The wind was howling outside the window, the sky was rolling overcast clouds, and the thin pale crescent moon appeared and disappeared in the dark clouds. Before the devil appeared in the room, the king felt the sign of his imminent arrival.
This is very different from the silent and silent arrival of the devil in the past.
He is gradually becoming incomparably powerful.
The smell of blood lingered on the devil. He was the first ancient existence to climb out of the wall of worms. Killing and revenge made his power recover quickly. Beneath the pale and gloomy appearance, he is approaching the original image—the one that symbolizes chaos, evil, and fighting.
Through the window, the king looked at the moon hanging high in the sky, and at the dark clouds like waves that were carried by the wind in front of the moon, thinking about something that was a long time ago.
On the barren rock beach at the end of the world, there are countless rugged black stones, which are like the fangs and claws of the earth. Bones are everywhere, and Li Feng is crying in the black stone. He passed through the bones, through the black stone, through the gust of wind from all directions, and reached the deepest part.
There, he saw the existence he was looking for.
The moment the contract was signed, a gust of wind suddenly rose in the sky, as if the winds of the whole world had gathered there. Thick black clouds rolled in the wind, and in an instant, the dark red sky was filled with black clouds like mountains. The layers of black clouds were rapidly changing in shape in the wind, as if all the resentful souls trapped at the end of the world were roaring with jealousy, roaring to leave the devil who could break free from here, and put them in front of them. Come to shred the king whom the devil has taken from this cage.
The endless white bones on the ground were rolled up into the sky, like a continuous rainstorm.
The hatred and resentment of countless monsters filled the black cloud, and the cloud overturned from the sky and protruded to the ground.
"Go away."
The devil who regained his freedom showed an icy smile, and countless chains inscribed with ancient scriptures centered on the black stone on which he was standing rose into the sky with a screeching sound of friction.
Bones, black clouds and chains collided, the bones turned into ashes, and the black clouds rolled back.
Those were the chains that were originally used to trap the devil. At the moment he regained his freedom, they were eroded and manipulated by him in turn, and they were shattered together with those resentments.
The black cloud dissipated, but the heaven and the earth did not recover.
The thick black mist swept away in all directions with the most terrifying evil aura. With the cracking sound of the iron cables, the devil who had regained his freedom spread his arms, and countless black butterflies circled and rushed out of the ground. Overwhelming, are dripping murderous and hatred, hatred of the gods, the whole world.
Standing in the gust of wind, the king clearly realized at that moment that he had unleashed the most terrifying demon in the world.
The sound of the black butterfly flapping its wings gathered together and poured into his mind. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword and calmly looked at the devil who was venting his anger. Before he came to the end of the world, he already knew what kind of existence he would face... The most terrifying devil in hell, known for its insidiousness and cunning.
"His Majesty?"
The devil walked up to the king, followed the king's line of sight, and looked out the window.
His dark pupils stared at the sky, the surging black clouds dissipated in an instant, the wind stopped, and the crescent moon hung high in the sky and the stars reappeared. Calm returns to the night in Jolin County.
…
A hand that was extremely pale and cold compared to a human was on his.
The tide-like black mist quieted down, the black butterfly landed on the bones that turned into fine sand, and the earth was covered with evil. In the very center of the evil, the newly contracted monarch and the knight stood face to face, the monarch's sword was half drawn, the cold light was cold, and the hell knight was still dripping with murderous intent.
They were deadlocked for a while.
The killing intent on the devil subsided and dissipated. He slowly pushed back the king's half-sheathed sword, then let go and stepped back halfway, half kneeling on the ground.
At your service, Your Majesty.
…
The devil's voice rang in his ears, and the king recovered from the intertwined memories, and he looked down at the map on the table.
"For the Holy Army of the Holy Land, Douro City and Newt City are both good footholds. At present, half of the troops of the old nobles of Blaise in the Holy Army of the Holy Land, the establishment of the Holy Empire naturally suppressed them, Theo It is not easy for Deer to make this part of his troops submit to him. Before the completion of the pier of the Throne, mobilizing the Divine Protector to join the military operation, Siold put such an important piece on the battlefield, his goal will not be Limited to a city of Douro or Newt...”
The king frowned slightly, examining the map.
"His Majesty."
The devil interrupted him suddenly.
His face looked gloomy in the dim candlelight.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood lately?" the devil asked in a half-joking tone, but his expression clearly wasn't the same thing, "I can feel your displeasure in hell... Did someone piss you off? "
The king realized that the reason why the devil rushed to the world today with a bloody aura before it dissipated seemed to be not only for the Holy Blessers that the Pope was about to send to the war.
