The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Opening his eyes again, he finally returned to the scene of the bedroom. Camillo was panting heavily. The silk robe on his body was already soaked in sweat, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to his back. He tried to move his arms to get up. But there was a piercing pain.

"Hmm!"

The cry of pain awakened Kylia, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof, she quickly got up, hung upside down from the edge of the roof, skillfully opened the window lock, and jumped directly into Camillo's bedroom.

"Boy, what's the matter with you?" She asked as soon as she landed, but she saw that someone had arrived one step earlier than her, and was sitting beside Camillo's bed and feeding him water.

Kiria crossed her arms and stared at Amedeo displeasedly: "Hey, you didn't just stand at his door and peep all night, did you?"

"Cough, cough, cough."

Camillo, who was drinking water, almost spit out when he heard this. Amedeo patted him on the back, and looked at Kiria indifferently with his cold eyes: "You are thinking too much, I would have sent , and God does not need sleep."

After Camillo finished drinking the water, he took the glass and got up to make room for Kylia, "Show him where the infection is."

"Tsk, show me a better attitude when asking for help." Kiria smacked her lips, she bypassed Amedeo, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Camillo's arm over. .

"hiss--"

"Take it easy."

Camillo's cry of pain and Amedeo's voice sounded almost at the same time, Kiria couldn't help being stunned, what's going on, this kid has never had such a big reaction before, she quickly lifted his nightgown, and the The scene made her startled, her fingertips trembled slightly, and then she took off half of Camillo's robes, this time Amedeo also saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The dark element seems to have taken root in the flesh and blood, extending around like dark veins. The originally fair and ruddy skin seems to have been sucked away from the essence, showing a lifeless grayish white. spread to the heart.

"This is impossible, impossible!"

Kylia held Camillo's left wrist tremblingly. After a while, she even used the spiritual pressure to feel a very weak beating, and even the pulse showed signs of decay due to the spiritual pressure she invaded. Potential.

"How could it become like this overnight?" Kylia felt that she was going crazy, she screamed hoarsely, and then threw herself towards Amedeo, grabbing the man by the collar , "You must have done something to him, the dark poison can't spread so fast! What did you feed him! What kind of water did you just drink!"

Amedeo's face was stern. He reached out and grabbed Kiria's wrist. The force forced her to let go, "Calm down."

"Hahaha," Kylia laughed wildly with her blood-red eyes open, "amputation can't save him now, let your wish come true, you can finally take him away now, can't you!"

Amedeo's face suddenly turned pale, "Enough!" How could she say such a thing when the child was still beside him.

There was a rustling sound from the bed. Camillo was putting on his clothes, picked up the quilt and wrapped himself into a ball. He blinked and met Amedeo's gaze. Showing a peaceful smile, "I'm fine, really."

Although Camillo can't be said to have any celestial beauty, his smile has always been so beautiful that people can't help but look at it for a while. He is too simple and pure, so pure that he only pays attention to other people's emotions. , but never knew to look down at the scars all over his body.

Amedeo was stunned briefly, then heard Camillo softly say:

"Kilia, can you go out for a while, I have something to ask... Demon God."

The red light in Kylia's eyes flashed, and it faded back to the original black. There was a bit of suspicion on her face. Camelot actually called Amedeo the Demon God just now. Although there was nothing wrong with it, Camelot Didn't Luo call him by his first name all the time?

But she still nodded and said: "Okay, just call me by my name." After speaking, she stepped on the window sill, turned over and jumped out of the room.

The curtains were raised following her movements, and Moon Shadow shook twice on the floor of the room, before returning to silence.

"Don't worry about me too much."

Camillo's hoarse voice sounded weak, he smiled lightly, wrapped himself in the quilt and shrank back inside, making room for Amedeo, "Come here, I have something to ask you."

Amedeo didn't take his eyes off him for a moment, and sat by the bed in silence.

"Since you are a god, have you ever heard of the name Vanessa?" Seeing Amedeo's hesitant expression, he added exactly, "Dark God."

"Daughter of Darkness, Vanessa Regnifer." Amedeo's face was so serious that it was a bit ugly, "Where did you hear about her?"

"It's not important. What's important is when did she die?" Camillo stared at him with burning eyes and asked.

