After Becoming The Tyrant

Chapter 177: God and man

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Entering through the inner castle wall of the holy city that the demon wolf smashed away, Hull finally saw clearly what the flame and the cross were.

It was a burning church, standing at the end of the Holy Way, red in flames. The moment he saw the church, Hull realized that it was the most mysterious place in the Holy Court that Segone mentioned in the intelligence, which was buried with countless hidden hidden powers. Segney, a betrayer with a high status, mentioned it with an undisguised fear in his tone.

The Iron Church of the Holy See.

Heller stopped the warhorse, and at the same time stopped Hanmu and the following knights, and as they approached the burning church, the temperature of the air increased at a terrifying rate to an unbearable level. They are wearing genuine metal armor, and now the armor has gradually become hot.

It is unbearable to be separated by such a long distance. What kind of flame is it that can be so terrifying

In the flames red as blood, the towering church was melting, and the solid granite walls fell off in large chunks, hitting the ground heavily. Ordinary black iron melted into gurgling molten iron running down the skeleton of the church—like a plaster statue being baked, the plaster peeling off layer by layer, and finally revealing the supporting iron frame hidden inside the statue.

The supporting skeleton of this iron church was revealed to the world in the blazing fire.

It was a cross standing on the ground.

The whole Iron Church is a cross erected in the heart of the Holy City.

Hull understood that they no longer needed to attack the inner fort of the Holy Court, because under such a temperature and that strange cross, it was impossible for ordinary people to survive in the inner fort of the Holy Court. Hale led the soldiers to retreat slowly, the magic wolf stared at the cross tightly, let out a low roar from his throat, and approached step by step.

"It seems that the legend is true."

On the other side of the Holy Palace, the assassins who carried out this operation have already withdrawn. At this time, they are standing on the mountain behind the Holy Court City, watching the progress of the city. The snow-white devil wolf was not afraid of the extreme temperature of the flame, and slowly circled around the iron cross, with strong hostility but extreme vigilance.

"The reason why the magic wolf fell into a deep sleep is because it was killed once by a god."

It is a legend that is also recorded in the holy books. The demon wolf who lived on war brought disaster to the earth, so God shot a rocket and killed it in the plains of Cyrus. Many legends recorded in holy books have long since lost their original purpose after many revisions and refinements by theologians and jurists for thousands of years. However, if the golden light on the surface is removed, the skeleton of the story itself may not be without the truth.

"The plan went well."

The assassin leader wrote a simple message on a papyrus, and when he raised his hand, a white eagle fell on his shoulder. After the secret letter was tied, the white eagle fluttered its wings and flew towards the other side of the Abyss Strait.

Looking at the devil wolf who finally attacked the cross after going around in a circle, the assassin leader smiled slightly.

Who would have thought

Noble, holy, "father" of all believers, Pope The Olde actually keeps an army of Assassins.

However, before Siold became the Pope, he came from a noble family in the Hopeless Inner Sea Alliance, and the Hopeless Inner Sea was the most active assassin in the world because of its active business and numerous city-states. When the trade conflicts in the Hopeless Inland Sea were the most intense, the struggle between cities was almost intensified. However, because of the existence of the Holy Court, no city dared to take the lead in fighting the war. Therefore, attacking economic and political enemies by means of assassination became the most important thing. Excellent choice.

Without the suppression of the behemoth of the Holy Court, the Assassins of the Hopeless Inner Sea would not have developed to this point.

"It's gorgeous."

The leader of the assassins said that he took off the white rose pinned to his chest and threw it at the city that was burning in flames.

The fire has engulfed the faith center of all the saints in this world.

The magic wolf had already launched an attack on the Iron Cross, it leaped up, and hit the Iron Cross in the flames with the howls of the wolf company. When the magic wolf hit the Iron Cross, the fire burst into flames, and the sea flooded the sacred city. In the flames, the Knights of the Furious Gold Empire who had no time to withdraw were burned to ashes, the wolves gathered from all over the world let out a shrill howl, and the fur on their bodies was burned. The pack of wolves turned into an army at this time, they did not retreat, they rushed forward one by one, and then disappeared into the fire.

Under the impact of the magic wolf, the Iron Cross vibrated endlessly, and the air was filled with a humming sound like a tuning fork.

Seven rays of light flew from the flames and circled around the iron cross.

