The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Kiriya heard the sound coming from a distance, she knew something was wrong, and quickly retreated to rush over, when a gust of wind suddenly passed by her ear.

"Snow Elf, tear my enemies apart!"

Large flakes of flying snow pierced towards him like a knife blade. Kiriya tensed up, and immediately threw her fist, her spiritual pressure formed a shield and hit the wind and snow head-on.

The cold wind made her long black hair flutter, and her punching arm was sore from the cold. This Pella was far stronger than she imagined.

At the same time, Pera's eyes rolled away, and she had already started to chant the next sentence, only to see icicles rising from the ground, piercing Kiriya's throat straight.Seeing that the situation was not good, Kiriya stepped back two steps quickly, stepped on the tree trunk behind her, and raised the dagger to stab the opponent's chest at a speed too fast to be seen by the naked eye!

Pella hastily pinched her fingers to make a decision, but at this time the dagger was already on her arm, she felt a chill on her arm, the wind of the knife had scratched the skin on the surface, and the warm blood splashed into the snow, and her heart felt cold. The fear of fear enveloped Pella...

Pella's face was pale, how could this person move so fast?

At this moment, a translucent airflow suddenly burst out midway and entangled Kiriya's wrist. She wanted to pull her hand out under conditioned reflex, but the entanglement became tighter and tighter.

Pella was also taken aback, this kind of power...is very similar to the divine power she saw used by the demon god.

The old man in the forest flipped his wrist, and the air flow rushed into Kiriya's spiritual field, and Kiriya clutched her chest tightly with an ugly expression, her body convulsed slightly, and then fell to the ground little by little.

She was very dizzy in front of her eyes, as if someone had injected an anesthetic into the spiritual field, and she couldn't exert any spiritual pressure. She vaguely heard the footsteps of other people approaching, but her five senses obviously began to blur, and she struggled for a few seconds. His eyelids finally sank and he was plunged into darkness.

Pera looked back and saw the old man who had saved him, her expression became a little weird for a moment, she hesitated for a while before saying: "I...failed?"

The old man smiled amiably, stretched out his rough palm and brushed the top of Pella's injured arm, and the wound healed immediately, "The crazy dragon people are hard to deal with, not to mention you can't use all your strength in the demon world. , it's not your fault."

Pera seemed relieved: "Then what's the situation on Camillo's side now?"

"He's fine, don't worry." The old man's eyes, which had experienced all the vicissitudes of life, were bent into a slit, and he always maintained a gentle but unfamiliar smile.

Pera added: "I hope he doesn't hate me."

The old man said: "Since ancient times, the heirs of the dark god must have compassion, go through all the tragic and painful things in the world, and still maintain a soft heart, so that they will not be lost in the darkness in the future. What's wrong with you helping him become a god?" Is there?"

"But what if he refuses? What if he refuses?"

"Then—you can only die."

For a moment, Pera felt as if she had heard it wrong. She looked up at the old man, her lips trembling slightly: "What did you say...?"

The old man smiled with a stretched brow and eyes, and his face was calm, as if the four words just now did not come from his mouth. He glanced at Pella, turned around and put on his felt hat, and strode into the depths of the forest, "Old man, go Look at the situation, stay here and don't let anyone meddle in this matter."

Anyone, including her of course.

From the other end of the forest came the sound of sword clashing, a round of broad-bodied scimitar resting on the Reiatsu sword, although the posture and angle were perfect, but it was drawn to the wound on the left shoulder, and a burst of colic almost made Kami Luo couldn't hold the handle steady.

Amedeo withdrew some strength faintly. He noticed Camillo's tightly furrowed eyebrows and the enduring pain in his eyes. From such a close distance, he could clearly see that Camillo's left shoulder had been eroded with blood and flesh, and it was constantly oozing. Black pus and blood came out, and the dark poison was like a fine black spider web spreading all over his shoulders and chest.

And he can't say anything, can't do anything, even let him go at this moment.

Camillo slightly moved his head forward, and said softly, "Sorry..."

Amedeo froze for a moment, and loosened his grip. At the same time, Camillo threw away his sword, grabbed his collar and pushed him behind a tree.

From this angle, Wei Ya just couldn't see his mouth shape.

"If I can be stronger...if I can be strong enough to be your enemy and defeat you...you won't be forced to do what you don't want..."

After finishing speaking, he took a few steps back and flipped his sword in his hand, which was the way to attack before attacking.

"Well, I can see that you don't want to kill me, but there's no point in procrastinating."

His feet trembled, and he rushed over with all his strength, the point of the knife was facing Amedeo, and his sharp movements were ruthless.

This speed was so fast that Amedeo had to use Reiatsu to protect his body in a hurry, and then grabbed Camillo's right hand holding the knife. At this time, anyone, any trained warrior should quickly move the knife to his left hand Go, take advantage of the victory to pursue, but Camillo's left hand is useless, so he has to kick up his foot violently. Fortunately, Amedeo's figure flashed, and that kick only landed on the tree trunk, leaving a deep hole where the bark burst. deep imprint.

