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

The news of the king's replacement in the Northern Territory spread throughout the entire territory within a day. Anyone who cares a little bit about political events will know the two heirs to the Northern Territory who were once so outstanding that they were recognized by the Mage Tower in the center of the mainland as able to leave their names in history. Died so hastily.

In today's Northern Territory, the last heir who is about to occupy the throne is a waste who is said to have no magic power.

Everyone knows that the previous king of the northern border died mysteriously when he was on an envoy to the central border. For the northern border who must take revenge and pledge allegiance to the king, the next king must bear the responsibility of avenging his father's generation.

That means war.

Regardless of whether the successor is a talented strong man or a weak and incompetent waste, the northern border will send troops to find justice for their former king, and war is inevitable.The rulers of the other kingdoms in the whole territory have felt depressed for a long time, no matter whether it is nightly singing or gourmet food, they have no interest in it, and they are waiting for those northern monsters with brain cramps who are not afraid of death to come to their door.

But as soon as the news came out, their mood suddenly changed subtly.

Don't say it's scary, it's better to say... It makes people want to move.

The northern border has no value of conquest, and even the local residents are not happy to stay in that barren place.The wind and snow are blowing, the land is barren, and no crops can grow. The aborigines are proficient in fighting to vent their heat.

To the people of other kingdoms, both the people and the land seem to exist in another world.

But that is a kingdom that has never been defeated after all. If you can use this opportunity to kill the king of the northern border or defeat the army in the northern border, it must be a great cause that will be famous in history.

——The premise is that if the new Northern King is really a weak waste.

That place specializes in cultivating freaks who kill blood relatives. The more harmless it looks on the outside, the more dangerous it may be on the inside. Although most people have some thoughts in their hearts, they still dare not take the risk. They just chose Those envoys who were not very popular on weekdays went to the coronation ceremony of the King of the North to see what kind of ruler the other party was.

Of course it is the future world-class boss.

Their guess was not wrong in a certain sense, Lu Ri played the role of the soon-to-be-baked Great Demon King very dedicatedly, think about it, standing behind him was the Dark God who had been sleeping at the bottom of the abyss since the Age of Gods, Not doing something big would be a waste of the fashionable people in this world.

Besides, he is still double black, this is the image of the big boss in the classic bardic story!

Different from the five kingdoms in the entire territory, the Holy See, as a neutral force, holds the supreme status.

In the battle of gods, although the God of Darkness defeated the God of Light, he was also seriously injured and forced to sleep at the bottom of the abyss. The people of the demon world were restricted by seals and could no longer contact the human world.

Since then, only the Holy See has continued to expand its momentum on the mainland. Whether it is willing or not, the whole territory has recognized the theory of the Holy See’s divine right of kings. Whenever the king of the kingdom ascends the throne, he will be crowned by an envoy sent by the Pope to show the king His power comes entirely from the God of Light.

Except for the North.

The thorn in the eyes of the Holy See, the standard villain.

Starting from the queen who scared away the Pope's envoy with the crown of bones, the kings of the North have not allowed the Holy See to get a good end with peace of mind.

The gorgeous and arrogant sixth queen snickered, leaning on the pure knight's shoulder and whispering softly, forcing him to turn red and back away in panic. The Templar who was once known as the "pure knight" never Never left the North again.

The young and contemptuous No.17 King Ren just let out a casual grunt when he heard the intention of the Holy See, then threw the envoy in the living room for three days, and finally found it to ask the Holy Son with great interest Where did the spring orange blossom on the chest come from?

And so on -

In short, in the eyes of the Holy See, the previous kings of the northern border were all out-and-out bastards.

This time the second princess who invited them to die before their arrival caught the Holy See by surprise, but since they have already entered the northern border, they must not leave so easily.

Young and heroic, the Holy Son, who took the lead in taking on this important task, stood under the roof of the enthronement ceremony, took a deep breath, and told himself to keep calm.

He was born in the western region, and he has the typical blond hair of the people in the western region, so soft that it can be blown by any light breeze in the mountains. His eyes are dark blue and intoxicating, like the tide of the sea at night.

But compared to his appearance, it was his strength that made the northerners afraid.

