Absolute Protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Dark clouds piled up layer by layer on the horizon, and the huge shadows quickly swallowed up the remaining light, and the bells of the church in the center of the city sounded in the distance.

The heavy rain tore through the thick dark clouds and poured down.

On a remote street in the eastern district of Kale City, a teenager was limping along in the rainstorm. His worn linen jacket was wet from the rainstorm, and his dark brown curly hair was also wet on his face.When walking, the faint blood stains on the knees were washed down by the rain along the calves, and the short trousers were stained red.

"Little ghost, what's the matter with you? Didn't you go to the upper city to steal some young master's purse and be discovered by the nobles?"

Rows of low and old houses on the side of the street are like building blocks lined up. In the tavern facing the street, the drunks drinking low-quality ale burst into laughter.

The young man turned his head nervously, quickly raised his head and glanced at those people, his dark brown eyes were full of anxiety, and he held a few copper Nair tightly in his palm.

"Hey! Little Chris, just now I saw Boss Yasen and the others inquiring about your address, and they brought a few noble mages to your side. Is it because you have been accused of helping Father Anderson before? gone?"

The tavern owner hadn't finished his kind reminder when he saw the limping boy running over like a gust of wind, splashing mud almost hitting his face.

The drunks around laughed again.

"Quick, hurry up!"

Chris bit his lip, endured the sharp pain from his knee, and ran wildly in the rain.

Boss Yasen is the little leader of the gang in Carlisle City, and the East District is his territory.He has always been vicious and cruel. Chris once saw him knock off the legs of a child who did not pay enough protection fees, and even the bones were exposed.He didn't pay the money in time yesterday. It seems that Boss Yasen must have found his home.

Maybe the few companions who stayed at home will suffer!

Thinking of this, he thought of the boy he took in two days ago, who looked like a down-and-out noble young master.Chris could swear he had never seen such a good-looking person in his life.If Boss Yasen finds out, he will definitely not let that boy go, and maybe he will sell him to those fat nobles in the upper city.

Chris's steps became more urgent.

Although that weird noble young master seems to be not so clear-headed, he has always claimed to be the prince of the empire-this is really a sentence that is even more unreliable than the oath of a gambler!Even he, a commoner who grew up in a slum, knew that the empire had collapsed and the blood of the royal family had been cursed and died long ago—at the same time, this noble young master was not easy to get along with, but he gave it enough. His ten kinners rescued his sick companion in time, and he must not let the other party be taken away!

Messy thoughts were running around in his head, Chris was worried about the safety of his companions, and also worried about the situation of the noble young master, coupled with the terrifying impression that Boss Yasen had always left on him, his dark brown eyes became more and more intense. disturbed.

The boy subconsciously reached out and grabbed something on his chest through the rough linen cloth.It was the cross left to him by Father Anderson.

Father Anderson was a priest in the church of Calle City, and was later sent down to the slums of the East End.

He is gentle, tolerant, and knowledgeable. He not only named Chris and his companions, but even taught them a lot of words.He wholeheartedly served the gods and spread the teachings of the gods. He once helped many people in the slums to heal their illnesses for free, and he was never greedy or asking for money like other priests.In the hearts of orphans like Chris, Father Anderson once replaced the image of his father.

But on Judgment Day last month, this pious and pure ascetic, together with other despicable and greedy priests, was burned to death on the cross in front of the church by angry people.

Just because the high gods suddenly stopped answering the prayers of the believers, people blamed the sins on these apostles who claimed to be gods in the world. the glory of the Lord.

boom!

Silver dragons danced in the sky, and large groups of dark clouds were twisted into pieces.It's like God's punishment.

The young man clenched the cross in his hand and walked quickly.He whispered the prayers given to him by the priest.

Amidst the low silent recitation, the anxious expression of the young man gradually calmed down, as if he had gained some kind of strength to support his soul from it.

