The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

In the morning, the person in the bed finally woke up.

"Good morning, my king." Jeremy skillfully opened the curtains, moved the plate and placed it on Camelot's bed, "Today's breakfast is Darjeeling black tea, sandwich cream pudding, and thin muffins with rosemary syrup."

Camilo frowned in the morning light, muttered something angrily, and then sat up from the bed.

"You seem a bit tired?"

Camillo ignored Jeremy's question. He picked up the black tea and took a sip. It was very sweet. Now under Kylia's management, all his food has been changed to his favorite desserts. "She really knows me. .”

"Kiriya said that sweets can help you calm down, but she also said that you'd better control some intake to avoid developing psychological or physical dependence. Long-term consumption of sweets in large quantities will cause excessive insulin secretion, carbohydrates and fats. Metabolic disorders cause imbalances in the internal environment of the human body, which in turn promotes the occurrence of various chronic diseases, such as cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, diabetes, obesity, senile cataracts, dental caries, myopia, and rickets. Eating more sweets will also make the human blood tend to be acidic. It is not conducive to blood circulation and weakens the defense function of the immune system..."

"Shut up, God doesn't get sick."

Jeremy closed his mouth tactfully, and the rambling background noise finally stopped.

Camillo put down the black tea and said, "Let Kiria come to see me, I have something to ask her." He had to find Kiria to find out what was going on with this damned emotional change. The atmosphere was brewing last night. Just in time, he wanted to take the opportunity to press out the royal family's battle plan, but a silly sympathy came out of nowhere, it was so annoying.

"But... my lord, Kiria-sama has gone to Kuran."

"When did you go?"

"The battle report came from Kuran early this morning, and Lord Kylia rushed over with reinforcements." Jeremy bit his lips sadly. Kuran is his hometown, and he wished he could raise his sword and go up to defend his homeland. , but Kiria did not allow him to go to the front at all, saying that the children still needed him.

He rubbed his sore eyes, looked up, but the other party was drinking black tea slowly, with an unsurprised expression, Jeremy said in astonishment: "Could it be, you already knew?"

"Last night, Wei Ya received information about the fall of Kuran. My puppet almost lost his head. Seeing how angry he is, he must have sent troops that night." Camillo said while cutting muffins.

Jeremy became nervous: "Then are you okay, did they hurt you?"

"Just by Wei Ya?" Camillo jokingly laughed, after a while he finished his breakfast, at this time he was supposed to attend the routine imperial meeting, but just as he walked out of the dormitory, a figure in red was already outside the door I have been waiting for a long time.

Yuesemona bowed gracefully to him, her voice was like a gentle piece of music: "My king, I have something to report to you."

Camillo walked around her without looking sideways: "We'll wait until the imperial meeting to discuss everything."

"However, due to the private nature of this matter, I can only discuss this matter with you."

Camelot paused. He thought for a while, waved his hand to get the Jeremys to step back, turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yuesemona bowed to him again, and said: "My lord, the red moon appeared last night, which means that someone used the technique of hemolysis. I will look at the stars again at midnight, and the astrology points to the direction of Dragon Valley. The hemolysis should be related to the dragon clan. related."

Camillo's eyelashes trembled, and a cold glimmer slowly flowed through his dark pupils.

The other party continued: "My lord, since the Dragon Clan has lost you, they must try to find another heir, but..."

"But what?"

"The Book of Shadows once recorded that after successful hemolysis once, the blood of the same person cannot be used for hemolysis twice, otherwise this person will be cursed by Hades, and his soul will be burned by the fire of hell forever."

Camillo glanced at her coldly, "Roger wouldn't believe this kind of thing."

Yuesemona shook her head, and she took another step forward, and said slowly, "Even if he doesn't believe it, the wizard does, and everyone in the Solomon family does."

Solomon...

Camillo has consulted various historical books and classics. It is recorded in history that Solomon is an ancient family of wizards. Their members are distributed in the shadows of the world, outside the rules and laws. People can find their tracks.It is said that every Solomon, or every woman in the Solomon family, has inherited powerful witchcraft and is a daunting leader among wizards.