Everyone in the Iron Church has been reduced to ashes, and all that remains is the contract between God and man, and the seven elders have unlocked the seal on it. The oath revolved around the cross, resisting the attack of the devil wolf, and when the contract appeared, a figure nailed to the cross faintly emerged.

When this figure appeared, the Assassins and Knights of the Furious Gold Empire, who had already retreated outside the Holy City, only felt a sea-like pressure pressed down from the sky. One by one, they rolled from their war horses to the ground, and it was difficult to stand up again.

The pack of wolves died together in an instant, leaving only the wolves whose hair was scorched, their flesh fell off, and the skeleton remained.

Under its pale skull, countless dry bones crawled out of its green eyes, as if all the corpses that had been its food were being separated from the body. In a mournful long howl, the demon wolf jumped up high, biting at the center of the iron cross, biting at the throat of the phantom.

The earth shook, and cobweb-like cracks appeared on the ground of the holy city, and the sky was torn apart.

Blood-like fire spurted out of the cracks, and the hexagram formation with the Iron Church as the core connected these seemingly random cracks. Relying on the oath signed with mortals, the will of the Holy Lord, who had recovered from the distorted history, just came to the earth, and began to collapse and disintegrate.

The iron cross collapsed suddenly, and together with the bones of the devil wolf that had completely died on it, piled up on the core of the six-pointed star formation into a strange mountain of iron and white bones.

The fire gradually decreased and began to flow along the veins of the formation. Finally, it flowed back to the center of the formation, condensed into a ray of light, and plunged into the ground like a sharp blade.

From now on, the long-standing center of faith for believers, the Holy City will cease to exist.

"The center of faith in this world, one is enough."

With the triple crown, Theolde gently spread out a golden scroll in the language of the legendary age inside his iron carriage.

If the seven elders saw the golden scroll in Siold's hand, they would be shocked to find that all the words on it were very similar to the original oath of the gods and men they guarded. . And if the snake of the world is not dead, it will recognize that it is the other half of the incomplete decree in the hands of Siold.

This incomplete decree has always been in the hands of the Pope of the Holy See, as the basis for the display of holy signs when necessary.

Over the years, as the Holy See gradually developed into a spiritual empire, the power of the Pope has increased day by day, and the decree has undergone a lot of research in the hands of different Popes. It was not without the Pope who tried to turn it into his own power completely, but they all failed.

However, Siold did it.

The Holy Empire was built by him, and when he ascended the throne that belonged to God, he had already succeeded for the most part.

God has taught His followers how to steal power from Him—God to falsify history and seek resurrection by pinning himself on the present and in the future. People change their teachings and put the power that belongs to God on their heads in the form of a "triple crown".

But before today, although the Holy Empire was established, the existence of the Holy Court was like the existence of two capitals and two hearts in this empire at the same time, and the power was still divided into two and a half in essence. When the Holy See was drowned in the fire of destruction and turned to ashes, the last center of faith directed at the gods themselves was wiped from the world.

—Theocracy was stolen by him.

Siold's right hand side is an ink bottle made of crystal. It is one of the thirteen highest-level holy relics of the Holy Court. It is said that the original saint used it to hold blood and write the prophecy of the doomsday. .

The crystal bottle was originally empty, but at a certain moment, dark red blood suddenly seeped out of the bottle.

Theodore picked up the pen, dipped in the dark red blood that was born out of thin air in the crystal bottle, and slowly wrote a new decree at the end of the document.

The moment he wrote, on the other side of the Abyss Strait, the Iron Cross collapsed.

The flames flowed back to the center of the formation, and then penetrated into the center of the earth.

Fire falls from the sky.

When the angelic army came, the dark red sky of hell was illuminated by the brilliance of the angels themselves, half pure white and half blood. However, today, the sky has turned red once again—fire continuously seeps out from the gap between hell and the world, slowly falling, and dripping onto the black stone ground of hell.

The dark red flames that penetrated through the cracks contained a destructive power to hell creatures. Every time a fire fell on the ground, it was instantly corroded and there was nothing left.

Seeing that the war situation was about to turn to the unfavorable side of hell because of this change, the devil jumped from the top of the tower and walked into the hall of the castle.

The Throne of Bones stands quietly at the end of the red carpet.

