Acceptance of the Heavens Begins with the Devil Fruit Tree

In the big world of Liberal Arts, the sky is gloomy, the wind is blowing, the rain is swaying, and a low, gloomy atmosphere envelopes the whole world.

　　 Over the Origin Continent, the thunder roared open several cracks in the sky. Along the cracks, golden sacred light poured out from it, as if there was a brilliant kingdom of God hidden behind the dense clouds.

After the dark clouds, the sacred breath gathered here into water, but it was stained with a trace of blood. This is the place of order, the holy residence of the **** of justice Tyr on the earth. It should have been hidden in the void, but now Reflected directly into the world.

The ruins are broken and the splendor is in the past. The order here has collapsed. On the highest order mountain, Tyre, the **** of justice, was nailed to the top of the mountain by a spear, and his blood was infested and engraved on the mountain. The text of the Codex, He is dead.

Phew, the violent wind surging, the shadow cast, a dark red body, lava flowing under the pitch-black scales, there are two long horns shaped like sharp swords. It is the seventh-order mythical dragon type Black Hell Flame Dragon, and on the back of the Hell Flame Dragon stood a three-meter tall, burly figure, with slightly curly golden long hair, dark yellow eyes, exceptionally deep and heroic looks. A majestic knight wearing scarlet armor.

　　 "This era is an era of chaos, and order is the most fragile thing."

　　 "From the beginning to the end of the Mensa Empire, there is only one master and that is me. You have overstepped, and death is your only end."

　　 The calm and powerful voice sounded, standing on the back of the dragon, the man looked like a high king looking down at the once powerful god, the **** of justice, Tyre.

Tyre is in charge of the three theocracies of justice, judgment, and law. He is also the top existence among the gods. He has even begun to initially smelt the three theocracies. Its level of existence has surpassed the seventh-order in the general sense, and it has condensed power with Ymir. The rudimentary existence is similar.

In the past years, even many ancient existences believed that Tyre would be the next eighth-ranked **** among the gods. This is not a pure flattery. If it weren't for natural disasters, a series of changes would take place and chaos would ravage the world. With the development of the times, the overall style of the world has returned to order. It is entirely possible for Tyre to smelt the sovereign power of order based on the three theocracies of justice, judgment, and law.

But it is a pity that with the revival of the magic tide, the twelve natural disasters, the gods twilight, and the invasion of the outer starry sky, this era has completely fallen into a runaway. Chaos is the main theme of this era, and the **** of justice who advocates order has become the era. Against the current.

After the twilight of the gods, the fallen **** of justice Tyr returned to his birthplace, the Mensa Empire. With a solid church foundation and strong personal strength, Tyr soon took root in the Mensa Empire. root.

With the passage of time and after the initial chaos, due to Tyr’s good name and great strength, some gods who also advocated order spontaneously gathered under Tyr, including the son of shadow Erebus. , Prosius, Son of Fire, Hephaestus, God of Blacksmithing and Craftsman, a small **** system was formed for a time.

Under such circumstances, the power of the Mensa Empire inevitably fell and was completely controlled by the gods. The imperial royal family directly became puppets. However, the final result of the matter has undergone dramatic changes. The sleeping ancient king has become corrupted. Out of the grave, the glory of the empire will eventually continue to shine.

　　 "Your Majesty."

Bloody aura, an old man with silver hair and lion heart armor came to the blond man with a twisted shadow. He was full of iron and blood. Although he looked old, he still had the appearance of a lion king. Majestic, but he appeared humble in front of the blond man.

　　 "Erebos, the son of the shadow, has been killed, Hephaestus, the **** of blacksmiths and craftsmen, has been injured and escaped. The Frostwolf and the White Deer are hunting."

Muffled words sounded, and the old man reported the final result to the blond man, and if there are scholars proficient in history here, you will find that this humble old man turned out to be the first Eastern Golden Lion Duke of the Mensa Empire, and the blond man is long. They must be exactly the same as the legendary Alexander Augustus, who was the founder of the Mensa Empire, and they should have reappeared again.

　　 "It's really disappointing."

　　 Without looking back, Alexander Augustston's gaze still stayed on the body of the **** of justice Tyre.

　　 Hearing this, Ulisse Hamilton, the first Duke of the Golden Lion, lowered his eyes.

　　 At this time, a tree with broad leaves, resembling an ancient banyan tree, with countless air roots hanging down, and a tall tree shadow exuding extremely rich natural aura appeared behind Alexander.

　　The air roots spread, the gray skin was stained with blood, and it plunged into the gods of the **** of justice Tyr and the son of shadow Erebus like a straw.

　　 Holding the body of Erebos, the son of the shadow, watching the **** roots spreading over, the muscles of the Golden Lion Duke unconsciously tightened.

The divine light is shining, and as these roots plunge into the bodies of the son of shadow Erebus and the **** of justice Tyre, the branches and leaves of Gu Rong become more and more green, like light-permeable emeralds, and then there is a hint of lightness. The green enveloping aura naturally radiates, and it makes people feel ecstatic.

Taking a deep breath, feeling the sense of pleasure emanating from the body to the soul, the veiled fear in my heart dissipated, and I raised my head and looked at the ancient banyan tree, especially the branches and leaves quietly condensing out, resembling plums, exuding sacredness. Breath~www.readwn.com~ The whole body of emerald green fruit, the golden lion duke’s pale golden eyes suddenly flashed a light, there was desire, excitement and greed.

　　The world master tree, the mythical tree species that Alexander mastered, the reason why Alexander was able to open up an empire that unifies the entire continent like Mensa and achieved unprecedented great achievements, there is a big reason for the world master tree.

　　 The aura and fruit that the world master tree exudes have incredible powers, which can improve the innate aptitude of living beings and help them break the bottleneck.

In the era when the demonic wave subsided, the reason why the Mensa Empire was able to give birth to five seventh-order throne knights in succession, suppressed the entire era because of the existence of the master tree, and the four dukes of the empire, including him, all ate the master. Only after the fruit of the tree is promoted to the seventh rank, the only pity is that the result of the master tree is too difficult and it takes a long time to conceive.

However, after waking up from his deep sleep this time, the Duke of Golden Lion discovered that the Lord Tree could actually feed on the gods. Under such circumstances, the speed of the Lord Tree’s fruiting was greatly accelerated. He didn’t know what secrets there was. I don't want to explore, I just hope to get a few more fruits.

　　 "The rebels have been killed. It is time to announce to this country that their emperor is back."

　　 A steady and powerful voice sounded, and at some unknown time, Alexander Auguston turned around.

　　 Feeling Alexander's gaze falling on him, the Duke of Golden Lion's soul seemed to be crushed by a mountain, so that he did not dare to disobey the slightest.

　　 "Yes, your majesty, your brilliance will surely illuminate this world again."

　　 The distracting thoughts in his heart were cut off, and the Duke of Golden Lion knelt in front of Alexander on one knee.