In the city of Jolin, Earl Wally was in the room on the tower. He looked at the glorious battlefield, and stretched out his hand to press the badge of the sword hanger on his chest.
In the age of legends, humans who had to live together because of their own insignificance gave birth to the original concept of "country", and thus the "king", the authority pursued by the gods, was born in the first country. The first monarch in the world is the authority of kingship itself, just as the names of the gods point to their corresponding authority.
The gods fought for the authority of the "God King", but they did not expect that the authority above everything in this world was finally born among the most humble races.
After the Battle of Twilight, the gods were buried, and in that war, the king suffered betrayal and fell, but did not really die. After the legend era ended, the original human kingdom, the Legrand Empire, stood on the earth with the efforts of the Rose family. The Holy Master can tamper with history, pin himself on the past, present and future, in order to be resurrected, and as a king with "royal authority" itself, he can naturally enter the germination of national consciousness in the Legrand Empire in the same way. At the time of revival, he was born again on the earth.
That time is a thousand years.
Thousands of years have passed, and it is difficult for belief to suppress the sparks of thought. The dawn of humanity flashes in the long river of history, and commercial ships traverse the sea. Generations of descendants of the Rose family have rejuvenated a fragmented country. When William III unified the thirty-six states and the Legrand Empire once again formed a unified empire, the kingship was revived.
The king was reborn on the earth on the night of Saint Var's death.
He was born to be king.
From that moment on, the gears of fate began to turn.
Earl Wally opened the box he had brought and took out the most important thing inside.
Lower El prophecy tablet.
"A thousand years from now, the earth will turn upside down like Tao Jun, the lowest will rise to the top, and the lowly will rule over the cemetery... The birthplace of the gods will cease to exist." He read the prophecy above, And on the back of the clay tablet, there is a newly deciphered motto, "Turn up and down, repeat for a thousand years, and never stop."
The unknown wise man of that thousand years ago made a prophecy that was proven by history.
Thousands of years ago, the gods on the earth were high above, like riding a cloud, and mortals were layered at the bottom, like slaves, like ants. lowly and insignificant. However, a thousand years have passed, the gods slept in the darkness forever, the gods became chess pieces, the mortals ruled the world on top of the bones, and when the bottom reached the top, the changes of the world turned upside down.
The world and history are turbulent in such changes and never stop.
A thousand years ago, and a thousand years later, it will be the same.
…
Hell, Blackrock King City.
The thousand-year war ended at the moment when the angel fell, on the dark red sky, the law sealed all the cracks. Munla walked in the dead black stone castle, the wind pierced through the corridors, with the sound of the strings from the main hall.
The devil sat before the Throne of Bones, holding the golden harp that had appeared on the night the king was assassinated. His pale fingers fiddled with the strings, playing an elegant and low melody, like a million dying angels, like a billion ghosts snickering, joyful and sad.
"Tell me the story of the death of the emperor, my dear.[1]"
He sang in a low voice, his pale fingers fiddling on the strings, the moonlight only shone half of his face and the other half was hidden in the darkness.
"Some were deposed, some were killed in battle
Some were haunted by the ghosts they deposed
Some were poisoned by their wives, some were killed in their sleep
All were killed—[2]”
The ancient opera is still like a serpent wandering in the dark night, gorgeous, gloomy, with mockery and malice towards the world and human beings. The devil's pale face had a sarcastic smile. He is the first devil in the evil and chaotic realm of hell, he never likes the stupid, always can't tell who's protecting them and who's eating their humans - kowtow to wooden idols, to bless His own monarch cursed loudly.
How stupid they are, ridiculously stupid.
So why should his monarch go to great lengths again for these people? His monarch should belong to hell.
Across time and space, he played a small trajectory when he signed a contract with the king again. He wrote a "destiny" about the future, trying to guide the king to a dead end before the arrival of the Millennium Kingdom, so as to teach him to return to hell with His Majesty.
