After Becoming The Tyrant CH 147 The Knight And His Monarch
Hello, my knight.
Hearing this mild and brief greeting, the Devil stood at the door of the room, and suddenly withdrew the smile on his face. It was late at night, there was no candle lit in the King's room, and the door of the room was dark. The only light was the moonlight slanting in through the glass paned windows.
The moonlight cast a slanted square on the soft thick carpet. In contrast, the rest of the room seemed even darker. The Devil was dressed in black, standing at the door of the room, as if he had melted into the darkness, even his pale face was hard to discern. He looked at the King, and the King looked out the window at the moon.
A thin crescent moon hung alone and coldly high in the sky, without dark clouds or wind.
Just like when they first met.
The end of the world was a barren beach with no trees or flowers.
The earth was black, the sky was dark red, there were no birds, no beasts, no live fish. There were only endless bones and endless wind. Those who were exiled there were all the fellows who have been cursed by the world. They would be scraped away by the wind little by little in loneliness and unwillingness.
In the end, there was only one resident left there.
It was the Devil that was expelled by all the gods, whose story survived in a few words of legend. He symbolized the dark and chaotic side of the world and was the enemy of the gods. In order to completely erase his name from the world, the gods sent down thunder that flooded the earth for seven days and seven nights.
The Devil sat on the jagged black stone, isolated from the other side of the world day after day. His strength destined that he would not die here so soon, but he had no name, just like a beast trapped in a cage.
He paced back and forth in the cage day after day, unable to die, and unable to tear open the cage.
In that solitude so long that even time was blurred, he met a king who had no territory and no knights.
——Under a huge crescent moon.
The wall clock hanging on the wall ticked the minutes and seconds so clearly that the Devil suddenly smiled. He came out of the darkness, into the cold moonlight, and stood before the King.
He held the King's hand, kissed the back of it, and then looked at him: "Good evening, my dear Majesty."
The King looked up at him, the moonlight fell on his face, casting fine shadows.
The Devil smiled, and put something on the table: "Ferri III had entered the real tomb of the gods. As for whether he can succeed, it's up to him. Besides... this is a gift for you."
Inside a frozen snowball, there was a black snake that had been shrunken by many times its original size.
Faintly it could be seen that the black snake was covered with scars.
When the King reached out to pick it up for a closer look, the Devil suddenly stretched out his hand and covered his eyes.
"Your Majesty, you must remember this time."
The wine-like breath fell on the King's ears, just like the Devil himself, carrying the unique coldness of hell.
"Your soul is mine."
Only belonging to him.
He inserted his fingers into the King's silver hair, and bent down.
The moonlight was cold and indifferent, falling on the two figures by the window. The knight in black bowed his head to kiss his lord and master, and the moonlight outlined their profiles.
The young monarch raised his hand.
In the end it stopped in mid-air.
"Don't break the contract again, my dear Majesty."
The Devil said softly.
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South of Hopeless Inner Sea.
On the cloth of the world, this area was collectively referred to as "Southern Katz Continent", which meant "Desolate and Savage Land". The land here was barren, there was no continuous forest, not even low shrubs, and the land was as flat as if it had been plowed once when the world was created.
However, in the language of the barbarians, this place was called the "Plain of Gulundi", which meany "the place where the demon wolf sleeps".
According to legend, the leader of the pack of wolves was a white-haired demon wolf as enormous as a castle city. It was formed by the gathering of all souls of wolves in the world. As long as there was one wolf alive in this world, it would never die. When it was weak, it would hide in a deep lair, in the cold and darkness, turning into a skeleton of dry bones, and wait until its descendants spread all over the world.
Once the wolves were as many as sand or the sea, they would gather from all over the world, come to the place where the demon wolf slept, and wake it up. The awakening of the demon wolf meant that this world had become a paradise for war, and the wolves would be led by their leader to wander the land, living on disasters and flesh and blood.
The sky in the west was blood-red by the burning clouds, and the earth was shrouded in scarlet light and shadow. The wind blew across the grassland, showing a shocking vastness.
At this time, on the Gulundi plain, a large white tent was erected.
The Gulundi heavy cavalry in heavy armor stood solemnly around the large white tent, their faces hidden under their black helmets, which were forged into the shape of a wolf's head. From a distance, it looked like a group of lone wolves wandering around, but one day they gathered together suddenly.
In front of the large white tent, countless pieces of wood were piled up layer by layer, and finally built up into a huge tetrahedron. The setting sun fell on the pyramid-shaped timber pile, revealing the heavy bloodstains smeared on it. It was a staggeringly large bonfire around which cavalry patrolled.
