CH 182 Being The King

In Yoringshire City, Earl Wally was in the room on the tower. He looked at the glorious battlefield and put his hand on the badge of the Hanging Sword on his chest.

In the legendary era, human beings had to gather together to survive because of their own insignificance, and the original concept of "country" was born. So the "kingship", the authority pursued by the gods, was born in the first country. The first monarch in the world was the authority itself, just as the names of the gods point to their corresponding authority.

The gods were fighting for the authority of the "kingship", but they did not expect that the authority that overcame everything in the world would eventually be born among the most humble of races.

After the Twilight War, the gods buried their bones. In that war, the King suffered betrayal and fell, but he did not truly die. After the end of the legendary era, the original human kingdom, the Legrand Empire, stood firm on the earth thanks to the efforts of the Rose family. The Holy Lord could tamper with history and place himself in the past, present and future in order to be resurrected. As the personification of the authority "kingship", the King could naturally reappear on earth after Legrand entered the bud of national consciousness and monarchy recovered in the same way. 

That time was a thousand years.

A thousand years have passed, and faith could no longer suppress the sparks of thought. The dawn of humanity flashed across the long river of history, and commercial ships traveled across the sea. Generations of descendants of the Rose family have revitalized a fragmented country. When William III unified the thirty-six states and the Legrand Empire once again formed a unified empire, the royal power recovered.

The King was born again on the earth on the night of Saint Val's death.

He was born to be a king.

From that moment on, the gears of fate began to turn.

Earl Wally opened the box he brought and took out the most important thing inside.

The prophecy tablets of the Lower El.

"After a thousand years, the earth will be turned over like a pottery jar, the lowly will come on top, and the humble will dominate the cemetery… the birthplace of the gods will no longer exist." He read out the prophecy on it, the latest interpretation of a phrase on the back of the clay tablet, “The reversal of top and bottom, a millennium repeated, eternal and never ending."

The unknown wise man from a thousand years ago made a prophecy that had been proven by history.

A thousand years ago, the gods on the earth were high and lofty, like riding the clouds, while mortals were suppressed at the bottom, like slaves and ants. Lowly and insignificant. However, a thousand years have passed, and the gods now slept forever in the darkness. The gods have become chess pieces, and mortals dominate the world on top of their bones. When the bottom reached the top, the world changed drastically.

The world and history were turbulent and never-ending in such changes.

This was true a thousand years ago, and it was true a thousand years later.

………………

Hell, Blackstone Royal City.

The millenium war ended at the moment when the angels fell. In the dark red sky, the Law sealed all the cracks. Mela walked in the dead blackstone castle, and the wind flowed through the long corridors, carrying the sound of string instruments from the main hall.

The Devil sat in front of the throne of bones, with the golden harp in his hand that appeared on the night the King was met with assassination. His pale fingers plucked the strings, playing an elegant and low melody. The melody was like the sound of billions of angels dying, and like billions of ghosts snickering, half happy and half sad.

"Let's talk about the death of the emperor, my dear."

He sang in a low voice, playing with the strings with his pale fingers. The moonlight only illuminated half of his face, while the other half was hidden in the darkness.

"Some were deposed, and some were killed in war.

Some were haunted to death by the ghosts of their usurped

Some were poisoned by their wives, some were killed in their sleep

They were all killed——"

The ancient opera was still like a poisonous snake swimming in the dark night, gorgeous, cold, and full of mockery and malice towards the world and mankind. There was a sarcastic smile on the Devil's pale face. He was the first Devil in the evil and chaotic realm of hell. He never liked those stupid humans who couldn't always tell who was protecting them and who was cannibalizing them——prostrating to wooden idols while cursing loudly at the monarch who protected them.

How stupid they were, how ridiculously stupid.

So why should his monarch spend all his energy on these people again? His lord belonged in hell.

Across time and space, he played a small sleight of hand when he signed a contract with the King again. He wrote a "destiny" about the future, trying to guide the King to the road of death before the arrival of the Millennium Kingdom, so that he could lead his Majesty back to hell.

