The treacherous lord's skinny wrist was clasped by a blood-pale hand, and his triumphant laughter was cut off. A few seconds ago, he was satisfied, but now he was trembling with fear.
"You... you pretended to be dead? Impossible! You are already dead!"
The treacherous lord's voice was sharp, sharp, and piercing.
It had just clearly controlled the king and took back the authority it had given him! There is absolutely no way for a demon without authority to survive Basilisk's fatal blow.
The devil, pierced by Basilisk's heart, miraculously stood up from the throne.
He turned around, then threw the amputated arm of the treacherous lord on the ground, and bowed gracefully to the frightened and angry treacherous lord: "Thank you for your support."
The treacherous lord's gaze moved from the devil to the king behind him, and the king looked at the treacherous lord blankly, and it finally reacted.
"You didn't take your authority back at all! You've been performing since the beginning!"
The treacherous lord screamed hysterically, and the lord named " treacherous" one day fell into someone else's conspiracy. It seems that this kind of situation where you think you are playing with people in the palm of your hand, but in the end you are in the calculation of others from beginning to end, is more exciting than victory that turns into defeat in the blink of an eye.
It vaguely understood something, but still couldn't figure out how the king did it.
"A mortal... how could a mortal escape my control?!"
It shouted wildly, waving its broken arm.
"This place is forbidden."
The king folded his hands and rested on the authority of the bones. He calmly looked at the mad and treacherous lord and ordered.
The voice fell, a muffled sound, and the figure of the treacherous lord appeared at the door of the main hall.
The "Tricky Lord" who was waving his broken arm in the hall was still roaring madly, but the face of the real Trickster Lord at the entrance of the hall was gloomy. The devil took his sword and walked towards the deceitful lord. When he passed the "deceitful lord", the "deceitful lord" who was roaring disappeared with a snap.
"Why go so fast?"
The devil smiled, and the wound pierced by Basilisk on his back was wiggling and healing fast.
Only he and the king knew what was going on.
The treacherous lord guessed wrong, and the king was really under his control just now. Because only in this way can they successfully deceive the extremely suspicious and treacherous lord. But the power of authority was still on the devil - the king did not take it back.
That's another command.
Before the banquet began, when preparing for the battle, the devil told the king about the situation of the various lords of hell one by one.
When referring to the "tricky lord", the devil smiled and asked the king: "No matter who it is, there will always be a seed of doubt in your heart, Your Majesty. As long as you don't trust me at all, then it can use that crack to let You and I are killing each other, so... do you trust me?"
The moonlight was cold, and the devil still had that mask-like smile on his face. He looked at the king, waiting for an answer.
"Do not."
The king said lightly.
The devil spread his hands unsurprisingly.
Such a cold answer is indeed his Majesty's usual style. It's a doomed answer... a king can never give 100% trust, let alone a... uh, a devil full of lies
"So..." The king crossed his fingers and looked up at him quietly, "an order."
The king's face was half moonlit and half hidden in the darkness.
"It is forbidden to return authority to me in battle."
The devil looked at him for a long time and smiled slightly. He leaned over to hold the king's hand, kissed the back of his hand, and said lightly, "Follow your orders, Your Majesty."
This is an order that the lords of hell could never have imagined. No lord would give such an order when he gave his power to others—it was equivalent to allowing betrayal. Who can guarantee that the knife will not turn its head in the battle and point at itself
If the treacherous lord knew what the king had ordered, would he think his majesty was crazy
The devil thought casually.
He stepped on the deceitful lord's shriveled chest, and the kick was so fierce that the deceitful lord's ribs were all broken. The devil leaned down and grabbed the treacherous lord's throat, then turned his head and smiled at the king: "Your Majesty, please allow me to leave for a while."
After the king gave permission, the devil dragged the treacherous lord with one hand and walked outside the temple.
"When you just stared at people with those rabbit eyes, I had already crushed the head of the god." The devil said softly, the smile on his face gradually turned cold, "Who allowed you to touch my treasure?"
With a bang, he slowly smashed the deceitful lord's eyes.
Like the most personable gentleman in the world, with the rigor of a scholar doing research, he smashed all the bones of the treacherous lord bit by bit. He looked down at the treacherous lord coldly, with fury in the depths of his eyes, as if a beast whose territory had been violated was tearing the unknowing fellow to pieces with its sharp claws.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time."
the devil whispered.
