The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Due to the subtle relationship between the heaven and the demon world, if you want to teleport from the lower continent where the demon world is located to the upper continent, you must know the secret "transportation spell". Very few mages have accomplished this type of teleportation.

What's more, there are enchantments in some places, which can block the positioning of the teleportation array. Unless you have the right of way or get permission from the enchantment mage, you absolutely cannot enter.

The barrier of Yanling Island has a strict right of passage for residents. Only those who have the memory of living in Yanling Island will be allowed to enter. However, this rule was used by Camillo, and he was able to reach Yanling Island unimpeded.

The noon sun was shining on the woods, a cool wind was blowing through, and the green waves were layer upon layer, rolling with vigorous vitality-this place didn't seem to have changed much after several years.

Camillo is leaning lazily on the tree trunk. His slender and straight body is wearing a black leather jacket. The pure black makes his skin as pale as paper. In addition, his long hair is loose and his face is smiling, which makes others feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts. Arouse infinite goodwill.

But if you look closely, the gleam of light flowing in his eyes hides a kind of evil spirit and viciousness from the inside out.

For many years, he believed that Yanling Island was the most beautiful place in the world, and people sang beautiful hymns, praising Yanling Island as a longed-for paradise.

Some people are used to seeing the beautiful side of the world, but with eyes soaked in darkness, what they can see is the deeper filth and ugliness.

"Matt, I didn't have you in this advanced stage, hahaha, you kid should just be an elementary-level word spirit for the rest of your life."

"You! Give me back my spirit pendant." The little boy named Matt was sweating profusely, tiptoeing to snatch the white spirit pendant from another boy, "Georgia, if you do this to me again Just tell the teacher!"

"Hahahaha, what's the use of telling your mentor, my dad is his colleague."

"It's really useless." Camelot laughed softly.

The two boys turned around in astonishment, only to see a man in black standing under a tree not far away. His appearance looked strange. Seeing that he didn't have a pendant, he must be just an ordinary resident. Georgia didn't pay attention to him. Li, raised his voice and said contemptuously: "Where did you come from, meddle in your own business—"

"Outsiders." Camillo said with a smile, and walked towards the two of them.

Georgia frowned: "Outsiders? There are no outsiders in Yanling Island."

He looked at Camillo's smile, feeling a sense of uneasiness. He timidly stepped back half a step, but the next second his head was held down by the other party, which looked like an adult stroking a child's head Same.

But then, Georgia only felt a sudden burst of strong air pressure, overwhelming the sky, his face turned pale instantly, his lips trembled and he wanted to use words to resist, but he couldn't utter a single syllable, so he could only kneel and sit on the ground trembling.

Another kid named Matt freaked out, "What did you do to him!"

"Do you want your spirit pendant?" Camillo looked down at him and said indifferently, "Then use force to grab it. No one in this world will help you except yourself."

Matt took two steps back tremblingly, suddenly yelled, turned around and ran away.

He ran forward desperately, crossed the small stone bridge, and ran towards the advanced ceremony field where everyone gathered, shouting all the way: "Mentor, help!"

"stop!"

A middle-aged man in charge stopped him, and sternly scolded: "You can't enter without a spirit pendant!"

As if seeing a savior, Matt rushed over and grabbed the man's sleeve: "An outsider came to Yanling Island, and he caught Georgia, help me!"

The manager subconsciously froze: "What outsider?!"

These words were heard by several Yanlings next to them, and everyone shook their heads in disbelief. How could there be outsiders on Yanling Island? It must be a child's mistake. At this time, a beautiful voice came through from behind: "How is this going?"

The rhyme is still clear in the noisy environment, and it touches the heartstrings.

When everyone turned their heads, Pera was walking slowly. Her long skirt was like layers of petals, and the thin gauze like onion wings was draped over her shoulders. The purple hair around her waist was decorated with silver ornaments, shining brightly in the sun.

"Your Mian." "Your God of Joy!" "Your Mian has come down."

The steward hurriedly stepped forward to salute deeply, and said very respectfully: "Your Majesty, this child said that there are foreigners on the island."

Pera beckoned the child to come and talk. The child was a little embarrassed at first, so she knelt down and took the child's hand, smiling very calmly and softly: "Tell me, what's going on here, what's the matter?" What are people like?"

"We saw him in the woods, and he grabbed Georgia. He looked... black hair, black eyes."

At first, Pera thought it was just a fight between the children, and it was enough to appease her, but when she heard "black hair and black eyes", her expression changed slightly, and she immediately thought of that person.

Anshen came here unhurriedly, his black leather boots stepped on the stone slabs of the bridge, making a soft countdown sound, and the steward turned his head in astonishment when he heard the sound: "Who is it!"