With the bone scepter given to him by the King, he could intervene in the fate of the King when his soul first returned and had not yet completely marked the world. But it was a pity that even after a thousand years, his Majesty was still the same as before. The King rescued the Duke of Buckingham, quelled the rebellion, and blocked the Black Death——exactly as before, brilliant and decisive.

His loophole failed.

The Millennium Kingdom opened, and the King and the world were inseparable.

He had no choice but to serve his monarch with all his heart. His Majesty would eventually return to hell after everything was over.

A King had nothing but his country.

And all emperors would die.

"...death was binding the king

In the empty crown on the temple built its court."

This was the fate of a king.

The King standing at the ends of the world had traveled thousands of miles for his people and country, and he was exhausted. The Devil saw his end at a glance. He was the "kingship" authority itself, a monarch born in response to people's prayers and history. There would always be a day when people no longer needed "kingship", and the moment when that day came was the death of the King.

He didn't know what his fate was, so he could do whatever it took to save his people. When he knew the future, he would no longer do as such.

The Devil thought.

So the Devil spoke, hiding malice and ridicule, and asked:

"As a devil, I would like to remind you with my rare kindness, do you understand the outcome of the contract you are about to sign?"

"I will never be saved, I will never find peace, I will be abandoned by the world."

The monarch replied calmly.

——He already knew what his fate was.

Why would someone know that their fate was so tragic, but still be able to walk towards it so calm and composed? A soul that carried such a heavy destiny and countless sufferings but was always peaceful was beautiful enough to make all hell creatures covet it.

He leaned over and smiled.

"Then, in exchange, I will be loyal to you. And the moment you are abandoned, your soul belongs to me."

"Fine."

That was the only condition of the contract.

The Devil put down his harp, stood up, pulled out the dragon bone sword from the throne, and began to carve out an ancient and complicated formation with the bone throne as the center. The bloodkin servants came in with thick blood, and the blood was poured into those lines. The bloody formation surrounding the throne was like the fate of the King himself.

A person who was a king would never have peace.

………………

The earth was soaked with blood and fire, and stars streaked across the sky, announcing this extraordinary moment.

"I've been thinking about my meeting with you," Theolde said. "It will be the most stunning moment of this era."

The wind blew his white robe, and his demeanor was not at all hostile. Instead, as he said, he crossed the Abyss Strait and led thousands of troops just for this destined meeting that was to be the most exciting moment of the era. It didn't matter how many bones and seas of blood there were in the middle.

The alchemical chariots of the twelve moving fortresses changed their shapes again and became tall towers rising from the ground. This was no longer within the scope of alchemy, but the power of God. According to legend, God had twelve towers that were used to fix the heavens. He used these twelve towers as the cornerstones to establish His kingdom.

Theolde brought not only twelve siege chariots, but twelve towers of the Kingdom of God.

He was now the only god in the world.

Everyone on the battlefield could feel this terrible change. The towers rose from the ground, and the world suddenly became extremely small. Although the Pope standing in front of the towers looked like a mortal, he was as majestic as heaven and earth, making people want to prostrate themselves in submission. The Holy Army had already fallen to their knees, while Legrand's troops gathered behind the King.

The world had become a stage, and there were only two people who decided the ending to be played out on this stage.

"The reversal of top and bottom, a millennium repeated, eternal and never ending. They will abandon you, just like the prophecy said that the earth will turn upside down, the slaves at the bottom will become the masters, and you will die because of this." The twelve divine towers behind Theolde burst into bright light, crisscrossing through the sky, "I didn't expect that even so, you would still protect this country and fight for it——don't you think it's sad?"

"Then let them abandon me," the King replied sternly, "then let me die.”

The fire was blazing and the wind was roaring. Fiery fire soared into the sky like a striking snake, and the sound of the bronze bell sounded loudly in an instant. Amidst the sound of the bell, the throne of bones floated in the sky.

A King who was born to protect his people would never become an evil dragon that slaughtered his people.

A dragon slayer would always be a dragon slayer!