"The death of a god is generally called falling death. She has only one temple in the human world. According to the calculation of the time when the temple collapsed, she should have fallen to death more than 100 years ago," Amedeo said softly, "On the Not long before an outbreak of dark poison."

Camillo suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked: "Dark poison... only happens in the Demon Realm, right? Could it be related to World War I?"

Amedeo paused, from the point of view of the demons, he was ashamed to talk about the unprecedented defeat, "The first battle was not as just as you imagined, it was just Vanessa's personal revenge, because she was crowned I fell in love with a demon before..."

"But she was abandoned." Camelot blurted out, he frowned slightly, all the clues were connected in series, and he finally understood the message sent to him by Shenting.

He stretched out his cold hands to tighten Amedeo's skirt, and said firmly: "I need to meet those words spirits, I know how to get rid of those dark elements!"

The next day, all the celestial spirits were gathered in the forest where the dark elements are most active.

No one wants to go deep into this hazy place. The air here is all gray, and the vegetation is also affected by the dark elements and covered with black spots, but this time the order was issued directly by the demon god. Even if they are reluctant, they have to Everyone assemble.

The Demon God had already been waiting there. His expression was stern, like a sacred and inviolable sculpture, so majestic that no one dared to look directly at him.But beside him, stood a slightly thin man. His pure white fox fur cloak almost blended with the color of snow, so pale that it was a bit shocking, and one couldn't help but feel pity.

But the premise is that those speech spirits don't know what Camillo said.

Those speech spirits who recognized him quickly looked away as if they were frightened, and their faces were terrified. Most of them were the speech spirits of Camillo at the same time, or they were people who participated in the plan that night.

——Why is he still alive, and how did he leave the blockade?

Cold sweat oozes from Pera's forehead, her face suddenly turns pale, and she looks extremely embarrassed.

Camillo saw Pella standing stiffly in the crowd at a glance. It was probably a habit he developed in childhood. He could always lock the long violet hair at the first time. He closed his eyes and forced himself to He looked away and turned to look at the others.

"Everyone, I have something to say." Camillo was too weak at the moment, and he had to use the voice transmission skills of Shangyanling to make everyone hear him clearly.

Some young juniors who didn't know anything showed surprise on their faces, why this person could actually speak the ventriloquist, and at the same time, the faces of other people became more rigid.

"I have a copy of the lyrics here, and I hope someone can compose and adapt it into a mourning song. Using it, these dark elements should be completely expelled."

condolences?The Linglings showed suspicion, and whispered to each other in private. A young girl came out first, took the lyrics and glanced at them, and instantly she looked horrified: "This, this is disrespectful!"

Three or two people came out one after another to look at the lyrics and shook their heads. No one was willing to compose music for it, and if it wasn't for the presence of the demon god, they would have left angrily.

Amidst the uproar, Pera walked out slowly, her rank was higher than others, and everyone made way for her one after another, and handed the lyrics to her respectfully.She looked down at the lyrics, and her expression became tense. She opened her mouth and asked Camillo in astonishment:

"You really want to do this?"

Camelot didn't answer, but just nodded.

Seeing his calm indifference, a middle-aged Yan Ling next to him shouted angrily: "Are you joking? This is disrespect to the gods. What if it doesn't work!"

Camillo was stumped by his questioning, and he hesitated for a while before speaking awkwardly: "If it doesn't work..."

"So what if it doesn't work?" Amedeo blocked Camillo behind him with one hand, his voice was as cold as ice, "This is the devil world, are you a little less conscious!"

Facing the threat of being naked/naked/naked, Pera gathered the lyrics in his hands, walked to the front step by step, and looked at Amedeo coldly: "Then I will compose the music!"

This remark made Camilo slightly relieved. If someone else did it, he might not be relieved, but Pella's composition level is unquestionable, and he should be able to pass on that feeling.

It took less than half an hour for Pella to put down the quill in her hand. She distributed the copy of the music score to all the word spirits. After discussing and modifying a few notes, they signaled to the demon god that everything was ready.

After Amedeo nodded, Pera turned around and made a hand gesture to everyone, and a young girl read the opening words:

"To Vanessa Regnifein... Miss."