The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

"Where is Amedeo!!!" A gold wine glass was thrown to the ground with a clang.

Wei Ya's roar was furious and frightening, his eyes were ferocious, without the slightest demeanor and dignity of the past, he grabbed an old man beside him: "Scholar! I asked you to send him an edict, have you issued it or not!"

"Sent, sent more than 40 letters."

At this time, a cabinet elder, Krops, walked in the door. He looked a little dignified, and he walked up to Wei Ya and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty, we have sent the teleporter to the Governor's Mansion in Preswich. The latest news is that the Demon God Amedeo has left, and the hostages... were also taken by an unknown man."

"Unidentified?" Wei Ya slammed his fist on the table angrily, "Since he left the Governor's Mansion, why didn't he come to see me!"

The several generals under the seat looked at each other, and the terrible guess buried deep in their hearts was already self-evident.

"Speak, why are you bored?" Wei Ya's face was sweating, how could Amedeo betray him, he is the patron saint of the devil world, the patron saint of the royal family, how could it be... Without him, What should I do again!

General Bruce stubbed out his cigarette, and calmly said, "Even if the Demon God cannot come back, I will protect His Majesty well."

"It's up to you?" Wei Ya had already been dazzled by despair, and laughed loudly, "How did you protect me in Grelin Castle? What's the use of each of you? What's the use? You're all trash!"

Seeing Bruce's face darken, Crops quickly smoothed things over: "Your Majesty didn't mean that, he was just joking."

"A joke?" Wei Ya smiled contemptuously, "How can it be a joke, I am the king of the devil world, and everything I say is right!"

Bruce said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty is drunk, send him to rest."

The prestige of this person ranks first among the generals, and everyone's expressions changed slightly. Kerops quickly grabbed Wei Ya's arm, and persuaded him: "Your Majesty, you drank a lot tonight, so go to rest first." Bar."

"I'm not drunk!" Wei Ya shook him off angrily.

Bruce seemed to turn a blind eye to him, and without frowning, he calmly said to the witch beside him, "Venus, it seems that His Majesty is indeed drunk."

Venus used the coma technique in desperation, and saw her pupils shrink suddenly. Wei Ya felt as if her soul had been taken away instantly, and her body softened and fell backwards. Several attendants carefully carried away His Majesty. There are only a few generals and cabinet elders left in the room.

Venus let out a long sigh: "Bruce, you are so courageous. The army of rebels has already approached the city, and you actually let the devil fall asleep. How can the strategy meeting go on tonight?"

"A few of us are enough."

"But the Demon King should be present, so that he can cheer up the soldiers."

"The devil?" Bruce lit another cigarette, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "Do you really think that a crown determines the throne?"

Venus was shocked: "What do you mean..."

"It's not interesting." He flicked a cigarette and spread out the map at hand, "Let's discuss the next defensive strategy."

"Have Ling Zai a team of dragons and archers launch an air attack from the north gate and draw away a large number of troops. At this time, two leading soldiers sneaked into the city from the south gate, opened the main gate from the inside, and let the army led by Kiriya enter the city." Camillo put away the map, turned around and asked Amedeo, "What's wrong with such a strategy?"

"No..." Amedeo frowned, with a worried expression on his face, "But why do you want to take the risk yourself at Nanmen, and why can't you let me accompany you?"

He had offered to take part in the war several times, but Camillo had refused, and it was obviously difficult to get him to change his mind.

Camillo smiled into his gaze, he lowered his head and caressed the blade, then flipped his wrist, and inserted the single blade into the scabbard neatly.

This time he didn't object directly, but changed the subject: "By the way, didn't you say you have something to say to me?"

Amedeo hesitated for a while, shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate to say now..."

"Then wait for me to come back." Camillo smiled and pinched his cheek.

At this time, there were footsteps outside the tent, and Amedeo pushed Camillo away like an electric shock. After a while, a man opened the door curtain and walked in. He looked young, with brown curly hair, and wearing silver armor.

Amedeo recognized him, the adjutant that Camillo mentioned - Jeremy, they had met once in Irene Valley, and the impression was very impressive.

Jeremy's face suddenly changed. The arrow almost killed him last time, but this man appeared next to the king. He was eager to protect the lord, and he drew his long sword without saying a word.

"Jeremy," Camillo snapped at him sternly, "Amadeo is my guest now, put away your sword."

Jeremy frowned, and put away his sword sullenly, "My lord, the horses are ready, we can set off."

He opened the door curtain for Camillo, and only when Camillo came to the front, he raised his heels and gave Amedeo a hard look. Heed the warning.

The south gate of Roja City is actually just a small iron gate. At this time, the north of the city is already raging with flames of war, and the sky is filled with the sharp sound of arrows and rain, while the south of the city is still extremely peaceful, and there are even few soldiers on patrol. in half.

Camillo used darkness to erode the barrier on the iron gate. The guard at the gate was about to run to ring the alarm, but Jeremy kicked open the iron gate, chased after him and cut off the enemy's head with a sword. Another guard also followed suit. Camilo pinched his throat.

