The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

If you give up the divine power, the power will also leave you.

— you want me back?

— Please, give me strength.

——You obviously hate the dark, but you want me back, it's too ridiculous.

——I was too naive to make such a mistake, I was wrong, I shouldn't give up my divine power!

——Hahahaha, I barely do it.

The man kneeling on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, the black pupils that looked dark under the thick eyelashes narrowed slightly, flashing with angry fire, "How dare you talk to me like that."

"My king?" The general noticed that Camillo's aura seemed to have changed, and there was a suppressed anger on his face. He stood up slowly from the ground, raised his head slightly, and stared firmly at the sea of ​​fire, which was on his body. There seemed to be a kind of brilliance, that light flickered from his black, unfathomable eyes, as if he could see through anyone and everything, while analyzing and observing, while judging conclusions—everything seemed to be completed in an instant.

A black undercurrent rose from under his feet, plunged violently into the sea of ​​flames, this force split the reins of all the horses, two black phantom horses appeared, they led the horses to the two sides of the barracks, and the horses stepped across the flames Among them, the soldiers who were still able to move climbed on the horses and rushed out of the fire formation with the horses.

Camillo heard the cries of the captives, and with his divine power he opened their shackles, and all who could move escaped.

His strength is getting stronger and stronger, and the dark elements gradually gather at the top of the barracks, forming a barrier like thick dark clouds. The moment he clenches his fists, all the dark currents rush straight to the sky, roaring and rushing towards the magic circle in the air, With a bang, the sky flashed with a dazzling white light like thunder, and the fire and rain formation was destroyed from the center.

What a pleasant voice, he closed his eyes and released a strong sense of spiritual pressure to the surroundings. When he opened his eyes again, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. into the necks of two men.

"Ahhh!" The woman next to her cried out in horror.

The two men fell to their knees in pain, and vomited a mouthful of black blood on the ground, but after a while, they stood up again, and they reached out to touch their necks in disbelief, where the wound had healed , but left behind a squirming black cocoon.

Another two men fell down, another two... Finally, a group of strong men stood up, and they all looked at Camillo with fear and reverence in their eyes.

Camillo looked at them and said, "You divide into three groups and ride to the east, west, and south respectively."

"What are we... looking for, Your Majesty the Dark God?"

"Find the magician who set up the formation, and he will live." After finishing speaking, he turned to the old priest who was kneeling on the ground, and stretched out his hand to her.

"Thank you," the old priest held his hand and stood up, "Shacheng should never be forgiven, since they used these three days to attack us!"

"This was not done by Shacheng." Camilo said lightly.

The generals around surrounded him in surprise, and Armand asked hoarsely, "Why not them, they clearly know the location of our camp."

Camillo said: "But Kiria didn't know that I would wait for her, and the Dragons despised magic."

"We have prisoners of Shacheng in our hands, and many Shacheng people were burned to death in the fire. Why did Shacheng do this?"

"There are countless excellent archers in Sand City. Archers are the greatest enemy of magicians. Obviously, magicians are not welcome in Sand City. There is not even a Magicians Association in the city."

"Then..." the commander asked hesitantly, "Who attacked us?"

"There is a person, he knows that I will wait for Kylia here, he knows the location of our camp, and he knows that my strength has declined." He stopped talking, and a painful dark color appeared on his face , he looked at the burning barracks tent, and after a while, he said in a cold tone, "Priest, I need you to hypnotize me."

The old priest looked worried: "But my king, we need you very much now."

"Give me 10 minutes, I just need to go over and make a deal." Camillo kept a smile on his face, but his voice was indifferent, even trembling slightly.

So in the drowsy chant, Camillo fell asleep, and the priest woke up.

Amedeo was sitting on a chair reading a book, the pendulum pointed to one o'clock, he thought that Camillo would not come tonight, and was about to get up and walk out of the bedroom, when there was a movement behind him, and a Indifferent question:

"What have you done?"

Amedeo looked back, with a mixed smile of astonishment and tenderness on his face, but when he saw Camillo's distorted expression of anger, the smile froze, and he asked softly, "What's the matter?" ?”

"This kind of opening statement again," Camillo narrowed his eyes angrily, and walked towards him step by step, "What do you want to get out of me this time?"

Amedeo's eyebrows moved slightly: "What do you mean?"

Camillo looked at him, his golden eyes were once full of longing and fascination, but now they were as cold and crystal clear as a block of ice, "You know the location of my military camp."

"Tell me that you are stationed on the north side of Shacheng."

