Taming the Dark Lord

A dark throne floats on the endless black clouds, dripping with divine blood.

The Dark God had a gloomy face, crushing this disobedient heart.

In his chest, among layers of bones and meridians, a red heart quickly recovered and regenerated.The Dark God glanced down, the divine power gathered around the heart, restraining its growth rate.

The faint pain finally stopped for a moment.

In the tens of billions of years since the birth of the Dark God, he has never experienced this feeling, uncomfortable and strange, at a loss, flustered, and disgusted with this feeling.

He doesn't like to be controlled by others, let alone such a tiny ant.

So He decided to destroy this woman, not only to kill her, but also to take away her hope, annihilate her sanity, and completely become a zombie.

So when he kills her again, he won't be left behind, right?

Thinking about this, he closed his eyes, but his attention involuntarily returned to the saint.

The dense smell of blood lingered in the air, and the sky turned red.

Amelia's eyelashes trembled, and the drops of blood coagulated and slid across her cheeks, like tears from those beautiful eyes.

She vomited blankly.

what!!!

it is good!evil!heart!

The meat that I had just barbecued with the little tentacles rolled in my stomach and stuck in my throat, as if it was about to gush out in the next second.

She lowered her head and saw the round thing with a tail that fell on the vamp, and finally couldn't help but squatted down.

"Jiji?"

"Cough cough, I'm fine..." Amelia pushed away the little tentacles that came close to her, found the only clean handkerchief on her body and wiped her mouth. By the way, she wiped the blood off her face, her voice trembling.

She didn't dare to look into the eyes of those people. The person who was still alive and talking now was lying there blankly, physically mutilated and unable to squint.

Fortunately, after several years of training in the religious life, if she saw this scene when she first crossed, she would definitely be crazy.

"You help me go over there and see if anyone is still alive, okay?" Amelia and Little Tentacle said, "We need to get out of here quickly."

The little tentacles went, and Amelia used her only clean handkerchief to make a simple mask, covered her mouth and nose, and shuttled among the corpses and limbs, looking for people alive.

It was so dark that she couldn't see anything, so she took out the luminous egg, and went down to look for it and watch it closely.

Also closer to those faces of death.

"Rita?" Amelia picked up the girl who was breathing heavily, looked over her empty left arm, her voice tight.

Rita coughed, weakly pulled her sleeves, and choked: "Okay, it hurts..."

"Don't be afraid, go back soon, you will be fine." Amelia stroked her hair comfortably, and strenuously carried the person on her back.

Rita is a plump girl whose heavy weight made Amelia unable to straighten her waist. She gritted her teeth and walked forward trembling step by step.

The girl's continuous choking sound was soft and weak, like a cat that was seriously injured.

"Ami... I really want to go home..."

"I'll be home soon, I promise."

"really?"

"Really."

The girl's voice is getting lower and lower.

Amelia held back her tears, but she still choked a few times from her pursed lips.

The little tentacles came from afar, carrying a few bloody people, breathing weakly, but still alive.In order not to waste time, Amelia didn't say much, just sat on it, and was carried by it to swim quickly into the distance.

The journey was much longer than she had imagined. They thought they had walked a long, long time before, but in fact they only walked less than a tenth of the distance. If they had to walk on their own, it might take several days.

With the help of the little tentacles, I saw the gate of the city within a few minutes.

"Okay, you let me down." Amelia patted her little tentacles and moved them down on the ground by herself."Go away, don't be seen."

The little tentacles were in tears.

Amelia touched its head: "If he wants to bully you again, he will sneak away and find something to eat. Don't be silly and hungry, you know?"

The little tentacles whimper louder.

However, it has long developed the skill of observing words and colors, and is used to listening to others obediently. Seeing that the girl's eyebrows are a little anxious, he knows that it is time to leave.

It slowly slid back a few steps, and finally rubbed the girl's calf, reluctantly begged and touched, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The task is completed, and the little tentacles return to the gods.

It was the host with a terrifying look to greet it.

Little tentacles:!!!Huh.

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"You are loyal." The dark god's muffled voice had a bit of killing intent. He looked down at the trembling tentacles. After all, he didn't kill it. Instead, he picked it up and tied a knot and threw it away. .

Dirty and annoying choppy.

He returned his gaze to the saint's side and looked at her smart eyes when she was talking to others. Obviously, witnessing the death of her companion could not completely destroy her.

She is a strong child, strong enough to be annoying.

The dark god's scarlet eyes narrowed, and his expression was cold and heavy. He turned his face sideways and kept this position for a long time. He suddenly thought of a good idea, his thin lips curled up, and he laughed softly.

In the darkness surging in the dark beasts with a faintly visible figure, they heard these chuckles, not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but curled up even more timidly. It was a super terrifying look, but it was shaking like a pitiful one. Little chicken cub.