There was a moment of silence, and Camillo frowned. There were only two guards?

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard the sound of people approaching suddenly, and then a group of heavily armed soldiers rushed over from both sides and surrounded them.

Camelot and Jeremy faced each other back to back, clutching their weapons tightly, and fought forward.

The head of the first enemy was split open by the scimitar, and splashes of blood burst out from the severed cavity.

The second enemy rushed forward with a roar, and Camillo leaned over and swung his knife, piercing through the iron armor and stabbing him in the stomach, and snatched his long sword, decapitating the other enemy.

The third and fourth corpses fell down one after another... In the end, the ground was almost covered with corpses, and the blood gurgled into a trickle.

"Ha!" Jeremy finished the last enemy. He lowered his head and wiped his sweat. At this time, his face, body, and hands were all stained with blood.

Camillo's appearance was not much better, half of his face was spattered with blood, he licked the corner of his mouth, as if he still couldn't get enough of the bloody battle just now.

Jeremy handed over a handkerchief and said, "Wipe your face."

"Boy, you're going to the dance in a while." Camillo laughed teasingly, and pushed his hand away, "Go back and tell Kiria to march to the main entrance."

Jeremy said anxiously: "Then you go to open the city gate alone? It's too risky!"

Camillo stretched out his index finger and gave a "hush", and then turned his body into a erratic black shadow in front of him, "Since I entered the city, no one can stop me, go, tell Ki Lia."

Jeremy nodded heavily, turned around and ran out of the city gate.

As for Wei Ya, the only one who can spread the perception to the entire city is the witch Venus, but when she rushed to the south gate, there was only a river of blood in front of her eyes, and Camillo's gasified body was difficult to be Sensing the spreading spiritual pressure, she gritted her teeth angrily, and quickly ordered support to the main city gate.

There is the last line of defense at the gate of the city, which is the barrier of light laid by Bruce. The soldiers all firmly believe that this barrier is indestructible, and even Dragon Flame cannot easily destroy it. However, the scene in front of them scared them out of their souls. A black shadow rose from the end of the barrier, like skin infected with dark poison, and the darkness continued to erode upwards.

Hearing the sound of cracking, the barrier of light finally broke completely, and then, those dark elements gathered into a majestic undercurrent, like a howling tide rushing open the city gate.

Seeing the familiar black, Amedeo was relieved.

"The whole army is marching!" Kylia yelled, shaking the sky. She rode a lightning horse with hooves on electric sparks, and led the black army into the city.

The army rushed into the city of Roja, and the king's army from Wei Ya's side also gathered. The two armies faced each other, but the number of the king's army was slightly weak, not to mention that the opponent had a fairy dragon hovering above, so The roar broke through the clouds, it was deafening, and it was extremely shocking.

The undercurrent just now fell in the air and gathered into a figure. Camillo walked to the front of the army. The soldiers cheered when they saw him, but the king's army was led by general Bruce, and the demon king Wei Ya was completely invisible. figure.

Bruce saw Amedeo in the rebel camp, and couldn't help biting the cigarette, "Cut, I knew."

Venus walked to his side, frowned, and said softly, "Can we still win?"

"Win?" Bruce laughed, "Without the order of the devil, even if the entire army is wiped out, we will not be able to retreat. Since the old man has taken the position of general, he is ready to die on the battlefield."

He glanced back at the tower behind him, the devil was there at the moment, they had to guard the tower until the last moment for the life of that man.

Wei Ya saw the scene below through the window, his lips trembled: "I'm going to lose... I'm going to lose..."

"Your Majesty, please calm down." The maid stepped forward to comfort her.

"Get out!" Wei Ya pushed her away fiercely, "Everyone, get out!"

All the attendants in the room were kicked out by him, Wei Ya finally sat on the ground in embarrassment, two lines of tears rolled down that beautiful face, what about Amedeo...why didn't he come back to protect me...

He hugged his head tightly in pain, and suddenly there was a soft sound of footsteps in front of him, and he shouted: "If I say anything, get out!"

A gentle voice sounded from above: "Your Majesty."

Wei Ya raised his head in astonishment, but the person in front of him was not Amedeo, but a man with the same blond hair, his eyes dimmed suddenly, and the corner of his mouth twitched with a bleak smile: "Your Majesty? Are you making fun of me?"

Yimil kept smiling and shook his head slightly: "How could it be, you are a descendant of the Trass family, with the purest and oldest bloodline in the Demon Realm, you are the king of the Demon Realm, your descendants will always be the Demon Realm the king."

He said it very euphemistically. After all, God's court's will is to preserve the blood of the Terrass family. As for Camillo, he can take away the demon world and play for two days, but the blood of the royal family cannot be broken in his hands.

Wei Ya smiled wryly: "No... our army is about to lose, and Camillo will kill me, just like I wanted to kill him back then."

"Nothing in this world is absolute," Yimil pinched his chin, his voice echoed in Wei Ya's mind like hypnosis, "Gaia can help you accomplish anything."

"Gaia?"