Taming the Dark Lord

When Amelia woke up, she thought she was blind.

It was pitch black in front of me, so dark that it made people panic, and I couldn't see my fingers.She had never experienced such darkness. After a short period of confusion, she was flustered. She fumbled around and shouted in a low voice: "Is anyone? Alfonso? Alfonso?"

There seemed to be a faint scream not far away, but there was no familiar voice.

Amelia was so flustered that she shouted again and again, but no one responded.

She simply gave up calling people, and fumbled for herself to stand up, knowing what was kicked under her feet, a ball rolled out grunting, emitting a faint light.

With this light, Amelia finally saw the surrounding environment clearly.

She was still on the carriage. The ground was littered with dead leaves, her footprints were messy, and there was no one. The door was open with a slit, and the outside was dark and terrible.

What happened?

Where is the Alfonso?

Amelia was full of question marks, she just slept, and woke up to find that the world seemed to have changed, as if she had slept for hundreds of years.

She knelt down, picked up the luminous egg, and weighed it in her hand.

It's quite heavy, the tentacles are warm, and I don't know where it came from.

Now Amelia didn't have time to ponder the origin of this thing. She held the egg, held it high in front of her like the goddess of victory holding a torch, and got out of the carriage with this light.

There was nowhere to go outside, and Amelia stretched her feet tremblingly. After several attempts, the soles of her shoes touched the soft grass, before she was sure that the underground was not an abyss.

This darkness is too abnormal.

Contacting Alfonso who disappeared inexplicably, Amelia suddenly had a bad guess. Her eyes grew dark, she fumbled for a few steps, and whispered: "Debra? Rita? Everyone. Are you there?"

After a short silence, there was a whirring sound.

The light from the egg did not penetrate very well. After walking within two or three meters, the face was exposed to soft light: "...Amelia, where have you been?"

It was Rita, who was sobbing and sobbing, with abnormal horror and trembling on her face, she screamed: "It's the sun! The sun is gone, and our magic is gone, woooo.

Amelia's pupils shrank.

"No...what do you mean?" Her voice was dry.

Rita pulled her hair with a pained expression: "It's gone!"

The conversation between the two seemed to have triggered some switch, and there were crying voices one after another around, Amelia's palm trembled, and she tried to use the lowest level of cleaning magic.

The weak force gushed out, wrapped around the top of the shirt, removing a small stain.

Her magic is still there.Although weakened to the point that even a piece of clothing cannot be washed, it is still there.

But when Amelia went to see Rita's expression, the pain, fear and bewilderment were not fake, and the crying around was not fake.Their magic really disappeared.

She stood in place, with cold hands and feet, and suddenly remembered something. She stretched out her hand to touch her chest. This posture was a bit wretched, but she didn't care about so much. She stretched straight to the innermost point and took out nothing for a long time.

Godhead...The Godhead is gone.

The Godhead of Alfonso the sun falls =?

This line of equation quickly appeared in Amelia's mind. She breathed tightly, hurried back to the carriage, and pulled out the black book used to cushion the bed from under the layers of mattress.

"Where is the Alfonso? You must know it, tell me." She asked quickly and quickly.

——He has returned to the seat of God.

Although she had already guessed, when she heard this answer, she was still stunned and her mind went blank for a moment.

...Oh, I'm going back.

It's that simple, go back.

Amelia seemed to be stepping on the clouds, she felt unreal, her voice was light and floating: "...are you coming back?"

——In the God Realm, time cannot be counted. It may be a hundred years or ten thousand years. He will once again come back to the world and set his sights on this continent.

——Oh, poor saint.

——In His vast life, do you think He will remember this little rain of you?

Amelia's lips turned pale.

-The answer is obviously denied.

——The humble ants cannot shake the cold heart of the gods after all.

—Forget all this, saint.

—— Did not take your life, maybe the last bit of mercy from the great dark god.

The cold handwriting kept showing up on the pages of the book, but Amelia didn't want to read it anymore. She closed the book with a clatter, stuffed it under the table with no expression, and pressed hard against the heavy wooden table.

Pad the corner of the table.

This is the only way back for this cheap book.

The cover of the black book leather was immediately pressed into a deep impression, and the book case tried to crawl out frantically, like a struggling moth, pressed down again and again by Amelia, and finally even sat directly on the wooden table. Intent to crush it.

She was furious.Not only angry at that damned nasty guy who didn't say a word, but at the same time madly daring to ridicule her, but at the same time being wronged.

Various emotions rushed in, she pressed her lips and almost cried.

Before going to bed, she was still so close, and when she took the memory back, she turned her face and didn't recognize people.

Amelia held back the soreness in her throat, her eyes were sour, she sniffed, trying to comfort herself.

