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Gods Only Belonging to Kings ([-])

Phycilis was in the dark, he didn't know how long he had been here, but he was neither impatient nor flustered.After all, long, long ago, after he was knocked down into the abyss, his ability and purpose were also in the dark.

In the long darkness, he learned to empty his mind and not think about everything, so that he would forget the passage of time and make everything look less difficult.Or if he is really tired, he will choose to enter a deep sleep.

This time is different.

Before Phicilis fell into a deeper sleep, he heard a distant but not faint call.That kind of call appeared suddenly, as if an outsider entered his world without saying hello, which made him unhappy.

And there is a kind of subconsciousness that makes him reject these voices, even though these voices are constantly calling him, pulling his consciousness, trying to pull him out of this darkness, to some unknown place.

Physilis repelled, but in the end he still couldn't withstand the pull. Then, he was pulled into a darkness, and those forces that called to restrain him finally showed their original form.

That is... Godhead!

Physilis froze, and all that could be seen were fragments of broken or complete godheads, shining with a tempting brilliance.Physilis now knew where he had come, Chaos—the place where the gods were first born.

Physilis stretched out his hand and picked up the bleak fragment of godhead closest to him.Is this the destination of the gods after their fall?

Physilis didn't know what the complex emotions in his heart were, and just as he was distracted, the shattered godhead that he held in his hands flashed and directly melted into his hands.

Phicilis was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically. He looked at the godheads who were agitated in the whole space, turned around and wanted to escape, but this is chaos, he has no entity, only consciousness left. How could Phycilis escape all the godheads? coverage range.

But in an instant, those godheads scrambled to be integrated into Physilis' body.The power of all the godheads combined is too powerful, even the creation god dare not put all the godheads into his body.

Physilis felt a sharp pain that was about to burst from the depths of his soul, and then his consciousness was forcefully pulled out of the darkness.

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Ansair looked at Physilis' body gradually recovering after the god crystal disappeared, and before he could be happy, he noticed the pain on the face of the silver-haired god.

Since his attention was drawn to the young man, he didn't notice the strange and puzzled look on the Elf Emperor's face.

The painful look on Phicilis' face became more and more intense, Ansair couldn't help but took a step forward, and the painful look on Phicilis' face disappeared in an instant, and at the same time he opened his red eyes .

After waking up, the spirit body became more and more uncomfortable, making the crimson pupils twist and struggle from time to time.

Ansair realized his mistake: "Ficie?"

Physilis heard his voice calling himself, and subconsciously focused on him with his slack pupils, but his expression was still icy.

Phycilis felt that his head was full of irritating thoughts that didn't belong to him, sometimes he was full of murderous intentions, and sometimes he was full of protection.All kinds of godheads disturbed his spirit, and Physilis wasn't even sure if he was the original God of Destruction.

The more you explore, the more painful it becomes.The spirit body that can't bear so many has not been exploded yet, thanks to the blessing of his "new life" - even if Phicilis doesn't want this office at all, he would rather die like this, it's like struggling in pain .

"Fici!" Ansair stretched out his hand to grab the young man, the confusion, confusion and ferocity that flashed from time to time in those red pupils made him uneasy.

Could it be that there is a problem with Shenjing!

The spirit body was torn apart and replenished by power. The repeated process made the silver-haired god no longer able to maintain his superficial calm. His eyes were flushed with moist mist, and his teeth were gnashing. The moment Al stretched out his hand, he was tightly grasped, and his round fingertips turned into sharp knives and ruthlessly pinched into the flesh.

Ansair completely ignored the insignificant wound on his arm, and half of his body plunged into the fountain of life, just to bring Phycilis out.At this time, his heart was full of regret, he shouldn't trust the elves and dragons!Only by himself, only by his side, can he be at ease!

"Ans... Al?" The dazzling blond hair flashed in front of his eyes, Physilis bit the tip of his tongue, and within a short period of time when his brain was clear after trembling, he firmly grasped the tight-looking blond emperor's clothes. Pulling himself closer, the voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "Ansair...Kill me, kill me!"

The golden red blood slipped from the corners of his lips along with the hurried words. Physilis couldn't see Ansair's pupils constricting suddenly and the elf emperor's astonished expression. The severe pain all over his body made him unable to think, scruple, and wait.

He was in so much pain that he wished he could die now. He was pulled back from the edge of death by his own original strength time and time again, and collapsed again and again.The repeated pain, as if it would never end, made his voice unbearable with a weeping sound.

"Ans... Please, kill me..."

This weeping sound was like a pair of big hands grabbing Ansair's beating heart, his body seemed to be soaked in the coldest water.He looked at his sweetheart who was so painful that he forgot his indifference and alienation, and the hand protecting her trembled slightly.

