The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Leo was brought out. The child looked around in panic with tears still on his face.

"Come here, I won't hurt you." Kylia hugged the boy into her arms, then she pushed the commander away, pulled a horse and turned up, took Leo galloping away in the yellow sand, and gradually disappeared In the grayness of the sky.

The night of the desert has come, the heat in the dust has turned into ice, the desert at night will become dangerous, and all kinds of carnivorous beasts are ready to move.

So Armand asked for instructions: "King, what should we do next?"

Camillo stared ahead, and after a long time, his bloodless lips moved: "I want to be alone." Then he turned and walked into the tent.

Armand shook his head helplessly, and ordered the soldiers to light a bonfire in Mozu language, guard them strictly, and prepare to spend the long night.

Camillo walked into the tent with heavy steps, all the strength in his body seemed to be taken away by emptiness and loneliness. He took two steps forward, and finally fell down on the side of the bed with a plop. Cracked, blood oozing from under the wrapped gauze.He lied weakly on the side of the bed with his head resting, his eyes half-opened lifelessly like a ghost, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

Or, it was because everyone thought he couldn't feel pain, and over time, he even believed that he wouldn't feel pain.

The price of the dark god is to bear. He didn't understand this sentence in the past, but now he understands it.He can feel the pain of all believers, he can see the darkness in the darkness, he can take away the dirt in the soul, but his own darkness is getting thicker and colder, he bears the darkness for others, the pain in it No one will see.

"...I don't want to be a dark god anymore." He murmured hoarsely, and no one in the empty tent responded to his words. He hugged the quilt in his hand tightly and murmured like this over and over again.

"I don't want to be a dark god anymore, I don't want to be a dark god anymore..."

Outside the tent, the burning bonfire made a slight crackling sound, and the soldiers on duty were walking back and forth. At this moment, a swift wind approached from far away, and a huge black shadow instantly rushed over their heads, and the archers on duty quickly caught up with them. Bow and arrow, but saw that the purple scales refracted gorgeous brilliance under the moonlight.

"Stop it all, this is the king's mount!"

Zero hovered in the air for a while, and flew towards Camelot's tent. The soldiers on the ground made room for him one after another. The fairy dragon carefully landed outside the tent to prevent its huge body from crushing anything. Drill into the tent.

The guard hurriedly tried to stop it, "Don't, don't, it's too small for you." As soon as he opened his hands, the fairy dragon grabbed his collar and threw it aside.

Zero squeezed and squeezed against the tent, and finally pushed his head into the tent. It saw Camillo curled up on the bed alone, with wet tears on his face, as if he had just fallen asleep.

"Hmph—?" Zero tilted his head in doubt, stretched his neck in again, leaned against Camelot's bed, and then fell down on the ground with a bang, keeping his head buried in the tent while his body was still In the posture outside, he fell asleep just like that.

At this time, the "priest" had already woken up. He walked towards Amedeo who was waiting for him at the table, and suddenly grabbed the man's shoulder, leaning against the warm chest and silently sobbing.

"What's wrong?" Amedeo embraced Camillo, he never thought that Camillo would cry, the tears dripping on his chest and the suppressed cry were like the sharpest weapon piercing his chest His heart hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe.

A slender hand wiped away his tears, and Camillo looked up at Amedeo, only to realize what he had done. That delicate and beautiful face was close at hand, and his icy blue eyes were clear. The pale golden long eyelashes trembled slightly, even the most beautiful elf in the world was not half as good as him.

Amedeo lowered his head slowly, with a hint of fascination in his eyes, and dropped a kiss on Camillo's forehead, then on his wet eyelids, then on the bridge of his nose, and finally stayed on his lips, The sprayed hot air brushed over his lips clearly, and stayed there for an unknown how long, but he did not kiss after all, but asked very gently: "What happened?"

A soreness suddenly surged into his throat, and Camillo couldn't help but hugged Amedeo tightly, resting his eyes on his chest with red eyes, "I can't say it." He whispered, with the ending of crying gently floating in the air middle.

Now is the time of war, he must not reveal a word to Amedeo, they are the enemy camp, so they cannot say.

"Okay, you don't need to tell me." Amedeo looked at him quietly, and the candlelight in the bedroom flickered slightly, reflecting two figures hugging each other.

Camillo looked at those icy blue eyes, and suddenly laughed, "Tell me, can I trust you?"

"I can't tell you what's right and what's wrong, that's cheating." The man said dotingly.

"Huh? Cheating?"

Amedeo stared at Camillo intently: "Every god, no one is strong from the beginning, gods without believers are still weak, they need time to grow, and there will be countless people in the process of growth To frustrate them."

