[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

Chapter 230 Kingship

In a word, it is earth-shattering.

Arthur turned his head abruptly. After thousands of years, the murals were still brilliant and colorful, depicting bright landscapes and characters. However, after Pollan's abrupt words, every painting seemed to be soaked in blood.

— King's blood.

Religious murals like this kind involve hundreds of characters casually, and among them, there are more than a dozen of them who can clearly see their high status. The characters wear golden crowns and hold scepters, just like heaven and man.

These are... kings?

The king runs through history, the king lives at the top of history, and the king dies before the people—this is basically what the murals in Ramascus express.Where is this king?A living sacrifice to the kingdom!

Arthur kept silent, he walked forward with his head muffled, the archbishop suddenly stretched out his hand, and patted the little king's head from behind.The hands of the priests are basically warm. Although restricted by magic, there is still a thin layer of holy light covering the palms. Except for dark creatures, no one does not like this power, even Arthur.

In the faint holy light, his body gradually relaxed, and the archbishop still didn't stop stroking. He embraced the little king in his arms under Pollan's almost murderous eyes, like comforting a frightened animal, lovingly Rubbing the top of his hair.

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty." The voice that bewitched believers was soft and gentle, "We are already here, standing here close to the final secret, no one will offer you as a sacrifice, not even a god." no."

Those radiant eyes at the time of the fire are still in his memory, sharp and unruly, yet full of arrogance. At that moment, the little king was like a bird that can fly in a storm, with long, narrow and powerful eyes. Wings, there is only the possibility of breaking them by himself, and they will never be caught by the people standing on the ground.

Eyes so beautiful that it makes people tremble.

"Let go of your hand!" The young general was furious, his saber was out of its sheath, not as gorgeous as the nobleman's sword, but more deadly.However, the archbishop still hugged the little king as if he hadn't seen the sharp blade until Arthur struggled away by himself.

"Enough, thank you for your kindness."

The archbishop is smart, he smiled lightly, and withdrew his hand obediently.

When the three were exploring in the underground palace, the distant kingdom was already in chaos.Not only the king was missing, but also a powerful archbishop and the general who commanded the army. Counting the entire kingdom, only the head of the Will family can support the facade.

The minds of the nobles are floating, in their view, this is a godsend opportunity.Aristocrats are cunning creatures. They pursue interests and respect family. If there is a good opportunity not to be restrained by the king, of course they must seize it.

The Will family was full of people for a while, but Cedric, the head of the family, was abnormally quiet. Except for taking the king's servants to ask the majesty where to go—of course, everyone thought he was putting on a show—he had never shown any ambitions.

Is it for security?The nobles speculated privately, but it had been nearly two months, and the wait-and-see time was too long, so they waited for others to propose it, and then put on the crown as a matter of course?

The nobles thought they knew the truth, and flattered their imaginary new king one after another. The Will family was surrounded by a tidal wave of flattery. Cedric was fine. Other family members had a secret expectation. Same goes for Will.

He received a request from a family member, intending to ask his brother's intentions by knocking sideways. If his brother really has that kind of thought, then the Will family will...

As the center of the storm, Cedric kept the eye of the typhoon calm.He went to the dungeon again, where Matt was imprisoned, and the king's whereabouts were unknown. As a servant, he could not escape his guilt.

He had a chance to escape, and even Arthur had already arranged a retreat for him, but Matt seemed to be martyred on his own initiative—he stayed.

"Where did Your Majesty go?" Cedric's patience was running out, he grabbed the iron gate suddenly, and for the first time, the usually calm and shrewd man showed his crazy posture, roaring in a tone that did not conform to noble etiquette , "Where did His Majesty go?!"

Matt looked out the window indifferently, the small prison window let in a little light, illuminating his eyes, but this was just an illusion caused by time, he ignored Cedric's question quite a bit bored.

"If it's not written in the letter, then I don't know."

The nobleman staggered back, recalling the content of the letter, he showed a painful and desperate expression.

The king said in the letter that he was asked to abolish the royal power, whether it was to push the parliament to the top or establish a new institution, in short, the royal power should not continue to exist.

How could Cedric accept it? !The only object of his faith and love is the king. If the royal power does not exist, then the blond boy wearing the crown is a complete bubble phantom. No matter how hard he tries, the other party will leave him forever.

Don't...not allow that to happen!

"I will not do what the letter says! The crown will wait for its owner forever!" Seeing that Matt's expression finally changed, Cedric smiled coldly and nervously, turned and left.

Cedric returned to the mansion in a bad mood, and the butler presented him with a few invitations from the nobles. He didn't have the heart to deal with those people at all, and threw the colorful invitations into the trash can with a wave of his hand.Sitting in front of the huge desk, the nobleman opened a hidden compartment in the drawer. This exquisitely constructed box for confidential documents only contained a thin letter.

Cedric stared at the envelope for a moment, then reached out and took it out.The king's handwriting is full of vigor, and it can be seen that there is no haste in writing this letter, obviously premeditated.

Cruel man, thought Cedric.

He didn't know how many times he had read this letter, and the content was already familiar to him. The king's idea was very good, but he didn't intend to implement it at all.

Just as he was thinking about something, Cedric suddenly keenly noticed that the letter paper under his hand didn't feel right. He subconsciously twisted it, and there were actually two layers of letter paper!

There are only a few words written on the second layer, which is a short poem by the famous bard Gefried in the mainland——

[The moonlight is beautiful tonight, but my love is like a tide. 】

[The strings of the quivering crescent, bind my heart tightly. 】

[It is a curse called love, and a poison called sweetness. 】

[I can't say it, so I have to repeat it quietly in my heart. 】

The paper was trembling, and Cedric felt his embarrassment. He covered his eyes with his hands and smiled almost with tears in his eyes.