When the last ray of sunlight was hidden by the night, the leader of the Gulundi heavy cavalry, Hermóðr, walked out of the large white tent.
The moment he stepped out, the surrounding cavalry immediately raised their spears high. They clenched their fists and thumped their chests heavily, shouting loudly in the unique language of the barbarians.
"Father."
Hermóðr's son, Hamond greeted him.
"Legrand sent a letter, do you want to read it?"
"Legrand?" Hermóðr' raised his head and looked across the Abyss Strait, "Read it to me."
Hamond unfolded the letter that was secretly delivered to them after many twists and turns, and read it in a low voice.
He was in awe of his father, and he hadn't read the letter before he got his father's permission. At this time, the more he read through it, the more serious his face became, but his father's expression hadn't changed much from the beginning to the end.
"What a pity." After hearing the letter, Hermóðr' sighed regretfully, "It seems that it is impossible to duel with the successor of the Duke of Buckingham now... Please reply to him, and say that our Nujin Empire agrees to the alliance."
"Yes!"
Hamond saluted respectfully.
The moment Hermóðr' said "Nujin Empire", he was not just the leader of the Gulundi heavy cavalry, but the ancient barbarian emperor "Móðr" of the Nujin Empire!
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of a drum that made the ground tremble was heard. It was a huge drum made of hundreds of feet of high-quality cowhide. Eight Gulundi warriors beat it together. The sound of the drum was strong and powerful, and it echoed afar on the desolate plain, like the heartbeat of a demon wolf that had been dead for an unknown number of years was recovering little by little.
And when the wolf woke up completely, the world would become a battlefield.
Hermóðr' took over his helmet from his son.
Then came the breastplate, the shoulder armor, the wrist guard... A whole set of heavy armor was put together on him, and finally his son brought him his huge broadsword. In the blink of an eye, he changed from a mercenary leader to a majestic emperor.
Hermóðr' held the hilt of the sword, his strong muscles holding up the iron armor. He raised the broadsword high.
The broadsword flashed a cold light in the air, and fell with the sound of wind. The head of the captive who was tied up and kneeling in front of the wood pile fell to the ground before he could cry out. Blood gushed out from the cavity, splashed high at that moment, and landed on the huge pyramid built with countless firewood.
"Light it up!"
Hermóðr' ordered sharply.
The moment his voice fell, the long-awaiting Gulundi heavy cavalrymen took off the bow on their back and put an arrow on the bowstring.
One after another, the arrows flew across the air and landed on the pile of wood.
In the whistling wind, the fire swept up along with the wind, and the entire huge pyramid was on fire in the blink of an eye. The flames swept across the sky, like a torch was lit on the plain for the whole world to see, the smoke billowing like dark clouds. The firelight illuminated the armor of all the knights more ferociously, making them seem more like a pack of wolves that had gathered together.
Hermóðr' led his people to walk around the torch that was lit between heaven and earth, and chanted a long and ancient narrative.
That was the history of the barbarians.
It had been completely preserved in the oral poems and songs handed down from generation to generation. From the birth of the first demon wolf to the end of the legendary era, the demon wolf fell into an eternal sleep, and the warriors who had wolf blood running in tbeir veins were scattered all over the world.
The ancient ode overlapped, and the beginning and the last sentence of each stanza were an ancient call.
Come here! Barbarian warriors!
Come here! Descendants of the Demon Wolf!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The drumbeats sounded heavily, and the rhythm became more and more like the beating of a heart. Amidst the sound of the drum and song, the heartbeats of the Gulundi heavy cavalry gradually synchronized with the drumbeats, and everyone's heartbeats became the same, the shadows of loping wolves appearing in everyone's minds.
Those were tens of thousands of wolves. They ran out from all corners of the world, gathered together, and finally formed a terrifying army to join the battlefield!
Come here! Descendants of the Demon Wolf!
At the moment when a huge fire was lit in front of the big white tent in the Gulundi plain, and the giant drum began beating, all the nomads in the world, big or small, fertile or barren, suddenly stopped their hands. They felt the fighting spirit in their blood, and their heartbeat became heavy and powerful.
Everything converged into an ancient call that only barbarians know.
The Nujin Empire would once again reappear on the earth, and the empire was calling for its people!
All the nomads who heard this voice threw away their heavy objects and immediately sold the cattle and sheep that they used to regard as lifeblod. Without hesitation, they left where they were originally and gathered in the direction of the Gulundi plain.
War horses were galloping, coming from all directions like tidal waves. Occasionally, historians who witnessed this scene exclaimed that "the wave of barbarian invasion would sweep the earth" again.
The demon wolf would wake up, and the pack of wolves shall gather.