He has long wanted to tear these guys into pieces little by little, in order to quell the anger and hatred in his heart.
…
The dragon-wing battleship hovered in the sky.
The territory of the treacherous lord has been submerged in a sea of fire, and the warships swooped down from time to time, ramming along with the terrible sound of the wind. The pirates on the battleship roared and shouted excitedly. These outlaws carried the most primitive violence in their bones. The fierce fighting method of the Dragon Wing battleship not only did not make them feel afraid, but inspired their fierceness. sex.
"One more time! One more time!"
The pirates brandished their spears and shouted.
The dragon-wing battleship hovered in mid-air, retracted its wings in response, and slanted downwards.
Kacha Kacha, where the black iron battleship hit, the stone pillar collapsed, the hall was crumbling, and the dead army on the ground was crushed into pieces like ants.
The pirates cheered and shouted in unison for the warship, and they struggled to turn the rudder of the ship, controlling the balance of the details for the warship, lest the warship really crashed directly into the ground.
When Captain Hawkins commanded and planned to let the warships attack in a large area, the palace of the treacherous lord completely collapsed with a "bang". The guard, who was still struggling at first, stood there in a daze, motionless.
Captain Hawkins bit the grass roots and waved his hand to stop the battleship.
Dragon-like warships hover in the air, casting huge shadows that will shroud the ruined palace.
At this moment, a dazzling light shot into the sky from the direction of the distant Blackstone Castle, and the dragon roar came from far away. Humming, the air vibrates.
"Look!"
A pirate noticed something, and he pointed to the ground not far away.
I saw the treacherous lord's territory full of jagged rocks, a place where they thought it was a crack, and a river with white mist gushed out. Soon the sound of water boomed, and the water roared and rushed from a distance. In a flash, the crack became a tributary of a long river of hell.
In the hazy white fog, a new undead was faintly born.
Grela watched this scene, she vaguely understood what was going on.
Hawkins looked at her: "Success?"
"Well, Your Majesty's side succeeded." Grey stretched her hand on the railing, and turned to look at the pirates: "Your Majesty won! We won!"
The pirates were stunned for a moment, and then threw their hats high in the air: "Long live Legrand! Long live the king!"
The iron wings of the Dragon Wing battleship slowly fanned, making the sound of metal gear turning.
The battle is over, and all that remains is triumph.
The warships rose slowly into the sky, and they turned around and flew towards Blackrock Castle. Along the way, Grela saw the land of hell, the dry riverbed was refilled with river water, and the lava spewed from the lake like thousands of flowers.
The Mengla Crow flew out of the Qianren Peak with people from the military industry sector. It looked at the long river of undead flowing rapidly, and its eyes filled with tears.
A thousand years have passed, with the long river of undead rushing to various places in hell, this cursed place of chaos has finally revealed an orderly atmosphere once again.
Hell ushered in its order.
… … … …
Blackrock Castle.
The blood race servants dragged down the mountains of lord corpses, and these corpses became their food directly. Although it sounds bloody, it is true. In hell, eating bones and sucking blood is justified. If a lord wants to grow up, he must have swallowed countless corpses.
The law of grow stronger or die is extraordinarily stark here.
After all the bodies in the temple were dragged away, the devil finally walked in from outside the temple.
Basilisk's blow pierced his heart, and he didn't die because the king gave him all his authority.
The blood had not yet solidified on the smooth rocky ground. When the devil walked in, he saw his majesty sitting on the throne surrounded by blood. The roof of the hall was smashed by the lords, and the moonlight fell coldly and sprinkled on the king.
The devil's hand was still holding a keel sword that was dripping blood. They looked at each other from a distance, and neither of them spoke.
Click, click.
The devil carried his sword and stepped forward on the ground.
He walked to the throne and half knelt down.
The king looked down at him.
The devil held the king's hand with the bone ring, and the light of the bone ring flowed, and he returned the power to the king. The king's hand was still stained with the blood that had just been splattered when he had just been pierced by Basilisk's heart. The devil saw it, and he laughed happily, so he lowered his head and kissed the back of the king's hand.
"Good evening, my dear majesty."
said the devil.