And the dilapidated small courtyard where he and his companions lived also appeared before his eyes.

At this time, Chris was in the mood to sort out what the tavern owner said. He remembered the "Master Master" mentioned by the other party, and suddenly had a guess in his heart.

Could it be that Boss Yasen came here not for his own protection fee, but to obey the orders of Master Mage?Will their target be the noble young master?

With all kinds of guesses in his heart, Chris was distracted for a while, and he didn't know what he stepped on, and the whole person slipped and rushed to the ground, and fell firmly into the puddle.

He raised his head reluctantly, just facing the direction of the courtyard gate.

The dilapidated door of the small courtyard fell to the ground lightly like a piece of paper, soaked in the dirty rainwater.A group of red-robed mages stood in the courtyard with their backs to him. They were protected from wind and rain, and their dark red robes were not wrinkled.Like a fire burning in the rain.

And the noble boy who claimed to be the prince of the empire was surrounded by red-robed mages.Her golden hair was dimmed, and her snow-white face lost its color.

Chris's body froze involuntarily. He raised his head and stared blankly at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

Torrential rain poured down from the sky, and the gusts of wind blew the crimson robes of the mages like flames.

In the brilliance of magic spells, the falling raindrops were like meteorites falling one by one, or like ice arrows shooting all over the sky, and the final targets were all the young people surrounded by them.

That weird noble boy was surrounded by dots of white light, which formed a shield to protect him in the center.It's just that this layer of shield is being weakened by continuous magic attacks, and the flickering brilliance is becoming more and more dim.

"Give up your resistance, Your Highness Sivis." With his back to Chris, the leading red-robed mage said slowly, "Although it was just an accident to discover your existence, the power of our mages is not the only one left in your hands. A little holy armor can resist."

He took a step forward, and his calm voice seemed to pronounce the truth: "The decaying empire ruled by the church has been shattered, and the blood of the royal family should not remain in the world."

The magic radiance around him became even more intense, shattering the radiance around the young man in an instant, but the next moment a necklace on his chest lit up with a faint red light, and another ray of radiance rose around him.

"Despicable mage, shameless and greedy jackal, don't think I don't know what you gophers are doing in secret!"

In the barrier of light, the boy's green pupils seemed to be burning with two clusters of flames. Without hesitation, he took out a silver dagger and cut his wrist.

"I, the seventeenth prince of the Baia Empire, the descendant of the sacred blood, Iser Sivis, use flesh and blood as a guide, and soul as a sacrifice, to sacrifice to the demon king of the abyss, and I will never let your plot succeed! "

Dark red blood dripped down along the incision, and the blood that fell on the ground squirmed, and a long blood-red snake circled on the ground, forming a strange and complicated pattern around the boy.

Some kind of strange language was whispered out by him.

"...It is actually an evil means of sacrificing demons that is forbidden by the church!"

Outside the courtyard gate, Chris, who had heard Father Anderson tell these stories, quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and his body began to tremble.

The first syllable was pronounced, as if a heavy hammer was hammering down on Chris's head, and as the syllables were uttered one after another, dizziness, pain, confusion, and all kinds of negative states made him terrified.

"Sacrificing your soul to the devil? Are you crazy?!"

The calm expressions of the mages have changed, and the range of waving their staffs has become significantly larger, and the meticulous red robes have become messy as a result.The brilliance of all spells overwhelmed the young man.At this moment, they all exhausted all the strength in their bodies.

When the barrier of light shattered, a deep vortex emerged in front of the pale young prince. The dark and thick black mist swelled in the vortex, easily absorbing the elemental energy attacked by the mages.

There seems to be a certain existence in the black mist that is constantly impacting the diaphragm of the material plane, and is about to descend here.The inexplicable atmosphere of chaos emanates along with the unique smell of sulfur in the abyss.

Under the unique coercion of high-level beings, all mages could not help but prostrate on the ground, powerless to resist.

