My feud with the protagonist is as deep as the sea [Quick Transmigration]

The northern border is divided into Essenia, the edge of the world, and the land of extreme winter.

The King of the North rules over the vast snowy fields.

Before the first lord of the northern border moved here, Essenia was a vast expanse with no grass growing. After him, the northern border became the most dazzling new star on the land.

Because God loves this land for his sake.

It is said that he has a handsome appearance and extraordinary strength. The gods once invited him to live together on the top of a cloud-shrouded mountain, share an unattainable temple with him, and drink amber wine with him, so as to obtain a beautiful appearance and beauty. Eternal youth.

But the first generation lord rejected the eternal life of the gods and chose the authority of the human king.Even though he rejected God's invitation so arrogantly, this arrogant mortal was still spoiled by the gods with incredible pride and willfulness.

It is said that in that era, Essenia even became a city of spring due to the favor of the gods. The towering evergreen mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and Persephone blessed the place with a hundred flowers blooming in all seasons.

It wasn't until the war between light and darkness broke out, the world border was cut off by the God of Light, and the extreme winter frost and snow left deep indelible marks, that Essenia completely fell into the extreme north.

People say that the war between light and darkness was provoked by this arrogant mortal, that all the words and appearance of the King of the North are like ice and snow, because of him the gods of winter will always love and stop in Athenia.

Even after a thousand years, even the citizens of the extreme south will remember his name.

History books refer to him as the king of ice and snow favored by gods.

If you want to ask what is the shortcoming in his life——

Presumably, he never loved anyone.

With cool light blue eyes, the first queen was as clear and soft as a soft substance between liquid and solid. In her biography, she left: "That is... a poor and sad man who can't love."

Thousands of years later, the past glory has become history, and the golden-edged horse of the God of Time is galloping forward. The descendants of today's lords are still firmly usurping the power of the northern border.

Both the eldest son and the second daughter have proved to have platinum-level talents in the magic energy appraisal. This family that has been favored by honor seems to still have honor.

Inside the castle, the maids were dressed in clean and tidy dresses, standing on the city wall and peeking down secretly.

Below the castle is the eldest prince who is competing with the knights of the family. He has gray-gold eyes. The maids secretly said that there is sunlight mixed in there, but compared to the gentle and youthful feelings of a girl, the retainers who come and go in the castle They valued the prince's talent and power more seriously, and they saluted him and discussed recent matters in the northern border.

Athenia's name doesn't seem to be on the lips of the people of the Realm very often, they call it the North, or the Tyrant's Winterrose.

Because this is a country established under the absolute rule of the king, and it is absolutely martial.

The Holy See in the middle region tried to come here to spread the light of the God of Light, and told these barbarians that the first generation of lords had received the favor of the God of Light, and now the northern border should obey God.

After listening to his words, the seventeen queens who were about to ascend the throne promised the envoy of the Holy See the righteousness bestowed by the king. When she was crowned in the northern border, she was so scared that her face turned ashen. In the end, she didn't dare to crown the queen in the name of the gods, but ran back to the northern border in desperation.

That crown is made of bones.

Under the leadership of the first generation, when he was crowned, all the courtiers cut off their little finger bones and voluntarily donated them to form the king's white bone wreath. They swore that this crown would become the proof of the king in the north. As long as their blood remained, the family owned Future generations will be absolutely loyal to the king.

"The countries in the North are made up of armies."

The beautiful, arrogant Scarlet Queen stepped on the ice-blue winter roses on the ground with her bare feet as white as snow, and her smile was extraordinarily gorgeous.

"And the army is the most loyal lackey of the King of the North."

But right now, the eldest prince, who was considered by the northern family to be crowned as the king of the northern region, seemed to be careless. He was almost blown away by the sword in his hand by the knight who was duel with him. Shi Cai woke up like a dream, smiled and waved his hands, and left the training ground with a long sword.

There was still a chill on that handsome face, and he walked through the arched corridor covered with green creepers.

"elder brother."

The girl standing by the open-air balcony lifted the hem of her pink skirt and nodded reservedly to him, but she didn't seem to take his words seriously, she just glanced absent-mindedly at the wall clock outside the door.

The owner of the house thought it was too noisy, so he removed the outer core long ago and used it as a decoration.

Pink and red are also the colors of heroes. Although the second princess in the north is wearing pink, it is a symbol of honor.

People in the north believe that both colors represent war, bravery and blood. Only the emperor can wear bright red clothes. Men wear bright red military uniforms, and women wear bright red dresses. When the emperor is crowned, he or she wears everything he or she has acquired before taking the throne. Medals and glory flashed along with the sharp blades.

The eldest prince didn't expect her to be here, so he paused for a moment, and covered up his stiffness with a brisk laugh, but subconsciously glanced at the door, and asked, "Is he still awake?"

"There's no sense of tension." The princess shook her head casually.

Just looking at this scene of brother and sister being in harmony, no one can tell that this is a sensitive period when the kingship will be established.

Blood, war, killing.

There is no orthodoxy in the North.