Amedeo, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't help being angry: "So you just don't want to surrender!"

"Mei, I don't regret it. Whether I choose to leave Dragon Valley, or enter the blockade, or occupy Iris Pharmaceuticals to save people, and finally fight you here, everything is my own choice, and I have this freedom Make a choice." He broke free from the opponent's shackles and swung his fist away.

"I'm different from you, I'm free!" He roared out these words, and the spiritual pressure surged in an instant, and the coercion quickly spread in all directions, and Wei Ya, who was watching the battle, changed slightly.

Amedeo gritted his teeth tightly, anger and pain rolling in his chest, Camillo had already forced him to nowhere, if he didn't do anything, the devil might kill himself.

Seeing the sword light flashing from the right side, this time he avoided Camillo's attack and stretched out his hand to slap him.

This speed made it impossible to defend against. Camillo only heard a muffled sound of broken bones in his chest, followed by a sharp pain in his sternum. He flew backwards and slammed into a tree trunk behind him.

Amedeo stepped forward in an instant, snatched the scimitar away in a blink of an eye, and firmly pressed it against Camillo's throat.

The gleaming blade was close to the skin, but it didn't cut at all. At this last moment, he even hoped that Wei Ya might change his mind.

The noble Majesty walked over step by step. The demeanor of the superior made him look arrogant and sacred. The silver-haired purple eyes are the symbol of the nobility in the demon world, which means pure blood of the demon race. Even more bewitching and glamorous.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked coldly.

Camillo looked at him with a sneer, "I see how you look so charming, otherwise I would have been bewitched by your pupil technique when I was young."

Wei Ya frowned in disgust, but turned his eyes to catch a glimpse of the dark poison on Camillo's shoulder, and stopped in order to keep a distance, "Demon God, what are you waiting for, don't you have the heart to kill him?"

Amedeo's expression sank, and he was just about to speak.

Camillo coughed and laughed, "Hehe...will he not bear it? This man wanted to kill me the first time we met. He chose to save you in Dragon Valley. Even if I die there, I will be with him." Nothing to do."

He lowered his head and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, then jokingly said: "On the contrary, His Majesty the Demon King is dawdling. Where is the desire to be dissatisfied? Do you think... are you watching a bitter drama?"

Wei Ya suppressed his anger, his nails pierced deeply into the palm of his hand, one was cold and ruthless, the other was calm and calm, okay, what a good couple... He suddenly sneered, and said in a low voice: "Amedeo, then you Give him a treat."

Amedeo's face froze, but his wrist was raised slightly as if he couldn't control it, and the tip of the knife was right on the side of Camillo's neck. The next moment, he only needed to turn it slightly to cut off his carotid artery.

The deathly silence was broken by an old voice, "Keep people under the knife!" A colorless force quickly extended over, lifting the blade up by three points.

Wei Ya shouted angrily, "Who!"

An old man came out slowly from behind the tree, dressed like a nobleman of the last century, very elegant, he watched Wei Ya steadily, his eyes were clear and not affected by the pupil technique at all, he gently took off his felt hat, resisted Bending over his chest and politely said: "I come from Shenting."

Amedeo changed color slightly.

"Oh?" Wei Ya narrowed his eyes proudly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I am in charge of the demon world, and if I want to kill a rebel who intends to rebel, what right does Shenting have to interfere!"

The old man smiled slightly: "Your Majesty is the one chosen by heaven, and the court respects him, so naturally he has no right to interfere."

He changed the subject and turned his attention to Amedeo, "The court of gods only manages affairs between gods, and we don't want to see gods killing each other."

Wei Ya raised his eyebrows: "Kill each other? Could it be that Camillo is also a god!"

"No," the old man smiled modestly, "but there is always a contingency in everything. Once he joins the court, the rules of the court are higher than the personal cost. That is to say—you must not order the demon god to kill the other party."

Amedeo clenched the handle of the knife, and the timing of the court was too coincidental. It was neither too early nor too late, and Camillo had no choice but to accept the coronation, or... die.

The old man squatted down, and the height was just enough to reach Camillo's ear and said, "On behalf of Shenting, I extend an invitation to you. Are you willing to be crowned as the Dark God? What is the answer... life or death?"

Camillo turned his head and looked over, his eyes sank suddenly, he recognized this old man, they had seen it in a dream.

The old man showed the same kind smile as in the dream, but what he received was cold eyes and silence from the other party, and the atmosphere fell into an anxious silence.

Suddenly, Wei Ya shouted out impatiently: "Time is enough, there is no old man, Amedeo, why don't you kill him!"

"I don't want to," Camillo said every word. Amedeo was slightly startled by his words, but the following words made his heart throb, "I don't want him to kill me."

He didn't say that he wanted to live, but that he didn't want the Demon God to kill him, and he didn't want the Demon God to kill him when he was forced by others.

"He's such a gentle person," the old man sighed lightly, but asked with an unchanged smile, "So what's your answer?"

Amedeo's fingers were trembling slightly, "Ka..."

"...I agree, crowned."