Their fiery robes were soaked in the filthy rain.

The demon lord behind the vortex finally showed a claw and half a ferocious head.Under the blessing of the sacrificial contract, the barrier of the material plane was easily torn by him, and his salivating gaze was like a wanderer who had been hungry for a long time met a rich meal.

"Hey hey hey, very good, I'm very satisfied—" the demon lord let out a burst of laughter, the expression on his ferocious head suddenly changed, and the coercion exuded became even more terrifying, "...someone dares to snatch my prey?"

This sentence just fell, and before he could respond, a white palm protruded from the vortex behind the demon lord, and grabbed the horns on his head.

With just a fluttering tug of this seemingly weak palm, it mercilessly dragged the head of the demon lord back into the vortex.

Then, there was a scream.

The pale-faced Iser Sivis fell into the strange array of blood, and his soul continued to dissipate with the power of the contract.Seeing the summoned demon lord disappear suddenly, his blue pupils were involuntarily stained with despair.

At this time, an illusory figure stepped out of the vortex. Under the robe that was darker than Yong Ye, the hair fluttered like moonlight. To the young prince whose eyes gradually became loose.

He leaned down and placed a finger on the boy's forehead.

"Well, don't worry. Although I changed people halfway, I will complete your contract."

His tone was natural, with a sense of determination.The despair in the young man's eyes faded away, and his soul completely dissipated.

And the illusory figure of the mysterious man melted like moonlight, lightly blending into this brand new body.

The red-robed mages who were originally suppressed by the demon lord finally regained their ability to move. They couldn't help holding the staff in their hands, and looked at this existence that was more terrifying than the demon lord with vigilant and fearful eyes.

The boy on the ground stood up again, his golden hair shone in the rain, and his blue pupils seemed to have a deep and mysterious lake.

From his gaze, the mages read an ominous premonition: "Your Excellency..."

"I'm sorry everyone." The young man showed a gentle smile, as bright as the morning sun, "Since the contract has been fulfilled, I can only invite you to die."

He stretched out his hand forward.

Boom!

The gloomy sky turned into a sea of ​​thunder in an instant, and the flashing thunder roared on the sky, as if some existence in the dark was offended.

The whole world seemed to be flooded with flashing lightning. Chris, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but squinted his eyes, reached out with one hand and covered the cross on his chest again, and muttered prayers in a low voice.

When he opened his eyes again, the vast thunder light in front of him had disappeared, and the rainstorm had stopped inexplicably.

The figures of the red-robed mages in the courtyard completely disappeared, as if they had been wiped out of the world, only the strange sacrificial circle remained on the ground.

Holding the cross, he stared blankly as if watching an incredible miracle.

"Are you angry? Sure enough, you can't use too much power that doesn't belong to this world..."

The boy in the courtyard looked up at the sky, showing a strange smile.

Immediately afterwards, he walked towards Chris without haste, bent over and stretched out his hand to Chris who was still lying in the puddle.

Chris was stunned.

The boy was a little funny: "What? Don't you plan to get up?"

Chris in the puddle was still staring at him blankly.

It is obviously the same body, but with a different soul in it, but the young man at this moment shows a completely different temperament from before.And this indescribable special temperament made Chris couldn't help being fascinated.

I don't know when the dark clouds will dissipate, and the sky is sunny.The golden sun shone on the young man's golden hair and reflected in his emerald green eyes.He bent down and stretched out his hand to Chris, who was in a panic in the mud puddle, with a gentle and brilliant smile on his face.

In a trance, Chris remembered a picture he had seen on the murals of the church when Father Anderson was still there. That mural was painted by Father Anderson and was called "God's Appearance".

In the bright twilight, the god descended from the sky. He bent down and stretched out his hand to his believers who were in the quagmire, so the flame of light rose up, and all the darkness was dispelled.

Chris looked past the boy to the sky.

At this time the sun rose and the clouds cleared away.