After Becoming The Tyrant CH 167 The World Is Vast
"The original Devil crawled out from the Wall of Insects, leaving bones everywhere in his path. On the third day, he tore apart hell and fought with the gods... The gods erased his name and banished him to the end of the world. Eternal curses were engraved on the chains of the abyss, and he shall be imprisoned until the destruction of the world." The priest stood on the bloody battlefield, looking up at the battle in the sky, and he chanted the ancient past like a poet.
Time flowed, and a thousand years had passed, but from this scene now, one could glimpse the arrogant shadow of the story about the beginning of the world.
Blade-like blazing suns burst out from the waves of black clouds, and the battle between the angels and the Devil collided like the black and white sides of the world, leaving a dazzling mirage. The body of the dragon bone sword, baptized by the Devil's blood, turned a ferocious dark red color. Every time it collided with the holy sword in the angel's hand, a strong current would erupt, distorting the space where it was located.
The sky was like a mirror that was constantly being shattered, becoming full of cracks.
Holy fire and black butterflies, blazing sun and dark clouds.
In such an extremely fierce battlefield, if the Devil Make made a mistake and the angels succeeded in launching even a small attack on the monarch on the throne, then the King who had given all authority to the Devil would die in an instant. It was unimaginable how the mortal on that throne dared to make such a life-or-death choice.
"Monarchy."
The priest watched the Devil cut down the holy sword of an angel, then turned around and drove the butterflies to stop the last angel who wanted to take the opportunity to bypass him and kill the one who truly had the authority to be the monarch.
The battle situation had been decided.
The priest shook his head. Although he was a priest, he showed a kind of indifference to the battle in the sky that a believer should not have. The angels had been cut down, and the pious man should be in pain and weeping, despairing and confused, but he was as indifferent as if the beings fighting in the sky were not the beloved children of God whom he should believe in and kneel down to.
The battle on the ground was also coming to an end. The Holy Legion, which was far more numerous than Legrand's army, was massacred. The commanders roared loudly on the chaotic battlefield, trying to contain the disintegration but were unable to do anything.
The priest carried a long box and walked through the chaotic battlefield, looking for Duke West. He cleverly avoided the heroic soul knights, and the remaining ordinary Legrandian soldiers seemed completely unaware of his passing.
In a low-lying place where the dead were piled up, West trembled as he used the corpses to cover himself. The heroic knights who rode skeleton horses and easily trampled on them completely destroyed his self-confidence. The fall of the angels made him feel extremely despairing. The only thing he could do at this time was to lie down in the mud and pray to the Holy Lord to protect them.
He heard the sound of Legrand's soldiers approaching, and stretched out his hand to tightly grasp the broadsword beside him.
"It's me, Mr. Duke."
The priest held a broken spear he picked up from the battlefield and blocked Duke West's broadsword. He walked through most of the bloody battlefield, but his priest robes were still clean and spotless.
Duke West stared at the priest who in his impression had always been unassuming and silent. It was only at this moment that he was shocked to realize what kind of person Pope Theolde had placed around him.
"You, are you here to help me?"
As if grasping the last straw, he knelt on the ground and clutched the priest's hem tightly. The Bressian knights he led were almost completely annihilated in this battle. This battle, which he thought could change his situation, in turn pushed him into a true abyss.
"Theo... no, His Majesty the Pope sent you to help me, right? I am willing to offer my loyalty to His Majesty!"
The priest patted his shoulder, and Duke West unconsciously let go of his hand.
"His Majesty is benevolent towards everyone."
The priest placed the box in front of Duke West and opened it.
On one side was a brown wooden bow. The wood used had strange natural patterns. Those patterns were like the whirlpool of stars in the night sky. The wooden bow was placed on dark red silk, but it seemed to be placed in blood. The moment he saw the bow, Duke West felt as if the screams of monsters were ringing in his ears.
Next to the wooden bow was an arrow made of meteorite fragments.
He reached out his hand uncontrollably and grasped the wooden bow that exuded a strange aura.
The priest leaned slightly and watched him grab the bow and press his face against the bow with a terrifying enthusiasm that he was completely unaware of.
The Seducer's Bow, also known as the Bow of Sin.
This was a bow accompanied by curses and strange tales. It was originally a weapon of the Holy Court Tribunal. But its owner, an outstanding judge, used it to kill all the succubi in the swamp. The unwilling and spiteful soul of the succubus lodged in the wooden bow, which in turn cursed the tenacious judge. Finally, one day, he used this bow to attack a cardinal and betrayed the Holy See.
Since then, this bow had been classified as a "taboo" by the Holy Court and shelved. It was said that whoever got this bow would betray his original position and eventually die in ruins.
"It's a really good bow. I wish I could try it."
Duke West murmured, reaching for the arrow in the box.
"Simply follow your own will."
The priest said, bowing slightly to Duke West, and then left this little area.
Except for himself and Duke West, no one knew that this episode happened on this bloody battlefield.
At the other end of the battlefield, thanks to the efforts of Earl Rudolph in the rear army, a team of Bressian knights finally reunited. But they had no battle spirit left and just wanted to retreat quickly from this battlefield.
"Where is the Duke?"
Some of West's subordinates were commendable for their loyalty, and they also wanted to find their master.
"Look! There!"
Suddenly someone screamed.
"That's… that's the Duke, what is he doing?!"
In a place where corpses were piled on the battlefield, Duke West stood up. He held a long bow and put an arrow with an ominous glow on the bowstring.
He was aiming at... the sky! !
A scene that shocked everyone appeared!
Duke West shot the arrow that contained endless ominousness at the angel in the sky! The arrow left the string and flew high into the sky. The arrow made of a meteorite shard looked like a dark red meteor in everyone's field of vision, dragging a long tail across the sky. With mortal eyesight, it was impossible to see whether the arrow finally hit the angel.
But everything was clear.
In full view of the public, Duke West committed an unimaginable act of blasphemy! He launched an attack on an angel of the Holy Lord!
Horse hooves trampled on the battlefield that had become like a blood swamp, making a sticky sound.
The priest who was sent by the Pope as a special envoy to this Holy Legion appeared, with a solemn expression on his face.
"Everyone! A sad thing has happened——" The priest grabbed the reins, "Duke West whom we trusted has betrayed us! He is a heretic! He made a deal with hell and betrayed us!"
Up in the sky.
The world was frozen in the most chaotic and splendid moment, with a sea of black clouds and thousands of broken sword-like lights, blazing flames and rushing wind.
The angel whose wings were cut off was hit by the cursed arrow shot by the betrayer, and thousands of black butterflies flying or spreading their wings drowned him. The last angel rushed to the throne of bones at the expense of his companions' sacrifice, and was about to throw the holy sword at the monarch who had given away all his authority.
The monarch lowered his head, as if in contempt or indifference.
The dragon bone sword penetrated the angel's heart, and the black mist entangled itself around the holy sword, tightly pulling it.
This time, he made it.
The Devil turned his wrist, and the blade crushed the angel's heart.
Golden light exploded, and the angel composed of the blood of the divine and dust of light shattered into countless golden flecks in the air, flying like a rain that had been falling for an unknown number of years. This was the ultimate beauty and the ultimate strangeness. The world looked like it was about to be broken, and it also looked like it was about to be reborn.
The Devil covered in blood raised his head, and the monarch holding the scepter lowered his head.
Their gaze spanned a thousand years of light and shadow.
The world was vast, this moment like a reunion.