I Will Be The Crowned King

Large warehouse, underground.

The serene darkness enveloped the hall filled with decadent aura. It was clearly right below the warehouse boiler, but the air was as cold as a wilderness in the suburbs, and even the scattered dust was stained with frost.

The rotting moss covered the frosted and blood-stained slate floor, and the dents cut and re-engraved by the knife converged toward the center of the hall along the blood that had already penetrated the ground, forming a huge primordial ring.

With a slight roar, gritty dust was poured between the dents, mixed with shrill screams and looming gunshots; like a battering ram that kept hitting the city gate, trying to break what seemed to last forever. dark.

"They are here, we must get out of here as soon as possible."

A voice sounded in the darkness, like sand and dust floating in the air. It was impossible to tell where it came from. It even made people suspect that it was a voice that sounded in the mind, full of weirdness.

"But it's impossible!"

Another voice, expressing anger with sharp and excited emphasis: "We are very well concealed, it is impossible to be discovered so quickly, even if it is... impossible!"

"There must be a traitor, it must be!"

"Who?" The calm voice sounded again:

"We all know what the betrayal is, who would do that?"

"It must be an outsider!"

The angry voice was very firm: "Only those heretics who believe in hypocrisy will betray us - what they believe in is not true God at all, but greed!"

"I've warned you long ago, what is the fate of believing heretics!"

"But we have no choice." A faint sigh resounded in the air:

"We need these people to do things for us. In the land controlled by outsiders, only they can go anywhere without attracting attention; relying only on the true believers, we can't do anything here."

"It is because of our cowardice that the believers of the true God are unable to move an inch on their own land!"

The voice suddenly let out a low roar, and the anger from the heart could even make one imagine a distorted face: "I warned, I warned before!"

"It's pointless to say this now. The important thing is how to prevent the other party from sabotaging the true God's plan." A calm voice spoke lightly, interrupting the hysterical howl:

"The time of judgment has come, and believers in the whole world, whether true or not, have a premonition that a big plan is coming; we must step up our actions and not be disturbed by outsiders."

"The other party is an unawakened person, but I can feel that she exudes a 'traitor' aura, which is similar to but different from the invader who harmed the Lord of the Abyss... If we want to resist, we will surely die."

"Even the Great Punisher can't stop her?!"

There was a surprise in the air.

"Of course the Great Punisher can, but that will attract invaders - the Lord of the Abyss never responds to my call. I am afraid that he was severely injured in the battle with the invaders and can no longer protect us. ."

The worried voice was mixed with a sigh.

This is not only because the strength of the intruder is very strong, but also because the aura on her body is not pure, and the power that even the Lord of the Abyss cannot easily suppress is enough to prove that the other party is not a newly-rising traitor, but a descendant of a certain bloodline .

Behind her, stood an apostle.

"Let's go, I'll stay here."

A middle-aged man suddenly appeared in the center of the hall. He was dressed in a delicate but dusty trench coat and a half-top hat, almost like a gentleman in Clovis City or North Harbor.

There seemed to be silence in the darkness, and after a long time, a voice finally sounded again:

"They won't let you go, you will die here."

"When I came here, I was already dead."

The middle-aged man said coldly, with a trace of sad self-mockery in his words: "Wait any longer, it's just a walking corpse that needs to eat... It doesn't make any sense."

"But please rest assured, I will keep the promise between us and delay their actions as much as possible to create opportunities for you - I have nothing left, and I don't mind pulling other people to taste what it is like to have nothing."

"you sure?"

"Probably... To be honest, I was hesitant before I made up my mind to find you, but now I can be sure that the legend of the Seven Knights is just a children's bedtime story, and it's only a matter of time before the world ends." His eyes were extremely calm, and he gently licked the pupils of his forehead with his tongue:

"If that's the case, what else should I hesitate?"

"They are your compatriots!" an excited voice growled:

"They are still your friends, your relatives, relatives of the same blood... What you are doing now is tantamount to condemning all of them to death - and a large part of them would not have ended up in such a tragic end!"

"Yeah, but so what?" The middle-aged man laughed lightly, took a long deep breath, and let the exposed lung lobes stretch freely:

"For them, I'm dead, and this is the best outcome - if I go back now, they will never admit it, and they will only try their best to hand me over to Anson Bach."

The darkness fell into dead silence again.

"I just want to know how much the 'that thing' you gave me can help me?"

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly trembled: "That... a pill that is alive and kicking?"

His memory goes back to a few days ago, a night when he lost his soul and wanted to escape from Beluga Harbor.

In order to avoid the endless pursuit and search of the garrison legion and the Faithful Alliance, the middle-aged man had to escape into the only large warehouse that they would not easily enter in an attempt to obtain shelter.

The mercenary group that controlled the periphery of the big warehouse had just been slaughtered by the storm division at the port, and the remaining remnants were fighting for territory; the only indigenous pagans who still maintained the minimum order accepted and took him in, providing a A warm enough room, enough food and clean water.

The price is a moment of bright red, a pill that jumps alive and even grows tentacles.

After eating it, the indigenous pagans in the warehouse are willing to provide shelter, otherwise the middle-aged people will be expelled from the warehouse, or given to the immigrants who are killing each other.

He had no choice, even if he could vaguely guess what the consequences of eating it would be.

"That's not a pill." A soft sigh sounded in the darkness:

"That's an egg from a certain meteorite."

"Egg?"

The middle-aged man suddenly showed a disgusting expression, his three eyebrows huddled together:

"That's the cub of the evil...Meteor God?"

