[Comprehensive] King's Best Friend

When is that the story.

Ah, if you really want to talk about it, you probably have to turn the wheel of memory and go upstream along the long river of time.

Since then, thousands of years of time have been reversed, and the distance between this world and the next world has also been crossed——

Only in this way can we get a glimpse of a tiny corner of that long and majestic history.

……

Remember, it was at the very beginning.

He slept in a dark and silent chaos, without a name, without thinking, and even his own existence wandered into nothingness.

Until one day, a voice suddenly passed through layers of nothingness and reached his ears——

"Wake up, my Demon God Pillar, your name is Barbatos."

This voice was like a cluster of fire, suddenly illuminating the pitch-black chaos, appearing in his mind like a piloting star lamp.

"……wake up?"

As a newborn Demon God Pillar, Barbatos still knew little about the outside world and even himself, but he instinctively obeyed the call of this voice.

He struggled to drive his consciousness, and after an unbelievable amount of hard work, he finally—

……Saw!

The newly born Demon God Pillar opened his eyes, um... this organ should be the eyes.At least based on the knowledge that was poured into my mind just now, it is indeed the right judgment.

Barbatos was obviously very excited to be endowed with a real body and basic cognitive common sense from an existence that was originally indefinable and close to nothing.

He carefully swayed his body, and the sense of imbalance between every twist and every small sound of rubbing made him excited and joyful.

"It seems that this is the eighth pillar."

A strange and cold voice suddenly sounded.

The voice seemed to come from a high place, with condescending indifference and a touch of mockery: "It's fine to be as ugly as the previous few pillars, and look stupid."

……ugly?Stupid?

Barbatos was taken aback for a moment, and then he took a look at the knowledge he had just received, and finally realized belatedly——he seemed to be rejected by others.

"..."

——Barbatos' pride was hurt.

—Barbatos is a little angry.

The newly born Demon God Zhu was finally no longer immersed in his own happy little world.

He moved his body in dissatisfaction, and let out a low growl as if in protest.

At the same time, all the eyes on Demon God Pillar turned in unison, locking on to the place where the voice came from just now.

Then, he saw two people.

One is the existence known as the King of Magic.

The man sat on the throne of the temple, wearing gorgeous and complicated robes and a golden neck ornament.Only one tuft of long white hair was braided in front of the chest, and the rest were scattered on the side of the body, dragging between the seats.

The Magic King's expression was cold and calm.He looked down at the Demon God Pillar under his seat, but his golden pupils seemed to have never looked into anything, and only emptiness was reflected in it.

Even though the Magic King didn't speak, when Barbatos saw the other party, he suddenly realized——

Ah, this is the one... the one who created him and awakened him from the darkness.

Out of awe of the creator, Barbatos didn't dare to look directly at the other person's true face for too long, so after a few seconds, he hurriedly looked away, and turned to look at another person in the temple—the one who offended him just now. His culprit.

Then, Barbatos met a pair of purple eyes.

The newly born Demon God Pillar couldn't describe the feeling at that moment.

With his poor vocabulary, there is no way to express more, but the only thing that is certain is——

His heart trembled.

Excitement, joy, fear, pity, anger... All kinds of words flashed across Demon God Zhu's mind for a moment, but in the end he found in a daze that none of the meanings behind these words could convey his mood at the moment.

Because, that should be more complicated, more chaotic, and more extreme——

Just like the moment when the dying person is infinitely close to death, while terrified of death, at the same time, because of the most mysterious death in the world, he has a distorted fascination and secret pleasure.

It's like an ant seeing a male lion, fearing the strength of the opponent, but at the same time irresistibly wanting to challenge it, wanting to pull it off the throne, wanting to make it fall into the quagmire.

— Excitement and fear, rebellion and madness.

Just when Barbatos couldn't control the gushing emotion in his heart and began to tremble physiologically, the young man standing beside the throne suddenly said, "You seem to be thinking about something bad."

The young man was right.

If you want to use the most straightforward words to describe Barbatos's mood at the moment, it would probably be - I'm afraid that the opponent is strong, but I still want to fight!

The novice Xiaocaiji who just left the initial village went directly to the abyss dungeon, planning to single out the [-]-level big boss... Absolutely die, but Barbatos is still a little excited!

Unfortunately, this little excitement didn't last long.

Because in the next second, the young man directly raised his hand.

The bright magic power gathered at his fingertips, and quickly condensed into a white band of light, like a long-range sniper cannon, blasting directly from one end of the hall to the other.

Barbatos, who was in the center of the temple, was stabbed right through before he even had time to react.

Purple blood that did not belong to humans flowed out from the damaged body of the Demon God's Pillar, and soon stained the clean ground of the temple.

After a few seconds, Barbatos moved his heavy body belatedly.

He blinked his moist eyes for some reason, looked at the hole that suddenly appeared in his chest, and showed a bit of awkward confusion: "This is..."

"It's 'pain.'"

The silver-haired young man looked down at the Demon God's Pillar, with an indifferent expression: "As punishment for provoking me beyond my own capabilities, remember this feeling, this is the first lesson you have to learn."

As the Demon God Pillar, a wound of this degree is not fatal, but there is still a leak in the body, which is still very uncomfortable.

So almost instinctively, Barbatos turned his eyes to his creator, with a plea for help that even he didn't realize.

The Magic King, who was silent from the beginning to the end, drooped his eyelashes slightly, and said, "You should obey him, Barbatos."

The magic king's voice was cold, as if it came from the distant sky, with the indifference of a god, and the strength that cannot be questioned: "Maen is the lock of the 72 demon god pillars, he has the right to manage all demon gods, and will also be responsible for teaching you .”

"—you should respect him as you respect me."

Wang said.

