Hell, an abyss.
Tergai is a lord of hell.
It hides in an abyss of hell, hiding its power in rocky beaches and black mist. In some cases, it was able to release its avatar into the world through the cracks on the night of St. Vaal, where the line between hell and earth was blurred, and devour the lost in the wilderness.
But in hell, Tergai was just one inconspicuous lord among the many.
What is hell
Here is where all sins converge, the palace of evil. All creatures living in hell, from the moment they were born, wrote blood and violence into their flesh and bones. In fact, there are bloody battles going on in hell all the time.
Because hell died a long time ago, and the dark red blood curtain in the sky is the blood of hell.
When hell is not dead, there are endless dark forces here, which are endless, and these forces are the source of many creatures in hell. But when hell dies, it becomes dry and barren, and even the living creatures in hell become difficult and harsh. There is always a fierce wind that can grind the soul a little bit in the wilderness. Unwilling to absorb the dark breath.
The powerful demons that climbed out of the Wall of Insects can be more free, but ordinary dead creatures, such as skeletons, can only dismantle themselves and spread on the rocks, sleeping to resist the erosion of death.
The only places that are better are some places where there are gaps that can communicate with the human world—from those gaps, the evil thoughts of the human world can continue to pour in.
It is precisely because of this that the lords of hell are always fighting, fighting, and occupying a lot of territory. It can be said that this is the most primitive battlefield.
Tilde is the hell lord who occupied a gap.
It successfully killed the lord next door with trickery three days ago, expanding its territory a bit. While spreading his mother's nest, Tyrde looked greedily towards the east of him, and countless compound eyes were full of longing.
In the chaotic hell, the ownership of the territory is changing almost all the time.
Except for one place—
City of Black Rock.
That's where the madman who calls himself the "Soul Merchant" is guarding.
The Wall of Hundred Insects, the River of Undead, the Peak of Thousand Ren, and the King City are all there. It can be said that it is the best place in the whole hell! There is the best lake of fire and sulfur, which is the closest to the gate of hell, and the peak of Qianren can block some strong winds.
Most importantly, there is "Black Rock Castle".
All hell lords peeped over that castle, instinctively longing to occupy it, the supreme authority of hell.
Not that no lord tried to snatch it.
In fact, all the lords of hell will feel endless greed the moment they look at it - all evil creatures want to occupy a higher and more terrifying authority, and that castle is the highest authority and the most brilliant in the whole hell. palace. But for over a thousand years, no second lord has managed to set foot there.
All lords who tried to fight for it failed.
Even in hell, the battles surrounding the castle are so numerous that the scalps of all creatures go numb and shudders rise from the depths of their souls.
Most of the higher creatures in hell have special abilities, and their inheritance is engraved in memory, and they have it from the moment of birth. The older the race, the richer the memories passed down.
Tilde had seen some hideous pictures in his inherited memory, which were the battles that broke out around "Black Rock Castle".
- Black swarms of butterflies soared into the sky, drowning the army of bones like a tide. The terrifying ancient lords who joined forces and the devil who claimed to be just a "soul merchant" dressed in black fought in mid-air, and both sides used nothing. The final result of the battle was that the lords who joined forces retreated, and the devil in black stood on the tower of the castle and slowly wiped his sword.
It's just a pity that there are too few memories passed down, and it doesn't know what happened in hell a long time ago.
And about "Blackrock Castle" and everything it stands for, only the oldest lords know. But even for them, that seems to be a taboo that cannot be mentioned.
For so long, all hell lords have longed for that castle of black stone and serpent bones by nature, but there has always been a veil shrouded in the past it represents.
Taboo, mysterious, dangerous.
After peeping at the palace like a vicious dog that covets bones, Tyrd was drooling and preparing to return to his old lair. However, just when it turned countless compound eyes, a mutation occurred.
The dark red sky of hell suddenly tore a crack, and a blood-colored meteor fell from the crack and crashed into the king city.
The moment the meteor fell, the wind in the wilderness suddenly became violent, the voice was sharp like the howling of a banshee, the air vibrated, and the sulphur boiled, as if a calm lake suddenly set off a monstrous turbulent.
At the moment when the meteor was about to fall to the castle, the snake bones entrenched on the mountain peaks on the Blackstone Castle suddenly rose high, all the pale and slender bone spurs gathered in an instant, and the snake bones became strange and strange in an instant. And at the moment when the meteor fell, the skull of the giant snake was fully opened, and it gave a deafening roar to the sky.
The roar was majestic and terrifying.
That is, Long Ming!
When he heard the dragon roar, Tyder suddenly understood one thing - what was entrenched on the Blackrock Castle was not a snake bone, but it was mistaken for a giant snake's keel because it was too long!
That is the dragon's long neck and head!
The black group of butterflies soared into the sky like a carnival, drowning the space, and the dragon's roar from the bones echoed for a long time, and the sound was immemorial.
The whole hell is buzzing.
All the ancient beings awoke from their long sleep with a roar of disbelief. All the sound waves came together, and countless places were shattered, lava splashed, anger, fear... All strong and complex emotions erupted in an instant.
The black butterflies dispersed, and the king opened his eyes in the Dragon Skeleton Castle.
The moment he opened his eyes—
The thousand-year-old kingdom is open.
…
1433, spring.
"The Lord has forgiven the sins of the world in this year, and we should repent with shame that we once questioned God." The last Blacy Kingdom court chronicler used this sentence as the last word of the dynasty. Record. After putting down his pen, he bowed obediently to the silver cross in the room.