"It seems that Yan Ling Island doesn't welcome me very much."

Camillo smiled and raised his pale lips slightly. That smile was so beautiful that it made one's heart sway, but only some people could see that there was no emotion under that smile.

He walked down the stone bridge in full view and stopped in front of Pella. He still remembered that a few years ago, when he walked across the stone bridge, he was full of excitement and longing, but now only the indifference of being different is left.

The atmosphere was so stagnant that it was almost impossible to feel the flow of air, and nervous and rapid panting secretly sounded from the crowd, because some people recognized the face of Camillo.

Now not only the demon world, but even the heavens have heard about this new dark god. He rebelled against the demon world and killed the demons. People call him an evil spirit from hell, an arrogant, cunning, violent, idle bard He used all kinds of negative words to describe him as a heinous tyrant, which was woven into ballads and widely spread.

"You...how did you come to Yanling Island?" Pera's face was a little stiff. She tried her best to maintain her composure on the surface, but she carefully pulled the two young children behind her.

"Interesting," Camillo observed her reaction, the corners of his mouth sank slowly, and the smiling face just now was suddenly replaced by a frosty chill, "When you left without saying goodbye, when To this day, you still don't want to see me."

"Camilo, things are not what you think. I was ordered by the elders to leave the Demon Realm. I should have explained it clearly before leaving. I really didn't know how to speak at the time, but I never thought of... harming you." Pera's voice was a little shaky, because she knew very well that such an argument was unconvincing.

Camillo said coldly: "You know that I am being held hostage by Wei Ya, but you prevent Kiria from looking for me, isn't that considered to be harming me?"

"All I did was to make you a god, Ka!" Pella said hastily.

"Oh, what a touching reason, why don't I give you a big gift." Camillo sneered, but this smile sent a chill down the spine of everyone. Palm, a puff of black smoke floated in the air, wrapped in thick dark elements, and a sleeping blond boy floated in midair.

That was the boy who was attacked in the grove - Georgia!

Pella was shocked, and immediately used her divine power to dissipate the dark elements and took the boy over. Georgia's face was pale, and the breath of life was extremely weak. She said angrily: "Camilo, you are too much! Sure enough, as they said, the darkness will change. you!"

"They?" Camillo repeated the word with interest.

Pera's face froze slightly.

"Angry, despair, and only at such moments can people show their truest side," Camillo pressed forward step by step, "Pella, who are you talking about?"

Pera pursed her lips and remained silent.

The distance between the two of them was so close that they could almost feel their breath. At this moment, Camillo whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Shenting, right?"

Pera's body tensed instantly. She could fool anyone with her verbal skills, but she couldn't fool anyone with the details of her movements.

"It seems that I guessed it right." The man's black eyes narrowed slightly, the brows slightly raised, and his lips were tightly pursed into a sharp arc—this was a sign of his anger.

Almost instantly, he drew out his single knife and slashed at Pella's neck with a backhand.

"Sword!" A golden single sword materialized in her hand, and Pela frowned, struggling to block his blow.

But the rest of the people were all forced to retreat by this powerful spiritual pressure, and the weaker words were thrown a few meters away, but these people still missed their goddess wholeheartedly, "Your Majesty, are you okay?" ?"

Pella's current beautiful attire is indeed bright and touching, and it is pitiful. If in the past, it was too late for him to congratulate Pella on becoming a god, but this woman colluded with the gods, knowing that the darkness would corrode the gods, and still pushed him to this place. A god despised by the world.

"So the benefit that Shenting promised you is to make you the goddess of music? Pella, you have disappointed me so much." He sighed lightly.

"Listen to my explanation. The envoy of the God Court did come to me. He said that he needed me to assist the Dark God in the coronation. You have also seen that the dark poison has killed so many people. As long as you can accept the coronation..."

Camillo interrupted her: "It will make me a container of darkness."

It took him a long time to figure out why the power of the dark god is so powerful that the gods fear it, because the price of this power is "bearing", he is in charge of the dark elements of the world, and darkness seems to be inexhaustible With all its power, it can erode everything and expand infinitely. Even gods will be eroded by this darkness step by step. In the end, the container will be destroyed, and the gods must find the next dark god to maintain the balance of the world in a cycle.

"It's for the good of this world, Camillo." Pera retorted, "What's the point of sacrificing a little for the sake of all living beings? You saved countless people!"

Camillo chuckled lightly, and that smile was mixed with endless irony: "Goddess of music, you must be very proud of your achievements in saving all living beings by using me."

Someone once said, Camillo, you are not anyone's savior. The person who said this has been with him to this day and has never betrayed him.