Taming the Dark Lord

From the slender figure of the saint, it is hard to see that she can run so fast, even the shadow is gone in a few seconds.

Just standing in the cold wind, the wounds on my feet that I didn't care about suddenly hurt so much that I couldn't stand firmly.He drooped his eyelids, his body trembled, and he sat down on the frozen ground.

It was too uncomfortable. His whole body was painful and cold. Since his birth, he has never suffered like this.

Even during the time when the body was seriously injured and turned into a white/elf, his real consciousness fell asleep at that time, instead of acting was the false consciousness formed by the body to protect itself.

Sufferings were all suffered by false consciousness. He woke up under the protection of the saint, and planned how to take her body comfortably.

But he can't come out of his consciousness on holiday now, that kind of silly things, maybe they just take him to death.

The heart that Kuang had been holding the winning ticket finally trembled. He shrank his feet until his body was trembling, and then slowly moved to the nest and lay down, taking a little temperature.

The clothes still smelled of saints.

He sniffed it, and it was the same as the scent he smelled by lying on her neck that day. It was sweet and spicy, and it was choking to death.

This is the smell of her soul.

After lying down for a while, the slender beak stretched out and grabbed the weeds around the nest to eat.

Since his birth, his body has not been dripping in. He has been hungry until now. It depends on willpower to support him. Whether it is weeds, thorns, or even soil, he will eat as long as it can fill his stomach.

Barely filling his stomach bag, he burped with a bitter taste, stood up again, and ran in the direction where the saint had left.

The wound on the paw opened again, dripping with blood, and sometimes accidentally plunged into the sharp thorns, leaving a series of small red forks.Breathing increased, and the cub's fragile neurites burst out, seeming to burst at any time.The vision gradually blurred.

None of these can stop him.

Tens of billions of years seemed like endless years of loneliness tempered his will. Even though the scars of □□ made him painful, they could not make him shrink from fear and stagnate.

Light shuttled through the forest following the smell. Just after passing a bush studded with fruits of strange colors, a stream of heat suddenly rushed from his back.

He rolled abruptly and left his original position. A red-eyed wolf rushed towards him with his teeth, his claws pierced into the soil fiercely, and he brushed his shoulders with the chicken's soft fluff.

"Sneer--" The hungry wolf gasped, his fishy saliva dripped down, and he looked at the delicious meat ball droolingly.

Guang Guang frowned in disgust, with arrogance and indifference in her slick eyes, and glanced at it lightly.

'Go away, don't get in the way.'

His eyes clearly expressed this view.

The hungry wolf was irritated. Didn't it expect this little thing to dare to provoke it?It roared and jumped up, its long fangs opened, and it snapped at the chicken cub.

His eyes were sharp, and he didn't retreat but moved forward.

The chicken possessed by the God of Light is just an ordinary chicken. Although the soul of the god has given it an explosive beauty value, it is still a chicken with a combat power of only 0.5.

Everyone knows that chickens cannot beat wolves.

So after fighting back and forth for a few rounds, even though Guang had extremely skillful martial arts, fast action and super pain tolerance, he was still suffocated after a certain exhaustion and was slapped under the wolf's paw, unable to move.

The fangs penetrated his wings.

Half of his body lost consciousness, but he still looked at the hungry wolf with that cold, blade-like gaze, as if to penetrate its bones and kill its soul.

The hungry wolf's movements paused for a moment, and its scarce sage seemed to be cleared by this look.But the fishy-sweet liquid in the mouth once again aroused the turbulent feeling of hunger, it rolled out a few howls from its throat, and closed its jaws without hesitation.

The sound of tearing flesh and blood sounded.

The body of the God of Guangming gradually became cold. He looked at the dregs that had swallowed his flesh and blood before his eyes. The creatures that had never been in his eyes before, turned out to be the predators that ended his supreme life.

How absurd, unbelievable.

The foul smell came, and the wolf opened its mouth and bit the chicken's neck. Its sharp teeth were against the gurgling blood vessels, piercing the flesh inch by inch.

At that moment, the hungry wolves were full and let down their guard.

"Puff."

The chicken cub's tender claws pierced through its body, accurately took out the heart, and crushed it.

The wolf corpse fell heavily to the ground with a muffled grunt, and a line of blood flowed from the chicken's beak.He opened his mouth and let out a few hoarse laughs.

Who is he?He is the supreme god of light.

Even if he were to die in such a humiliating form in this wasteland that no one knew, he would never let anyone kill or swallow it.Especially this daring person who dared to covet his flesh and blood, he wanted it to die.

