Why would the gods appear in the palace of the Veda military kingdom as saints?
To be honest, everyone was here to join in the fun.
When mortals were praying, praising their names was a common thing for the gods. No one would poke their head out to take a look for no reason. They even went to other people's houses to see what was going on.
But there were those who were curious and took a look. Another came to take a look at what the previous one was looking at. And with the second one, there would be a third, and a fourth. When there were gods and demons paying attention, and when they discovered each other, everyone's curiosity was piqued. What was there to see? How could it attract so many existences of the same level?
It could be said that if it weren't for the difference in camps, the saints who came to the mortal world would not only be the gods of the good camp, but also the evil gods and demons. When these existences also appeared, the capital of the Veda military kingdom would probably be finished …
Alright. Whether mortals died or not, to these existences, they didn't care. But a chance encounter and then a war could be said to be the development they didn't want the most. So when the first good god's avatar appeared, the other evil gods and demons who were ready to come to the mortal world stopped. Fortunately, they stopped …
The situation had developed to the point where the big boss who had no friends also appeared. The consensus of the abyss was not to think about finding trouble with the Lord of Protection. Because the concept represented by the other party was quite special. If he came to the door and beat him up, the strength of the Lord of Protection would be reduced by at least 30%. If he took the initiative to attack that big boss, he would be able to experience the pleasure of dying. With countless tragic experiences in front of them, everyone had learned to be obedient.
They were just demons. There were always some who had a screw loose in their heads and didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Apollo stared for a long time, but he didn't get any answer. Irritated, he teleported in front of Duke Becker and reached out to grab him. His hand flashed like lightning, sweeping past the old duke's ear and grabbing the tip of a spear with a hook.
The Lord of Protection was so aggressive that Duke Becker even thought that he would die today. But he didn't expect that this person's target was the long spear that had silently appeared behind him. With a jerk, he directly pulled a lizard-humanoid demon covered in lava flames and emitting the stench of sulfur into the present world. The enormous strength even caused the lizard-shaped demon to fall to the ground.
No one saw how he moved, but when they confirmed his figure again, Apollo had already stepped on the lizardman's neck. He stared at him angrily and roared one word in the divine language, "Speak!"
Perhaps the demons did not understand the divine language of the Guardian Lord. But at their level, even if they spoke their own words, they could understand each other. However, understanding the content of the words did not necessarily mean that one could understand the meaning of the words. The lizard-humanoid demon, Rizard, felt the great threat to his life on his neck as he said in the language of the abyss, "Your Majesty, what do you want me to say?"
Demons were also divided into ranks, and they had to be at least at the level of an Archdevil to have the right to be on equal footing with the saints present.
Lizardman Lizard was an existence that mortals and even mortal nobles had to look up to. But in front of the Good God present, it was really not enough. That was why it addressed Apollo as "Your Majesty." It was just a random word 'speak'. What did it want him to say?
However, this big shot had always been rude and unreasonable. To the demon that was almost begging for mercy, he still only had one word, "speak."
Feeling that the pressure on his neck was getting stronger, Rizard roared loudly before he could no longer breathe or speak. 'I have a contract with this human's blood relative. His child is willing to sacrifice his father in exchange for a chance to be reincarnated as a demon. It was not my intention to come here. I'm just abiding by the contract. "
The lizard-humanoid demon finished speaking in one breath. It thought that it would be able to escape death by telling the reason why it was here. Unexpectedly, this big shot did not care at all. He directly stomped down hard and crushed the lizardman's neck.
Apollo showed no mercy. Looking at the lifeless demon under his feet, he said, "You will die not because you said something useless, nor because you are too ugly. It is purely because you are an eyesore to me. So remember to disappear when you see me next time. "
The saints were not surprised by this person's behavior.
If he did not speak, just by relying on his face alone, women would fall in love with him and men would be jealous of him. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a heartthrob. But as soon as he opened his mouth, it was like he was taunting an army. There would definitely be no enemies who would go around him and attack other targets first. Even his companions would have the chance to turn around and let him try his long-cherished wish of conquering the world alone.
Over time, there were no enemies or friends in front or behind him. There was no other reason except that this guy was too tough. If one could not kill the other party, there would be a chance to be killed in return. Furthermore, one had to endure that stinky mouth full of taunting skills. Anyone with a brain would not be able to stand it.
So the best way was to either take a detour or turn around when seeing this big shot. Even the Abyss Lords, who did not contain common sense and did things without reason, were all taught a lesson by Apollo, let alone other demons and gods.