"Hehe... just like Wei Ya?" Camillo asked with a smirk.

Amedeo let out a chuckle helplessly, but his eyes couldn't help drifting to the curvature of Camillo's lips. It was such a familiar and simple smile.

At this time, Camillo got up and pulled him to the balcony, "Forget it, I still have to tell you, it will make you feel better."

Camillo opened the shutter door of the balcony, and the cool night breeze rushed into the house. Amedeo took off his coat and put it on him. Camillo felt the warmth on his back, and his whole body was covered in this In the breath of a man, he looked back at Amedeo movedly, and said with a smile: "You are such a gentleman, Jeremy never knew how to do this."

Amedeo narrowed his eyes, and his voice suddenly sank: "Who is Jeremy?"

"He's just... my close minister, hehe, I shouldn't compare you with others, you are the most unique person in this devil world." Camelot's intentional flattery made Amedeo smile again .

"I want to talk to you, Kiria, she is my most important friend..." Camillo talked about what happened in the past two days. It is much stronger to endure alone.

Amedeo is an excellent listener. He listens very carefully and speaks witty words, guiding Camillo to think about the problem.

"Mei, I actually don't want to fight with you at all," Camillo looked up at the bright starry sky, "Although sometimes I have a bad temper and say some hurtful things, but I really..."

The other party's finger was on his lips, and then Amedeo put his arms around his waist, and whispered like an oath: "I don't want to be your enemy, Ka."

Camillo was amazed by the low voice that was shaking his chest, and even blushed a little. He hurriedly pushed away Amedeo and walked back into the room, saying incoherently: "Well, I have to go back now, my army is still there. need me."

Amedeo closed the balcony door again. At this time, Camillo had already taken sleeping pills and lay down on the bed, but he still seemed to be aware of a burning gaze. He turned his head to look at Ahmedeo. Medeo: "Don't look at me, I won't be able to sleep!"

"I didn't look at it." With a smile on his lips, Amedeo turned his head away.

Camillo turned over and turned his back to Amedeo. After a while...he didn't fall asleep, "You really didn't look at me?" he asked.

The other party said softly: "I haven't."

But Amedeo didn't leave Camillo's eyes for a moment, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes. Through this touch, he found that Camillo's divine power had declined, although the power of new gods is often unstable. However, this should not happen to the dark god whose number of believers is growing steadily.

Camillo also noticed this problem, so he was eager to leave the puppet, but after returning to the barracks, his power decline did not stop, and even accelerated.He couldn't let anyone find out about it, so he refused the priest's treatment for him, and didn't let anyone get close to him except Zero. Everyone thought that the king was angry because of Kiria.

Under the order of the king, the army garrisoned and rectified, and stopped the attack on Shacheng. Camillo believed that Kylia would come back, because Uris' body was still in their hands.

Finally Kylia came back, but she was not alone, but she led a thousand soldiers from Shacheng to approach them, "Hand over the body of Uris, the Storm Knight deserves a proper burial, buried with their families, As long as you cooperate, we will not launch an attack!"

General Armand scolded: "He brought 1000 people and said he wouldn't do anything, brothers, wipe up your weapons and prepare to go to war."

But at this time, Camillo had already rode towards the other party alone. He tightened the rein in front of Kylia and stopped, frowning and said: "We need to talk, Kylia."

Kiria didn't even look at him, and repeated her request indifferently: "Hand over the body."

"Okay, I agree to hand it over to you, can we talk now?" Camillo said impatiently, he glanced behind Kylia twice, among those people, besides Kylia, there were two dragon people.

Kylia saw the look in Camillo's eyes, and drove the horse to protect the juniors behind her: "Yes, they are from the dragon clan, so what? Do you know that the lord of Shacheng is actually a dragon clan who concealed his identity?" Man, what a coincidence, he is my former lieutenant, Brandon, the father of Uris, if you didn't kill Uris, as long as I recognize them, now Shacheng has opened the door to welcome your army, what a pity For Camillo, you are not only a tyrant, but a foolish tyrant."

"No one can predict the future, I made the best choice at the moment, and you didn't ask me what happened!"

Camilo's excited appearance made Kiria's eyebrows jump suddenly, but she quickly calmed down: "So what, Leo has already told me everything."

"He's just a kid!" Camillo growled furiously.

"It's a child, but he's trustworthy." Kylia said stubbornly.

Camillo closed his eyes heavily. There was no point in arguing any longer. Kylia didn't want to listen at all. He ordered Uris' body to be handed over, in two wooden boxes, one large and one small, and carried to Kylia. before.