Ansair lowered his eyes, quietly watching the god whose emotions kept changing in his eyes, and he heard himself utter three words seriously.

"I can not."

Seeing that Phicilis couldn't hear clearly in the confusion, he calmly repeated it.

"I can not."

This time the silver-haired god finally heard it clearly. He opened his eyes wide, grabbed the blond man's collar, gasped and gritted his teeth coldly, and called out the man's name: "Ans, Al!"

Could it be that it was an illusion that he felt that the man had a good impression of him?Physilis was a little dazed, but also a little inexplicably wronged.

There is no space for him to think about other things in the severe pain. He vaguely remembers that he is the most afraid of pain. My lacrimal glands have developed, and I want to cry unexpectedly.

But in the end Physilis still held back his tears, just looked at the stubborn man and growled out of patience: "Kill me! Ansair!! Don't make me say it again!!"

Ansair's expression remained the same, but his hands tightened even more on the man who was unconsciously convulsed: "Baby, I don't want to say it again, it's impossible."

Where Physilis could not see, Ansair covered the darkness in his eyes.

Let him kill him with his own hands, this kind of thing can't happen!

Physilis felt his teeth trembling because of the pain. In fact, his body had no strength: "Only you can kill me! Only you can..." In the end, it was close to muttering.

Ansair was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at the fragile god.Even in a coma, the body twitches from time to time.

Only he can, what do you mean?

With a soft "crack", Ansair saw that the five-color agate bracelet on Phycilis' wrist was broken due to his loss of strength, and scattered randomly in the crystal-clear fountain of life.

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The Celestial Clan almost went to war with the Elf Clan and the Dragon Clan.The Elf Emperor knew the crux of the matter, and Ansair, who no longer believed in them, would not waver no matter how much he persuaded.

It's just that this war has ended before it even started, because the emperor of the Celestial Clan, who had the upper hand, hastily withdrew his troops before the start of the war, and spent more energy to find and stop the one who woke up in the territory of the Celestial Clan. The god who disappeared.

It is difficult to find traces of God's concealment, but the sudden outbreak of all-out war and large-scale plagues of all kinds in the world gave Ansair a clear direction.

When Ansair arrived in the human world, it was hard for him to imagine that this dead land was the same world as the last time he came.The lingering bloody smell is lingering, every inch of land here seems to be full of blood, and the plants growing from it are bright and insolent.

Birds and beasts stopped singing, the town was in a mess, and the sky was covered with a gray shadow.

When Ansair found Physilis, it was not far from the town of More. He could hardly believe that the man holding the corpse with empty eyes in front of him was the god who seemed indifferent as if he didn't care about everything.

After seeing clearly the appearance of the young corpse in Physilis' arms, Ansair paused slightly as he approached him.

That body was... Appa.

Physilis didn't seem to sense his arrival, his eyes were still empty, as if the cherished feelings that had been obtained with great difficulty were cruelly dug out again.

His lips trembled before he made a sound: "I didn't think so..."

He just didn't want to stay in the territory of the Celestial Clan, but he never thought about a full-scale war. In fact, he hated destruction more than anyone else, because his power would take everything away.

but……

"I... can't control..."

After merging all the godheads, Physilis' body no longer belonged to him. After he landed in the world, he could only watch helplessly as the violent and greedy divine power manipulated everything.

He meets people fleeing in panic because of the soldiers, and he saves Appa who has been separated from Fuli.

—No, he didn't save it.

Appa has long been infected with the plague.And he was helpless.

The boy with a yellowish complexion and constant coughing pulled his sleeves in fear but depended on him, and looked at him with extremely trusting eyes: "Brother Feixi, can Apa see her mother again?"

"...Well." Physilis couldn't lie, and nodded with difficulty, causing a dazzling and pure light to shine in the boy's eyes.

Then, with a smile on his lips, the boy fell into a deep sleep, never to wake up again.

"No...Apa, don't sleep...Apa..." With trembling fingertips, he caressed the boy's sunken cheek. The tearing and pain in the spirit body continued, but Physilis didn't care anymore.

"I... didn't do it on purpose..." Physilis slowly turned his head to look at him, his red pupils were empty and he was at a loss.The whimpering sound like a little beast that had lost everything caused Ansair's heart to constrict suddenly.

The young man with blood on his face asked him in a dazed voice, "Do you believe it?"

Ansair took that desperate figure into his protection circle, feeling distressed and guilty: "I believe it." How could I not believe you.

Physilis' head rested on his broad shoulders, and the pale sky was reflected in the pure blood-colored pupils.

He seemed to understand the greatest malice the world had towards him.

—Why is he alive?

—his power once again took everything away.

……

A tear fell on the ground.

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