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Volume 1 I am a devil Chapter 409 Inheriting the throne

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    When - when - when - the melodious bells resounded throughout the early morning in the capital of the Dian Kingdom. Countless people stood on both sides of the long street, enthusiastically welcoming the return of their princess.  Walking on the road lined with people to welcome her, Artoria looked up at the city in front of her and at the countless white doves flying in the sky, knowing that she would never forget the sound of the bell in her life.  They are only rung on occasions of state affairs, such as royal weddings, births of crown princes, funerals of late kings, etc., which are all major events that record the history of a dynasty.  But today, they were ringing in celebration, because she, the Princess of Breton, Artoria Pandaragorn, was back.  When she walked on the road to the royal capital, people greeted their beloved princess with cheers and applause.  She accepted it happily as she should, but when she looked at the enthusiastic people, her eyes were gloomy and heavy.  Behind her, the accompanying soldiers covered their faces under their cloaks and hats, and were as silent as her.  The people enthusiastically celebrated the army's victory and seemed not to care about their indifference.  The huge suspension bridge was lowered, and Arturia strode in.  There are also cheering crowds here, but they are not ordinary people, but composed of diplomatic envoys, minor nobles, and distinguished guests from elves, dwarves, and dwarfs.  They were not only standing in the courtyard, but also on the viewing platform high up.  Pink, snow-white, and bright red rose petals fell like rain and sprinkled on the heroes returning home in triumph.  Arturia once thought that on the day she was crowned king, she would bathe in these beautiful flying petals, step by step into the royal court, and rule Britannia in place of her father.  "Father" This word hurt her heart. She stretched out her gloved hand to catch a red petal, and gently rubbed it with her thumb. She was thinking a lot.  The petals faded in her hands, dried and shriveled, and soon turned brown.  Arturia frowned and silently threw away the dead petals.  Keep walking forward.  Pushing open the door, Arturia strode forward into the throne room that he was so familiar with.  She glanced quickly at King Uther and smiled at her father under her cloak.  She held the Wind Fantasy in front of her and knelt down on one knee, the tip of the sword touching the seal etched on the stone floor.  "Ah, my child, Artoria, I am so glad to see you come home safely." King Uther said, raising his body somewhat unsteadily.  The old king seemed to be in poor condition and seemed to be much older.  But Arturia knew what was going on, and she quietly felt the evil aura lingering in the air.  Feeling the evil power that had unknowingly controlled the entire capital, the hand holding the sword tightened.  I will never fail again, never again.  The people of BuLeDian will be freed from suffering, the evil villains will eventually be punished, and everything will be fine.  "And father you no longer have to make sacrifices for your people, and you no longer have to bear the weight of this crown. I will handle everything properly and live up to your great name."  Arturia gritted her teeth and stood up suddenly.  The armor clanked with the movement.  She raised a hand to lift the hood that covered her face and looked at her father's reaction. King Uther's eyes widened as Artoria expected.  Showing a surprised expression.  The hair that used to be as golden as wheat is now as pale as bones, and Artoria knows that her face is also pale, without any blood.  There was no longer any hope and enthusiasm in the originally beautiful blue eyes.  Only endless despair and coldness remain.  King Uther took two steps back in horror and fell on the throne, "Ah Artoria? My child. You what's wrong with you?" Artoria looked sadly at being controlled by the evil god.  The deceased father lowered his eyes.  "I climbed out of hell." She bit her lip and said softly.  Holding the sword, Arturia strode towards her father who was slumped on the throne, dumbfounded and bewildered.  When several guards in the hall saw this scene, they immediately rushed up with shouts. The power of the evil god strengthened them, allowing them to exert power far beyond that of ordinary people.  But in front of her, Wind Fantasy and the two Knights of the Round Table, they were no match.  Artoria's eyes didn't even shift in the slightest. She strode across the carpeted steps, grabbed her father by the handle, and handed over the original guards to Lancelot and Gawain.  She believed that the two people who were blessed to become death knights would live up to her trust - and the two death knights did it.  Facing the guards whose numbers were much higher than theirs, the two death knights easily killed these guards.  Artoria raised the blade of her sword, and the runes of Wind Fantasy shone coldly.  She heard a voice, not from Frostmourne, but from a memory of her own.  That was the voice of a little blond girl.??, the innocence and romance in that voice sounded as far away as a lifetime ago "Father, I will become the most competent king! I, Artoria Pendragon, will protect  Everyone, by that time, you can retire in peace, and I will make you the happiest father in the world." Artoria shook her head and drove away the voice in her head.  