The rise of human rights signals the decline of theocracy.
Siold was holding a two-edged holy sword, and his body was surrounded by the turbulent sea of mercury, and his face was very pale. As a god, his promotion time is too short, and the power obtained by stealing is inevitably difficult. And as the king said before, he clearly felt that the divine right he had acquired was not so stable.
In the sound of the bronze bell, cracks spread on the remaining five towers of the kingdom of God, very subtle but dense.
Once the tower of the Kingdom of God completely collapses, the Mercury Sea, which is the embodiment of the Kingdom of God, will disintegrate and disintegrate.
"How long have you been preparing for?"
Siold asked, surprised but not nervous. He didn't know how the king could weaken the authority of the gods at this point in time, but compared with the weakened theocracy, the newly revived king's authority was even weaker. Unless another hundred years pass, the power of kingship is not strong enough to compete with the power of theocracy that has ruled the world for millennia.
"A thousand years."
said the king softly.
His armor was cracked and blood soaked the scepter. His kingdom was shattered and annihilated in the attack of falling star after star. Pieces of the former people turned into dust in the light, and with the destruction of the border, he was rapidly becoming fragile.
He looked terrible, with blood all over his silver hair and face.
Among the twelve towers of the Kingdom of God he had just destroyed, the ones hit by the seven stars, the price he paid was that Siold's holy sword almost penetrated his heart. Blood spurted from his left chest, and he looked like he was going to die at any moment. But he had an indifferent smile on his face.
just like…
He still had the last hole card in his hand that had been hidden for a long time.
One-third of the sun and one-third of the moon, with long dazzling tails, crashed down toward the king's realm. The cracked border was completely shattered in the dazzling light, and Siold held the sword to end his life completely.
The roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.
The king spread his arms and let himself fall.
Siold suddenly stopped in mid-air, not because he didn't want to pursue the victory, but because the gust of wind that seemed to be enough to tear the space abruptly stopped his path. A huge shadow flew from the ground, and the gust of wind it carried cast a thick black shadow on the dazzling mercury sea.
Ancient, savage, and legendary creatures resurfaced in the sky.
"Legrand, the place where the dragon's bones are buried."
The king who was supposed to fall into the sky was held up by the wind, and his voice seemed to have passed through a thousand years.
…
The heart of Legrand, the capital of the Empire, the Rose Palace.
All the pillars of the room, all the vaults, all the arc beams have changed, from icy rock pillars to gigantic bones. The heavy, drum-like heartbeat echoed in the ears of everyone in the palace, and the dragon's breath turned into a strong air rushing.
Scarlet roses bloomed around the bones.
In that distant legendary age, the mad and fearless family, after slaughtering the dragon, built a palace for mortals in its heart. Now, the palace has awakened, and together with it, awakened the more terrifying hole card that was hidden by the lunatic family for a thousand years.
On the map, Legrand's shape is like a dragon with convergent wings.
This is not a coincidence, but a country that has been painstakingly created.
The devil once thought that human alchemy was difficult to reach the extreme, and that the full power of the keel could not be exerted, otherwise a castle would be a terrifying military machine. However, he was wrong. Human alchemy is not difficult to reach the extreme, but has already reached the extreme.
The alchemist and the dragon slayer have joined forces to create the most terrifying alchemy work in the world.
After the dragon slayer slayed the dragon, he built the capital by burying its heart in the core of the empire. The alchemist carried the other parts of the dragon skeleton, which corresponded one by one on the map, and were buried in various parts of the empire. The skull, which embodies the cruel and violent nature of the dragon, is taken to hell, deprived of its connection with other bones.
They used the entire country as a weapon to temper.
The keel and Legrand were integrated into one. In a thousand years, the history of man was built on the keel, and new consciousness was injected into the dragon skeleton in alternating days and nights. In the end, a brand new dragon soul that surrendered to Legrand was created.
The soul of the evil dragon slumbered under the earth until the Rose Palace was activated, and the recovery of the dragon's heart awakened it.
In all the cities where the keel was buried, people only felt that the ground shook, and something broke out of the ground, swept over their heads with a gust of wind, and shot up into the sky.
…
"It's the kingdom of evil dragons!"
The king's voice resounded through the heavens and the earth along with the dragon's roar.
The dragon spirit caught the king as he was about to fall from the sky. The king stood on the back of the congealed dragon, his blood-stained silver hair fluttering in the wind, and his icy blue eyes carried the same pride. The scepter was in his hand, and the dragon carried him, flapping his wings.
Thousands of years ago, people were the food of evil dragons, and there was no place for them to be hunted by evil dragons.
Thousands of years later, the dragon's heart was revived, the black dragon broke out of the ground, and people controlled the dragon to manipulate the world.
This is the God-Slaughter Sword that the Rose Family has been honing for thousands of years!
The moment it is pulled out is the moment when the war ends!
The dragon, wrapped in a gust of wind, broke the sea of mercury in Siold, and the falling sun and moon passed through its wings, leaving burning traces that could not prevent its swift and terrifying actions. The king drove the dragon and slammed into the five towers of the kingdom of God, which were covered with fine cracks. The tower of the kingdom of God shattered, collapsed, and was engulfed by fiery flames.
Long Yan ignited the sky, as if the war on the ground had been burning here.
In the flames, the towers of the kingdom of God shattered one after another, and the dim stars passed through the dragon flames, like stones falling into the sea. At the moment when the last tower of the kingdom of God shattered, the king jumped up from the back of the dragon and met Siold who came with his sword.
The scepter collided with the holy sword, and blood flew.
The world stands still at this moment.
The king's scepter of bone pierced the heart of Theold, and the sword of Theold penetrated the king's ribs. In the last blow, they all gave up their defense, but in the end, the king had the upper hand. After losing the kingdom of God, the Pope's swordsmanship was far inferior to that of the king who had been trained by the most elite knights since childhood.
"how did you do that?"
Siold asked.
"Because you see yourself as a god, and I see myself as a man."
The king said that he turned the scepter and crushed the heart of the last god on earth.
The sun, moon, and stars disappeared in mid-air, and the sea of mercury quickly receded, leaving only the sea of dragon flames and fire that was still burning. The dragon flapped its wings, tamed like a warhorse, with the help of a broken armor, a blood-stained king.
Under the sky, the war between the Holy Army and Legrand's army also came to an end. General John slashed Scythian's head with a sword, and Keya Archer and Rose Rider trampled over the bones of the Knights of the Temple. The flames illuminated the broken walls, and the people of Jolim raised the king's flag high.
A faint blue fog shrouded the earth, and the sky will be bright.
The weary king sat on the back of the dragon, and he did not let the dragon fall to the ground, but drove it to fly.
A high wind blew by the king's cheeks, and from the dragon's back he looked down upon the country in the dim light. The galloping Doma River, the winding coastline, the rugged mountains like ancient snakes, the fortresses hidden in the mountains, the star-like towns all over the land... This is his country.
And he has nothing but his kingdom.
When the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds, the figure of the black dragon gradually faded away, and finally turned into nothingness. The king fell from the sky to the ground, and he closed his eyes.
"Now, you belong to me."
In the wind, someone whispered.
A dark red circle appeared in the void, and the devil walked out of the circle, wearing a black dress with a red rose pinned to the front of his shirt.
He opened his hands to catch the falling king.
The long night came to an end, and the sun rose above the horizon.
The war is over.
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The author has something to say: This article commemorates all my absurd fantasies, all the iron-blooded romances I am obsessed with.
The waves of the river, the blood is not extinguished.
Thank you for being with us all the way, we walked to the end of this long night together.
The episode will continue to be updated, probably every day~