I loaded the gods module

Chapter 80 They will finally usher in judgment
"While I was observing the written records in the mausoleum, I heard a faint call from the minister's coffin... Before I knew it, I pushed the coffin away and saw the invitation letter dotted with stars... "

"It tells me that it has been waiting for too long, it tells me that it will help me uncover the hidden history of the kingdom..."

The bard touched his neck subconsciously: "When I came back to my senses, it had already turned into an eye and penetrated into my soul and flesh, planting the seeds of madness in my mind."

With the return of reason and memory, Angelo gradually recalled the guidance and control of the minister's eyes.

After excluding the minister's chaotic ravings and meaningless praise, the poet gradually sorted out the chilling facts from its words:

"My lord, the successive rulers of the Sapphire Kingdom have not died. They have all gained eternal life. The kings have completely revised the history of this world!"

The boy frowned slightly, and he saw Angelo's eyes became angry and sad at this moment.

The bard's words became more and more low-key: "Whenever the kingship and the century change, the old king will hold a grand banquet in this world, and he will personally cut off the dragon's head. Bathed in the blood of the dragon."

"That is to say..." Roy narrowed his eyes: "Have several historians died at the hands of successive kings?"

"Without your rescue, I'm afraid I will be the next dragon to be killed by the king."

Angelo nodded lightly: "From the year Zechariah II killed his father and seized power to embrace the starry sky, this tradition has continued since then."

"The history of this land has been riddled with holes. The true essence of this feast is actually a large-scale sacrificial ceremony!"

"Zecharia IX intends to sacrifice the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of mortals and the soul of a giant dragon to the starry sky in the upcoming banquet. He will enter history, and then use starlight to pollute the foundation of this world..."

Angelo gritted his teeth unknowingly, and the poet's ordinary pupils turned into deep red vertical pupils at this moment.

The dragon's nature of guarding history engraved deep in his soul is affecting his heart.

Yes, countless irreparable tragedies have already happened in this world. Hope is like an illusory bubble, and the pace of suffering has never stopped. Cruel kings have stepped on the eternal throne of glory stepping on the cries and bones of mortals.

To this day, the owners of the ranch are still toasting and laughing wildly, enjoying the never-ending grand banquet wantonly in history.

[But they will eventually pay the price, and despair and fear will eventually climb their spines! 】

[The bard will stand under the spotlight on the stage of history with his head held high, and the dragon will stand in the monstrous tide sweeping through history and praise the power of the storm! 】

Roy listened silently to the dragon's narration. The young man lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be thunder roaring deep in the dark pupils.

Wash all your necks and wait... The good times of you bastards are coming to an end soon...

In fact, even if the system didn't issue a task, sooner or later Roy would have to deal with those moths hidden in history.

This world has never had endless resources and unreasonable gifts. Every time the kings devour a piece of human flesh in history, the pollution of the starry sky will further erode the foundation of this world.

Despite the fact that a banquet seems to be nothing in the long river of history, Roy still understands the reason why the Qianli Dam collapsed in an ant's nest.

If these grandsons are allowed to continue to live in the house, when Savore's history completely collapses, it will be Roy himself who will be unlucky in the end.

This will not work.

The moment the Storm Lord's human incarnation descended, this piece of land was no longer under the control of the king. This was the territory of the Deep Sea Company!
Letting you bastards breathe fresh air for free is already a rare concession and forbearance for the boss of the company... What the hell do you want to hold a banquet?Have you asked the Storm Lord's consent?ah?
Roy lowered his head, and the boy fell into deep contemplation. The next thing he should think about is how to do it...

After all, the City of the Holy Emperor is not like the City of Steam, which is the main stronghold of the Church of the Holy Light. Roy may not be so easy to kill as a first-level Mengxin of the Mystic Bone rank.

I have to find a way to hide from Brother Shengguang and give his subordinates a shot...

If the enemy does not attack me, I will attack the enemy first... The Storm Lord decided to take the lead in doing things.

Silence returned in the office, and the dancing flames in the steam fireplace and the gas wall lamp elongated the shadows of the two.

On the other side, Angelo looked at the thoughtful expression of the Lord of the Storm, and a throbbing emotion surged out of the dragon's heart uncontrollably.

He faced the gods directly, and he signed a contract with the gods, which was an unprecedented experience in the dragon's career!
Think about it, the human incarnation of the gods will only appear when the rules are broken, so what does the coming of the Storm Lord mean?
As the tyrant in charge of natural disasters, He himself is the judge of all things in the world...

If...if the god in charge of natural disasters can lend a helping hand...the history that is gradually collapsing must still have a chance to be saved, and the evil king will also be judged by natural disasters.

And as long as I follow Him, I can still record a legendary history that can be passed down through the ages...

The dragon's breathing gradually became heavy.

Angelo wanted to seek the help of the gods. Although he had no idea whether he was qualified to pray to the gods, two stirring emotions were intertwined in the bard's heart.

On the one hand, it is the primitive nature of the dragon chasing the legendary history, and on the other hand, it is the bard's deep determination to save history.

So at the next moment, he mustered up the courage to make his own decision.

The dragon wings on Angelo's back suddenly spread out, and the invisible extraordinary characteristics swelled up, as if a flame was burning in the bard's dragon pupils.

"My lord... please allow me to follow in your footsteps!"

The bard knelt on one knee in front of the gray-haired boy: "For this, I am willing to give my all for you, and I am willing to return my soul to your divine kingdom forever after death!"

"I beg you... I beg you to save this world that is about to collapse..."

Roy, who was in deep thought, was taken aback by the other party's sudden movement. The young man raised his head, and at first sight saw the messy coffee table behind the poet cut by dragon wings...

You begged, why did you suddenly cut off my coffee table...it's very expensive...

But seeing the resolute and serious expression on the other party's face, Roy smiled in relief.

No matter how dark and hopeless the world is, the light of the guardians has never been dimmed.

Even if madness and apocalypse will sooner or later swallow their innocent ideals, they will still stand stubbornly and stubbornly, just to protect the small piece of pure land behind them.

They are the hope of this world.

"Lift up your head," He said.

So the giant dragon respectfully raised its drooping head, and then the bard was stunned again.

In the interlaced halo of flames and lights in the room, Angelo saw the figure of the gray-haired boy in a daze, and then, the whole world seemed to be falling apart.

Sofas, desks, bookshelves, floor tiles, walls, and even the world behind the walls... everything is disappearing quickly.

Instead, there was a boundless black ocean, roaring waves, roaring wind and thunder, wearing a long black coat, and the master whose face could not be seen clearly sat on the throne of the storm god formed by the river of thunder and light.

He saw the sight of the gods piercing the infinite abyss.

The Storm Lord has made his promise to the Guardians of History.

"I agree to your request."

He said: "Those moths hidden in history will eventually usher in their judgment."

【Number of believers: 7】

　Let me be healthy, who hasn't slept yet~
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