After Becoming The Tyrant CH 122 The First Knight
The whole hall was quiet, and the King on the high seat sneered, confronting the Basilisk and the Trickster, who were the heads of the lords. The wind blew the candles, and the flames flickered, making the faces of those present flicker as well.
The Devil stood by the King's right hand, rubbing his pale fingers against the hilt of the sword at his waist. His eyes swept over the faces of the lords, and seeing their ferocious expressions, he was so happy that he hummed a happy tune in his heart.
Hell symbolized the chaos and fighting in the world. It was destined to be powerful and be destroyed because of this. The Kingdom of God could still lower the ground, but hell could never end its chaos, could never form an army to attack the gods. Once a lord gathers an army to attack the gods, the moment the alliance was just established, red fire would roll down from the sky and burn their army to nothing. The lords who had already reached an agreement, even if they crawled out of the Wall of Insects together and accompanied each other for thousands of years, would have an unstoppable feud at that moment, baring their fangs and devouring each other's flesh and blood.
This was the cursed fate destined to be brought about by the sins of hell.
The demons were destined to fight endlessly because of the greed and evil in their hearts, like a pit of poisonous snakes entangled together, devouring each other until they died together.
It wasn't until hell signed the old covenant with the dragon slayer that the Blackstone Royal Castle was established on the barren sandy beach.
They raised mortals to the throne, so that they could cast a majestic crown, and gather an army of demons. When the doomsday comes, they would rush out of hell singing their resentment, and fight with the gods who were the favored ones among heaven and earth.
In the Age of Legends, the disagreement between the alchemists and the dragon slayers originated from this.
The alchemists did not believe in the infernal and capricious demons of hell. They believed that this hypocritical alliance where everyone could get what they needed would be broken one day, and the lords of hell would never be able to restrain their inner desire and greed. They would tear up the contract at any time and bite back viciously. So the Rose family who conspired with the treacherous, and their unscrupulous actions made them feel suspicious.
When the relationship between the two sides was at its most tense, the alchemists even once went to war with the Rose family.
——They were too close to evil, so close that the alchemists at that time doubted whether or not the dragon slayers would eventually become evil dragons themselves.
The alchemists doubted the Rose family and the Rose family proved themselves over a thousand years, but they were not wrong about the demons of hell.
To conspire with the treacherous, one must be prepared to be backstabbed!
"The gods have rested in their tombs, and a new era has begun. The rules of the previous era no longer need to be followed, so they are no longer taboos!" The Trickster screamed, "It's time for mortals to return the throne of hell!"
Its voice was sharp and shrill, and the moment the Trickster's voice fell, all the candles in the hall were instantly extinguished. The lords who were still sitting quietly like guests stood up instantly, revealing their hideous faces. In an instant, countless terrifying black shadows in the hall exploded, overlapping like the deepest nightmare.
Killing intent suffused the hall.
"Kill!"
When the lords stood up, the King also snapped out an order.
The moment his order was uttered, the bloodkin servants, dressed in gorgeous court attire and standing behind each lord like delicate dolls, lifted the metal lid of the tray in their hands, and grabbed out daggers that emitted a cold light from the silver plate. This was a banquet destined to end in blood, and both parties participating in the feast already had murderous intentions in their hearts from the start.
The guests' weapons were hidden in their bodies, turned into horns or bone spurs, and as for the King who hosted the banquet, what his bloodkin servants held was not trays of delicious food from the beginning, but cold weapons.
The seemingly peaceful banquet turned into a battlefield in an instant.
The red carpet in the main hall ripped in an instant. It was spread on the ground to pretend to set off the luxurious atmosphere, but it was actually to cover up the countless magic formations engraved under the carpet. The core of the magic formations was each guest's seat. And at this time mithril pillars rose from the ground, separating the erupting lords to form small cages.
With the help of the magic formations, the bloodkin fought with the ordinary minor lords, and they turned into swarms of bats like dark clouds, surrounding the lords.
Click.
The mithril pillars rising from the ground trapped the ordinary minor lords, but they couldn't trap the powerful big lords. The Basilisk flicked its snake's tail, and the mithril pillars broke in response. Its figure instantly swelled up, and it was as tall as a hill, almost touching the top of the tall ceiling. The Basilisk slithered outwards, and the black feathers on its body turned into iron-colored scales in an instant, covering its body densely. The wings on its back were half folded and half opened, and there were several pairs of arms on the side, each holding different weapons.
Countless swarms of snakes slithered out from the shadows of the hall, and a dense cloud of dark clouds covered the sky outside the hall. The sound of wings flapping was overwhelming, it was not a dark cloud, but a gathering of strange beasts and big birds.
The Basilisk, the head of all snakes and birds.
A war broke out.