With blood flowing, his vision gradually blurred, Kuang finally glanced at the world and closed his eyes with a smile.

...

When he woke up again, he was being held in his arms, and there was a refreshing sensation from the wound, and a familiar fragrance lingered on him.

It was the saint who abandoned him.

The saint hugged him, as if holding a treasure, her fingertips gently swept across the feathers, with endless care and care, gently healing his wounds.

The torch burned blazingly, bringing bursts of heat, and the cold body gradually regained consciousness, and the soft blanket wrapped him, soothing the rigid bones.

Compared with the previous thrills of almost dying in the wolf's mouth, this warm and comfortable scene before me looked like an illusion.

Suddenly, I felt aggrieved.

Didn't you lose me, and now you are pretending to be a good person.

He didn't open his eyes, turned around without saying a word, and hid his furry face, but his spirit was tense, his ears pricked up, listening to the movement.

"Yeah, awake?" Amelia paused, put down the medicine bottle, and touched the little chicken head with her fingertips, "How do you feel?"

"..." The light twisted for a while, still faintly squeaked under the gentle touch, and dying to twitch his feet.

He looked really pitiful. He had lost half of his wings, his wound was grimly open, his short neck was covered with a thick layer of gauze, and his soft white feathers were wet with blood.

But those black eyes looked over cautiously, with meekness and kindness, a bit resentful, and dare not to show it, so they were stained with aggrieved water, and tears filled with moisture.

Amelia's heart softened suddenly.

She pondered for a moment and discussed: "Why not, I have a friend, she likes small animals, and people are gentle and kind, I will send you to her, she will definitely treat you well, OK?"

Send...send out?

Guang who was still pretending to be stunned.

Are you still human???

Look at me!Am I not pitiful and cute and likable?

I just want to be an ordinary pet, how can it be so difficult...

The light eyes were empty and the soul was lost.

He was bullied like this for the first time, and it was also the first time he felt the experience of being wronged.

This woman doesn't drip in, doesn't eat hard or soft, looks delicate and weak, but she has a deep mind and is hard to be shaken by foreign objects.It's an extremely hard stubble.

But Guangming God will never give up.

Guang gambled on the pride of being a god, and vowed to take Amelia this mountain, making her crazy for him, regretting the behavior of abandoning him twice today.

Then willingly, take the initiative to plead and accept him as a pet!

Due to the fierce resistance of the chicken cubs, the feeding operation was forced to stop. Amelia temporarily tidied up a small nest for him from the garden. There were curtains to cover the wind, as well as food and water bowls. The arrangement was complete, considerate and comfortable.

But just not let it in.

"Lie down well, don't move, let the wound break away again." Amelia patted its head and closed the door without looking back.

Shining at the ruthless door, once again trembling with anger.

After closing the door, Amelia activated the wiretap rune.

The first thing that came out was some ordinary conversations, scattered and messy, and there was no key information. Amelia started to accelerate after listening to it for a while, until she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

-"What do you mean?"

The familiar female voice was angry and annoyed.

Amelia took a pause and quickly adjusted the voice back to the original speed, recalling where she had heard the voice in her mind, and at the same time, she listened to the conversation venting from the rune.

The presiding judge said: "What do I mean, you should already be very clear. Guangming is dead, we have no way out."

"Then you shouldn't contact those people either. Don't you know what disgusting and dirty garbage is that?" The female voice was hysterical.

The presiding judge smiled, his tone was kind and gentle: "Of course I know, but now they are the only people in this world who have magical powers. As long as they can become powerful, have supreme power, and become the master of his life and death, the dark What is the difference between God and Guangming God?"

"You mean, Debra?"

Debra.

As soon as the presiding judge's words came out, all the guesses in Amelia's heart were broken. She was not surprised, but she felt a sense of peace of mind that the dust had settled.

It's similar to the feeling of'she, old opponent'.

The conversation between the two continued.

Debra's voice changed from anger to calm, cold like ice: "You lie to me."

The presiding judge said: "Where did I lie to you? Didn't I give you all the promises? Don't worry, I will find a reason to give you the position of chief in a few days. Even if I get there, I won’t be there. I will treat you badly."

Debra said word by word: "No, I won't go with you."

Her voice tightened, as if she had made some determination, accompanied by the very subtle sound of cloth rubbing, "You are a liar, rubbish! You are far worse than the Pope's crown, I really shouldn't believe your nonsense! "

A few extremely loud metal crashes followed.