The Holy Son is not afraid of the legendary crown of bones, even though he has defeated several necromancers who drive dead bodies.But he didn't know why he was always uneasy. After thinking for a while, he felt that it was probably because of the young king who was about to ascend the throne.

It is said that he is as beautiful as the gift of ice and snow.

Even in the warm southern region where the beauty's hair provokes the sweetest fragrance, people have heard of his name, saying that he is the most beautiful lady in the southern region.

But he's prickly, arrogant and flirtatious, and suddenly on the throne.

——This is the future king of the North.

The people of the Holy See have been isolated by the aborigines in the north for a while.

The knights of the Templar muttered that this people has no hospitality, and it took a long fight outside to prove that they were not guests who could be easily dismissed. here.

But no one was willing to pay attention to them. Most of the people present were military officers and nobles. They waited expectantly for the arrival of the King of the North, or were worried about their own affairs. .

However, the Holy Son was well-bred. Since he was tested for his bright aptitude at the age of six, he has been working hard to learn the bright god's smile from the Pope. To be able to face it with the same smile.

But the king of the north who was about to be crowned never came.

The king, who was waiting for everyone, wore the bright red military uniform, dismissed all the servants, leaned on the window sill alone, facing the ice and snow outside, and gave himself one medal after another on his chest.

Bright gold, silver, and heavy iron are worn on the clothes that have just been woven by the tailor with tight needles and threads.

The bell that symbolized the start of the ceremony in the distance had already struck four times. The people who stayed there but couldn't wait for the king must be extremely anxious, but the rightful lord seemed to be unable to hear the bell at all, and was still trying to Wear those medals.

God didn't know what he was thinking.

The medals on his chest were all gifts from his brothers and sisters, and the person who presented the medals was killed by the gods to fulfill the contract according to his will.

Killing blood relatives is unforgivable in other places, and they are destined to be cursed by the gods of the light department, but for the northern border, all this should have been very common. Since they were born in this world, they knew that they were destined to kill each other.

The man shouldn't have been so concerned about it.

In other words, according to God's understanding of him, that indifferent and proud prince who only loves art should not care so much about such insignificant feelings.

It's just...too gentle to the point of weakness.

But his black eyes sparkled like a pond under the snow-capped mountains, and that familiar face was handsome and pale, like a statue in the shadows, which made God feel heavy for him.

God stared at the human being who had signed a contract with him, and watched his fingers count the medals on his clothes one by one. When he counted to the next row, he forgot how many times he had counted in the previous row, so he could only repeat it over and over again. This kind of meaningless behavior is like a puppet, calm and monotonous. I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know why he does such a meaningless behavior.

Even the cold heart of the God of Darkness felt a complicated sadness for this man.

His gaze sometimes followed the other person's line of sight and looked at Feixue outside the window, and sometimes rested on this person. After realizing that his behavior was as meaningless as the other person's, God had to admit that he really couldn't bear the appearance of this familiar face. The lonely color.

Then God sighed in frustration and frustration.

After attracting the king's surprised gaze, the god whispered in his ear and said, "A king must bear a lot of guilt and blood. If you want to be a great ruler, you must learn to endure the pain while bearing the crime. "

God said, "So don't be afraid."

Lu Rijiu: ...

When did you see that I was scared.

He's just... a little nervous.

It is the first time to accept such a high-profile profession as the king, and it is a brand-new character design. Lu Ri thought that he would have to spend time to sort out his emotions when he was going to face the crowd later, and then he couldn't help it. Just from these medals, I thought of my own cheap brother and sister in this world.

What kind of mood would it be if they were made to stand here at this moment, about to go into the eyes of everyone and wear the crown.

But this is a pointless consideration.

The third prince, Lu Ri, must become the King of the North, otherwise, the sun god's chariot will turn around, the stars and rivers will flow against it, time will go backwards, and the world will restart according to his will.

So he raised his head, faced God, looked at the black mist floating beside him, and said, "God, you seem to value me too much."

God does not speak.

"Pampering a mortal too much will make his pride grow, he will act recklessly, and eventually bring about destruction." Lu Ri's voice was as gentle as whispering to his lover.