The enthroned emperor must eradicate all brothers and sisters who share the same blood with him. The third-generation queen who married seven husbands and killed six of them proved her rule with blood and told her subjects that there will be no distinction between descendants and concubines in the future. Men and women, as long as they are members of the royal family, are eligible to become emperors.Therefore, the glory of the entire northern king's family is almost paved by the blood of the same family.

"...he is really optimistic."

The princess glanced at him, laughed suddenly, and said, "Perhaps he wants to be the victor's slave."

The beautiful girl raised her brother's chin frivolously, and saw the other party frowned and slapped her hand away, but those gray-gold eyes were not as firm as before, but instead flickered, showing the master's inner emotions .

He coughed, unwilling to think about the purpose of coming here, and said: "I'm leaving, I hope that when I see you again, you are still alive."

"Of course, brother." The princess folded her hands, blinking proudly and playfully, "I hope you still have your last breath, so that I can kiss you goodnight."

The eldest prince snorted at her with disdain, and with gentle pampering, he waved his hands and turned to leave along the same path, only his footsteps were not as steady as usual.

Only the girl was left standing there, for a long time, then smiled slightly: "You really are coveted, brother."

Because of the underground hot springs and the magic crystal shield that works day and night, the castle retains the last spring in the north.

"That's a stunning beauty." The man lying in the bar outside Wangcheng's eyes was dazed, "The third prince's eyes glowed beautifully under the snow color, as beautiful as the ice and snow reflected by the snow mountain many times."

The recently deceased King in the North had three children.

The eldest prince is brave and good at fighting, bowing his head wherever his sword points.

The second princess took advantage of her innate beauty to have a good reputation in every family in the northern border, and all the heroes in the northern border were eager to become her ministers.

Of course, those are extra bonuses. The most important thing is that in this world where strength is paramount, they all have the ability to use platinum-level mana. A heavy reputation is left in the history books.

Only the third prince.

A natural waste without any magical ability, born into a family famous for blood kinship and incest, and he has a beauty that his reputation conveys to the south.

Without the northern family attached to him, this poor prince will surely die in the upcoming battle for royal power—of course, he can also consider relying on his appearance to win the affection of his elder brother or sister, becoming the winner's prize, and being a Enjoy it a little.

"I don't have nothing." Lu Ri said, "Face is justice. The azure-eyed knight commander in the castle blushes every time he sees me. I can guarantee that he will take me away if there is a coup."

He thought about it carefully: "Speaking of which, what's his name? I remember that his combat power ranks among the top [-] on the entire continent."

The system felt that a certain part that it didn't have began to hurt: [Every time you say that, I worry about disfiguring the host. 】

"Maybe try it?" Lu Ri said, "Which world will give me a disfigured character?"

Although he is famous for his looks in this world, he doesn't seem to take his own face seriously, it's just a matter of carelessness.

Like the servants of the entire castle, no one realized that he also reserved the position of the King of the North.

This is of course, otherwise Lu Ri would not be able to contact the protagonist.

After all, there is nothing more embarrassing than waking up to find that the plot of this world has come to an end. The protagonist from a humble background has successfully advanced to the Dark God of the Demon Realm, and after defeating the God of Light, he is sleeping deep in the Demon Realm.

Different from the once prosperous age of gods, today's mortals have not seen a miracle come for nearly a thousand years. As a person born with [Mortal: Yes, you are a mortal, but please believe that all human beings are powerful Ola! ] Buff felt very confused on the day of the road.

Is there a hotline for God Realm or Demon Realm?

... Of course not without it.

That is prayer.

The gods receive countless life-threatening calls every day, and it is really difficult for believers to answer the calls made by God, and Lu Ri does not intend to follow the routine of "I worship you, I am your most loyal believer", thinking about it No, he still decided to let the Dark God come to him by himself.

The first is to add an art lover to yourself.

The northern border does not worship gods. National traditions make them regard personal force and sincerity as higher than gods. Painting gods is pure appreciation rather than worship.Since Lu Ri was born without any talent for using magic energy, no matter how obsessed he was with art, no one thought it was strange.

It's nothing more than hopelessness and hopelessness.

The knights of the castle would always bring him a variety of paintbrushes, watercolors, or epic collections after going to the Middle Kingdom, to comfort the prince who should not have been born into a family destined to kill by blood.

As a result, Lu Rijiu's daily life has naturally turned into drawing various paintings in the room.

Rely on the painting skills provided to him by the system [You are drawing too rationally: Rip off the sketch, tear off the sketch!Sketch Rip Rip, Sketch Rip!Still life tear off tear off watercolor tear off tear off!Rip it up Rip it up! ], he reluctantly used his worrying artistic skills to paint works that he doubted were really made by himself every time he gave way.

Today is no exception.

It's the day of daily teasing again... no, it's the day of painting.

After realizing that his two brothers and sisters had left, Lu Ri woke up from the bed and opened the drawing board.His figure is illuminated by the extraordinarily clear sunlight reflected by the snow-capped mountains, and once again he focuses on the pen, completely forgetting everything outside, and immersing himself in his own colorful world.

——Actually, I was watching a TV series.

After all, relying on skills, automatic hand-painting does not require brains. During the boring time of painting, Lu Ri's seemingly focused eyes are actually staring at the light screen projected in front of him. With the protection of the system, only he can see this screen .