After Barbatos listened, before he had time to answer, the young man named Mayne was the first to sneer.

"That's a beautiful speech. Are you so worried that he will piss me off, Solomon?"

Even the stupid Barbatos didn't notice it, but Mayne could tell that what the Magic King said was to favor him on the surface, but in fact he was giving advice to the Demon God Pillar to prevent the other party from continuing to die.

Solomon's heart is like a steelyard, and any decision can be weighed with extreme precision to find the best position to balance both ends... At any time, it is so rational that it makes your teeth itch!

Every time I look at Solomon's expressionless face, oh, of course, sometimes Solomon will deliberately make a smiling expression when rational judgment requires it, but...

Maine: Huh.

Probably aware of the young man's unhappiness, King Solomon sighed insignificantly: "If Barbatos is severely injured like the first seven pillars and has to be repaired on a large scale, the summoning progress of the Demon God Pillar at the back will be slowed down. greatly affected."

King Solomon couldn't help explaining when he thought of the seven "harbinger" pillars that were now placed in the back of the temple and had become completely miserable and dilapidated.

Mayne raised his jaw slightly, narrowing his eyes coldly: "Whose fault do you think this is?"

As soon as those Demon God Pillars saw him, they would burst out with incomparably intense emotions just like Barbatos now.

The trouble is, these Demon God Pillars have just been born, and they are still ignorant of everything, and they don't know how to calm their emotions reasonably.

Therefore, the most direct way for the dazzled Demon God Pillars to vent their anger was to kill Mayne who was the source of the loss of control.

Of course, without exception, these people who committed major deaths were all smashed by Mayne.

Barbatos was the eighth, and by far the best controlled, and so was lucky to avoid the fate of being company with his first seven compatriots, who did not die instantly.

As for why Mayne let the Demon God Pillar get out of control——

"You are my number one."

King Solomon stared at the young man, his golden eyes seemed to stir a deep turbine, his emotions were indistinguishable: "You are the beginning and the end. Protecting you and killing you are both the instinct of the Demon God Pillar."

The first magic created by Solomon is sealed in Mayne's body.

Except for Solomon himself and Mayne, no one knew the details of this magic trick, or in other words, it was impossible to know.

It is not incomprehensible that the Demon God Pillar, as the magic created after Solomon, would have such a strange chemical effect on Mayne who is the "beginner" and "first".

"how about you?"

Mayne leaned slightly, approaching the flawless king on the throne, and said in a low tone, "What do you think of me?"

Solomon knew from a long time ago that the young man's pair of magnificent purple eyes possessed incredible beauty.

But at this moment, when he looked at it infinitely close, he realized that the original impression was still too shallow—it should be like picking up the brilliance of hundreds of millions of light-years away and shining brightly. . . . it is breathtaking.

Wang's fingertips resting on the throne slightly curled up, but he quickly covered up the gaffe, which was not considered a gaffe, and returned to his usual calm appearance.

Solomon raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing a perfect, gentle smile: "You are my masterpiece, Mayne. I am proud of you, and you will share the glory with me."

While saying these words, a different voice faintly sounded from the bottom of Wang's heart——

No, it's not like that, and it's not just that.

To him, the young man in front of him is not just a simple relationship between a magician and the created magic formula.

Just like when he was alive, he would not refuse any request from the youth.Even if he dies later, he is willing to share the glory.

He wanted people to never forget the young man's name when singing the praises of King Solomon's great deeds.He wanted to make the name "Solomon" equal to "Main" and inseparable.

Such a feeling, such a feeling... What is this feeling?

The king who is not allowed to have a "self" is known as the omniscient and omnipotent king... but he is at a loss for what to do about it.

Thus, this small voice of protest, which even he could not detect, was quietly pressed into the bottom of his heart by Wang.

When he looked up again, he was still wise and great, like King Solomon who had never been confused.

"I'm proud of you, Mayne." King Solomon spoke again emphatically.

However, for King Solomon's unilaterally considered highest praise, the silver-haired youth was quite indifferent.

"That's really a big thank you for the compliment, Your Excellency the Magic King."

Mayne opened his mouth coolly, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

Seemingly unwilling to maintain the bent posture, Mayne took a step back.

When he stood up, as if he suddenly thought of something, Mayne raised his hand and took off Solomon's braided golden hoop.

In an instant, Solomon's left bundle of long hair, which was originally braided together, fell out messily, and lay soft and fluffy on his forehead, like a ball of curly wool, decisively covering most of his vision.

Solomon: "..."

"I don't know why, but when I suddenly thought that I combed your hair with my help, and I made the headband with magic - I was super upset."

Mayne looked down at the expressionless Magic King on the throne, no, or because he was too confused, so the magic king temporarily blanked his expression, and sneered: "In this way, it can be regarded as returning the property to its original owner. You have no objection."

Solomon: "..."

Mayne ignored the still motionless Wang, turned around and left after finishing speaking.

Barbatos, who was still in the center of the temple, saw this and wanted to say something, but was instantly frightened by the silver-haired youth's eyes and trembled, sobbed pitifully, and dared not speak.

The moment he stepped out of the temple, the golden headband was thrown out by Mayne, and then hit the clean ground, making a "jingling" rolling sound.

The guard at the door trembled when he heard the sound, and trembled three times——

"Master Mayne...is he in a bad mood?"

"It must be the king who ran away the popularity of Mayne again!"

"I don't know how long the king will coax you this time...I bet seven days."

"Seven days? Just kidding, just rely on our king's EQ—I'll bet it for a month!"

The reflex arc circles the earth for two weeks·Note Gusheng·Solomon: ...Wait, why did Mayne leave all of a sudden?

...can anyone tell him what happened? ? ?