The indescribable cold sensation ran from head to toe, as if someone had poured a large basin of ice water over his head.

He had measured the professional level of the people here, and he had also knocked on the gods believed here, but he didn't expect that there was a special mechanical rule in this place.

Both: Everyone needs to complete a corresponding task in order to survive in this world.

This rule only applies to the Aborigines, but when the Aborigines are killed by outsiders, the outsiders are forced to replace the Aborigines, subject to this special rule.

And he, Franco IV, is now a victim of this rule.

"Your Majesty, is something wrong?" asked one of the guards, seeing Franco IV's face suddenly pale.

Looking at his guards, Franco IV did not say anything about it, he forced himself to calm down, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the guest room in thought.

After about ten minutes, he calmly commanded,

"Go and control the guards in the castle first, tell me that I am going to be the king here, ask who is for and who is against, and kill those who are against it. ”

"Also, bring the queen over and ask her if she has any ideas for a different husband, and if so, how I am." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. The guards obeyed in unison and left the room.

After a while, the beautiful queen was invited.

If it was before, to be precise, before taking the role of king, he still had some unspeakable longing for the queen, after all, she was so beautiful, but now he didn't have that kind of fragrant idea.

He looked at the queen, who had just lost her husband, with a blank expression, "My guards should tell you what happened." ”

"That's it. ”

The queen was equally expressionless.

"What do you think?"

"Help me kill the princess, and I'll be your queen. ”

"Good. ”

Franco IV didn't care if there was any conflict between the queen and the princess, why he wanted to kill the princess, he just wanted to cut through the mess quickly, control the castle as soon as possible, and then hold a grand prayer to see if he could attract the attention of any god to ask him to help solve his problems.

I don't know if the mechanic of 'he killed the king, so he's the new king' worked, or if the people who had lived in this corner of the country for a long time had little loyalty to the king, and the castle guards accepted the change of king very calmly.

This abnormal feeling gave him the feeling that he had fallen into a spider's web, and an invisible spider was peeking at him in the dark, looking for an opportunity to eat himself whole.

So after he became king, he did not hold any coronation ceremony, but immediately organized people and began to pray to the tyrant.

The tyrant Bane is the king, the protector of all kings, and his pleas for help should be answered...... Actually, I can also ask for help from the noble goddess, this goddess is more active than the tyrant, and also attaches more importance to the king of a small country like us, the only problem is that the noble goddess is far less powerful than the tyrant, but the noble goddess can be used as an alternative...... Franco IV turned his mind to the farmers who had put down their hoes in front of him, and smiled,

"The God of Creation created our world, and the tyrant led us to conquer nature, and each of us should pray to the tyrant, praise His attack, and pray for His protection. ”

Pray to the tyrant?Who is the tyrant?Why should we pray to Him?Nature is there, when has it been conquered?

The peasants who had been summoned did not understand what the king had to say, but their natural reverence for the king made them afraid to refute it.

Silence appeared in front of the castle.

Franco IV frowned, looked at the silent peasants, and said:

"If you pray to the tyrant, then I will exempt you from taxes for this year. ”

Hearing this, the dead silence was immediately broken.

The farmers raised their hands and feet to praise such a good thing as tax exemption,

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Franco IV, you tell us how to pray to that tyrant, and we will do it at once. ”

Can these believers, who have fled to believe in tyrants because of tax exemption, really attract the tyrant's attention? Franco IV was suspicious.

He looked at the farmers, and his face gradually began to pray,

"Praise be to you, patron of tyrannical kings, rulers of disorderly worlds, propagandists of all tyranny and strife, I dedicate my faith to you here, and ask for your attention, for your attention......"

When Franco IV had finished the prayer, the peasants followed.

Whispered prayers overlapped in layers to form sacred hymns to God, invisible threads of faith formed out of thin air, connecting the praying farmers at one end and into the void at the other, connecting to an unknown being.

Will the tyrant answer this prayer? Will he answer the rules of the mechanics that exist in this world for me?

Franco IV's thoughts were full of thoughts, and his eyes were fixed on the peasants in front of him.

With the power of the tyrant, solving his own trouble this time is his only hope, if the tyrant does not respond, he can only try to pray to the noble goddess, and if the noble goddess does not respond, then he has no way at all.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a 'huh' voice came from the void that was not known how far away.

Immediately after, everyone felt a gaze that crossed the boundary of the void and fell on them.

None of these believers seem to be real...... Their belief is mixed with divinity, is it a special creature that grows from the body of some fallen god, and that's why they inherit his divinity?"

It's the tyrant, and the tyrant has set his sights on it...... Franco IV's tears of excitement were about to flow out, and he hurriedly prayed, "Great tyrant Bane, your most faithful believers ask you to help me lift the special restrictions of this world, let me leave this world, and return to the main plane, I will definitely bring your faith to everyone, I swear!"

"For the sake of the interesting world you have brought to me, remember your vows. ”

Space, torn apart.

On the back of the black void, a black-haired man with a handsome appearance and a seemingly modest bearing walked out of it.

As if sensing the intruder, the sky of this world suddenly surged.

At the same time, a huge slap loomed into the face, slapping the tyrant Bane back from this world.

Near the castle, a voice was heard,

"Roll !!"