During this period of time, he played with too many artist characters, and he almost finished watching the new TV series released by the empire. He thanked the system for being able to connect to the star network after returning to the headquarters, which made his quality of life improve day by day.

[I think the hero of this movie is very deceitful. 】Lu Ri said, 【Did he imitate my character design? 】

System: 【...It seems that it is indeed satisfying the vacancy in the market. 】

Ever since Lu Ri mysteriously disappeared in the empire, the people of the empire who didn't know that he had run away felt empty inside and could only find solace from TV dramas, so that the high-cold male protagonist has been rising all the way, becoming more and more popular in today's interstellar entertainment circle. popular.

[Tsk, copyright, copyright. 】

The young man in the picture shed tears at the time of farewell to the heroine who lost her memory after the car accident and was diagnosed with incurable A-31 galaxy radiation sickness, and was told by the heroine’s mother to leave at a high price of 3000 million imperial coins, "I love you." you".

【lame. 】Lu Ri said, 【Don't cry.His eyes flickered at the spot of light behind the heroine, letting the sun shine on half of his cheeks, one side was very bright and the other side was very dark, his eyes were like tears that were about to fall, then he bit his lip and tightened his face, the colder the more Well, this is what hurts. 】

System: ... Is this the actor's experience or a method you have played before?

Sensing that the automatic drawing action on his hand stopped, Lu Ri turned off the video and saw the picture drawn by his hand on the canvas.It was the black flames that covered the sky, and the dark god held a sharp sword in it, and the bold watercolor was splashed with ink to show a tall and handsome figure. It is hard to forget the handsome and angular appearance at a glance, like a blade, fierce and compelling.

【……handsome. 】

【main character? 】

[My painter is so handsome. 】

In the void, a pair of eyes slowly opened, looking towards the chaos.

He noticed something, and those sharp eyes became gentle and soft after watching the picture in the world.The god quietly stared at the picture presented in the eyes of the god penetrating space, and smiled slightly because of his own figure in that picture.

No matter how wide the distance is, the gods can always hear the believers calling their names. He has always been tired of this kind of noise. Fortunately, no matter whether it is innocent common people or black magicians who have nothing to do with sacrifices, few people dare to ask for help from the dark department. Lord God.

What's more, he also has the title of "devil king".

until now.

At first, he noticed that there was a slight power of depicting God in the northern region, which had always been lacking in faith. He opened his eyes slightly from sleepiness, and saw the lonely young man living in the castle through the galaxy of time and space.

It's heart-wrenchingly familiar.

He has the same appearance as that person, but has no magical ability, nor any memory.

reincarnation.

The dark god gently asked the name in his heart, then lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at his painting quietly in the void temple.

There are always many colorful colors in the heart of young people, but they are splashed arbitrarily, and they regard themselves as everything frivolously, even if they are gods, they are just depictions in his pen.

It must be very proud of it.

Most of his works are epics of the gods and heroes of the golden age, and he always particularly prefers the stories of the war between light and darkness.It depicts the King of the North, the mortal who is caught in the battle of the gods; the shining God of Light, who was given the title of "God of Long Shot" because of his glory and strength; and the God of Darkness holding a sword that burns dark fire. His figure would make him smile every time.

Different from today's people's dread and fear of gods, he fully describes the pursuit of art and the pursuit of beauty and power, fascinated by the unyielding and heroic rise of the dark gods from the bottom, how to get rid of the weakness of childhood and become a great god.

But today seems to be different.

After finishing the painting, the human just stared at the canvas quietly, then closed his eyes slightly, as if he was listening to the wind.

The gods were a little curious, and it was rare for them to cast their eyes outside the room, and finally saw that both the maids and the knights in the castle were whispering about the upcoming battle for kingship.

No.20 Three generations of northern kings were murdered, and now only one person can become the new lord. According to the tradition of this cruel family, their mutual love will eventually compromise in the face of power.

But this man has nothing.

The undercurrent of power is intertwined around him, and people are betting their bones for the future with chips, but no one expects this prince without any talent to get everything. Even if someone mentions him in the corridor at this moment, it is only with a few Very complicated awe and ridicule, guess whether he will die or become someone's slave.

This person must have heard the whispers from the wind, but his expression didn't change a bit.

Aren't you afraid?

Unambitious, or stupid?

Those obsidian-like eyes looked clean and clear under the reflection of the winter snow in the distant mountains outside the window, but they were also like ice and snow, revealing no information at all.He lightly pressed his fingers on the paintbrush, then raised his head, meeting the eyes of God in the void by chance.

God suddenly wondered what was going on in his heart.

The author has something to say:

Xi Fan takes a bite, it is probably a super-routine god and mortal (?) under the upper hand, the main line is still Su

It’s been a long time since I’ve written Western Fantasy. I’m a good player. Although I want to write about a super-mad Russian tsarist kingdom, every time I go to the northern border, I think of the silly and sweet wolf family in A Song of Ice and Fire... and then (ry

It will probably resume normal updates, and then continue to try Riwan (decadent) from the 1st to the 5th of next month