After Becoming The Tyrant CH 124 Good Evening, Your Majesty
The Trickster's skinny wrist was clasped by a bloody pale hand, and its triumphant laughter was cut off in an instant. A few seconds ago, he was still gleeful, but now he was trembling with fear. He tore off the grasped wrist in an instant, and immediately retreated a long distance away.
"You…..you pretended to be dead? Impossible! You were clearly dead!"
The Trickster's voice was shrill and sharp, extremely ear-piercing.
It had clearly had the King in its control just now, and took back the authority granted to him! There was absolutely no way for a devil without authority to survive Basilisk's deadly attack.
The Devil whose heart was pierced by Basilisk miraculously stood up from the spot before the throne.
He turned around, then threw the severed arm of the Trickster on the ground, and gracefully bowed to the startled and angry Lord of Deceit: "Thank you for your support."
The Trickster's gaze shifted from the Devil to the King behind him. The King was looking at the Trickster expressionlessly, and this finally caused it to come to its senses.
"You didn't take back your authority at all! You have been performing since the beginning!"
The Lord of Deceit screamed hysterically. One day, the lord that was named "deceitful" actually fell into someone else's conspiracy. It seemed that this kind of situation where you think you were playing with people in the palm of your hand, but in the end you were just acting to the calculation of others from the beginning to the end, was even more shocking to it than victory turning into failure in a blink of an eye.
It vaguely understood something, but it still couldn't figure out how the King did it.
"A mortal…..how can a mortal escape my control?!"
It shouted crazily and waved its severed arm.
"This place is forbidden."
The King folded his hands, resting on the scepter of bones, as he calmly looked at the mad Trickster, and gave an order.
The voice fell, there was a muffled sound, and the figure of the Trickster appeared at the entrance of the hall.
The "Deceitful Lord" waving his severed arm in the hall was still roaring madly, but the face of the real Trickster at the entrance of the hall was as dark as ink. The Devil walked towards the Trickster holding his sword, and when he passed by the "Deceitful Lord", the roaring "Deceitful Lord" disappeared with a snap.
"Why leave so early?"
The Devil smiled. The open flesh of the piercing wound made by the Basilisk on his back was wriggling and healing rapidly.
Only he and the King knew exactly what was going on.
The Trickster had guessed wrong, the King had really been controlled by it just now. Because only in this way could they successfully deceive the extremely paranoid Trickster. But the power of authority was still with the Devil——the King did not take it back.
That was another order.
Before the banquet started, while preparing for the battle, the Devil told the King in detail about the situation of the various lords in hell.
When referring to the "Deceitful Lord", the Devil smiled and asked the King: "No matter who you are, there will always be a seed of doubt hidden in your heart, Your Majesty. As long as you have the slightest distrust of me, then it can use that crack to make us turn against each other, so.....do you trust me?"
The moonlight was cold, and the Devil still had that masked smile on his face. He looked at the King, waiting for an answer.
"No."
The King said lightly.
Not surprised, the Devil spread his hands.
Such a cold answer was indeed his Majesty's usual style. This was a doomed answer…..A monarch could never give anyone 100% trust, let alone a…er, a devil who was full of lies?
"So....." The King interlaced his fingers and looked up at him quietly, "An order."
Half of the King's face was illuminated by the moonlight, while the other half was hidden in the darkness.
"It is forbidden to return the authority to me during the battle."
The Devil looked at him for a while, and smiled slightly. He leaned over and took the King's hand, kissed the back of it, and said lightly, "As you have ordered, Your Majesty."
This was an order that the lords of hell would never have thought of. No lord would issue such an order when bestowing their power on others——it was equivalent to allowing betrayal. Who could guarantee that the knife would not turn and point at them instead during battle?
If the Trickster knew what the King had ordered, he would think his Majesty was crazy, right?
The Devil thought casually.
He stepped on the shriveled chest of the Trickster, and that kick was so fierce that the Trickster's ribs were all broken at once. The Devil bent down and grabbed the Trickster by the throat, then turned his head and smiled at the King: "Your Majesty, please allow me to leave for a while."
After the King gave permission, the Devil dragged the Trickster with one hand and walked out of the palace.
"When you first glared with these rabbit eyes, I already crushed the head of a god." The Devil said softly, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold. "Who allowed you to touch my treasure?"
With a crack, he slowly crushed the Trickster's eye socket.
Like the most handsome gentleman in the world, he trampled on every bone in the Trickster bit by bit with the rigor of a scholar doing research. He looked down at the Trickster coldly, fury accumulated in the depths of his pupils, as if a wild beast whose territory had been violated was tearing that ignorant guy into pieces with its sharp claws.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time."
