. He felt a little uneasy: "I don't know what she is doing in this competition, card, Don't be impulsive..."

Before the words were finished, Camillo had already clashed with the guards.

"Who dares to enter the arena! It is forbidden to enter during the competition!"

Camillo glanced at his sleeve that was being pulled, and said softly, "Let go."

"Fuck your mother!" the guard cursed, with a playful smile just floating on the corner of his mouth, in an instant, a black blade was chopped down, and with a "shua", the body and head were separated, and a head rolled down on the ground . .

I thought that I could solve this trouble by doing it, but who would have expected that the head would dissipate into smoke and grow out of the body again, and it took less than tens of seconds.

Amedeo had experienced this situation before, his eyes lit up, and he said coldly: "It's the ghost clan!"

The dozens of soldiers who followed Camelot pulled out their weapons in unison. The sudden change made the faces of passers-by on the street change. Lively.

Camillo's face darkened: "Kill! No one from the ghost clan will be left behind."