In fact, it's pretty good, better than she originally thought. At least she is still alive, she has no arms or legs, and she has not received any terrible revenge. The soul is even better. Before she left, she helped her solve the God of Light. Threat.

She is all relaxed now, she has no gods, she is very happy.

Besides, there are so many handsome guys in this world. Bye bye this one, the next one is definitely better and better, a hundred times better than that damn dark god.

After swallowing that breath for a while, Amelia glanced out the window, kicked Black Book angrily, "What's going on outside, where's the sun?"

The black book plays dead.

Amelia squinted, slammed the soles of her feet, and the bookcase twitched, reluctantly writing:

——The sun is the incarnation of the god of light.

——The godhead is gone, and the sun naturally falls.

Godhead can still connect with the sun?

Amelia regretted that she had known this, so she should hide her Godhead better.

She was still too deeply educated in her previous life, subconsciously thinking that the sun and the moon are planets, and did not connect them with the gods at all, let alone the fall of the gods would bring such consequences.

This unscientific world.

At this point, she sighed deeply, changed into clean clothes, and threw the skirt stained with the blood of the gods on the ground.

Seeing the blood stains, Amelia remembered how Alfonso had shed blood for her several times without hesitation.

The red and gold blood poured out, and he was so good-looking at that time, her heart pounding just looking at it.

Well, forget it, the first person willing to bleed for her.Even if it ends like this, it is not a loss.

Amelia slipped the glowing egg into her pocket without looking at the skirt that fell on the ground, and fumbled out and walked in front of everyone.

They were crying and praying in vain to the god of light, asking for a little response.

"Let's go, go back to the church first." No one can see the girl's expression in the dark, but everyone can hear her voice, calm and composed, as if nothing happened.

"The army is stationed in the sanctuary. Now that the magic is gone, we must go back as soon as possible. I am afraid that we will encounter trouble if we continue to stay in the wild. This is not far from the sanctuary. It should not take long to get there."

Not only the beast, but Amelia is more worried about the crazy people.

Day after day, the high mountains that were pressing on their heads suddenly collapsed and collapsed. When these ordinary people who have suffered so much see the believers who have no power to bind the chicken, what will they do?

A scene that might happen is that just thinking about it makes Amelia chill all over her body.

Some smart people thought of this. They turned pale, quickly packed some light soft belts, and the group set off lightly.

It was too dark to see the road, and he dared not ride a carriage, so he found a bunch of thick ropes, one by one connected in a line, and went forward.

Sometimes they can walk smoothly for a while, and sometimes a person falls and a group of people follow along. The saints who were originally glamorous and tall, all fell with swollen noses and swollen faces, and disappeared from the past.

Amelia also fell several times, her lips were broken, she licked her lips, there were no tears on her squeamish face, and she gritted her teeth and moved her sore legs, insisting on walking into the darkness of the invisible side .

Really tired, she has never been so tired.

There is no sun, no time, no one knows how long they have been walking, and how long they have to go, only knowing to follow the footsteps of the previous person and stumble forward.

Even if he was hungry and thirsty, he didn't dare to stop to eat and rest, fearing that he would lose contact with his companions who are no longer visible in front of him.

In less than a day, everyone fell from heaven to hell. At first they still had the strength to cry, but now they don't even have the strength to cry. This heavy darkness seems to be devouring everyone's spirit, making them gradually lost.

Amelia coughed, her throat fierce and sore, she cheered up a little, and shouted to her back in a dumb voice: "It's almost here, everyone, hold on to the rope, don't go away."

There was a few faint answers behind him.

Everyone's mental state is very bad.

Amelia can't help it, why doesn't she want to sit on the ground?The body pampered by the temple has never experienced such wind and waves, and the feet are rubbed and blistered.

But she still insisted, her bright blue eyes gleaming even more under the wash of tears and sweat.

This is the human I was fond of before?

Where Amelia couldn't see, there was a pair of icy eyes looking at her.

There are no human emotions in those eyes, some are just indifferent, ruthless, high above, and occasionally flashes of fluctuations are also negative, which makes people look cold.

The Dark God sat on the dark throne, his gaze cast from top to bottom, passing through the layers of clouds and accurately covering the blond girl.

Ordinary, extremely ordinary.

Weak and incompetent, even in human beings, are the lowest category.

Such a little ant, what kind of precious treasure would he use to snatch it from the bright dog?

The Dark God snorted inconceivably, propped his chin, and observed the girl's behavior with interest.

The life of the god is boring and long, and he has long been accustomed to having some fun for himself to pass the time.

The lips that had been kissed intimately were dry and bleeding, and the beautiful face that had been touched was full of scars, and in the eyes of the gods, it was just a means to add interest.

The game always has some twists and turns to be more interesting.