She raised her head, grabbed her father with cold eyes, and stabbed the sharp sword heavily into King Uther's old chest.  Amid the splattering blood, the old king grabbed his daughter's hand in pain and rolled to the ground while struggling.  "Whatwhat's going on?" Those blue eyes, which were the same as Artoria's, were filled with frightened disbelief.  He struggled, blood gushing from his chest crazily, and in pain, he reached out his hand to his daughter, trying to save something.  "You Wang'er, what are you doing?!" Arturia slowly squatted down, raising the Wind Fantasy high and then lowering it.  Poof - a human head rolled down the steps.  "Inherit the throneFather." Then, Arturia let her loyal and obedient new subjects roam free.  With her powerful strength, it was just a piece of cake to kill the rushing guards. Even if those guards were strengthened by the power of the evil god, they were still vulnerable to her.  Leading Lancelot and Gawain, Arturia coldly fought back to the courtyard outside.  It¡¯s crazy.  Carnival turned into frenzy; celebration turned into flight.  There were only a few survivors, and most of those who had waited in line for hours to welcome the princess back were now dead on the spot, the blood flowing from the horrific wounds had coagulated, and the broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.  There is no distinction between high and low, no distinction between men and women.  Regardless of age, everything is terrifyingly equal in the face of death.  Artoria doesn¡¯t care about the final fate of these corpses. It doesn¡¯t matter to her whether they feed the crows or become her new subjects.  These people who have been controlled by the evil god have long ceased to be the people of Britain and Yunnan and have become servants of evil, unable to give her the slightest mercy.  She turned around and left all these things to a few death knights to take care of.  Lancelot, Gawain, Gerainther most loyal twelve Knights of the Round Table stood neatly in front of the royal court. They were as pale as Arturia, but more ruthless than her.  And Arturia strode forward along the path she came from.  There is only one goal in mind.  After cleaning up all the corpses in the courtyard, she suddenly ran wildly.  No horse can carry her now, and the animals fear her and the scent of the legions of the dead.  But she found that she was not tired at all. As long as the Fantasy of Wind was still in her hands and the powerful power of the Lord of Death was still flowing in her body, she would be the most powerful creature in the world.  As she ran, the streets in the royal city quickly retreated behind her.  The wind whistled in her ears, and at the same time, a voice echoed in her mind, which was a fragment of memory.  "My daughter. On the day you were born, the entire forest of Britannia was calling your name softly - Artoria." "My child, I proudly watch you grow day by day.  Grow up and become the embodiment of justice. But remember, we have always ruled our kingdom with wisdom and strength." "At the same time, I also know that you will use your great power when you are cautious." "But.  "True victory is the power that inspires people to move forward." "One day, my life will reach its end." "And you will be crowned king!" My father's gentle whisper seemed to be ringing in my ears.  Then the voice changed and turned into other chaotic and disordered memories.  "I reminded you, child. Don't read too late. Even if you really crave more knowledge to govern this country, there will always be enough time in the future. You don't need to strain yourself so much." "Me too.  I think Lord Merlin is a bit unfounded. In fact, I don¡¯t think anyone in this world can resist your charm, Princess. " "You have good eyesight, Princess. You will definitely become a qualified warrior." "General.  I have been waiting in the lobby ten minutes ago, saying that I need to talk to you in detail about Nanhai Town." "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!  Maggots, do you also want to look up to the glory of the ancient gods? Let me tell you, no matter how angry and unwilling you are, you can only tremble under the majesty of the ancient gods.  You all want?!  What happened in Nanhai Town is just the beginning!  " "Listen to me, child, this world will fall!  The shadow has fallen, and no matter what you do, there is no way to undo it.  If you really want to save your people, lead them across the ocean and leave this world.  I can guide you to a safe and worry-free world for free, so that you will not be troubled by the minions of the ancient evil gods.  " "Artoria, my child, please, let's go.  Let's look for other ways. There must be other ways to defeat those evil gods. You don't have to put a curse on your head.  ¡± All the past events appeared before her eyes one by one. Looking at the city in front of her that had completely fallen into a frenzy of killing, Arturia could only walk forward in a daze. Her footsteps stopped in front of a park.  This year's snapdragons looked crazy. Artoria stepped forward and stretched out a hand to touch the beautiful tall blue-purple flowers. Then, she remembered the rose petals and hesitated.  Stopped. She was not here to see the flowers. She looked at the evil god in the middle of the park and pulled out the fantasy of the wind, "Suffer death, evil god, you are in trouble.  "(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
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