Taming the Dark Lord

"Black dog, are you crazy?! This is a violation of order, how dare you?" The chicken cursed, his body was suddenly motivated after being hungry for several days, and his wings were about to go. Peck the dark god.

The Dark God slapped him open, his face was sullen, and he looked unhappy.

Everything in the world is inherently high and low. From the moment of birth, there is a difference between inferiority and inferiority. Gods will be higher than all living beings tomorrow, and human beings should be born to crawl against the gods. This is order.

No one has ever thought of becoming a god.It's like ants want to be elephants, how can it happen?

This is ridiculous.

Thinking of this, the thin claws trembled in panic.There are only two gods in the world, light and darkness. If the Black Sea God wants Amelia to become a god, he must seize his god.

He is not as skilled as humans. He is still hanging upside down and tied under the eaves. Life and death are between the thoughts of others.

If the dark god is determined to make Amelia a god, then he...

"Don't forget, now that the God Realm can't enter, you want her to become a god is to harm her." In order to survive, the light tried to persuade the dark god who had been keeping his eyes silent.

"If you don't want her to die, just use some other methods, there is no need... um um!"

The dark god smoothly suppressed the noisy voice.

He sits on the throne, his eyes are far out of the window, through the layers of buildings, many humans are kneeling in his direction, humble and pious, just like the one who only promises every time I see him' Pope', annoying.

Especially when someone prays to the gods, those noisy sounds are like annoying mosquitoes, buzzing in their ears, talking about some boring and trivial topics.

Every time he was awakened by these sounds in his deep sleep, the Dark God would irritably pinch the source of the sound to death, and then follow the vine to kill a few, and no one would dare to pray to him over time.

Amelia seems to be different from those humans.

She is not afraid of Him. Compared to fear and awe, her eyes are more about scrutiny and curiosity, even if she stoops down for a while, it is not because of His identity as a god.There is a special temperament in her, he has never seen it in others.

The Dark God is not sure how long this difference can last, maybe forever, maybe he will get bored in less than two days.The torrent of time can always dilute all feelings.

At that time, should He kill her, or just throw it away and let her be an ordinary mortal?If the saint becomes a god, the subsequent handling will be much troublesome.

The Dark God thought, with no expression on his face, a little gloomy.

"Buckle, buckle." The door knocked.

The pope bent over and walked in, crawling on the ground, and said: "My god, your loyal believer greets you."

The light on the ground can be seen, and from the mirror, the dark god saw the pope’s face distorted by excitement and fear.

Those biting cravings were no different from the other people he had met.

The Dark God suddenly felt bored. He pressed his impatience and his voice was frighteningly cold: "Close your eyes."

The pope closed his eyes reflexively, not daring to delay.The gods are not so'approachable' in front of the saints. In fact, most of his actions are worthy of evil.

If the pope moves a little bit slower, the god will destroy his eyes on the spot.

The pope closed his eyes and his hearing became sharp. He heard the sound of rubbing the cloth, like a god changing posture, then he laughed and said lightly:

"From today onwards, Amelia will be my god queen,"

pope:?!!!!

He almost opened his eyes in astonishment, but fortunately, his desire for survival stopped his actions.

What god queen?Amelia what?What becomes what??

The people under the steps were dumbfounded, but the Dark God had no intention of caring about his mood, and he self-consciously ordered: "The ceremony will be held in three days, and the world will be announced. No delay."

One hundred years, I give you one hundred years.

The Dark God supported his chin with one hand, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he had seen the blond and blue-eyed girl again.

If you have not bored me in this century, saint, I will give you the chance of eternal life.

From human beings to gods, redefining status and identity.

Before that, it doesn't seem to be unbearable to marry you as a God of Light for the time being.

The dark god laughed, the golden pupils faintly revealed some blood-red luster, and the black mist mixed with giant beasts loomed behind him.

The pope closed his eyes honestly. He didn't know what kind of demon he was kneeling and worshiping, and he didn't even know that the god he really served was actually the fat bird that had been hanging under the eaves and cursing.

And he still had to take care of it personally, and three days later, he would marry the carefully trained saint to the dark god.

I watched all the light: vomiting blood.jpg

When he got the news, Amelia was giving alms at the city gate.

Many inhabitants of the city lost their relatives and money in this catastrophe. They are destitute and about to starve to death.In order to save their lives, the gods distributed food and water at the gates of the city every day. Thousands of people gathered here, including civilians, knights, and other congregations.

When an unknown saint rushed out and announced the news loudly, the noisy voice fell silent, and everyone's eyes were on Amelia. Some people envied, some were jealous, and the hatred eyes were on her. Make two holes.

And Amelia...