The Devil whispered.
He had long wanted to tear these guys into pieces little by little, so as to calm down the anger and hatred in his heart.
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The Dragon Wing Battleship hovered in the sky.
The Trickster's territory had already been submerged in a sea of flames. The battleships swooped down from time to time, ramming past with terrifying whistling noises. The pirates on the battleship roared and yelled excitedly. These rogues carried the most primitive elements of violence. Not only did the ferocious fighting style of the Dragon Wing Battleship not frighten them, but it aroused their ferocity.
"One more time! One more time!"
The pirates waved their swords and shouted.
The Dragon Wing Battleship hovered in mid-air, retracted its wings in response, and rushed down obliquely.
Crack, crack, where the black iron battleship crashed, the stone pillars collapsed, the palace was crumbling, and the army of death on the ground was crushed to pieces like ants.
The pirates cheered and shouted for the battleship in unison. They tried their best to turn the rudder on the ship to control the balance for the battleship, so as to prevent the battleship from crashing directly into the ground.
When Captain Hawkins commanded and planned to launch another large-scale attack by the battleships, the Trickster's palace completely collapsed with a "bang". The guards, who were still struggling, also stood still in a daze, motionless.
Captain Hawkins chewed the piece of grass and waved his hand to stop the battleships.
The dragon-like battleship was suspended in the air, casting a huge shadow that would enshroud the ruined palace.
At this moment, a bright ray of light soared into the sky from the direction of the distant Blackstone Castle, the sound of a dragon's roar came from afar, the strong wind blew across the earth fiercely, and the sky and the earth were filled with a feeling that made people want to prostrate themselves, the air vibrating.
"Look!"
A pirate noticed something. He pointed to the ground not far away.
On the Trickster's territory full of jagged and strange rocks, a river of white mist gushed out from a place they thought was a crack. Soon the sound of rushing water rumbled, and the flood roared and rushed from a distance. In an instant, the crack became a tributary of hell's long River of the Departed.
In the hazy white mist, new souls were faintly born.
Griselda watched this scene, and she vaguely understood what happened.
Hawkins looked at her: "Successful?"
"En, His Majesty has succeeded." Griselda put her hand on the railing, and she turned to look at the pirates: "His Majesty won! We won!"
The pirates were taken aback for a moment, and then threw their hats high into the air: "Long live Legrand! Long live the king!"
The iron wings of the Dragon Wing Battleship flapped slowly, making the sound of metal gears turning.
The battle was over, and the rest was triumph.
The battleships slowly soared into the sky, and they turned around and flew towards Blackstone Castle. Along the way, Griselda saw that on the land of hell, the dry river bed was filled with river water, and magma spewed out from the lake, like thousands of flowers and trees.
Mela the crow flew out of the Thousand Knives Peak carrying people from the military industry department. It looked at the torrential River of the Departed, and tears filled its eyes.
A thousand years have passed, and with the long River of the Departed rushing to various places in hell, this cursed chaotic place finally revealed an aura of order once again.
Hell had finally ushered in its order.
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Blackstone Castle.
The bloodkin servants dragged away the mountain of corpses of the lords, and these corpses directly became their food. Although it sounded bloody, it was true. In hell, eating bones and sucking blood was justified. If a lord wanted to grow strong, it must have swallowed countless corpses.
The law of becoming stronger or dying was extraordinarily blunt here.
After all the corpses in the hall were dragged away, the Devil finally walked in from outside the hall.
Basilisk's blow had pierced his heart. But the reason why he didn't die was because the King gave him all his authority.
The blood on the smooth rocky ground hadn't solidified yet. When the Devil walked in, he immediately saw his Majesty sitting on the throne surrounded by blood. The roof of the main hall was smashed by the lords during the fight. At this time, the moonlight fell coldly and sprinkled on the King.
The Devil was still holding the dragon bone sword that was dripping blood. They looked at each other from a distance, and neither of them spoke.
Drip, drip.
Holding the sword, the Devil stepped forward, stepping on the blood on the ground.
He walked to the throne and half knelt down.
The King looked down at him.
The Devil held the hand of the King wearing the bone ring, and the light of the bone ring flowed when he returned the authority to the King. The King's hand was still stained with the blood that spattered when he was pierced through the heart by Basilisk. The Devil saw it, and he laughed happily, lowering his head and kissing the back of the King's hand.
"Good evening, my dear Majesty."
The Devil said.