Like what God used to see in the void, he is hypocritical to take advantage of those mortals, to let them see and please, and give everything for him.But even though God knew this, he couldn't look away, watching him quietly looking at himself with such absent-minded arrogance, as if thinking for a moment, and said, "Do you like me?"

That face was too familiar, even the arrogance of casually coaxing people to sacrifice for him was exactly the same.Those deep black eyes reflected the light of frost and snow, but they were also like ice and snow, without any emotion.

Just because he doesn't love, he is more beautiful.

God's gaze rests upon the face.

This face gave him the deepest redemption and comfort when he was still a mortal boy, and it was he who pulled himself out of the most desperate situation until he reached the position of the main god of the dark department.

While sleeping at the bottom of the abyss, he still recalled the other person's face in countless tossing and turning dreams.

But that's not sweet.

This person also gave him a profound betrayal. When he defeated the God of Light on the battlefield, he was stabbed severely in the chest by the mortal he admired with the sword that killed the God.At that time, the expression on this face was still the same, absent-minded, beautiful and proud, but without any emotion inside.

At that time, God knew that no matter how powerful he was, even enough to aspire to the throne of the gods, he could not read this person's heart.

Lu Ri did not get his answer, but he was not discouraged, but asked again: "God, do you like me?"

...Arrogant guy.

God said, "I don't like it."

Lu Rijiu: ...

Wait, you're being too blunt now, I can't stand it.

So far he has not received such a clear answer.Even if they don't miss him, no one has the heart to reject his words so bluntly for the sake of this face.

It is this kind of self-confidence that "as expected, everyone is Yangou, so I am correct in controlling my appearance" that makes him firmly believe that his code of conduct is absolutely correct.

But... Sure enough, God is a humanoid creature with only a human appearance, but the inside is different?

Lu Ri complained in his heart, but looked startled on the outside, then raised his eyebrows as if laughing at his self-indulgence, and stopped talking.

But God stared at him and spoke.

"But you are indeed my favorite mortal." God said, "Before I take away your appearance, you are my chosen king. As I defend my glory, I will defend your glory in the same way."

Lu Ri said, "Even if it's a war?"

"War is my instinct."

"..." Wang raised his head, looked at him quietly, and then unexpectedly smiled, "My honor, God."

When the bell rang for the fifth time, the noble officers who had waited impatiently finally saw the soon-to-be-crowned King of the North in front of the castle gate.

This third prince is not as well-known to people in the northern border as the previous two heirs, but as long as he has seen him, he will not be mistaken for his identity. Starting from the person who saw him first by the door, his people Immediately knelt down and saluted the king who was about to be crowned and ruled.

Then the kneeling ceremony spread from the door to all directions, and in the blink of an eye, a large group of people in the banquet hall, which was still standing just now, fell to their knees like dominoes falling, and the nobles from other kingdoms who came to watch the ceremony also Whispering and complaining in his heart, he was stunned by the sudden situation around him, stood there standing out from the crowd, embarrassed, and subconsciously cast his eyes on the door.

Then they saw him.

Black hair and black eyes, like a demon that often appears in the legends of bards, the soon-to-be-crowned King of the North.

He looked extremely young, his handsome face was like a sudden wind and snow in the north, and no one would mistake him for his clothes.

As bright red as if stained with blood—people in the North did proudly claim that the red dress of the king was dyed red by the blood of his people, but the envoys of other kingdoms felt that they should not be so mad—

And the badges on the chest are cold and sharp, making people unable to look directly at the aggressive edge.

The military uniform of the King of the North is the tradition of the North, and the cloak carries the glory of the family. The knight who had been waiting for a long time immediately stepped forward in silence, and put on him the cloak passed down from generation to generation in the North, which was inherited from his father.

The new king didn't speak, just nodded slightly, and took away all eyes.

His face was pale, as if he was remembering his father and brothers and sisters who had passed away not long ago, which made the people in the northern border present love and pity him because of his fragile respect that should not belong to the king.

"Holy Son!" The Templar next to him grabbed the Holy Son who was about to approach him.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed young Holy Son didn't know why: "We must get the King of the North to agree to be crowned by the Holy See..."

"There's something wrong with him," said the knight.

