[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

Arthur doesn't remember the lonely wolf Hillpole for a long time. Sitting on the king's seat, he is destined to bear many sins. Given the chance, he would still do it.

He also didn't pay too much attention to the bishop. As far as he knew, Pollan's attitude towards the church was not very good. The annual funding plummeted, and many religious personnel complained deeply.But it's useless to complain. The king who was born as a general ordered to go down, and the army would break into the church and punish them for not obeying the order.

Reasonably speaking, the bishop should expect Arthur to come back.

Sad to hear the news that Cedric had just left, Arthur waited in the cathedral calmly.He was in a good mood to eat the familiar food from his hometown again, and he couldn't help eating two pieces of dessert.The bishop arranged a room for him, which was not particularly luxurious, but there were very few people coming and going, which was in line with Arthur's wishes.

Incense was lit in the room, and the precious spices burned without hesitation. It is said that if you have been soaked in such a smell for a long time, after the end of the life journey, it is easier to be treated favorably by the angels and ascend to the eternal kingdom of heaven.

Arthur felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, so after eating, he was ready to rest.Lying on the bed and just closing his eyes, he suddenly felt something was wrong!

The inexplicable fatigue made him have an ominous premonition, he cried out "it's not good" in his heart, and got up quickly.He was too arbitrary, and only analyzed the bishop's behavior from the perspective of interests, forgetting that the people in this world are a bunch of illogical lunatics!Maybe even a small incident can poke their lungs!

"Your Majesty, where do you want to go?" The archbishop smiled, and this smile appeared on the old face, illuminated by the surrounding fire, which almost had a gloomy meaning, "Before the sacred ceremony tomorrow, I hope you will not leave this room .”

What a sacred ceremony!Arthur can guarantee that it is not a good thing!not sure……

"The flame is clean, and it can purify the filth on your body." The archbishop said righteously, almost persuading in the end.

That's why Arthur didn't want to deal with religious people.

Their beliefs are very pious, and when they are extremely pious, they give birth to a kind of stubbornness. Arthur cannot deny their beliefs. After all, everyone should be respected for their beliefs. Arthur wants to complain about their extreme practices, but he himself It's about to be wiped out!

Arthur retreated to the room. In order to prevent any mistakes, the people of the church asked the monks to tie Arthur to the chair, and someone guarded the door.The diehard bishops obviously didn't want to stay with the devil's son for a long time, so they took this approach.

The rope was easy to handle, but Arthur was afraid that if he untied it at will, it would cause a violent reaction from these people, so he resisted moving, and the little white pigeon moved in his chest pocket, making two small "coo-coo" sounds.

Knowing that the little white pigeon is quite human, Arthur lowered his voice and said: "Be careful, go out the window and notify the black dragon in the woods outside the city."

The pigeon flew out of the window obediently, and Arthur felt a little relieved when he left.

The black dragon is fast and powerful, and Arthur is safe.

However, what Arthur never expected was that he waited all night, but neither the black dragon nor the pigeon came.At dawn, the archbishop led people to tie him to the stake, and the gathered dry firewood and fuel were stacked around the stake.

Arthur is fanatically revered by the people, and the current ruler has never given up looking for him. The archbishop cannot execute him publicly, so he has to gather a group of his own loyalists to execute him in private, and the lonely wolf Hillpole is among them.

He is no longer young, and he has been working as a stonemason all year round, which makes him look older than his actual age, but at this time, a fire is burning in those gradually cloudy eyes—the fire of vengeance—he gazes happily at the bound the former king.

"Look at me, son of the devil." The alien shaman smiled cruelly. He opened his arms and stood in front of Arthur in a completely victorious posture. "As I said back then, you will pay the price."

"My children...they are all dead...you are a tyrant..." he began to sob.

In this case, Arthur didn't need to say anything.

He just felt a little puzzled, why didn't the released pigeons come back?The little white pigeon is very smart, and there will be no situation where it can't remember the way. Could it be that something happened on the way?Arthur didn't know.

"Coo-coo--" a light and soft voice sounded not far from Arthur. The pigeon stopped on the top of the steps facing Arthur, and the sound seemed to be mocking. There was a dead black bird lying under its paws. A bird with black feathers scattered all over the place.

Arthur understood, and his body trembled slightly.

Not just...not just demons!In this medieval hunting ground, there is not only one hunter, but this one hides so deeply that Arthur only grabs the opponent's scaly claw in this reincarnation.

