"Your Majesty, what exactly do you want to do..."
The scenes change.
Amid the wreckage of the Golden Law Guards and the Gallic Guards, the lich coughed up blood and looked at his king with difficulty.
"I want this world to be free of conflict, or to make the conflict less serious."
The king smiled, and his eyes seemed to brighten.
Longing for peace?
So a massacre is going to take place?
"Why?!!!"
"In addition to having similar intelligence levels, the bloodlines of the Terran tribes are far more diverse than one might imagine."
"Because of the inherent differences, there are almost no laws in this world that are applicable to all ethnic groups."
"In such a world, it is impossible to establish a broad community of shared future."
"If we want Terra to be stable, we must put everyone on the same starting line."
His voice is so sincere, just like a baby's.
But the meaning of those words is indeed chilling.
Just so that there may be a fairly good national foundation in the future.
Therefore, genocide must be carried out against all ethnic groups, even their own compatriots.
This is the Demon King.
Why would such a terrible tyrant be born on this land?
The chalk shuddered.
But in this land, are tyrants the only disasters?
The venue on the screen turned into the north.
On the land covered with pitch-black snow.
The Wendigos, wearing heavy armor and holding halberds, marched non-stop and fought against the twisted aliens. When their comrades died, they gnawed on their corpses and continued to fight with their will and strength.
War sorcerers in robes constantly bombarded everything they saw, and when their bodies were stained with black, they destroyed themselves as well.
The one-eyed giant sang with the Sami priests, bestowed blessings on the warriors, delivered prophecies, and at the last moment, silently executed his old friends.
Bai Ke's mind was taken away in an instant.
The scene was so tragic that every time a soldier waved his hand, a mountain collapsed. In their fight, the terrain was constantly distorted and transformed into new shapes.
But is the waiting of countless brave men useful?
In the fear of countless Leitanians, Wendigos fell one by one, war sorcerers were transformed into slaves of evil demons in the pollution, snow priests and cyclopses called on Sami's will and fought desperately, but were annihilated in the distortion...
Chalk watched Terra's end almost paralyzed.
"This is the end of my speech."
The Lupo man was on the stage, bowing slightly, and Chalk wanted to rush forward to ask something.
But as soon as I took the first step, everything in my sight was shattered.
The memory of the North is gradually becoming blurred. I vaguely remember that there seems to be an evil demon king there. When he raises his army, the world will be turned upside down.
The Queen's instructions and the speech at the tavern have all come back to my mind.
as if.
I just experienced a dream.
but--
He looked to his side and saw an empty table.
There was no trace of the Rupert man and his female companion.
So, how effective was the speech?
He looked at the diners around him, they were all horrified and whispering.
...
...
...
"Can the Witch King save us?"
"It seems... impossible."
"But without the Witch King, we will surely perish."
"Even with the Witch King, we will still die. We will be tortured to death by the Witch King!!!"
"But at least some people can survive!!"
"Even if the price is that everyone in Leitania will return to that dark age?!!"
"Is our current era really that good?!"
"The Queen is useless. Without the protection of the Witch King, we will become the livestock of the real dragon! The price the Demon King has to pay for building a new world!!"
"We must welcome back our king."
Disputes echoed in the city.
They argued endlessly over the Witch King, a dead man who had long been identified as the source of disaster.
True dragon, demon king, lord of evil.
Everything makes it hard to breathe.
They were forced to discuss meaningless topics.
——The Witch King is dead.
The man who had inflicted disasters on the Electors, nobles, common people, and the infected equally, making people afraid to look up, but who had supported Leitania like a mountain, was dead.
All arguments are meaningless.
The ending that contrasts with Leitania is being slaughtered by the Demon King from Kazdel, or being trampled by the True Dragon of Great Flame.
In the end, they could only make unwilling sounds.
"Is there no second Witch King in Leithania?"
"Where is our king?!"
"..."
The unlucky guy Black Key was also standing on the street, looking at the dice in his hand, unable to speak for a long time.
He was different from the noisy, bustling people on the streets.
——He is the direct descendant of the Witch King, and some of the Witch King’s research is still in his mind.
Old man, are you such a scary person?
Only then did he realize that the man he hated was only using the most cruel means to protect the country.
"You will be crowned king."
Such a voice emerged in my mind.
That is the will of the Witch King.
Although it is just the melody that the Witch King removed from his body, to ordinary people, there is not much difference between it and the Witch King.
"I'm not you."
Black Key whispered.
"They need a Witch King. It doesn't matter who the Witch King is. Only by placing all their hopes on the King can they feel at ease."
The French people did not know Napoleon's nephew Charles, but they still supported him as the president of the Second Republic and remained obedient after he became emperor.
France needs Napoleon.
Only under Napoleon's banner could they feel at ease.
His own people would call upon Count Ultear, asking him to transform into the second "Herhunzoron".
The Witch King Murmur was so certain.
Black Key: "..."
He felt mixed emotions.
His parents were executed by angry mobs because of their surname Uthir.
Because of this bloodline, he was captured by the remnants of the Witch King and implanted with a melody that caused him headaches day and night.
Wherever he went, almost everyone looked at him with hatred.
But...
He still grew up in this country.
He grew little by little by sucking taxes from the people of the territory, and lived an extravagant life amid the hatred of countless people.
The loved ones whose faces I can no longer remember, cruel experiments, the hatred of the people around me, the higher education that ordinary people can never get, the wealth that never requires thinking about poverty, the status that requires people to pay respect even if they hate me...
Everything was spinning in Hei Jian's brain like a kaleidoscope, making his head ache as if his brain was being stirred by a needle, and his thoughts were tinged with psychedelic colors.
If this country needs me to become king in order to survive, then what choice should I make?
"Little Earl, you can't be the king they expect you to be."
At the moment when he was extremely conflicted.
The voice of the Witch King sounded again in his mind.
"As a king, you can be cruel, cunning, and unkind, but you must not disappoint the expectations they place on you."
“They want to survive.”
"In a world where the devil and the real dragon are on the rise, the evil demons may reappear on earth at any time. Stay alive."
Black Key: "..."
"so--"
"Everyone's expectation for me is for me to lead Leitania to kill the Demon King, repel the True Dragon, and even break through the Warp?"
He asked tentatively.
"Is such that."
Kill the real dragon, the demon king, and the evil demons in another dimension?
I?!!
Black Key stood there blankly.
Even though he had received an aristocratic education, he was almost overwhelmed by being asked to be polite in everything he did.
Is this human language?
If I had that ability, would I be tortured by a [Voice of the World] and suffer from insomnia all night?
"Abstain?"
"It is equally meaningless. When conflict ignites, there will naturally be countless people willing to serve you and die for you, just hoping that you can bring hope."
The echo of the Witch King gave rise to a new voice.
This doesn’t work, and that doesn’t work either?
Could it be that life means that you have to choose between eating horse manure and horse urine, and then be told that if you buy one and get one free today, you have to eat the second one as well?
He was almost going crazy.
“No, you don’t have to choose between horse manure and horse urine.”
Just when Hei Jian could hardly breathe, a low voice suddenly came from behind him.