The Dark God grabbed one at random, turned around slowly, crushing his body and tearing his soul inch by inch.Amid the deafening roar, the gods laughed louder and louder, hoarse and crazy.

"What's the point of just looking at it, the game is only to be'played' to make it more interesting." He lifted the dust in his hands casually, and his horrible figure swung lightly, disappearing into nothingness.

He walked for a long time, and the gap in the space left by the shock of the divine power was still flashing continuously, and the many treacherous beasts crouched and shuddered with fear.

After a brief exchange with the knight guarding the gate, and showing her ID, Amelia was too tired to stand up, fluttered her skirt, and squatted carelessly on the ground.

Fortunately, the temple has not completely collapsed.She thought, her eyes swept across the unclean blood on the ground and the strange face of the knight.

After waiting for a long time, someone finally called her in. Amelia asked the knight to send the injured person for treatment. She didn't even have time to change her clothes, so she walked into the church wearing a bloodstained skirt.

A middle-aged man was waiting for her with his hands.

The god of light that originally towered high in the center disappeared, replaced by a piece of debris, no one to sweep it, everyone still has a glimmer of hope, hoping that it can be restored.

"The presiding judge." Amelia lifted the skirt and simply bowed.

The middle-aged man turned around. He was kind-looking, fat, and had a shy belly. He smiled when he saw people."Amelia, have you worked hard on this journey?"

This is the presiding judge of the heresy court.

Amelia didn't dare to underestimate him. As the presiding judge, this person looked kind, and actually killed more people than she had eaten. The real murder did not blink.

"It's okay." She replied considering it, without saying much, hesitating for a moment, and asked: "Where is the Pope?"

The presiding judge smiled: "Under the crown, he said he wanted to try to communicate with my god. He has been locked in the cathedral for a long time and has not come out. Now I am taking care of the internal affairs."

Amelia wanted to ask more, she saw the presiding judge turned around again, his eyes cast emptily somewhere in the sky, and her voice couldn't be refuted: "I'm tired, right? Go back and rest first. I have something to ask. I'll talk in a few days."

She paused for a moment, then bowed her head and said, "Yes."

Someone outside the temple led the way, a maid with a strange face. During the conversation, Amelia finally knew what had happened in the temple recently.

The statue of the god in the cathedral was affected by the many landings of the God of Light, and it was the first to reflect his own condition.

The idol began to lose its luster, and gradually spread to the whole body from the crack at the bottom.

Everyone can't hide this. Everyone has seen it and knows it. Everyone is at a loss. Some people broke out in turmoil first, and killed many civilians during the turmoil. The gods sent troops to fight.

When Amelia and the others tried to contact the church many times, it was the most serious time.

Repeated this several times, when the sun disappeared and the magic disappeared, the city was almost controlled, and the people who were left didn't have the guts to do it. The whole city was controlled strictly, like an island.

Amelia has a special status, civilians from other cities have come to defect, but they are all turned away.

In general, the church is relatively safe now, and the supplies are complete, so there is no need to worry about daily needs.

After inquiring about all this, Amelia happened to be home, sent away the maid, made a bucket of hot water, and took a hot bath first.

"Huh..." Soaking her whole body in hot water, she exhaled comfortably, her tired body opened, her tight nerves relaxed, and she finally had time to see her injuries.

Her white and tender body was covered with bruises, especially on the two knees. She fell several times, and now her knees hurt so much that she can't lift them up, as well as her buttocks, and her tail vertebrae were a little broken.

Except for the wound where his lips were bitten by himself, fortunately, there was no bleeding.

After the tension, it was sleepy. Amelia was so sleepy that she wiped her body casually, applied some medicine in a mess, put on a flimsy nightdress, and walked to the soft bed with her feet.

She glanced as she passed the basement.

The book that she didn't have time to take away was still on the ground. She remembered the dark elf's faintly collapsed look when she was tricked by herself to clean up the housework. Compared with the present, it was really green and lovely.

I'm too lazy to move today, and throw it away tomorrow.

When she fell into the soft bed, the sleepiness overwhelmed, and Amelia finally had time to think of this, and she was drawn into a deep dream by the overwhelming sleepiness.

A small grunt sounded in the palace.

In the bathroom that had not been cleaned up, the dirty clothes thrown aside suddenly moved.

A white jade egg rolled out.

With a "pop", it hit the wall hard.

Guang opened his eyes from sleep.

He smiled, opened his hands, and was about to inform the world of the rebirth of the gods and gods. He saw his current image from the mirror-like wall.

——A fluffy and stupid little chicken with wings.

The chicken cub slowly grew his mouth, and his eyes were nearly dull.