In his chaotic thoughts, Arthur seemed to hear the sound of the second hand "tick-tick-tick".Some of the initial outward emotion disappeared, and Arthur regained his composure.

The dove tilted its head and stared at Arthur for a while, and began to attract the holy light. It was difficult to describe the color of the holy light, only the perception of pure light remained, and in the light, a pair of bright wings stretched out, covering the cleric's chest. On the robe, the race that only exists in religious books raised its head, and brushed aside the long snow-white hair on one side.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt." The angel said gently, "The souls who died in the ashes will fall into my arms. You are just the beginning. This world... will eventually become a pure white heaven!"

Arthur stared at the other party's dazzling golden pupils, and after a while, he smiled softly.

"You are really sure."

The tongue of fire had already licked the hem of the king's clothes. As the angel said, there was no pain, and the sensation seemed to be stripped from his body. Arthur watched his skin become blackened little by little, and the smoke flowed in his throat. He coughed twice. Voice.

This strange look as if he was talking to someone shocked the archbishop and his loyalists who were watching the execution. However, following Arthur's line of sight, there was only a small and exquisite pigeon staying on the steps, with peas eyes glowing. Jin Guang, watch this fire seriously.

The sound of the "tick tick" of the second hand became more and more rapid, Arthur's vision was gradually blurred, aging still troubled him, and death knocked softly on his heart again, at this time, a figure in a black cloak appeared in front of Arthur .

"The last second." The witch said hoarsely.

The angel stared slightly, he sensed something was wrong, and instinctively took a step forward, but the witch spoke again.

"Now, I will give you frost blood." As soon as she finished speaking, Arthur felt something in his right hand. He squeezed tightly, and the knife hidden in his sleeve slipped out, cutting off the The rope on the right hand, he cut the rope on the other side without hesitation, jumped off the stake, and fell into the fire.

The previous burns were too severe, Arthur knew he couldn't run anymore, all he could do was disgust the angel.

"I will not die in the fire," the former king raised his voice, his blond hair was lifted by the rising air, and it waved in an unusually light arc. "My soul also refuses to enter your embrace."

Enraged, the angel spread his wings and rushed towards Arthur.

Arthur swallowed the frosty blood in his hand in one gulp, the bone-piercing coolness slid down from his mouth, and finally spread to his internal organs. The extremely cold temperature made the flames around him begin to extinguish, and his life was also extinguished the fire.

Arthur let out a breath of white air, his lips were so cold that the color faded, he watched the angel rushing towards him, the expression on the other side was still beautiful and pure, but Arthur could read the panic hidden underneath.

Hey, what a pleasure.

Arthur was frozen to death. He woke up from the bedroom again, thinking about his tragic situation, Arthur took a deep breath and exhaled it again. After repeating this, he finally suppressed the urge to retaliate against the society.

The undead floated above Arthur's head. Seeing that Arthur had a bad expression, he was very sensible and dared not speak. He waited on the spot for a while and saw that Arthur had calmed down before carefully approaching him.

"It's okay, isn't it just death, you get used to it when you die."

Arthur gave him a sideways glance, slowly got up from the bed, the undead followed him, and at the same time looked at the surrounding scenery with nostalgia, he was also arranged like this when he was alive.

"The time has changed, why do you still show up?" Arthur asked, while arranging his clothes, he was sure that the servant would come in soon and tell him the news of Pollan's rebellion.

"It's really not easy to come out, and it's still temporary." The undead sighed, "I just want to ask, do you have a way to deal with demons?"

Arthur gets angry when he mentions this, what is it to deal with demons?Is he double-opening now?Originally, having a demon was enough, but now it was simply impossible to win!

"No, you can go back." Arthur didn't bother to deal with the dead anymore. After experiencing life outside the palace, his tone was not as serious as before, and his vocabulary had also improved to a great extent, especially the words of swearing, of course. , is not shown yet.

The undead wandered around for a few times, wanting to say a few words to encourage Arthur. Suddenly, an evil breath approached, wrapped up the undead, and threw it back into the secret room.

Rarely, the devil was a little anxious. He stared at Arthur without saying a word, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Arthur: I feel wronged, who can I tell (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Seeing Arthur's hard-hearted unmoved, the demon withdrew his expression and took the initiative to touch Arthur's hand.

"You met him, didn't you?"

Arthur took his hand away with a cold face, refusing to be touched.

The little king had a good temper, which made the devil feel annoyed and couldn't help itching. He coughed twice, and managed to think of a way to make Arthur happy and to beat his opponent.

"My lord, stretch out your hand, I want to give you a present."