The first goddess

On this hot summer night, two guards holding spears were standing bored at the gate. Standing on duty is always a boring job, and it is even more difficult tonight. Originally, the two of them could chat to pass the time, but the weather was so hot that people didn't even have the desire to speak.

Behind them is the side door of the Sham Palace. This is a door that few people visit, and is only suitable for visitors who are unwilling to expose themselves to the public. In fact, even on the busiest days, this door only receives three or five guests.

The weather was so hot, and the air was so dull that it seemed like water was dripping. Although the two guards did nothing, they were still sweating on their heads and bodies. The sweat had soaked the leather armor on their bodies, and a sour smell was emitted.

The two guards suddenly stood up straight. They felt that they were not asleep, but a person suddenly appeared in front of them.

A guard took a half step back and took a warning posture. He was sure that he had not heard anyone approaching, but this person really appeared.

The man was wearing a black cloak, like a black shadow under the light, but his flickering eyes were particularly clear under the light of the oil lamp.

"Who?" another guard questioned, raised his spear and pointed it at the stranger's chest. "Who are you?"

The stranger was not at all uneasy, although the spear had almost touched his chest. His flashing eyes were staring at the guards, and before he knew it, both guards stared into her eyes.

"What is your responsibility here?" the stranger spoke, his voice sweet and gentle, and that was the voice of a woman.

"Guard here." The two guards replied at the same time. Their voices became mechanical, their bodies were as stiff as statues, and their eyes were empty and unsightly.

"Lying! Your responsibility is to obey my orders. Looking into my eyes, you no longer belong to you. Open the door for me."

A guard turned around as stiff as wood, took out the key, inserted it into the big lock and finally opened the iron door.

"Okay, lead me to the king's dormitory." The man in black said to the guard. Before she walked into the door, she turned around and glanced at the other guard.

"As for you, I don't need to. Kill yourself!"

The guard listened to her voice and turned the spear over his head. The spear pointed to the gap in the leather armor at the bottom of his ribs and slowly inserted it into it. The spear pierced his body, and blood poured out along the wound. This was originally a huge injury that made people scream in pain, but he didn't sound aloud, and his arms continued to use force stiffly, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

In the magnificent room, a young man was lying on a velvet bed. He was not sleeping very well and sweating. Because the palace was also stuffy and suffocating, and the effect of the leather bags with ice on the bedside was only a little lower than the outside, and it was not cool at all.

A strange sound came from outside the door of the room. The young man was awakened. He raised his head and looked at the entrance of the room. At this moment, the door was tightly closed. Another clear strange sound was heard, which shows that the sound just now was not an illusion.

"Who is outside!"

There was silence outside the room and no one answered it. But at this moment, his personal follower should be waiting for his summons outside. The young man became a little panicked, and he reached out to grop on the bedside table. A precious magic lamp immediately shone light, illuminating the room.

The door was pushed open from outside. The man in black walked in.

"You...who are you? Guards! Where are the guards?! Didn't I say that no one is allowed to enter my room?"

"Don't call, no one will come." The man in black chuckled. Then she took off her black cloak and showed her true face completely under the light.

This is a very young girl. Judging from her face, the woman is between an adult and a minor. She has a very perky nose, blue eyes like a bay of clear water, her fair skin is like transparent cream soaked in milk, and her cherry lips are red and wonderful. The girl is unarmed, wearing only a pair of soft shoes and an almost transparent white gauze robe. Her body that has not yet been fully developed can be seen.

However, this charming and harmless girl made the young man's face look extremely pale. Although the weather was so hot, his body was trembling uncontrollably and his teeth were trembling.

"Female...female...goddess...Yilan Goddess..."

"That's right, it's me." The goddess took a step forward, but her pure and beautiful face was filled with a thunderous anger. "Do you think you, a little mortal king, can actually challenge God? Do you think we are all vain? Do you think we only exist in the sacred texts and legends? Unfortunately, I am real, just as I am in front of you now! You, an ant who overestimates your ability, dare you challenge us?! Challenge your great power with your small IQ that cannot be understood!"