"It turns out that you already knew... ah, how cunning..."

After wandering in the underground palace for almost a whole day and night, Arthur finally stood in front of the huge instrument at the core. The bronze gears meshed with each other, but there was no noise at all during operation. The existence of the little man, no one knows that it is a special existence that can create life.

[Do you know what to create? ] the man in the bottle asked Arthur.

Arthur took a deep breath of the decaying subterranean air and nodded cautiously.

He knew, he knew exactly what he wanted to create.

"Really?" The person in the bottle smiled faintly. On his transparent elven wings, there was an extremely gorgeous picture. Various colors collided with each other, and the stream of light was like waves hitting the shore. Human emerald eyes are clearly exposed in the air.

[For me, freedom is equal to death. 】The villain said,【When I leave that bottle, freedom will accelerate my exhaustion.But why?The black wings of death spread above my head, but my heart was full of joy. 】

【Your Majesty, how much I respect and love you! 】

The small body began to rise, and the person in the bottle turned into a ball of eternal light, submerged into the huge machine, the gear hesitated for a moment, and then, all steps were reversed, and the machine began to run in the completely opposite direction.

The surrounding scenery began to distort, and the lightless darkness hit, Arthur felt like he was in a black hole, all time and space lost his concept around him, distorted clocks and multi-dimensional objects flashed by, and finally spread before his eyes, Extremely bright.

[What do you want to create? ] The voice of the person in the bottle sounded.

"...I want to create a new life, he will be a combination of creation and destruction, a pure existence with both tenderness and cruelty."

"I define him as eternal matter, and I define him as eternal spirit."

—the sound of the machine continuing to operate.

The man in the bottle did not answer for a long time. He seemed to be immersed in a huge number of calculations. Finally, after almost a century of long thinking, he gave the answer.

"Yes," said the man in the bottle, "you will create gods."

Cedric couldn't believe that those nobles would have the courage to elect him to the top, but these people chose to rebel!The leaderless army was divided and drawn, and the methods of the nobles remained superb for ten years.Now the armies belonging to the state are attacking the city, trebuchets are throwing huge fireballs, and the walls are burning.

How did things become like this?Cedric lacked time to react. He could only lead the guards who were still loyal to the king to fight. It was always relatively easy to defend the city, but in the face of a large number of enemies, defeat was only a matter of time.

The residents of Wangcheng are all shrunk in their homes, wars and the like are very far away from them.

"How's it going?"

"I don't know, I can't seem to keep it..."

"What to do? Who will massacre the city?"

Panic is spreading, and everyone is overwhelmed with despair.At this time, the White Mage living in the palace finally stood up, holding a wooden staff in her hand, her gentle eyes were stained with worry.

"It's useless to escape, if you don't resist, no one can hold their own destiny!"

Her prestige among the people is really too high, she raised her arms and immediately responded like a cloud.There are also people who think that the kingdom of a king who knows magic should not be protected. Mrs. Linna frowned and looked at those people. This is the worst evil she can show.

"I can also use magic, am I evil too?!"

No one made a sound, the family of adult males capable of fighting settled down, and they spontaneously climbed up the city wall to help the defenders do what they could, and Bi Ermin was among them.She just held an emergency meeting, and now the councilors are scattered throughout the capital, trying to stabilize the situation in their own industries.

"Will we win?" Biermin murmured as he looked at the unfavorable battle situation.

What answered her was a resounding dragon chant!

The arrival of the black dragon casts a huge shadow on the ground. This is his original size. Before entering the palace, he compressed his bones. Now facing the war, he naturally showed the most powerful posture!

Every time Longyan exhales, it takes away the lives of a large number of rebels. Bows and arrows can't penetrate the hard scales at all, and the powerful artillery can't compare with the dragon's flexibility in the air.The situation of the battle was reversed in an instant, and the black dragon, which existed as a weapon of war, brought endless nightmares to the rebels!

Burn burn burn!Everything is burning!While the black dragon was breathing, a powerful shell fell heavily into the enemy's territory, and the white pigeon "coo-cooed" as it passed through the gunpowder smoke, with an olive branch from the New World in its mouth.

It's the fleet!Equipped with new weapons and headed to the New World, the fleet returned at this time!

Along the wide inland waterway, the heavily armored ships cruised slowly, firing a naval cannon from time to time. It was the first time that the merchant as the captain of the fleet was so generous. He didn't care about burning gold coins, and poured gunpowder on the battlefield fiercely.

It's a win.The banner of Cerberus fluttered in the wind of the battlefield, and the nobleman finally relaxed his clenched fists.

How to describe the scene in front of Arthur?Probably all the gorgeous rhetoric in this world can't describe the new life born before my eyes.No, maybe not the new birth, but the resurrection.

The combination of angels and demons is probably the blueprint for the birth of new life?Arthur didn't know, he was just staring at the black-haired young man in front of him, with a sacred aura wafting in the air, but when the other party opened his eyes, there were clearly cunning evil thoughts hidden in his eyes like molten gold.

This is God.

"Because of you, I was finally resurrected." God smiled softly. He approached the Son of Man and lifted a strand of his golden hair.

"In return, you can make any wish."

Underneath the arrogant words was absolute control over the entire world, and Arthur did not doubt that the other party had the ability to fulfill any wish.

"Then..." The king took a deep breath and expressed his deepest wish.

"Eliminate the kingship—from this world!"

"The old king is dead, and the new king should be destroyed. Only when the king's system ceases to exist, can I truly break free from the nightmare reincarnation of the Middle Ages. This world will also usher in a glorious new era."

"It's the rule of the people, the rule of the people without a king!"

The king's purple eyes shone brighter than ever before, like the surface of the sea reflecting the morning sun.

"Fulfill my wish, my God."