Yuesemona took another step closer, her red lips parted slightly, and her soft voice seemed to resound in the quiet spiritual sea, lightly touching the depths of her soul:

"So, what's your guess about the sacrificial victim who was hemolyzed this time?"

But she didn't expect that there was a ferocious giant dragon lying in the other party's spiritual realm, and dragons hate intruders who invade their territory the most. The virtual giant dragon looked at her angrily. The barrier quickly rose from the ground, rushing towards her like a tsunami angrily.

She saw death.

Yuesemona fell to the ground, gasping for breath like a drowning person. At this moment, a shadow shrouded her head. She raised her face and stared at the man in front of her in horror.

"King, what happened!" Jeremy rushed over with the guards.

I saw Camillo squatting down slowly, with no emotion in his dark eyes, he stretched out his hand and pinched the woman's chin mercilessly, forcing her to look up at him, at this time as long as he wants to kill her, he can kill her at any time Easily crush the bones in your hands.

"Now I know how you interrogate prisoners."

"It's even more powerful than the words I've seen before."

"Besides, I also know why you are so annoying."

Yue Simona trembled: "Wang... I'm just curious."

"Curiosity kills people." Camillo said coldly, he stood up, took his saber from Jeremy, glanced at Simona with a cold gaze, and finally did not make a move. Just buckle the saber on the ring around his waist, "Director, help me cancel today's imperial meeting, I have to go to the front line first, because I can't help but want to kill now"

After he finished speaking, he threw a flare into the sky, and Zero who received the master's call immediately responded with a roar, stood up from the roof of the palace, and flew towards him with spread wings.

Jeremy was a little too late to react, he hurried to catch up and asked, "What about me?"

"You stay," Camillo turned his head, staring coldly at Yuesemona who was still kneeling on the ground, "teach this woman what the rules are here, a mere city lord is not qualified to inquire about my affairs, since I can give you the position of city lord, or I can make you a prisoner again at any time."

At this moment, Zero had already flown above him, and Camillo jumped up and sat on the dragon's back. The dragon's wings whipped up a swift wind, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Five hundred kilometers away from Wadley King City is a vast desert, which is also the current main battlefield. General Armand is leading his army to fight against the forces of Shacheng.

Sand City is the only city in the desert. Merchants from all over the place come and go, making it a rich place where treasures from all over the world are gathered. Its golden city wall towers high in the sand and is covered with defensive machinery, which not only makes it difficult for the enemy to Climbing can also block all intruders in the air.

Zero hovered nearby for a while, and was attacked by countless archers. Camillo immediately turned it around and landed in the camp of his troops.

The arrival of the king made the soldiers cheer with excitement, and a group of people surrounded them tightly. The commander stepped forward to greet Camillo and took him to see General Armand.

"King, we don't have enough food. The number of captives is increasing. There is almost no place to house them. This damn desert has not rained for a long time, and our water sources are getting less and less. If we don't attack If you go down to Sand City, the soldiers will starve to death in this desert.”

Camillo listened seriously, but didn't say much. They had already arrived outside the general's tent. The commander helped him open the tent, and the general's scolding came from inside.

"Go away you bitch, my legs are still fine, I will recover soon, and I will kill the guys in Shacheng."

Camillo walked into the tent suspiciously, and saw that Armand was sitting on a chair, one leg was without shoes, and there was blood on the drooping trouser leg. Flies and insects were biting around his leg, and it was conceivable that the skin underneath had begun to rot up.

When Armand saw Camillo, surprise immediately appeared on his face, and he hurried forward to salute. Seeing that he was struggling, Camillo excused him and asked the old priest next to him, "What's going on?" ?”

The old priest bowed respectfully, and reported in an unchanging tone: "My lord, the general's left calf was shot by an enemy arrow, and he stayed on the battlefield for too long without effective medical treatment. to prevent infection."

"Fart, it's not because of your inexperienced medical skills." Armand cursed.

The old chief priest sighed, and added in a heavy tone: "We know how important General Armand is, but all the healers have tried their best, my king."

And Armand was so angry that his eyes were red, and he cursed again: "Stop talking nonsense to me! The injuries I have suffered in the past are much more serious than this. I will be fine, Wang. I can still go to kill the enemy in a few days. .”