He vigilantly put his hand on the sheathed sword hilt at his waist, turning a blind eye to the glaring glances from the northerners next to him, and just staring in the direction of the king of the northern region as if facing a formidable enemy.

Although the Holy Son was a little dazed, but out of respect for this senior who was ahead of him in terms of qualifications and strength, he could only watch the king pass by him and walk towards the center.

The other party didn't cast a glance at him.

He was indeed good-looking.

The Holy Son thought.

A servant who serves God should not be proud of his skin, but the Son is not ignorant of his own face.

No matter where he goes in the whole territory, the girls who see him can't help but stare at his appearance, making him ashamed that the love inside is even better than the longing for the God of Light.

But this person is different from him, he has an inherent cold arrogance, which makes him naturally above everyone.

Lu Ri walked to the high platform and looked at the bone crown placed in front of him.

This thing is made up of hundreds of little finger bones that were displayed by the officials of the first king of the northern border. It is blessed with special magic, and even after thousands of years, the bones will not be turned into ashes.

It is terror and power, and it dreads the whole realm.

But...it gives me a headache when I wear it.

Lu Ri thought.

After all, it looks like it’s really piercing the head. I heard that the king of the North was stabbed in the head by a bone spur exposed from the crown when he fell off the cliff and died. It seems to prove that those who wield power will die of power. After all, it was bloody.

When the king picked up the crown, there was a thunderous explosion from the castle, and the whole snow field seemed to be shaking and trembling in the hands of a giant god.

But the king still stood there until the crown finally fell on his head, and all the turmoil stopped, as if the heaven and the earth were shaking for his coronation.

But that didn't end there, the Templars let out horrified cries, and in their sacred vision filled with light, they could see a huge black figure appearing behind the newly crowned King of the North.

I can't see the appearance and face clearly, only the strong fear that comes from the first sight. The figure is so huge that it seems to cover the entire castle. It is the power and power only of the gods.

"He is..." the Holy Son whispered in astonishment, "The one favored by God."

But that is not the grace and glory of the God of Light that they envy, but...

It comes from the dark god who has been sleeping in the dark abyss for thousands of years.

When the earth-shaking momentum dissipated, the terrified people saw that the king was seated on the throne, wearing a crown of bones.

The envoys from foreign countries looked at each other in surprise, but the people in the northern border had already realized something and knelt down emotionally.

They heard the king say: "My father died in the middle land, murdered by foreign hands, my brothers and sisters are dead, and I stand here alone. Now the north is hostile and surrounded like a wild beast in a cage , if we do not avenge the will of the former king, lick the blood of our enemies, and fight to the death for glory, then our bones will lie in the land of our hometown in old age and there will be no peace, and our graves will endure the spurning of future generations."

The Holy Son looked at the figure and suddenly realized an important thing.

This man wants war.

Stupid, blind, this must bring disaster to the whole continent.

However, the worship of the king in the north is really incomparable.

When the newly crowned King toasted them, saying, "Gentlemen, drink the wine of our blood," they toasted together, excited, delighted in the king's greatness and unconquest.

No matter at that time they will become heroes who drink fine wine with the supreme king, or fall in obscurity on the land far away from their hometown, they are full of joy when they think that they will win or die for the king, so they drink this wine, as if Drinking his own blood, his liver and gallbladder ached.

The system said: [Is it okay for the host to drink alcohol? 】

[...Grape juice. 】 Lu Ri said, 【Someone put it here in advance. 】

But drinking grape juice is too embarrassing for super-manly northerners, and Lu Ri won't admit it to others.

Although the divine power of the Dark God is cold, those under his favor can feel the warmth from it, and his body has the stability and comfort of waking up from a dreamless night's sleep.His brows stretched, as if he couldn't drink enough wine in the glass, he licked the juice from his lips lightly, as if he was so charming and ruthlessly lazy in the wind and moon field.

In the eyes of the Son, it looks like a leopard that just woke up and is about to hunt on the grassland.

As if aware of the gaze from this side, the king cast his gaze to this side, and the Holy Son suddenly met his black eyes, and was startled in his heart, as if he saw something extremely mysterious.

He was so startled that he took a step back subconsciously, and after realizing that he had made such an unbrave move, he looked back with some annoyance.