The devil stepped on the steps, walked up, and inserted the keel sword on the throne. When he went to the world last time, he handed back the bone scepter to the king, and now the only way to stop the fire from the sky from causing heavy damage to hell is to wake up the king's city.

Because that's no ordinary fire.

It was blood soaked with the curse of the gods.

If according to normal development, the god who tampered with history and condensed the authority of the king of kings could have attached himself to the iron cross that he left behind a thousand years ago, and used the sacrifices of believers to shape a new god. However, the Iron Cross was set up with a hexagram as a blasphemous altar, and all the devout beliefs that should have been sacrificed to God were transformed into heresy and filth by the hexagram.

God's consciousness, which has been reunited for thousands of years, broke free from the dusty kingdom of the gods and descended on the Iron Cross, and injected it into his new body, only to find that the new body of God was condensed from the deepest and most vicious filth—for God, this is Like suicide.

The betrayal of the god, before its destruction, the malice and the curse condensed in its tainted blood. If the blood spreads in the human world, the earth will be turned to ashes in an instant, and there will be no living creatures for hundreds of years. Pope Theold introduced this blood into hell and passed on the hatred of the gods to hell.

At the moment when the keel sword was inserted on the throne, every bone that made up the throne seemed to wake up from a long slumber. The flying buttresses of the royal city unfolded, and the sea of sulphur and fire in the castle dock began to boil. In an instant, every door and window of the castle was opened, and every relief engraved on the castle came to life.

The wind whistled on the ground like hell breathing.

This royal city is the supreme throne of hell, and it is the criterion for determining hell.

After having a monarch, hell, a symbol of chaos, has its own rules, and now all the devil has to do is to use the power of hell itself and resist the curse of the dead gods.

An invisible barrier unfolded in mid-air, which was the rule of hell. The fire raindrops that fell from the sky disappeared on the barrier little by little.

For the Angel Legion, this should have been a good time to attack.

However, no angels attacked at this time.

—because they are dying fast.

"It's sad."

In the form of half human and half bird, Meng La stood on the sickle-like ridge of Qianren Peak, looking up at everything that happened in the sky.

Angels with white wings died one after another, but it was not the army of hell that killed them. The angel is dissipating, turning into countless golden light spots and drops of dark red blood. Angels have no flesh and bones. They are beings created by God with his own blood and light dust. When God decides to take back his power, they will disintegrate into their original appearance, leaving nothing behind.

Not even mortals.

The voice of the dying angel reverberated between the heavens and the earth, and it was tactfully mournful like the cry of a white swan dying on the ice.

Meng La quietly watched her old enemy die in front of her eyes. She didn't feel happy, but felt mocking and sad.

The angels of the gods are like the skeletons of the undead in hell. In hell, the weak and the strong fight endlessly, and the dead creatures at the bottom are all chess pieces that can be sacrificed at will. Trust and respect are a luxury in hell. But how are angels who symbolize holiness better than creatures of hell

Shaped by gods, they were born to admire the gods who gave them life as much as they revered their fathers. But in the eyes of those aloof gods... they are also just chess pieces that can be sacrificed at any time, the only difference is that these chess pieces look better.

Even they are more pathetic.

As a symbol of chaos and desire, hell creatures also instinctively long for the kindness that they can't get. The angels who are endowed with divinity have no desire or will of their own.

Gorgeous puppet.

Monra thought, and it spread its wings and took off from the ridge.

"The gap is being sealed."

Meng La flew to Blackrock King City, the devil had come out of the hall, and he looked up at what was happening in the sky.

In the sky, the golden light spots that were decomposed when the angel dissipated burned into flames, quickly sealing all the cracks that could connect hell and the world. And the blood of the gods, which was re-condensed drop by drop, floated upwards and disappeared through those golden flames.

"New Law."

The devil stared at the cracks in the sky where the seals were being sealed one by one, and whispered.

There was no surprise on his face, as if what was happening was expected. A few days ago, a crow from the world landed on his shoulder.

new law.

Munla instantly understood why the devil did not try to prevent the crack from being blocked.

That is the power of the decree, the rule of heaven and earth and the world. Once a decree is written, it cannot be changed.

Unless someone completely controls all the authority in this world.

… … … … … …

The eastern shore of Abyss Strait.

Miss Weiya, who came to the church to read "heretic poetry" on the Lord's Sabbath, was successfully rescued by Ferry III. Called by the legendary spiritual banner of Weiya, Ferry III quickly gathered a group of old Blaisey nobles and civilians who could not bear the heavy burden of the Holy Army movement.

