Otherworldly White Dragon Lord

For Silvador, the glamorous and unparalleled succubus queen is like her own worst nightmare, especially when the succubus queen showed her abusive look, Silvador suddenly recalled that she was the most fascinating Own painful memories.In front of the two giant dragons, Salion unceremoniously revealed the facts to herself. As a chessboard for the game between gods and demons, she was nothing more than a trivial piece on this chessboard. At that time, the succubus queen's eyes were It explained everything, as long as she needed it, she could abandon her originally high self into the abyss of pain at any time.

"Okay, let me go out." The succubus queen looked at Silvador and said to dozens of stunning beauties around her.

"You┉┉you┉┉"

Seeing the beauties who were still afraid of themselves scrambling to flatter them and leave without hesitation one by one with a cold expression, Silvador suddenly felt as if they were falling straight into the ice cellar.

The succubus queen Shalien looked at Silvador with the eyes of the superior who looked at the ants and said coldly: "It's time to work~ slave, have you forgotten your own identity? Idiot!!"

slave!?

Silvador suddenly became stunned. He was the king of Berrama Kingdom and the master of the strongest kingdom on this continent. Countless kings surrendered to him. Even the Holy See did not dare to scold him in front of him, but now he Actually called ┉┉ called a slave!

The voice of nothingness sounded in Silvador's ear again, as if it had penetrated the soul directly with special power.

"No! I am the king of Berrama, I am the ruler. And I will conquer this continent, just like the once overlord Garselik was crowned emperor!!"

The scene changed abruptly again, and in an instant Silvador found himself sitting on the throne again, with countless important ministers still standing there like the most loyal servants.

Silvador yelled as if he had caught the straw: "Quick! Guard me, guard your king, and destroy that damn demon!!"

But below, whether it is an officer of the Imperial Guard or an ordinary court guard.No one took even one step, and no one paid attention to the orders of'Your Majesty'.On the contrary, the corners of everyone's mouth showed a strange range, and expressions of sarcasm, ridicule, and disdain appeared on their faces. Suddenly, the magnificent palace hall seemed to become a comedy stage, and the people below were audiences.Silvador is the most ridiculous clown on the stage.

"Why! Why!? You dare to disobey my orders!!"

As if provoked, Silvador slapped the ground with a scepter frantically, but no matter how he yelled, the subjects below laughed more and more, as if he had seen the most ridiculous comedy performance.

The blood and black mist gradually condensed to form a silhouette. The tyranny, blood and extreme cruelty radiated from the silhouette, and came quietly behind Silvador. The black silhouette slowly held Silvador. His head covered his eyes with his hands, and instantly when the black figure released his hands.For a while, Silvador seemed to have fallen into the most terrible nightmare. His entire complexion instantly turned pale, and his throat kept making a hoarse voice like being choked.

The court guard turned into a black armor.Devil with a twisted appearance and burning flame!

Some ministers became terrible monsters with distorted faces crying, laughing, joy, and anger, and making shuddering noises, while the guards officers turned into spreading wings and piled up all over their bodies. Aesthetic muscles are full of powerful demons of killing, death and destruction!

Countless monsters that only appear in Silvador’s most terrible nightmare stood below and looked at him with piercing laughter. There were also some demons that Silvador had never seen before, with disdainful eyes. Watching him mercilessly.The huge swords, battle axes, and halberds in their hands are still dripping with blood, as if someone would cut Silvador on the throne into mud without hesitation as long as someone gave an order!

"Bugs┉┉"

"The self-righteous clown┉┉"

"Sad mortal┉┉"

"Kill him. Cut him into pieces┉┉"

"I want to devour his flesh and blood┉┉"

"Peel off his soul and leave him tortured forever┉┉"

Countless demons kept narrating the words of the dungeon, those bloody words, those expressions full of ridicule and disdain, Silvador was completely limp on the chair for an instant, and even his lower body began to leak some smelly Flavored liquid.

The black figure behind was making a dull laugh, Silvador raised his hand involuntarily, but found that his hands were shackled at some point. When Silvador was about to struggle, he suddenly found himself His feet were also shackled, and in the next moment Silvador discovered that his whole body was shackled to the throne and could not move at all.

The black shadow dramatically said, Silvador was desperately crying for help with a crazy scream, but his voice could only echo in the palace with the whispers of countless demons. In an instant, Silvador found this place. It wasn't a royal palace at all, and he was just locked in a prison called the royal palace.No one cares about himself, no one is loyal to himself.Everything is fake, everyone is deceiving themselves.

In Silvador's wailing and screams, the black figure seemed to have seen the most comical performance in the world, as if a high flame rose up behind the throne.

Silvado couldn't help but yelled: "No! I am the king. I am the king of Berrama Kingdom. No one can deny it."

"I have!! I am born the prince of Berrama Kingdom, I am different from those lowly people!! I can execute them and judge them, no one can judge me, I have this right and those untouchables don't! !"

The black figure uttered deafening laughter, tearing Silvador's soul continuously, dragging him into the dark mud a little bit.There were countless pictures of memories, painful, desperate, and humiliating, and countless words and phrases sounded in my ears.Silvador woke up suddenly in a trance, as if being stimulated.

The whole world seemed to have lost its color. Silvador was lying in the corridor of the palace. In front of him, a thin boy with gorgeous clothes was walking over without a word, his eyes widened.This boy knows himself, he is himself!To be more precise, he was when he was a young child.

Silvador stretched out his hand to touch his young self, but the boy just walked past him without saying a word.It seemed that he didn't see the future self with the crown at all.

"It's that pesky little prince, who always looks self-righteous."

"Last time he pushed the maid down the stairs because the maid didn't bring him his favorite pastries in time."

Countless low voices came from all directions. On the other side of the corridor, some palace attendants quietly gathered together to watch the passing little prince complain.

"It's just a child born by the spoiled little princess. Is this a prince?"

"That princess's family has no strength to participate in the throne struggle. Sooner or later the foolish prince will die."

"Present a prince's posture in front of us all day long. I don't want to think that if he is not in the royal family, he is not qualified to be so arrogant.

A certain change in the scene is in the maid's lounge.Men and women gathered in twos and threes to talk about it. Whenever Silvador's name was mentioned, everyone laughed and disdain, without any respect.

"The idiot prince! The fool prince┉┉"

"It's just luck┉┉"

"If it wasn't for being born into the royal family┉┉"

Silvador covered his ears and closed his eyes, but still couldn't stop the picture and sound from appearing in his mind. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.

These words filled Silvado's mind like an unstoppable will, and forced him to accept every word and the meaning contained in every word!

I am just a person who has nothing, a beggar who can only continue to live by charity, a slave who is always dominated by others┉┉ (to be continued)