After the mighty miracles came, the Black Death that made people fear disappeared.
At the moment when the angel appeared in the clouds, the doubts about the Holy Court in recent years were like the dust on the diamond being blown away. The prestige of the Holy Court has reached an unprecedented peak. On the east side of the Abyss Strait, people frantically rushed to the arms of God, knelt down in front of the priest, and kissed their insteps.
After the miracle, the Pope walked out of the Cathedral of Aselli, and he was greeted with cheers from everyone.
King Charles knelt at the Pope's feet, took off his crown, and offered his hands to the Pope. The moment the worldly crown overlaps the divine crown, the kingdom of God, is born.
Blasey's Kingdom became history, replaced by:
"Holy Empire".
On the first day of the establishment of the Holy Empire, the Pope announced that from now on, the divine calendar will be implemented, and the year 1433 will be changed to a holy year. Silver crosses hang on all government offices.
The first thing a Pope, or Holy Emperor, after being crowned, is to purge heresy.
…
Holy Empire, Pete Town.
In a hotel, a sad-faced Qingjun poet dipped in ink to write a letter.
"Dear Annie:
Forgive me for calling you "Annie", you know where I am now. I have to be careful, I have to leave no traces for them to find you. Where there is a ten thousandth of a danger, I will not bring them to you—you know, I would give my life for you.
I don't know if I'm crazy or if the world is crazy.
My friend, Albi has been put to death - because he is a heretic! ! !
OMG! Albi, he is so kind, he can memorize the holy book, how can he be a heretic! They burned him just because he protested when Tom's stupid and greedy priest had become the sheriff of Colin County.
… The Flogging faction is also considered heresy, but they are all just devout believers who do nothing but sing and flogging themselves - is it a sin to refuse extravagance? I don't know why this is.
Can you believe it? I've seen a lot of people who are wildly mad, but their madness terrifies me.
… I believe in the Lord, I believe in the Lord, but are they really right? My dear lady, you must be careful, now anyone who behaves a little out of the ordinary may be considered a witch and a heretic.
I see heresies increasing day by day, witches everywhere, but I dare not say anything.
I think they're about to find me.
…
What more can I say
Can I write tender love poems for you again? Can I still touch your eyebrows
Why should the song of the nightingale be sung from now on? "
Just as he was about to write his name, the door to the room was smashed.
The poet was startled at first, then subconsciously grabbed a pile of manuscripts on the table and put the unfinished letter into his arms. Just as he had done all this, the knight of the Inquisition dragged him out.
The stake was erected in the square of the town, the judges wore black robes that symbolized sacred majesty, they held holy books, and devout believers had already crowded over.
The poet was not alone in the trial.
There are old merchants, young virgins, blind old women who make a living by massaging people...
The first to judge is the poet.
The Inquisitor lifted up the volume of the verse that was copied: "We should grieve the weak who were innocently despised / We should become servile executioners / We should think of extreme ignorance, and we should pay tribute to the stupidity of the head of the bull / We should kiss Stupid idiots / And infinite worship / We are blessed with the glimmer of corruption[1]...How dare you write such blasphemous sinful words?"
"I have not blasphemed the Lord." The poet tried to defend himself, but his voice was drowned out by the angry rebukes of the crowd.
The crowd shouted:
"Burn this heretic!"
"Sinner! Go to hell!"
"Burn him!"
…
Stones hit him in the face, blood drips, and the poet bows his head in despair.
The interrogation continues.
"Someone accused you of dealing with demons, and you wandered at night because you were guided by evil spirits, didn't you?" the priest asked the terrified little girl.
The little girl sobbed: "I don't, I don't know."
"She's lying! The red marks on her face are a pact with hell!" the whistleblower in the crowd chanted.
The poet turned his head and saw that the little girl had a red birthmark on her face.
"I don't know how to repent!"
The judge roared angrily.
The little girl burst into tears.
The poet looked around - the potbellied priest with his ornate gemstone ring sitting in the seat belonging to the mayor, everyone knew he was just a greedy idiot; the young girl was crying shrilly... The boundless anger swept over and he suddenly broke free Pressing his knight, he stood up:
"She is innocent!"
The crowd booed.
How does a heretic prove another witch's innocence
Small stones came from all directions, the poet was the first to be dragged to the stake, and the poems in his arms were scattered all over the place.
"She is innocent!"
"She's not a witch!"
"That whistleblower just wants a bonus!"
…
He was still shouting loudly.
The person who reported the little witch was full of anger: "He's crazy! He's a lunatic!"
The priest pronounced:
"David and Hibira testified;
The world will melt in fire,
That day is the day of the wrath of God,
When the judge will drive in the future,
Everything must be carefully cross-examined and strictly liquidated
How shall I tremble! [2]"
The knight cast flames on the young poet. A piece of poem floated up, and the poet saw his own words. At the moment when the fire burned, he let out a mournful cry.
He howled, his face distorted by the red fire and pain, but choked up to explain to everyone:
"She's not a witch! We're not criminals!"
"You are guilty! You are wrong!"
In his cries, people trampled over his poems, not paying attention to what was written on them, but cursing angrily:
"He's crazy!"
Volume 2 "Bloody Tyrant" ends
The author has something to say: [1] Quoting "The Flower of Evil" Baudelaire
[2] Quote "Requiem"
See you tomorrow for Volume 3 of "Mad Men's Head".