"Guard! Guard!" the young man suddenly shouted, and the voice was heard far away, probably the whole palace would hear it.

"Struggle in vain! But your sad life will last tonight!" said the goddess.

"You dare!" What the young man only sent a erotic threat.

"Will the king dare not step on the ants on the road to death? You have not realized that your so-called power is as insignificant to me as sand and dust floating in the wind. You will know how I will deal with your resistance."

The goddess stretched out a hand, and a ray of light instantly swallowed the young man.

A few minutes later, a group of guards arrived, but all they could see was the king lying on the ground. The doctor was quickly summoned, followed by the magician, but no medical skills or magic could do anything at the moment - the king's body was not injured or poisoned, but his blood vessels all over his body burst out, and his wide eyes seemed to indicate death.

The knight and the ministers fell to their knees in front of the bed. The king opened his mouth but his lips were not even moving and his eyes were hollow. His voice was strange, blurry and ethereal, as if coming from a very far place.

"My knights, my ministers, where are you? There is only darkness and howling winds."

People answered his call anxiously, but no matter how loud they spoke, the king could not hear it.

"Save me, I have escaped from my body! My soul was pulled into the darkness with the strong wind, and they were going to strip me of my body. The dark monsters were around me, their clawed hands, and their eyes flashed like flames in the darkness. Save me! Their fingers burned me like flames! They would trap my soul in the filthy darkness forever..."

The king was soaked in sweat, his hands clutching the sheets, making miserable screams.

"Ahhhhhh... Goddess Yilan... Please forgive me! I should not infringe on the rights of the Holy City of Oren! Please! Don't throw my soul into the abyss, don't let me be doomed!"

He struggled, rolling around in extreme pain, and everyone could only helplessly watch as the king slowly exhausted the last trace of his life in the struggle and turned into a corpse that could not move.

The sound of a warning gong in the palace echoed in the night sky, and many pedestrians who didn't know the truth stopped and stared at the palace in the distance, guessing what happened.

When the guards rushed into the room and summoned the doctor, the goddess in black appeared on a grassland hundreds of miles away from the palace. Here was an arch that seemed to be made of stone, and the goddess appeared from the space under the arch.

A man had been waiting here for a long time at the arch.

"Yilan, is things going well?"

"What's the problem?" The goddess looked at the man in front of her with contempt. "Do you think these primitive natives can compete with us? If I have to do anything like this, you are really a waste!"

"Bad..." The man showed an angry expression on his face.

"Isn't it? Why can I be a goddess but you can only be an archbishop? It's not because you are too useless! Not only do you lack professional skills, you have not even completed basic education! So you are only worthy of pretending to be a god and bluffing these primitive natives here. You can't handle such a simple thing, and I have to do it myself!"

A trace of blue veins appeared on the man's forehead, but he did not dare to refute the other party.

"I'm back to the base." The goddess continued. "I'll leave it to you. Although you are a waste, there should be no problem in keeping things under control, right? Remember the orders of the committee, you must never let anything go! Otherwise, you will know what will happen!"

She looked around again, and confirmed that no one was there, and walked into the arch again. As she approached below the arch, a strange energy suddenly condensed from the entire stone arch, which condensed into a seemingly translucent mirror under the arch. The goddess walked into the mirror directly and disappeared. Then, the mirror disappeared invisible.

"Stinky bitch! I'll endure you this time! You haven't been alive for a long time!" After the goddess disappeared, the man cursed, but no matter how he sounded, he looked like a stray dog ​​dared to bark far away.

He turned around and left, jumped onto a horse that had been waiting beside him, and galloped towards the distance. However, the road was not very long. He soon arrived at a small camp and walked into the largest tent. Several women were asleep in the tent, probably because of the weather, all of them were naked at this moment.

"Article Carl..." A woman was awakened and looked at the person coming in in amazement. When did the archbishop leave? However, before she could ask questions, the man pressed her to the ground and pressed her body roughly. Although the woman was surprised, she did not resist and quickly cooperated.

"Everyone looks down on me! I don't even look down on me..." Carl cursed in a voice that he could only hear himself.
Chapter completed!