Amelia realized what Debra was doing and she was going to assassinate the presiding judge.

This is really not a wise decision.

Not to mention the guards of the Cavaliers, as far as the presiding judge himself is concerned, although he is obese and not good at exercising, he is actually one of the best masters of the gods with long battlefield experience and rich experience.

But Debra has never experienced actual combat, only a little fancy.It can never be the opponent of the presiding judge.

Amelia stood up suddenly. While paying close attention to the movement on the side of the rune, she put on the cloak, took the weapon, and hurriedly moved towards the location of the rune, and walked to the cathedral.

The metal sound of the weapon collided for a while.

Debra was panting, but the presiding judge was smiling, and said leisurely: "Are you sure you want to do it with me?"

"Debra, think about it carefully, what is the difference between light and darkness? Don't they both kill people? Now that the gods have fallen, what are you still insisting on."

"You fart!" Debra scolded.

The heavy gasping kept on, her movements seemed to be more and more difficult, until there was a loud sound of airflow unable to pass through when she strangled her throat, the sound of fighting stopped abruptly.

The presiding judge sighed: "You are so rude, then I can't help it. Debra, since you are so obsessed with the light, then go and serve him after you die."

The sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh and blood.

Amelia's heart tightened, and she speeded up and ran through the last bend. The majestic cathedral was in front of her.

The door was wide open, and not far from the corpse under the pope's crown, Debra had a dagger stuck in his chest, lying there dying.

There is no one else in the church, and the presiding judge is not there.

"Debra?" Amelia walked in, squatting beside her and calling her softly.

Hearing the sound, Debra opened her eyes laboriously, her beautiful blue eyes were empty, and the gurgling blood took away most of her temperature and strength.

"I, I will never...return to that kind of place..." Debra murmured, "I want...success and become a master..."

The voice gradually lowered until it was no longer heard.

She is dead.

Amelia was terribly terrified.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Her voice was cold, angry and murderous.

The presiding judge appeared behind her without knowing when, he was slowly wiping the blood from his hands, and sighed: "I can't help it either. There is a lot of noise on the border. Seeing the sun fall, I feel like I want to fight. "

Amelia gritted her teeth: "If you want to go, no one will stop you, why kill the pope?"

The presiding judge snorted: "This old thing is blocking my way every day. He wanted to send him to death a long time ago. Now this opportunity is just right. It just serves as my nomination certificate and brings me a steady stream of wealth and rights. Haha, it's the last use of this old thing."

Amelia clenched her dagger tightly: "What about me, do you want to kill me too?"

The presiding judge unexpectedly denied: "No, I want to take you away. Someone wants to see you."

Amelia was taken aback: "Who?"

"You don't need to know who it is, just follow me."

The presiding judge easily took Amelia's dagger like a dried fish from a cat's claws, and his steel-like hand tightly hugged the girl's arm.

Amelia was pulled up by him, staggered out, gritted her teeth and said: "If you do this, will you not be afraid of being discovered?"

"Discovered?" The presiding judge smiled: "Who will find out? Tomorrow the news of your being possessed by dark creatures will spread to the gods, and no one will doubt me. After all, I am the presiding judge they admire and love. "

Amelia snorted: "Do you really treat everyone as a fool?"

"You're right, they are really fools, fools who just coax and obey."

The presiding judge laughed. He didn’t know that all his rumors were broadcast on the big square. Now everyone heard the contemptuous face of the respected presiding judge, and how he colluded with the dark gods and betrayed the church. .

Amelia sneered secretly. This idiot, thinking that the magic was gone, began to presumptuously, and said so many words casually, it can be seen that it is usually suffocated.

But this is not enough, she also needs to add fire.

Amelia tried her best to break free from the hand of the presiding judge, stumbled on her knees beside the shattered statue of God of Light, crying and praying: "God, if you can hear, please save your loyal believers. Punish the betrayers. Bring the light back to the world."

She knew that the God of Light would not respond, he had already fallen, of course he would not respond.But she needs to use the bright head to arouse people's indignation, and at the same time rationalize the wiretapping of runes.

——Of course, this is not an eavesdropping rune, but the last gift of the gods.

Like this, the believers will believe it.As long as they praise the gods, they will believe it.

Amelia prayed in a low voice, and the hard tears slid down her cheeks. She didn't want to get a response, so her prayer posture was very casual and her expression was very perfunctory.

But she didn't expect someone to respond to her.

He said: "Okay, I promise."

In an instant, the sun turned and the idol was reshaped.

The world is back to light.