Tyrant Code

Extra Story [-]: The Dream of Meteor

After hearing what Goldo said, Atricia frowned and asked him with an unhappy face: "So who are you?"

Goldo didn't know how to explain the problem of parallel time and space to Atricia, so he could only answer vaguely: "I can be regarded as Goldo Moran from another world."

Atrium: "...Are you also the king of the Celanca Empire?"

Goldo: "Yes, you are also a priest of the Holy See with me."

After listening to this sentence, Atrichia said "Oh", and said with a smile: "So you are also a scum?"

Goldo: "..." No, I'm not, I'm not.

Fortunately, Atricia probably understood what was going on now, and knew that he had better go into the palace to replace the extraterrestrial visitor, otherwise there would be a big mess in the palace.

But Yatrixia deeply felt that the young man in front of him was the real hidden danger.How can there be two kings who look exactly the same in Celanka...?

So he rubbed the center of his brows and said to Gordon, "You wait for me here."

"I think it's better for me to go with you." Goldo stood up, "otherwise how can you explain these messy things to your king? He might think that the magic power on you hasn't been drained yet ..."

The blond pope gave him a hard look, but did not refute his words.

As a result, Goldo successfully got into the Pope's carriage and went to the palace with him.

But when they approached the palace, the entourage who drove the chariot got into trouble.

Isn't the pope already fighting the king in the palace now?If another Pope appears at this time——

Gordo pondered for a moment, patted his entourage on the shoulder, and pointed him in the direction: "Go this way."

They turned around along the road pointed by Goldo, and they actually found a place that was not very well guarded.With the skills of the two of them, they should be able to get in.

The pope was expressionless during the process of Gordo showing the way, but he seemed to really believe what Gordo said, but seeing Gordo so skillfully going in and out of various remote corners of the palace, the Pope still couldn't bear it. Zhu Zhu complained: "As a king, how come you are so familiar with these paths that only assassins love to take?"

Goldo replied casually: "It's not because there are too many people around me, sometimes I can't get away... I don't know how many times I have walked the distance from the king's bedroom to the pope's hall."

Pope: "..." The Pope seemed to understand something, and his face became even more ugly.

When they took a shortcut and rushed to the king's bedroom, they saw someone guarding the door of the bedroom from a distance.

"Go the rest of the way by yourself." The pope said, "I don't have magic, I can't hide my whereabouts, and it won't help if I go." He frowned and added, "Don't make too much trouble Come on."

Gordon nodded.

He entered the palace and walked a little further, only to find that there were no guards.It is estimated that it was deliberately evacuated.

He heard the sound of things being shredded in the distance - the two men hadn't finished beating yet.

Did no one come to persuade you?

Only when the two wrestling figures came into view did Gordo understand why: the two men were black and white, holding swords in each hand, and the blades collided fiercely, almost sparks, mainly They also released a few magic attacks from time to time, surrounded by strong winds and thunder and lightning, and those with few lives probably didn't dare to get too close for fear of being accidentally injured.

Gordo saw that Atricia from a distance, and he vigorously fought back and forth with the king without even losing the wind.

Gordo saw this situation, did not hesitate for too long, picked up the king sword on the side wall and joined the battle - he has used this king sword for many years, really want to choose a weapon, Wang Jian is also the most convenient.

Gordo threw a confinement spell on the king, and the king sword in his hand left a golden trail in the air after being infused with magic power - this sword technique he learned from Warren of the Knights Templar Come on, the king of this world should not be proficient, barely able to catch anyone by surprise.

The intruding Gordo really startled the two people who were huddling together.

Yatrixia, who was holding the sword, gasped lightly, reached out and wiped away a faint trace of blood on her cheek, and asked in surprise, "...Gordo?"

"It's me." Goldo walked up to Atrium, pointed the king sword at the black-clothed king in front of them, "Why are you here?"

"...I don't know." Yatricia said angrily, "I just saw you fainted, so I picked you up." He then looked at the girl who had fought with him with threatening eyes. "Gordo Moran" in black royal robes, "and then I got into a fight with this impostor."

Goldo: "Actually, he's not a fake..."

Atrium: "I know. The memory of this world is also replaying in my mind-you in this world are simply an asshole. You wait, I will settle the score with you after we go back."

Gordon looked helpless: "I didn't do it, can it be counted on me?"