"You can understand it this way - unlike the true gods, the fallen gods are similar to the traitors who have betrayed the true gods. Even if life is almost inexorable, they must breed as many offspring as possible before their reproductive ability disappears." The voice explained:

"Not only maintains the instinct of life, but also preserves every step of 'evolution' in this way; climbing to a higher level of existence is a very dangerous behavior, and no one can ensure that what they are doing is correct the path ... it's more likely to be wrong."

"In order to ensure that the state of each 'evolution' is recorded, the Meteor Gods will multiply at the necessary stage, leaving their 'fetal egg'... The one swallowed by you belongs to someone who has just advanced to a new level Stage of the Fallen God."

"This is very important to them, and sometimes they even cultivate believers who have not yet embarked on the path of evolution to become their own reproduction tools."

"This is also the reason why the youngest among them who embarked on the path of evolution in the ancient bright age will be called 'Tutoer'... that is, 'Tutor'." Another new voice in middle age It sounded cheerful and funny in people's minds:

"They must choose the most talented and most trustworthy believers, let him willingly embark on the path of evolution and achieve his own extraordinary; according to legend, the most patient part of them is even willing to spend dozens or even for this. For hundreds of years, quietly waiting and cultivating the best reproduction tools and companions."

"But those despicable traitors... They have completely distorted the proverbs left by the true God!" The angry voice roared again:

"They recklessly spread their blood, relying on the same path to interbreed with each other, thinking that this would make evolution safer - but it doesn't!"

"In fact, this will only degrade them, and even the bloodline of the entire group! The gradual homogenization of all power means that the path of evolution becomes narrower and narrower, causing every previous mistake to become It is irreversible, and even becomes the basis for the existence of a certain group!"

"Because of this, their world will be completely destroyed, so that they can only survive under the rule of those cowardly false **** believers, slaughtered and ruled by simple tools, so that the power of false gods threatens the rest of the true gods. soil of!"

"This is their sin that can never be forgiven, and the proof that they are never worthy of approaching the cemetery of the true God!"

"For the believers, being chosen is a supreme honor." The calm voice sighed feebly and interrupted again:

"As for the foetus left behind... Whether it hatches successfully or not, it contains all the power of a certain round of evolution; get it, and you will have a chance."

"what chance?"

The middle-aged man's pupils trembled slightly, so that he felt a little itchy on the back of his scalp.

"Achievement... extraordinary."

It was a voice that sounded malicious:

"The power of the fetus will be completely integrated into your blood, gradually shaping you into the state of the Fallen God; if you are strong enough, you might be able to harness this power and ascend the path of evolution."

"You will completely get rid of the fragile body of mortals, change from an inferior existence to a perfect existence, see the wisdom that could not be seen in the past, and leap to a higher level."

"But if you fail... at least you can get a chance for revenge, right?"

To shape...evolve...steer?

The middle-aged man suddenly realized something. He raised his hand tremblingly and let every finger gently touch his cheek, feeling the squirming under his skin:

"How long does it take... to take effect?"

"No one knows." The malicious voice sounded again:

"It depends on your willpower and the power of the fetus, a year, a month, a week, a day... It's all possible; no one can confirm it until it finally happens."

"But anyway, it's an honor." Another voice interrupted:

"The opportunity you get is a gift out of reach for thousands of believers; may you understand the value and don't let it go to waste."

The middle-aged man didn't respond, and he didn't even care what would happen to him next. The last few days had been the most comfortable time for him in decades; he obviously lived in a large warehouse with stale air, eating food that was originally even his own. Pets also scorn food, but feel full of energy from head to toe, healthy as if they were back in their youth.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why so many people were bewitched by the old gods, and would rather be wanted and hunted down by the church than become a cult.

Aside from the deceived pitiful creatures, who doesn't yearn for "evolution", get rid of the weak and weak flesh and blood, and embark on the road of transcendence and eternal life?

The power of the seven bloodlines may be equally good, but not everyone is so lucky to have that noble bloodline; no... It is precisely because of the existence of these bloodline powers that it appears that the power of the old gods is so fair and equal.

For ordinary people, is there really some difference between being ruled by evil gods, knights, and being ruled by the church?

Perhaps the Heretic God looks cruel, but at least it does give everyone a chance to change their fate; but in front of the power of blood, everything is doomed at the moment of birth.

As for the Church of Order... They are always thinking about extending their tentacles to every corner of everyone's life, and they are trying to create an eternal, cold and cruel world from beginning to end.

"I'm just asking for the last time, do you really want to do this?"

There was a hint of pity in the calm voice, or it was uncertain: "Even if you can successfully revenge, you will still die in the end... The intruder lurking next to Anson Bach is an existence that can harm the Lord of the Abyss. ."

"You will surely die."

"I don't care." The middle-aged man said lightly:

"He stole everything from me. If I don't do it now, I can't imagine the next chance."

"What's more, isn't that what you wanted to save me? Disrupting the entire Beluga Harbor or even razing it to the ground, sacrificing thousands of sacrifices to those evil gods; I just ask for a little more. , let them become my funeral objects, that's all."

"So don't worry, I will fulfill my promise."

The middle-aged man turned around quietly and walked out of the door with steady steps, but his back toes with slightly trembling heels exposed his heart.

"May the king of black magic, Mute, bless your soul, and after the fragile flesh disintegrates, it can still usher in a new life."

A calm sigh sounded, causing the middle-aged man's back to tremble slightly:

"...Dear Sir Harold!"

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