Using the bone scepter bestowed upon him by the king, he was able to intervene in the fate of the king's original return when his soul was not fully imprinted on earth. It is a pity that even after a thousand years, his majesty is still the same as before. The King rescued the Duke of Buckingham, quelled the mutiny, sealed the Black Death—just as before, brilliantly and decisively.
His change failed.
The Millennium Kingdom opens, and the king and the world are inseparable.
He has no choice but to serve his monarch with all his heart, and after everything is over, his majesty will eventually return to hell.
The king has nothing but the state.
And all emperors die.
"... death is holding the king
In the hollow crown of the temple established its court. "
This is the fate of the king.
The king standing at the end of the world, coming from thousands of miles for his people and country, is exhausted. The devil saw his end at a glance. He is the "royal" authority itself, a monarch born in response to people's prayers and history. There will always be a day when people no longer need "royalty", and the moment when that day comes is the death of the king.
He doesn't know what his own destiny is, so he can do whatever it takes to save his people. When he knew the future, he wouldn't do it again.
the devil thought.
So the devil opened his mouth, hiding malice and ridicule, and asked:
"As a devil, I remind you with a rare kindness, do you understand how the contract you are about to sign will bring you?"
"I shall never be redeemed, I shall never be at peace, I shall be forsaken by the world."
The monarch answered calmly.
—He already knew what his destiny was.
Why would anyone walk towards it so calmly and calmly, knowing that their fate is so tragic? A soul that bears such a heavy fate and countless sufferings, but is always peaceful, is beautiful enough to make all hell creatures coveted.
He leaned over, smiling.
"Then, in exchange, I will be allegiance to you. And at the moment you were abandoned, your soul belonged to me."
"it is good."
That is the only condition of the contract.
The devil put down the harp, he stood up, pulled out the keel sword from the throne, and began to draw an ancient and complicated formation with the throne of white bones as the center. The servants of the blood race entered with sticky blood, and the blood was poured into those lines. The bloody formation surrounding the throne is like the fate of the king himself.
For the king, there will never be peace.
…
The earth was soaked with blood and fire, and stars streaked across the sky, heralding unusual moments.
"I've been thinking about meeting you," Siold said. "It's the best moment of this era."
The wind blew his white robe, and his attitude did not show much hostility. On the contrary, as he said, he crossed the Abyss Strait and led thousands of troops just for this destined to be the most exciting moment of the era. It doesn't matter how many bones and blood there are in the middle.
The alchemy chariots of the twelve moving castles once again transformed into towers rising from the ground. This is no longer in the realm of alchemy, but the power of God. According to legend, God has twelve towers used to fix the heavens, and He built his kingdom of God with these twelve towers as the cornerstones.
Siold brought not only twelve chariots to attack the city, but also twelve towers of the kingdom of God.
He is now the only god in the world.
Everyone on the battlefield could feel the horrific change. The high tower rose from the ground, and the world suddenly became incomparably small. The Pope standing in front of the tower, although still in the shape of a mortal, was majestic as heaven and earth, teaching people to want to crawl into submission. The Holy Army had rolled over and knelt down, and Legrand's army had gathered behind the king.
The world becomes a stage, and only two people decide this stage.
"Turn up and down, repeat for a thousand years, and never stop. They will abandon you, just like the prophecy said that the earth will turn upside down, the lowest slave will become the master, and you will die because of it." The twelve gods behind Siold The tower of the country burst into a strong light, staggering through the sky, "I didn't expect, even so, you still have to bless this country to fight for it - don't you feel sad?"
"Then let them abandon me," replied the king sharply. "Then let me die."
The fire was blazing, and the wind was raging. The flames flew up like a snake, and the sound of the bronze bell rang loudly in an instant. In the sound of the bell, the Throne of Bones was suspended in the sky.
A king who was born to protect his people will never become a dragon that slaughtered his people.
Dragon killers will always be dragon killers!