Atricia sneered and said, "Look at that guy—he was carved out of the same mold as you. No one can deny that he is Goldo Moran..."

"Have you two chatted enough?" The black-robed king aimed his sword at the two of them with an unfriendly expression, "And you...you are holding my king sword in your hand. Point the king sword at the Celanca Empire My king... are you challenging my throne?"

As he spoke, a faint smile appeared on the face of the black-robed monarch.As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist appeared on his sword again, it must have been cursed.

This feeling is very strange.Even though it was the same face, Gordo could read the deep darkness and the ruthlessness of fighting from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood on his face.

The black-robed monarch's eyes stayed on Gordo's face for a while, then looked at the two Atricias who looked the same, and probably understood what was going on.

"Seeing such an expression on your face really makes me feel a little annoyed." He said softly, "It looks like a young master who hasn't suffered any hardships and was raised with love... It's so strange, it turns out Was I like this before?"

"Correction, you and I are fundamentally different." Gordo raised his eyebrows and said, "Or, if you can understand it this way - my soul is fundamentally different from yours."

A cold look finally appeared on the face of the black-robed monarch.

"So you think so? You are obviously nothing, just a person who enjoys his fate—"

"Lucky one?" Goldo sarcastically said, "Or an incompetent person favored by heaven?" He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him who had the same face as himself and was like a reflection in a mirror, "I hope you Make it clear that your life and experiences have nothing to do with me, you are just a nobody to me. Just as I have nothing to do with you."

"...But all I have done is not in vain." The black-robed monarch said words that only "Gordo Moran" could understand, "I am the cause, and you are the effect. Everything I collected, It's the bridge and it's the key."

Gordon didn't understand what he was talking about at first, but in the end, he seemed to have figured out a certain joint, and looked at him in horror——

"The rumor that the soul can reverse time and space is true. That's why they divided the skull into three and instilled different wills. It's just a cover to pass on knowledge and wisdom. They just don't want the three skulls to gather on the same person. " As he said that, the black-robed monarch did not continue talking, he just raised the black mist-shrouded sword to the sky, and the magic power was running wildly on him, so that a trace of blood even leaked from the corner of his lips, "Your appearance means that my guess is not wrong. Everything I have done is not in vain..." His voice dropped as he spoke, and almost no one could hear the last sentence clearly.

Gordon only saw his lips move—

"Starfall."

The day was instantly clouded.

The flaming starlight fell from the heights of the sky, and it was an incomparably grand meteor.

"Go back to where you should go." The black-robed monarch said impatiently.

Gordo turned his head subconsciously, and Atricia's figure had disappeared like golden quicksand.He raised his hand and found that he was also gradually turning into a phantom.

Gordon took a deep breath, at this moment he didn't know what to say: "Do you know what you are about to face?"

The end of the tyrant is to die at the hands of the pope.

"I probably guessed it." The other party replied without hesitation, "But I didn't plan to live too long."

Gordon frowned, took a step forward, and wanted to say something more, but an invisible force prevented him from making a sound.

He could only stand where he was, watching everything around him slowly being enveloped in darkness, and then the figure of the black-robed monarch gradually disappeared into the darkness, and finally even the bright silver light on his sword's edge disappeared.

Goldo closed his eyes, feeling like a drowning person, passing through the shadows under the water... Then he heard someone's voice in a trance.

"Gordo...Gordo!" The man patted his face, the temperature of his palm was very familiar, "Wake up!"

Gordon's consciousness gradually came back, he slowly opened his eyes, and found himself waking up again in the Pope's hall and Atrium's room.

Fortunately, this time it was a familiar room.

He glanced out the window, it was already dark.

Under the dim light, Atrium's blond hair was as bright as a golden thread: "Are you okay? Why did you faint suddenly? Have you stayed up all night to deal with the information recently? I told you that it's not your turn to go to war." Until you the king himself--"

Gordon blinked slightly.

Yatrixia raised her eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong with you? Did you sleep stupidly? Or did you have some kind of dream?"

"...I should have had a dream." Goldo buried his head in his lover's chest, "It's quite scary. There is still you in the dream."

Atricia: "..."

Atrium: "You dreamed of me, and then had a nightmare? What kind of me did you see in the dream, how horrible, huh?...Are you trying to find fault?"

Gordon laughed.

"This one really doesn't exist."