And just after finishing off a very unlucky demon, the Lord of Protection looked at the saints again, making these god incarnations tremble. He opened his mouth and said, "Since all of you are here, it means that all of you should know something. Who can come out and tell me, which bastard is so bad, throwing things around and peeping? If I don't teach him a lesson, I'll be a God for nothing. "
How could the saints answer? They were not omniscient and omnipotent. They came here just to join in the fun. And most of them only understood what they had in common after they came and found the scrolls spread out on the ground. They were all so unlucky that from time to time, some inexplicable trash would fall from their houses. Sometimes, there would be bows and arrows. Although those things could not hurt them, they were very annoying.
Not to mention those inexplicable things. If they knew that this person would appear, they would definitely hide as far away as possible. This big shot beat god did not distinguish between good and evil. Whoever made trouble for him, he would beat them up. When he did not know who made trouble for him, he would randomly grab them and beat them up. Even if they did not get beaten up, they would have to endure that stinky mouth when they saw him. The good gods only felt tired in their hearts.
The saints looked at each other as if they were discussing the possibility of running separately. Although the nine generals under Apollo were also strong, they did not have the scoundrel character of their master. As long as the gods ran separately, only the unlucky ones would be caught by the Lord of Protection. The other gods would be safe.
Just as the saints were discussing things with their eyes, Apollo suddenly named another name. "Enki, all eight of us are here. There is nothing in the mysterious land that you do not know. So come out and tell me, what is going on today … Hmm, where's Klein? Why didn't he appear? "
The one who was named was one of the eight powerful gods, the Mysterious Master Klein. Only then did the saints realize that Klein, who was on the list, should also be there. Even if the other seven gods who were as famous as him had appeared, the Mysterious Master was nowhere to be seen. Why was that?
With a whistle, two eight-legged black horses turned around and galloped toward the Lord of Protection. At the same time, the nine white-armored warriors turned around, bent their knees, and kicked hard. Nine figures immediately flew out and broke through the palace wall from the side.
Apollo grabbed onto the chariot that was galloping past him and nimbly flipped onto it. Holding the reins with both hands, the chariot suddenly sped up. Then, the horse raised its head and flew into the sky. "Let's go! Let's go to Klein's God Kingdom and see what he has to say. " Then, he opened an even bigger and taller hole in the already large gate of the palace and left without a second thought.
Seeing that the most troublesome guy did not use the door and insisted on breaking through the wall, the saints only felt a sense of relief. All the saints looked at each other and followed the steps of that one, wanting to go to Klein's God Kingdom to see what was going on.
It was not that the gods were too curious or loved to gossip. It was just that this matter had something to do with them. That was it. That was right.
The departure of the saints was as unpredictable and silent as their arrival. But the palace, which had become dilapidated under the despotic power of the Lord of Protection, seemed to be mocking the arrogance of the upper echelons of the military kingdom that came from the noble bloodline.
When all the saints had left, not a single one was left behind, the emperor and the nobles of the Kingdom of Vida only felt that they had survived a disaster. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Only the old emperor, who was calm enough and had nothing to do with himself, and who was protected by a group of mages who might be useless, could still look at everything with a more peaceful attitude.
He first pointed to a trusted imperial guard beside him and said, "Put away the list and send it to the Witch Tower. Let Grandma Sophia burn it."
Hearing that the list was to be burned, Duke Becker was the first to jump up. He said excitedly, "How can that be? There are clues to the murder of my child in there!"
This time, the old duke's excited speech did not get the approval and support of many people. All the nobles were very calm, or rather cold and listless, looking at the emperor's personal guard who risked his life to roll up the list on the ground. When the spread out list was rolled into a scroll again, everyone exhaled a long breath at the same time.
Burn it! Burn it! Everyone knew very well that the most damning thing about this scroll was not the names of the dead, but the murderers. Moreover, among the murderers, there were not only gods, but also many heretics. Today, a guardian lord alone almost tore down the entire palace; if evil gods or fiends came to visit another day, would this country still be habitable?
As an old rival of the emperor, Friedrich Bayer said earnestly: "Let's not talk about the two names you want to target. If they are really the source of all this, then it means that the two mages provoked … the group of people who were here just now. … "
He avoided mentioning the names of those existences directly because it would attract the attention of those existences. This was also the reason why the old Emperor wanted to burn the scroll. But he didn't dare to have it burned, so he sent it to the Witch Tower. Witches who specialize in this kind of thing should have a safe way to deal with it.
"… Who do you think can survive after provoking that group of people?"
Duke Becker didn't give up and said resentfully: "What if they survive and give me a chance to take revenge with my own hands?"
"What if the two mages can survive at the hands of that group of people? Then do you think we can deal with them? Or rather, how much are you willing to pay to deal with the two mages? "
… The nobles were speechless. At the same time, they tacitly took a small step back and looked at Duke Becker with strange looks in their eyes. It was normal for them to fight for face. But it was abnormal to bet their entire fortune in order to fight for face.
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