Amelia was so scared that the spoons fell.

what's the situation?

What is he going to do?

Is it popular now that revenge people marry people home first?

The saint who reported the letter had complicated eyes, and congratulated: "Congratulations." Others also agreed.

Amelia clutched her pounding heart, pretending to be very happy and surprised, and barely dealt with it. In the sight of everyone's peeping, she no longer had the thought of generosity, she simply wiped her hands and prepared to go back.

When she returned to the temple, she changed her clothes first. She wore only a plain plain dress when she went out. The Pope certainly couldn't agree to dress her to see the gods in this way.

Amelia put on a gorgeous dress with exquisite workmanship and jewels, and suddenly remembered the conversation with Black Book that day.

There are three conditions for human beings to become gods. One is the flesh and blood of the gods, the other is faith, and the third is to be recognized by the world.

She had eaten the flesh and blood, and Alfonso had given her a lot of his blood during the plague incident. Although he had not recovered his memory at that time, the effect should be the same.

The point is faith.

The godhead belonging to the God of Light that she used as a gemstone was an aggregation of faith.To condense to that degree, it has to continue to accumulate for tens of billions of years. Gods have time to wait, and humans have already turned into a pile of bones.

Amelia's movements paused, and she sighed slightly. The life span of human beings is too short to collect enough faith to become gods. Unless some chance can save hundreds of millions of living beings around the world, it is impossible.

It's a pity that the Godhead of the God of Light is already there. If you can stay, you don't need to worry about her now.

As if understanding Amelia's thoughts, the black book under the flowerpot suddenly moved, making some noise to attract the saint's attention.

——My lord, your chance is here!

Amelia: "?"

-Godhead, you forgot, there is still a godhead in the world.

——The godhead is the core of a god, and it is even more important than the heart. If you get the godhead, your purpose can be achieved.

Amelia frowned: "You said it is light, how can I take it, and ask him to give it?"

——Becoming a god queen is an opportunity!

——The godhead is buried at the back of your neck. When you are in close contact with the god, you can quickly dig it out of his absence. You can rest assured that a god who loses the godhead will have no strength to resist.

Lost... Amelia suddenly understood something, blushed, and rejected the proposal of the Black Book: "I think you are booing again and screaming at me to do bad things, right? It's better that the dark god can slap me to death , You think so, right?"

Hei Shu stopped talking, shaking the pages of the book with a guilty conscience.

Amelia sneered and added another flower pot to it.

The palace where the god lived was not far from her, and Amelia arrived soon after she left, and she happened to meet the pope at the door.

The pope looked complicated, and patted her on the shoulder: "Let you serve my god well, you did...too hard work, right?"

Amelia: "..."

She couldn't understand what hard work.

Pushing the door open, the god was sitting on the throne, his sharp eyes staring at the sky blankly, as if in a daze.

Amelia took a deep breath and respectfully said: "My god."

The Dark God lowered his eyebrows and glanced at her.He stood up, dragged the corners of the golden robe over the long stairs, and walked towards her silently.

"Get up." His cold hand clamped the arm of the saint, and directly lifted the person up, pulling him closer, observing her expression at close range.

"After becoming my god, do you have any comments?"

The god asked, Amelia heard it, but her eyes couldn't help but look at the long neck.

How fragile it was, as if it would break in a single break, but Amelia knew how great power it contained. If the gods were unwilling, no one in the world could touch his body, let alone a deadly part.

Amelia met once. When he was a dark elf, they lay on the grass. The elf turned around unhappily. She touched the elf’s long silky hair and inadvertently stroked the neck with her fingertips. .

At that time, she wondered whether the elf's body was so cold, whether it lacked nutrition, and whether it was necessary to add some meat protein to support the body.She was full of affection and love, and her heart was so soft that she was like the gurgling spring water after the winter ice melted.

But now, Amelia stared at the slightly sliding Adam's apple, thinking about the godhead and the future of becoming a god.

Immortality, strength, future...

She raised her head uncontrollably, met the inquiring eyes of the god, and smiled.

She heard her own voice, unfamiliar, with a smile: "This is my honor."

The saint promised simply and neatly, but the Dark God was unhappy.

Don’t you remember that you still had a dark elf that you fell in love with before, this unreasonable saint?It was so simple to say that I forgot, and I didn't even hesitate.

Or is it that you are so loyal to the God of Light, and you will agree to any request?

Haha, good, very good.

The dark god lowered his face, pinched the saint's sharp jaw with his fingers, and said gloomily: "You don't think about it anymore?"

"There is nothing to consider." Amelia seemed to have made some decision, and said with a smile on her lips: "The past is over. At this time, I am just a saint, a saint born for you. "