"You also know that my divine power has declined."

"That's true," Amedeo was about to continue, but his wrist was grabbed by the other party, and a vigorous and powerful dark force came, and his face changed slightly, "You recovered?"

"Surprised, disappointed, you didn't kill me." Camillo pushed him away and slammed Amedeo's body on the door panel. The sound alarmed the guards outside, and a group of soldiers drove away with swords. Come over, but the demon god ordered them not to enter.

At this time, Camillo had already walked to the table, and he poured himself a glass of brandy. The amber liquid was shaking in the silver cup, and he slowly raised his glass to Amedeo.

Amedeo's face changed drastically: "Stop, this concentration of alcohol will kill you!"

"My condolences to the death of Blue Tit and Matthew." Camillo raised his glass and drank the spirits in one gulp.

Amedeo opened his eyes wide, and a violent shock passed through his whole body. He stared at the falling sound, but couldn't see clearly. There was something foggy moving in front of his eyes, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart. , The thinking is chaotic.

At the same time, a column of heavily armed troops rushed into the palace of the Demon God. Wei Ya walked in the front and ordered someone to open the door of the bedroom, but the scene in front of him made him stunned. A priest gently brushed the hair on his face behind his ears, drops of liquid dripped onto the priest's unmoving chest, after a while, he raised his head and looked at Wei Ya standing at the door, his lips moved mechanically Moved a bit: "He is dead."

Wei Ya stared at him without blinking, and ordered: "Take that priest's body away."

"You can't do this!" Amedeo yelled violently, "The priest's soul and body belong to God, he belongs to me!"

"Oh, this puppet is not the priest himself at all." Wei Ya sneered.

Amedeo's face was stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted: "You sent troops to attack him!"

The surrounding soldiers were confused about the conversation, what kind of puppet, what kind of attack, Wei Ya said loudly: "Tell them, my beloved Demon God, who is the person in your arms!"

Amedeo fixed his eyes on Wei Ya, and the voice of the shackles of the law rang in his ears, and he finally spoke with difficulty: "He is the dark god Camillo... the one who will take you down in the end." Crown, the man who steps on your throne!"

His voice was majestic and majestic, as if from the grudge of a demon.

The heavy divine power quickly dissipated in all directions, Wei Ya even took a step back staggeringly, his face was ugly and even a little timid, as the king, he quickly calmed down, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and smiled coldly: " Hehehe, that won't happen, my dear Demon God, because you will fight for me, until you die!"

Camillo opened his eyes suddenly, his chest felt as if it was about to explode, his eyes were spinning, and the voice of the priest came from his ear, but he couldn't hear the other party's voice clearly, his ears were filled with chaotic sounds, he felt himself Like a dream but not a dream, half awake but not awake, as if wandering between life and death.

"Help me turn his body over," the priest said nervously, "General, please inject Reiatsu into the back of his chest, please don't show mercy."

"Ouch!" Camillo vomited a few big mouthfuls of blood. He barely supported his body with his hands, his mouth was full of bloody smell, his chest was stuffy and he had difficulty breathing, and his limbs were limp and weak.

The priest supported him: "You were backlashed by the puppet's death, what happened, did they hurt you?"

"I'm fine, I just committed suicide." He said weakly, then stood up slowly, and the commander hurried up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The marked captives came back from a distance, and the two men in the east brought back a charred corpse, "I'm sorry, they were already dead when we arrived."

What the south brought back was also a charred body, but there was also a golden robe. The priest recognized the pattern on the robe: "This is the robe of a senior mage from the Magicians Association."

After a while, the troops from the north also rushed back, and they brought back a fat man, "Your Majesty, this man did not dare to commit suicide, and we caught him while he was running away."

An undercurrent engulfed the fat man's body and dragged him to Camillo, "Tell me," Camillo grabbed his throat, "who ordered it?"

The fat man shivered: "...Yes, our president, he asked us to come."

Camillo pierced his fingers into his flesh and threatened coldly: "Don't play tricks on me, you know what I'm asking."

The fat man tried to stop Camillo, but as soon as he touched him, his hands festered under the corrosion of the dark elements. The fat man screamed in pain, and his fat body twitched on the sand, "Magician Association allegiance to the Demon God "Oh, it hurts me to death..."

The undercurrent suddenly poured into Fatty's mouth, blocking all his wailing, and then the next second, the undercurrent rushed out from his head, splashing brains and blood all over the ground, and the round body twitched for the last two times Finally die.

The scene was so bloody that the priest quickly turned his head away: "Why don't you take it to the witch?"