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In the sky of the castle, strange birds gathered. Countless giant birds that were described in legends as eating human flesh dove down from the clouds and attacked the castle.
The castle's flying buttresses stretched outwards again, and the bat bone wings that were once used to play music for the King turned into terrifying war weapons at this moment. The bat bone wings were as thin as blades, cutting through the air, splitting the monster birds that were rushing down one after another in half. Blood gushed out, pouring like a fountain on the top of the spear-like tower.
Blood was like pouring rain, bathing this ancient royal castle.
From the very beginning, this royal castle was built on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
On the barren rocky beach not far from Blackstone Royal Castle, the people in the military industry department only felt that the ground was shaking. They were horrified to see in the distance, black smoke rising from the ground. The smoke was getting closer and closer, and from the black clouds, an army of hell appeared in the people's eyes.
Warriors in black armor, chariots of monsters, gathering demons…..
The lords who came to the banquet did not summon their armies to lull the King's vigilance. It was the remaining one-third of the lords who did not come to the banquet that really summoned the army of death. The whole hell joined in this usurper battle that tore up the old covenant.
At the moment when the banquet guests turned against the host and the castle fell into battle, these lords led the army to attack the King's territory.
Authority was closely related to territory. Those who lose their territory, whether they were monarchs or lords, would die without a place to be buried.
The desolate sound of a heralding horn came from the Peak of a Thousand Knives, echoing between heaven and earth.
The long-awaiting army of skeletons crossed the River of the Departed and met the army that came to believe them.
The moment the two armies that only appeared in nightmares collided, a battle broke out. This was the cruelest and most uncompromising battle in the world. In hell, there was only one ending to a fight, that was, when one side was completely defeated and died.
The crow Mela swooped down from the sky. It let out a long cry, and its stature grew dozens of times in an instant.
Mela landed in front of the people who received the order to gather, lowered its wings, and rested them on the ground like makeshift steps.
"Let's go!"
Raul reacted the fastest. He understood what Mela meant, and directed everyone to quickly climb onto the back of the crow Mela.
After the last blacksmith climbed onto Mela's back, Mela flapped its wings, causing the sand and rocks on the ground to rise up in disruption. In the dust it had brought up, Mela flapped its wings and flew over the roofs of the military industrial base, and flew towards the Peak of a Thousand Knives not far away. There it was far away from the battlefield, a relatively safe place.
Although the King used the military industrial base as bait, he did not intend to destroy his own industrial sector.
All the things have been moved to the Peak of a Thousand Knives a few days ago.
The only ones remaining were the two sides in the bloody battle.
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With its scales flickering coldly, the Basilisk's huge pupils, which were as tall as a man, stared fixedly at the King who was too small compared to it. The Trickster was attached to another lord, the Manticore, like a gecko. It had three rows of teeth, a human head, blood-red eyes, a lion-like body, and a scorpion-like thorn at the end of its tail.
They didn't launch an attack immediately, because the throne where the King occupied was shrouded in a faint light at this time. It was the power of the original covenant, and it was still protecting the mortal monarch. However, for some reason, although the Basilisk and the Trickster and other lords violated the old covenant of hell, they were not punished by the contract.
Deceitful contracts have always been hell's forte.
"Your Majesty."
Despite being surrounded by this formidable enemy, both the Devil and the King looked equally calm. The Devil stepped out from behind the throne, as if he didn't see the lords staring at them in bloodlust. With his hand on the hilt of his sword, he knelt down on one knee in front of the throne.
"In my name, I give you my authority. You shall draw that sword and kill all enemies."
The King stretched out his hand, holding the bone scepter in his hand with the bone ring. The King touched the scepter on the Devil's shoulder, and in an instant, a strong air current burst out around him and the Devil, fluttering his and the Devil's hair. That was the oldest contract, and that contract was revived today.
"Go and fight for me, my knight."
Seeing this scene, the Trickster which was attached like a parasite on the Manticore suddenly understood why the Devil who lost his name was able to kill the Lord of Gluttony who had power over one of the seven sins.
Because there was an extremely ancient contract between him and the King, the King had given him his own authority!
"Kill that ant first!"
The Trickster sternly ordered.
The Basilisk led several powerful lords to storm out and head straight for the throne.
The moment they set off, the airflow hovering around the King and the Devil exploded, and the Devil in black formal suit jumped up. He turned in mid-air, and pulled out the dragon bone sword at his waist in an instant, cold light flashing.
——Go and fight for me, my knight.
"For you, I fight!"
The Devil laughed loudly, and the black butterflies soared into the sky. Behind him was his contracted monarch.
A long, long time ago, a king who had nothing had signed a contract with a devil who had lost his name. From that moment on, the Devil was the King's first knight. The King gave him authority, and he in return fought for the King.
And their contract would always be eternal, even if it was the end of the world.