The gods that belong only to the king (11)

Countless arrows and staffs were aimed at them, and the long-haired, pointy-eared elves' faces were undisguised with repulsion, disgust, and anger.

Fisillis pursed his lips, hiding the cold aura around him. Anse El glanced at Fisilis, who was trying to release his kindness, and thought flashed in his pupils.

Almost obediently, the elves grabbed him, the flexible vines restraining his body, and the silver-haired man sideways avoided the sharp long sword and walked forward in silence.

Unlike Fisilis, Anse El directly identified himself, and then after being confirmed, the wary and unwilling elves welcomed him into the elven realm.

"This is my companion." Grabbing the man who was about to be taken away with one hand, the blonde king said in the face of the indifferent gaze of all the elves.

Fisillis pulled his hand harder, but did not pull it out, but was held tighter.

Forcibly imprisoned by Ansel, the churning divine power in his body overflowed almost manically, wrapping around his wrist along the place of contact.

Ansel kept walking, as if he didn't feel the devastating divine power wreaking havoc in his veins, almost allowing the other party's blood to snake all the way up his upper body along the wrist.

Two people of unknown origin were brought to the front of the Elven Emperor by the elven guards, and before anyone could speak, the silver-haired man who was holding one hand coughed up a mouthful of blood violently, and half-knelt on the ground weakly. At the same time, the black-gray divine power that flowed into his heart was dispersed by the golden light.

"Fisilis!" Pulling the person into the crook of his arm, and not even caring about the reaction of the Elven Emperor at this time, Anse El reached out and wiped away the scarlet color that shimmered on the silver-haired man's lips, and a deep look of suppressed panic flashed in his eyes.

"My king......" The Elven Emperor raised his hand to stop the person beside him from opening, the elf's five senses have always been very keen, and he clearly heard the name of the silver-haired man called by the Emperor of the Heavenly Clan.

- Fisilis.

Others may not understand the meaning of this name, but as every Elven Emperor, they will be informed of the existence of this name. …… The only surviving god.

"Come, go and ask the priest." The Elven Emperor said.

"Yes, my king."

For a moment, Fisilis really wanted to kill Ansel, the child of destiny, but as if it was a warning, his divine power was eaten up by the golden light of Qi in Ansel's body, directly injuring the origin, and he almost couldn't even maintain his body.

In addition to the world consciousness, even Anse Air couldn't see what the cause was, and only vaguely knew that it was related to himself. He indulged Fisillis's divine powers, and that was because he subconsciously knew that Fisillis could not hurt himself, but he never thought that he would cause harm to Fisillis.

Seeing Fisilis's expression of increasing resistance to condensation, Ansel's face remained unchanged, his pupils shrank, and he still hugged the person in his arms. Even if it's a god, what about it?

Since you provoked him, it is impossible to run away!

The High Priest, who had used his magic to probe the situation of Fisilis, shook his head at the Elven Emperor, meaning that he couldn't see why this man was coughing up blood. Because of Fisilis's refusal and Ansel's obvious fear, the high priest of the elven clan could not touch Fisilis's body, and could only secretly explore with magic power from a long distance, but still found nothing.

The Elven Emperor was not surprised, the body structure of the gods may be different from those of other races, and the way magic works will naturally not be the same.

After calming the restless elves, the Elven Emperor accepted the two as guests, and kept them behind on the grounds that Fisilis was injured.

"My king, are you sure?" The appearance of the high priest of the elven clan was not as handsome and young as the high priest of the heavenly clan, and his wise and far-reaching gaze penetrated the old man's skin and looked at the elven emperor calmly.

"Yes." The name of God can only be used by God.

The Elven Emperor looked at the residence where the silver-haired gods were housed and sighed in a low voice.

"It's time to pay off the debt, and it's ......"

Ansel's dwelling was next door to Fisilis, and he seemed to have forgotten his room and stayed in Fisilis's room again and again. Phisilis could not take him,

I wanted to resist, but I remembered that I couldn't end up resisting every time, so I had to ignore this person who didn't look like an emperor at all.

"His Highness Ansel! cough ......" Fisillis half leaned back on the mattress, and before he could finish speaking, he coughed.

"I'm here." Ansel held a glass of water, gently patted Fisilis's back with one hand, and his tone was gentle, not at all cold, "Don't worry, drink some water and speak slowly." ”

Fisillis didn't think that the damage of the origin would be reflected on the soul, so he took a sip of water from the man's hand, and a trace of complexity crossed his eyes: "You, why are you so attentive to me?" ”

"Want to know?" The corners of his lips were hooked, and Ansel leaned closer to Fisilis, and saw the reflection of his blonde hair clearly reflected in the clean blood-red glass, and his mood suddenly rose a few hundred points. The closer he got, the more pleasant he became, and the warm breath in his mouth slowly exhaled, "Then tell me first, why are you ...... to the elves?" So accommodating? At this point, a trace of gloom and invisible jealousy flashed across Ansel's eyes, and the young man did not see it.

Why is he so repulsive to the Celestial Clan, and he is also cold to the Demon Clan, but he has almost restrained tolerance towards the Elves?

Is it because the Celestials are too arrogant? No, no, speaking of arrogance, the arrogance of the elves is also widely known.

So, why...... Why?

Fisilis didn't think that Ansel would ask this question, and after being stunned, he didn't feel that there was anything he couldn't say, he looked at the paranoia in Ansel's eyes, and wanted to get rid of this kind of uncomfortable day as soon as possible, so he spoke: "Probably because of ...... Dino. ”

Dino?

Wait a minute...... Dinotis! The god of elves?!

The distant past seemed to be turned over by the name blurted out, and Fisilis, who was immersed in memory, did not notice the change in Ansel's mood, and carefully recalled the past that existed before the long time of emptiness.

Dinodis, I'm afraid, is one of the few gods who has shown kindness to Fisilis. He was also one of the few friends of Fisillis who used to be.

Yes, ever, before that day......

"Fixi," the elven god clutched his injured left shoulder and looked sadly at the silver-haired, red-eyed and black-armored god, "does this really mean this?" "Really, are you going to shoot at me......

The silver-haired god clenched the long sword in his hand, closed his red pupils, and when he opened it again, there was no trace of emotion in it, and it was as cold and ruthless as the words he spoke: "This is my god's command." ”

The last glimmer of hope was shattered, and the elven god closed his eyes in despair: "Fixi, I thought we were friends. ”

The silver-haired god seemed unmoved, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword did not tremble in the slightest, and stabbed straight into the elven god's chest with monstrous divine power.

The elven god did not struggle, for he knew that the struggle was futile, and that no one, even any god, could escape the interception of Phisilis.

Instead of bothering with the sword that had pierced his chest, the elven god stepped forward, making it pierce deeper so that he could grasp Fisilis' hand gripping the hilt of the sword.

He looked up at the unmoved god and smiled, but it was full of bitterness: "Fixi, after I dissipate, can you ...... Spare my believers, for ......'s sake"

“…… Our relationship was ......."

His hand hung weakly, and he drew his long sword, and the silver-haired god silently stepped forward to catch the unconscious elven god.

“…… Good. ”

- Fissi, I thought we were friends.

- Needless to say, I have never denied this.

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The Elven Emperor closed the forbidden book in his hand that could be regarded as a great rebellion and sighed.

My God, why do you value the God of Destruction so much......

What about deceiving him?

Even, this deception has survived to this day.

obviously regretted it, obviously guilty enough to want to atone for his sins, so why did he do it in the first place?

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[Probably because, I am unwilling, in his eyes, I am just a "friend". 166 Reading Network