"No need, this stupid guy doesn't know anything at all." Camillo looked at the wounded lying on the ground, and made the next arrangement, "Priest, go and treat the fairy dragon, we need to transport the injured to the nearest city."

"I'm afraid you can't do this." Armand said suddenly, his weather-beaten eyes were staring at the vast distance, "The sandstorm is coming, and the sky will be more dangerous than the ground."

Suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance. They turned around and saw that it was actually a soldier from Shacheng. Kiriya hurriedly rushed to the front. She saw the burning tent in front of her, and her eyes widened in shock: " My god, what the hell happened."

Kylia jumped off the horse and ran to Camillo: "There will be a sandstorm here, let your people follow us into the city, otherwise..."

"I have the ability to protect my subordinates." Camillo said, watching her coldly.

Kylia stared at his slightly pale face, and couldn't help frowning: "You can't even hurt yourself, how can you protect them?"

Armand limped in front of Camelot: "Wang, you can't trust her, she must be trying to rescue the captive!"

"This may be a good opportunity," Camillo laughed maliciously, "We are going into the city, because the wooden horse..."

Kylia interrupted him sternly: "Don't think about it!"

Camillo kept smiling: "It is much easier to attack the city from the inside than from the outside. General, get your men on horseback and prepare to enter the city. As for the priest, remember to ask for more wound medicine and supplies after entering the city. Shacheng is a rich place." City."

Kylia glanced at him fiercely, and drove away angrily: "Camilo, you have become this shameless person again!"

Camillo stepped on a war horse and chased after her, riding alongside her, "Shameless, wise, whatever you say."

Behind them, the surviving soldiers and captives followed on horseback and flew over the city wall of Shacheng with no wounded. Residential onlookers.

Camillo's men had already lost any food and water sources, so he unceremoniously asked Kiria for supplies.

Kiriya was so angry that she was speechless: "Do you know that you are our prisoner now!"

"As far as I know, the captives should be people who have been surrendered by force and imprisoned in chains, and we were invited into the city by you, please show some basic sincerity in hospitality."

Kylia gritted her teeth and stared at him, but she stretched out her hand without slapping his face. In the end, she asked her subordinates to provide the necessary supplies. In addition, the people of Shacheng who had too much money to spend also provided for the dragon and the injured. Many drugs, and even many people regard the fairy dragon as a mythical beast.

When the sun came up at the end of the night, the endless yellow sand covered the sky, the wind of the sandstorm raged outside the city, and the sand and stones flew all over the sky, hitting the city wall and making a "dangdang" sound.

"Sand City may not be able to withstand this sandstorm," Armand whispered in Camelot's ear, "His city wall has been severely damaged in the war, and there is still a gap in the east wall, which may not be able to withstand the storm. "

Camillo looked up at the gloomy sky, smiled and said, "It's a good thing if you can't stop it, Commander, go talk to the Lord of Shacheng...Call Brandon, tell him, if you need help, you can Come, please, me."

When this was conveyed to Kiria, she was furious: "I shouldn't have let this kid enter the city, this is how he rewarded me?!"

"Master Longshou, you are always so impulsive. Camillo is the young master of the Dragon Clan. He was the one who made all of us leave the Dragon Valley successfully. I hope he can help the people of Shacheng this time." Bu Langdon spoke solemnly.

Not long after, Camillo saw the city lord of Sand City——Brandon Long. He looked majestic and handsome, and behaved elegantly. He was wearing a sand city-specific blue robe with gold nails inlaid on it.He is younger than Kylia. It is said that he fled to Shacheng at that time, but he became the lord of the city step by step. He has just been in power for three years.

Camillo could tell from his shrewd eyes that this guy was a man who was good at playing politics.

"Your Majesty the Dark God," Brandon walked in front of him, bowing slightly politely, "I heard you said that there is a way for Sand City to resist this sandstorm, right?"

Camillo smiled faintly, "It's not possible."

"What?" Kylia rushed over, "Do you still have the time to joke around at this time!"

Camillo continued: "I still have the strength to protect my army, but you know I am very weak now, and there is nothing I can do in the huge sand city."

Brandon said sincerely: "We can provide you with the best treatment..."

Camillo interrupted him with a chuckle: "Master, you should know that my strength does not come from physical health, but from faith."

He continued: "I need more faith to support my divine power, otherwise, I have no spare power to protect your city."

"How much do you need?" Brandon asked, eyeing him gravely.

Camillo said softly word by word: "Whole, whole, city, city."