System 677 swallowed, and said weakly: "Host, how do you know that Charles is not a good guy?"
The girl in black sneered.
"I know everything."
System 677: "…"
This sentence is a bit familiar, has anyone said this before
"According to your description just now, Hodur and Silaire are the projections of Jun Heng in this world, aren't they?"
System 677 nodded.
The black-haired girl frowned again, and cursed in a low voice: "What's going on in his head? He created two clones... What, you think your head isn't green enough?"
System 677: "…"
A host is a host.
This reaction is exactly the same as before!
"For the time being, the two of them can be regarded as my faction. Hodur is the god of darkness, and he is incompatible with the goddess of light, Eos, isn't it?"
System 677 continued to nod, "Yes."
With a wave of Fu Yue's black sleeves, a phantom appeared out of thin air in front of his eyes, like the curtain of a movie screening, he could see clearly.
System 677's eyes widened.
... The host is amazing, the host is six six six~
There are two figures above, one is Charles, the other is a young girl... When she raised her face, this face was exactly the same as the statue of the Goddess of Light, and her identity was obvious.
This girl is the human incarnation of the goddess of light, Eos.
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, and said lazily: "Charles is mixed with that hypocrite Goddess of Light, so is he still a good thing?"
System 677 shook his head and said sincerely, "He's not a good guy."
Fu Yue continued: "Is it wrong for me to punish him?"
System 677 continued to shake his head: "That's right."
The brat was brainwashed very successfully.
"That's fine."
Fu Yue rolled her eyes, and she suddenly said slowly: "Besides, even if he is right. As long as I say he is wrong, he is wrong, understand?"
As she spoke, the black-haired girl turned the black curved sickle in her hand, and the blade of the sickle flashed a sharp arc in the sunlight.
System 677 has his hair blown all over his body.
"Understand, understand!"
Fu Yue girl smiled with satisfaction.
Inside the imperial palace.
Charles was in the middle of his succession ceremony, and now it was time for the avatar of the Goddess of Light to bestow his blessing on him.
The young girl was beautiful, with pity for the world on her face. She was wearing a silver-white gown made of silk, which swayed down like moonlight.
She stretched out her finger and tapped Charles' forehead.
"Oh, Charles, I will grant you courage, strength, and long life."
"You will be the wisest monarch of the empire, and you will lead the empire to unprecedented glory."
These are the words spoken by the incarnation of the Goddess of Light.
Joy flashed in Charles' eyes. The goddess of light said this in front of everyone, which meant that his prestige among the people would be even higher.
"Thank God."
The civilian representatives who came to listen, as well as the major nobles, all looked at the white-robed girl with admiration, respect and fear.
The golden-haired prince bowed his head, and the goddess of light crowned him personally.
At this most solemn and sacred moment.
A lazy and extremely pleasant voice sounded.
"Hey, Eos, tsk... It really is such a hypocritical appearance."
Everyone's eyes widened, shock flashed in their eyes, and they raised their heads in disbelief, turning to the source of the sound.
who is it
Who dares to insult the goddess of light
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the high throne.
Sitting on it was a young girl in a black cloak. Her legs were gracefully folded, and she leaned against the throne with a black curved sickle in her hand. She rested her chin in one hand and looked at them with a half-smile.
"Black, God of Darkness?"
Someone pointed at the sickle in the girl's hand and screamed.