But that weird feeling has disappeared, those are still a pair of good-looking eyes, and the malicious flow just now seems to be just his illusion.

It is not surprising that the other party is admiring his appearance, but he is not as obsessed with this appearance as others are. Wang himself is the focus of others' attention, and he must be immune to all beauty.

[It looks so good-looking. 】Lu Ri said to the system, 【This kind of world is where you can see all kinds of new and exotic styles. The orthodox handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes praises it. I thought he would come to see the bad old man. 】

system:……

But the king did not reveal the slightest emotion on the surface. He just looked at his holy son and said, "Break their swords, shatter their staffs, and expel the Holy See forever."

"The northern border only needs glory, not the guidance of God."

The Templars shouted in horror, but they couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the northerners. Although they were powerful, they couldn't defeat the northerners in a situation of few against many. If they insisted on resisting, they might not break their weapons It's that simple.

The Holy Son watched this scene, his heart fluctuated violently. He finally made up his mind, and before the knights around him could stop him, he put the sword around his waist on the ground, facing the newly crowned king, and said: "Scorn people, blaspheme God, your arrogance will definitely suffer retribution."

Wang didn't speak, just looked at him, cold and frivolous.

"……let's go."

"His Royal Highness?"

"God will pay him back."

Until the sun sets, the Templars, who have always been glorious and respected, but have lost their weapons at this moment, can only leave here in embarrassment. They carry the shame and anger of being expelled from the world by the earthly king in their hearts. Only the Holy Son sits on the white horse on, thoughtfully.

He suddenly realized something, and looked back at the castle located in the mountains and snowfields.Accompanied by the throes of snow blindness, he still saw clearly the figure watching him from the balcony of the white castle.

Seemingly realizing that he had noticed the gaze from this side, Wang raised his eyebrows, but did not look away until the horse team got farther and farther away from the castle, and the figure gradually became blurred. In the end, only the man in the snowstorm was left. Fuzzy red.

It was still hopelessly arrogant.

But for some reason, at that time, an incredible idea suddenly appeared in the mind of the Holy Son.

All the arrogance of this person is because he has foreseen his own death.

The king of the north waged eight wars in his lifetime.

For the revenge of the fathers, or for the children to get rid of the barren and snowy land, the paradise of eternal life——

All these reasons are meaningless.

All the land knew him only as a ruthless conqueror, whose armies never failed to carve out kingdoms that had grown weary from years of peace.

He said, I want to see the Meteorite Flower in the middle.

The brave man guarding the only precious flower in the world died by the sword.

He said, I want to see the singing and dancing in the west.

The army in the northern border was like lightning, conquering the entire western border.

He said, I want to be the king of the land.

His people are paving the way for his glory, and there are enemies and their own blood on the road.

People who have seen him say that he is extremely beautiful, like an elf hiding under the wings of the night, his breath is like the wind on the snow-capped mountains, Meteor Flower is ashamed of his beauty.

If it is for his beauty, even the wealth of the entire southern border can be offered——

For example, the king of the southern realm, after being conquered, still would rather die than submit, but he knelt down because of him the first time he saw him.

But his beauty is so magnificent, proud and deadly poisonous.

The women in the northern border sewed battle clothes for him, pausing pain and enduring the pain of bloody beans coming out of their fingertips. The men in the northern border put on the battle clothes for him, seeing death as home, and even the strongest city-states were destroyed one by one.

Some say he even found favor with the Dark Gods.

All poisons, murders, and sharp arrows cannot kill him. He has the protection of God. Even if he rides a horse on a battlefield full of arrows, no sharp blade can scratch his skin.

He almost became the king of the whole land.

But just like the red apples hanging high on the tree will rot and fall to the ground if they are not picked by tourists, no matter how powerful and beautiful they used to be, they will eventually become the whistling sound of time.

The greatest power in the entire world that operates for his will still belongs to mortals and cannot surpass gods.

The kings who retreated step by step in his conquest finally had to ask the Holy See for help. They prayed to the God of Light and even all other gods to protect their believers and expel this northern tyrant who was fighting for the land with iron cavalry.

Then all the gods granted their request.

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this world is not long