Camillo looked at Kylia's flushed eyes, and couldn't help but speak again: "People will always die on the battlefield, Kylia, I gave him a chance, but he didn't..."

"Shut up!" Kylia yelled angrily. She asked her men to take over the wooden box and rode up to Camillo herself. Sad to die, but two other people! Bluebird and Matthew, my people have confirmed that they were executed, they died...Camilo, killed by your father, if you will not go to revenge , one day I will go!"

Kilia resisted the urge to cry, and drove away on the horse, but Camillo's voice sounded from her: "You can't do it alone, and you can't do it with only a sand city."

His voice was very calm, even gentle. Kylia closed her eyes and was even shaken for a moment, but even if Camillo is calm now, he will become that crazy killer sooner or later , Kylia kicked the horse's belly cruelly, and accelerated to the front of the army, getting farther and farther away from Camelot.

"King," the commander asked about his arrangement, "are we going to withdraw or continue to attack the city?"

Camillo asked, "How long can the food last?"

"Not more than a week, my lord."

"Let everyone be stationed for another three days, so that when Kylia changes her mind, she can come back and find me. I'm sorry to trouble you."

The commander froze for a moment, what's wrong with Wang, he actually used honorifics for him?

Camillo rode his horse back to the camp. The wind on the desert blew up the yellow sand and brushed his long black hair hanging down his waist. He looked down at his palm, trying to ignite a black flame, but he tried hard Concentrating, only a weak cloud of black smoke rose.

It was a pale fact that he was changing back to his old self, and his divine power was about to disappear.

Camillo stared at the towering walls of Shacheng in a daze all day long, but the gates of Shacheng never opened again. His soldiers all persuaded him not to have small expectations, but he never gave up, because that day he Seeing shaken in Kylia's eyes, he believed that one day Kylia would come to him to ask him what happened, and he also had many questions to ask Kylia...

On the third day, General Armand asked him when he would prepare for the next move. Camillo shook his head absently and said, "We'll talk about it after tonight."

As night fell, Camillo lit the candles in the tent, and flipped through the strategy book in his hand, but he couldn't read it at all, and he wasn't interested in these things at all.Just as he closed the pages of the book and was about to undress and go to sleep, there was a sudden bang and then a wailing sound outside.

Camillo hurriedly rushed out of the tent and looked up. At some point, a huge magic circle was suspended above them. Countless fireballs were falling from the sky, hitting the ground below like meteorites, and the entire sky was reflected. It became a bright red.

"King, please follow me!" His guards chopped the burning fence and dragged him to the periphery of the fire formation. Countless tents around him were set ablaze. The pain suddenly awakened him, and the fire can burn him, which means that his divine power can no longer protect him, and he has become a mortal!

The food depot and armory were all ignited by fireballs, and the entire barracks was reduced to a sea of ​​flames, and those who could not escape in time would be burned to death.

Camillo was so choked by the black smoke that he couldn't open his eyes. He pushed the guards around him and ordered, "I don't need your protection. Go back and find the general!"

"You don't have to worry!" The commander's voice came from not far away. He looked embarrassed, coughed violently, and walked with General Armand on his back step by step, "Don't worry, we are fine."

When the few of them ran out of the range of the magic circle, a dragon roar suddenly came from above their heads, and Zero Pat rushed towards the magic circle with his wings flapping, trying to block the fireball with his wings.

"Come back, Zero!" Camillo yelled anxiously.

Two big fireballs hit the Fairy Dragon's wings, its body trembled visibly, Zero let out a scream of pain, and quickly escaped from the range of the magic circle.

"It's useless," the old priest sighed helplessly, "This is the fire rain technique in fire magic. It is a large-scale magic with multiple people forming an array. It takes two or three days to complete in advance. Once activated, it can destroy the entire village." .”

Camillo stared at the barracks in the sea of ​​flames, trembling slightly, what should he do, what should he do!His divine power was completely exhausted, and the soldiers who fought for him and were injured by him could only lie on the ground and wait to die. Those who were unlucky and hit by the fireball were immediately burned into burning men.

Armand yelled angrily, and rushed towards the sea of ​​flames leaning on a wooden crutch, "Let me in, I can save two more!" Rolling, even if you don't get burned to death, you will be choked to death by the thick smoke.

The wailing of soldiers continued to be heard in the sea of ​​flames. A soldier in armor ran out covered in flames, but fell down after walking a few steps, exuding a burnt smell all over his body.

Camillo knelt down on the ground in despair, with the raging fire reflected on his face, tears welled up in his eyes, come back, my strength!Please, I want to save them!