"Are you coming to inspect your territory?"
After the devil straightened up, there was a scarlet cloak on his arm. When he spoke, the nightmare carriage had come out of the dark fog.
Just as the devil was about to stretch out his hand to make an inviting gesture, the nightmares murmured happily, and with brisk footsteps, "da, da, da" ran to the king's side.
In the last trip to hell, they played a big role in the hunting plan of the king and the devil. If the Nightmare had not brilliantly carried the king through the rain of brimstone and fire, and sent the king to the devil, the final outcome would have been difficult to determine.
Nightmare bowed his head in front of the king, handed his horn to the king, and invited the king before the devil.
Their corners are a little cool to the touch.
The king's expression softened slightly, and he stood up, tacitly agreeing to the devil's proposal. The skulls on the carriage made a cheerful "cluck" sound, and the devil secretly scolded these guys who were flattering to the first-class technology, shook off the black cloak, and draped it over the king.
"I am delighted with your promise. My dear sire."
The devil sent the king into the carriage and said with a smile.
The black fog surged, and the carriage drove into the dark world.
When the nightmare carriage disappeared into the darkness, Illinois stood at the window of the tower, looking in the direction of the king's bedroom.
"Do you know that Your Majesty has been in contact with hell? You didn't stop him?"
Charles asked in a low voice.
"Why should I object?" The Queen Mother Eleanor's voice was a little cold, "There is no difference between the world and hell, if there is any place that can bring some help to my child and make him happy, even if What if it's hell?"
She paused.
"Sometimes, the dark creatures that are rejected by people are much simpler than humans themselves."
Charles was silent.
He knew that when William III and the Duke of Buckingham made their decisions, they would indeed sacrifice a lot for the country and the future. In the bottom of Eleanor's heart, she still can't accept that her child has such a painful past, right? In order to win, sacrificing so much happiness of children is still difficult for a mother to let go.
In the night, a black crow fluttered its wings and flew.
The raven landed in front of the Queen Mother of Eleanor, and it brought a reply from the astrologers.
After the First Honorable Meeting, the King's Black Wings were not disbanded, but became the Local Response Committees—in fact, they were the King's intelligence services. When the king left the Rose Palace and went north to fight the rebellion, the organization was temporarily handed over to General John.
After officially becoming a "Defender" and inheriting his father's title, General John has more to deal with.
From among the "Black Wings" the King selected a very capable commissioner to serve as the Chairman of the Public Response Committee - privately known as "The Crow's Head". In the Rose Palace, after General John, the person who took over Black Wing became the Queen Mother of Illinois, and she had a better talent than General John in this regard.
"They landed."
Queen Illinois whispered.
"Hopefully they know what to do."
A cold light flashed in Eleanor's eyes.
Charles knows her character all too well... I hope those astrologers don't have other ideas, otherwise they are likely to face the long sword from the warrior queen.
From the moment the astrologers set foot on the land of Legrand, their every move will be under the watch of the royal family of Legrand.
The King's "Black Wing" has begun to initially show its ability to monitor Legrand.
Here, nothing can hide from the king.
…
hell.
As soon as he walked out of the gates of hell, the king heard some strange melody, which was completely different from all the tunes he had ever heard. From the notes to the rhythm, there is an absurd and evil spirit that is not found in the world, like countless bones colliding with each other—that is, countless bones playing together.
The carriage stopped on a lake of fire and sulfur, and in front of the king, countless skeletons were lined up neatly, like a huge legion waiting to be reviewed.
And this army of undead, which seems to be able to sweep the entire world, is not holding a gun.
The skeletons at the very front were holding some antique instruments, with their nimble fingers pulling the organs and strings. Behind them, the more complete skeletons use their metacarpal bones to tap their shoulder blades to make strange noises, and the less complete ones use their skulls as wooden fish for their partners to tap...
The king didn't know what to say for a while.
Compared with the hell he had seen a few times before, the dead silence of this hell was gone, and it could be said that it was full of vitality.
— and a little too much life.
The devil stretched out his hand and took the king from the carriage.
At the moment when the king arrived, the Symphony of Skeletons, like the soldiers who finally waited for the reviewers, performed more and more diligently. Beside them, the brimstone lake of fire turned into a gorgeous fountain at this time, and golden brimstone spewed from it, like a dazzling fire tree, and even changed its height with the melody.
Together they sang a mighty hymn.
The melody is magnificent, as if the soldiers who had been sleeping for many years were able to serve their monarchs again.