They proclaimed Blasey's return to a city near the sea.

On the day of Blasey's restoration, Ferry III announced that Blasey Kingdom would not participate in the Holy Army movement, and all citizens of Blasey Kingdom did not need to provide food or taxes for the Holy Army movement. In addition, Ferry III's army quickly advanced along the coastline, cutting off the supply line of the Holy Army of the Holy Land from the source.

More and more people crossed the Corbia River and fled to the re-established kingdom of Blaisey. And in the territory controlled by the Holy Empire, commotions have also emerged one after another, and the army left behind is tired of controlling the remaining territory and has no ability to reopen the supply line for the Holy Army.

For Ferry III, the current situation is very good.

However, in this case, Ferry III himself was not within the re-established kingdom of Blasey.

He secretly crossed the blockade of the Holy Empire and emerged the Pennine Mountains in the northern part of the Empire.

"This is the entrance to the tomb of the gods."

The Pennine Mountains were covered in heavy snow, and Ferry III stood under a black pine tree, looking down at the valley below. In a trance, he felt that his teacher Carl and his friend Mann were standing behind him, smiling at him. He turned around and wanted to tell them I did it.

There were still straight black pine trees behind him. The pine trees were covered with heavy snow, and no one was standing behind him.

"God's Tomb Ancient Road."

Led by Ferry III, who came here quietly was a group of witches in black cloaks, headed by the witch patriarch Eli, who had once met the king.

The witch patriarch held an old sheepskin scroll in his hand, and ink marks appeared on the sheepskin, and then quickly faded away, finally showing a mountain map that completely matched the surrounding terrain. On the picture, an ancient snake slowly emerged, proving that what Ferry III said was true. This is the entrance to the tomb of the gods.

Ferry III observed the group of witches who had escaped from Blasey to Legrand and were now here on the orders of King Legrand.

He had been in contact with witches and even met the witch patriarch. In his impression, the witches had a gloomy temperament, haggard and cold, and were incompatible with ordinary people. If it weren't for the realization of Siold's ambitions and his inability to resist the huge Holy Court, Ferry III would never have dealt with witches at that time.

However, the witches standing in front of him at this time were completely different from what he had imagined.

Dressed in neat black cloaks, they stood up straight without any signs of gauntness. The gloomy depression that enveloped them disappeared without a trace, and the melancholy witch patriarch was more decisive than before.

"After the war, if you want to go back to your hometown, Blaise will always welcome you."

Ferry III said calmly, half a temptation and half a sincere invitation. After going through so much, the arrogance of the ingrained high-class people in the past has been ground clean.

"Everything you get at Legrand, Blasey can do."

The witches smiled and said nothing.

A silent but firm refusal.

Ferry III couldn't help sighing: "I really want to know what Pullan gave you."

It can make a group of witches who cannot integrate into ordinary people return to the dangerous Holy Empire for Legrand, and even enter the dangerous tomb of the gods.

"Because the Legrand we want to let us know is still that Legrand."

The witch patriarch put away the parchment and replied.

She turned her head and glanced in Legrand's direction.

They are witches, banished from the first century AD, wandering the land, lingering between life and death. And in the madman's hospital where the "Legrand No. 1 Pathological Research Department" was hung, it was the first time that so many people applauded, looked at them with a smile, and welcomed them to join.

From the first century AD to the present fifteenth century, wandering witches had their first homes.

They want the Legrand they know is still the Legrand who has many crazy and neurotic companions, the Legrand who can smile from the little witch.

Legrand of the land of freedom.

Ferry III watched in silence as the witches flew down the mountain on their broomsticks and through the canyon.

He exhaled a breath of heat, vaguely envious.

I envy the king on the other side of the strait, and I envy these witches.

"Such a world."

Ferry III raised his head and muttered to himself.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and the extreme arctic field was chilly.

After crossing the ice field, the place where the gods were buried appeared before the witches, and there was only a vast sea left here. If it weren't for the witches being able to fly on broomsticks, they wouldn't be able to move forward at all.

The witch leader carefully took out a hockey puck sealed with a snake shadow.

It was the other half of the incomplete law. The witches were ordered by the king to bring it to this tomb of the gods to do something that was related to the entire war situation.