There are other reasons.
The devil sighed and said in a complaining tone: "You were sad enough some time ago... I couldn't help but want to leave hell and burn the world on fire. Our contract will let you Emotions affect me, Your Majesty."
The calm on the king's face suddenly disappeared, he stood up, took a step back, and his face disappeared into the darkness.
"They are destined to leave you, and it is their honor to serve you, not your sin. Besides... Who else will stand by your side but me?"
The devil took a step forward, with a somewhat casual smile.
"Don't go and feel sorry for them all the time."
He stretched out his hand and covered the king's eyes, pressing his pale and cold fingers between the king's brows with slight force. With a hint of coldness and resentment, he wanted to wipe the tiredness and depression from the king's brows.
"You would offend your most loyal knight. My dear sire."
He was attached to the king's ear, and he whispered with the bloody smell from the battlefield.
Even in the most human-like skin, he is a devil after all, possessing the characteristics of a hell creature... Evil, chaotic, and deeply hostile. In the past, he didn't mind pretending to be harmless in front of the king, but under the skin of humans, he was always a monster of hell.
"Be fair, Your Majesty."
said the devil, bowing his head and kissing his monarch.
The king realized again—
He had indeed unleashed one of the most terrifying demons, and this one was at his service.
…
The sun shone on the land, and a long army marched on the plains of Donard.
The terrain in the central part of Legrand is relatively less rugged than in the south, and is generally flatter. But this is only on the whole. In fact, in this area extending inward from the central coastline, the terrain is mainly flat and hilly, and the terrain slopes slightly from west to east. Small mountain ranges are distributed vertically and parallel, and plains are interspersed between hills and mountains.
West unfolded a map provided by the priest and tried to confirm his route according to the icons on the map.
Summer has come, but there is still a little sweltering heat in the early autumn. West was wearing heavy armor, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
"Damn the weather."
He grumbled and complained, reflecting on why he wasn't in Blasey... No, it's time to enjoy wine and lover in the territory of the Holy Empire, and to come here to suffer the madness of Legrand.
Well, it's because of that goddamn Holy Empire, goddamn Siold—he didn't dare say it outright.
West is the commander of this advancing Holy Army. He was originally a duke of the Blasey Kingdom, with a vast territory and a wealthy area in Blasey. However, since the Kingdom of Blasey became the Holy Empire, his status as a duke who had to be respected even by King Blasey, was getting worse day by day.
The Duke of West joined the Holy Army movement for this reason.
Holy Emperor, Pope Theold is a powerful and ruthless ruler, and in the Holy Empire under his rule, Duke West could not find a way to restore himself to his former position. And this Holy Army movement is a unique opportunity.
He was determined to make Siold understand through this Holy Army movement that even if he now rules the Holy Empire, without the military support of their nobles, Siold is just an empty emperor who wants to rule Bodhisattva for a long time. Lacey, you must rely on their strength. Take a step back and say that even if The Olde fails to make concessions to them and restore their status, they can still occupy land on Legrand and collect wealth to make up for themselves in "Blasy" to "Holy Empire" Loss in change.
There are not a few old nobles of Blaise who have the same intention as West, and they have assembled a large army to participate in this war.
However, now, on the way to Douro City, Duke West has to start to wonder if his decision is correct.
But at this point, they had no choice but to move forward.
After confirming that the direction was correct, Duke West raised his head and glanced at the hills ahead, and ordered to continue.
"Holy Lord bless us, may we be able to successfully attack the city of Douro before the Knights of the Temple."
Duke West drew a cross on his chest.
—It's better to let that guy from Theold lead the Knights of the Temple to a big somersault.
He added another sentence in his heart.
…
While marching with Duke West leading the Holy Army, which was mostly composed of the old nobles of Blaise, in another place, the Knights Templar took another marching route and went to another target.
In the silent and majestic torrent of silver armor, there is an iron carriage that is exquisitely decorated and safe. Pope Theold is playing chess with his old friend Sissian.
"West seems to have another purpose, Your Majesty," said Scythian as he moved the pieces.
"By what means shall we make those who disobey us obey us?"
Pope Theold pushes Sunspot's "horse" one square off the board.
The horse was sent to Sissian's pawn by Theold, and Sissian captured it.
"Let them suffer first," the Pope replied calmly.
"You seem to value Purlan more than Hull and Ferry III?" Sisien asked speculatively.
"Yes."
"But he's the youngest."
"Pulland..." Theold said, he stopped to examine the chess game, pondered for a moment, then shook his head gently, "This is a monarch as terrible as a monster."
After a pause, he added meaningfully.
"True monarch."