"What is this? Hell Symphony?"
The king looked at the skeletons who were trying to play, and asked with a bit of a smile. Everything in front of me is absurd and bizarre, but it can also be called peculiarly beautiful.
"Your hell symphony."
The devil corrected.
His Majesty was born a king, and people would expect him to be brave enough, wise enough, strong enough, and invincible enough. But who wants his majesty to be happy enough? Kings, who have the authority of glory, should not be surrounded by joy
"Then why don't I know, hell is so good at welcoming?"
The king asked back.
"You know." The devil said briskly with a smile, "It's our hell's specialty to lead people to depravity, how about it? My dear majesty, do you now think that hell is more like a blissful existence than the human world? world?"
Like a conductor, he raised his hand and waved.
The skeletons made their final high notes, and they bowed neatly before the king—if this were an army of men, it would have been a spectacle. But they only have a skeleton left, which is kind of funny.
The sound of flapping wings sounded, and a crow flapped its wings and landed on a stone beside the king.
"Hello, Monra."
The king still remembered the crow's name.
Munra was bouncing on the boulders, his dark wings flapping crossed, imitating a human trying to salute the king. Before the king was amused by it, the devil bent down and grabbed its wings, lifted it up and threw it behind him: "Please don't mind the rudeness of this idiot."
"Okay." The king restrained his smile, "Saint Vaal's blood brought this place back to life?"
"You are so cold and ruthless. I thought the atmosphere at the moment could be called romantic? My dear majesty." The devil protested.
"A hellish romance?"
"Of course. Well..." The devil bowed to the king, raised his hand and tapped his left chest like a knight saluting, "In fact, we have come to swear allegiance to you."
When the devil bowed, the skeletons all knelt down on one knee.
"You have already executed a lackey of the Holy Court, and the war between the Holy Court and you has begun." The devil smiled in a low voice, "However, you also know that it is difficult for Legrand to stop Bryce today. West has become the footsteps of the gods on the ground. The time you have is so short, what do you want to use to make Legrand have the power to fight against the Holy Court in the shortest time?"
"Alchemist? They left too little."
"Astrology? Look, Your Majesty, you can't even trust me, let alone those guys who used to serve the Holy Court?"
"Your mad scientists? Given enough time for you and them, I believe you could indeed accomplish an unprecedented change... but the Holy See won't give you so much time."
…
The devil got down on one knee, and he looked up at the king: "So, now is the time for hell to work for you."
Behind him, the skeleton army was silent, and even Munla stopped flapping his wings.
"What do you want?" the king asked slowly, looking at the devil.
"Enough blood, angel's, god's, holy court's... all." The devil laughed and held out his hand. "You see, we have a common enemy. We are on the same front, aren't we? ?"
"Not necessarily."
The king replied, but also held out his hand.
The devil kissed the back of the king's hand.
Mengla flapped his wings, and the skeletons played a cheerful melody again.
More than a thousand years have passed, and the devil has led his army to fight again for his monarch.
…
Hell, as the devil says, is very good at how to lead people to fall. After the solemn symphony, the skeletons set up a huge stage and performed a wonderful play for the king, with actors including but not limited to skeletons, demons, ghosts, and the corpse of a shepherd.
These plays choreographed by the creatures of hell for the king are artistic enough to become classics on earth.
The undead singer sang loudly on the stage, dressed in intricate classical costumes from hundreds of years ago, elegant and graceful with dictionaries. Behind it, the skeleton warriors rode their warhorses, fighting fiercely together, as the lyrics sing. The defeated skeletons were soon scattered into piles of bones and thrown high off the stage.
However, the bones were soon put back together again below the stage.
"Can the current hell allow ordinary people to enter?"
The king suddenly asked.
The devil is standing behind the king, who is also enjoying the opera on the stage. Hearing the king's question, he gave an affirmative answer: "If there are not many."
"That's it."
The king's eyes swept across the lake of fire and sulfur.
"Why do I suddenly feel that you have already planned to make hell work? Is that so, my dear majesty?" the devil asked keenly.
"Building a factory shouldn't take too long for skeletons who don't need rest, right?"
The king confirmed the devil's guess with a question.
"...Are you planning to build a hellish military factory?"
The devil looked at the king silently.
For a split second, the devil, who is known for his eloquent tongue, could not find words to describe...
Hell, shouldn't a normal monarch be interested in the strength and immortality of an army of skeletons? ! How did he come to His Majesty and become a worker who does not need wages or rest