"Amand," Camillo realized the seriousness of the matter, and couldn't help emphasizing his tone, "You have to know that even priests can't resuscitate limbs!"

He himself was wearing a white cloak, covering his left side of the body, and his left arm, which could barely move. He sat opposite the general and said slowly: "Even if you lose a certain limb, it doesn't matter." Defeating you will not humiliate you, you are still my general, the soldiers trust you, only your strategy can lead the people here to victory."

Armand's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he said with a choked voice: "My king, but in my hometown, the soul of a person with impaired limbs will never rest in peace, and he will turn into a wild ghost after death, so I must not accept amputation."

"But if you don't do this, you will die." Camillo stared at the stubborn man.

Armand lowered his head, but such a tall and burly man showed an extremely painful expression, and he begged: "King, please don't force me, even if I die, I don't want amputation."

Camillo looked at the old priest beside him, and the old priest shook his head helplessly. She said that she had exhausted all possible methods of persuasion, but General Armand was still stubborn. That is, the rest of the soul is above all else.

Camillo also had nothing to do with him, he stared at Armand's sword, and suddenly said: "General, I am not as good at leading troops as you, but as a dark god, I am better at killing people, give me a name, I could kill him for you."

Armand looked at him excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

"But I must ask you for a payment, tell me your name, and then I will tell you what the price will be."

Armand stared at him for a long time, suddenly made up his mind, and said a name heavily: "Uris!"

"Who is he?"

"The Storm Knight in Shacheng, he has never been defeated, and killed countless soldiers of our army. People say he is a man who cannot be killed. All the soldiers of Shacheng worship him. As long as we kill him, we can capture Shacheng!"

Seemingly a legendary figure, Camillo seemed to smell the blood of the battle, and raised the corners of his lips excitedly: "Okay - I can kill him for you, but you have to pay for your left leg, as A sacrifice to me, my dear general."

The other party trembled all over, clenched his fists tightly, as if he was struggling violently in his heart, then he suddenly grabbed Camillo's clothes and looked at him earnestly: "You will definitely do it, right! You will definitely kill Uris!"

"Well, I never break my word to my followers."

Armand exhaled tremblingly, then he nodded heavily, and then signaled to the priest that he could amputate his limb.

Camillo then walked out of the tent. He nodded to the commander and told him that the general was willing to accept the treatment. The other party finally breathed a sigh of relief with a gratified expression on his face.Camillo wanted to take a walk in the barracks, but he refused to be accompanied by the commander, "I want you to stay and watch Armand get better," he said.

Due to the harsh environment in the desert, the injured could only lie in the sun and lick their chapped lips, praying for precipitation in the coming days.

Camillo asked a passing doctor if he could move the patient into the tent, and the other doctor shook his head helplessly and said, "There is no room in the tent, Wang."

Not only the wounded, but also the captives had no place to settle, and some of them were locked in the wooden fence like animals. The soldiers noticed Camillo's surprised eyes and quickly explained: "These people are only used to interrogate intelligence. , we will have them executed before long."

As he spoke, a scarred boy was dragged out of the wooden fence, and two soldiers tied him to the torture chair. The boy's face suddenly changed with fright, and he hoarsely shouted: "Let me go, I'm not a demon, I don't know anything about them, I don't know anything!"

The judge was about to slap him, when Camillo came up behind him: "He didn't lie, he's not a demon."

The boy's black hair was disheveled covering his face, and a pair of black pupils stared at Camillo in panic.

With a more familiar appearance and aura, Camillo narrowed his eyes and squeezed the boy's chin, "He is from the dragon tribe."

The boy smelled the breath of the same clan, and his eyes widened in shock, "Are you also... the dragon clan?"

Camilo grabbed the boy's neck and tightened it with the strength in his hands: "You didn't lie in the first half of the sentence, but what about the second half? What do you know?"

Panting in horror, the boy said with difficulty: "My brother said that there are no...no other dragon people outside the city. I really don't know anything."

"Who is your brother?" Camillo asked, letting go of his hand.

"Uris," when the name was mentioned, the boy showed a happy smile, but the sudden coercion made the boy tremble, and he quickly lowered his head, "My brother is an upright person and a good person .”

The boy's voice became smaller and smaller: "Please...don't kill him."