Chapter 196 Come, God of Corruption! Deya's 'Death'!
The magical protection that had enveloped Abrana gradually dissipated.

Without the obstruction of magic, the army sent by the parliament entered the city arrogantly and began to confiscate the weapons of the troops in the city.

The soldiers guarding Abrana also obediently raised their hands in surrender, took off their armor, put down their swords and alchemical guns, and allowed the soldiers sent by the parliament to take their weapons away.

Even the soldiers guarding the city felt relieved that they didn't have to fight a war that would surely end in death.

At this moment, the soldiers in the city were grateful to His Majesty the King for choosing to surrender instead of risking their lives to fight with the parliamentary nobles.

The streets of Abrana were quickly occupied by the parliamentary troops. After all, this was the capital of Susaitani. At this time, the entire Susaitani had fallen, and the parliamentary soldiers could not carry out any burning, killing, and looting.

The entire city changed hands quietly and naturally.

The residents in the city were hiding in their homes, looking out of their windows, or climbing onto the roofs, curiously watching the army sent by the parliament begin to manage order in the city.

For the residents in the city, they were also glad that the war was over.

As ordinary people, no one likes war. In this era when the means of production are already scarce, war will only bring greater suffering to the people at the bottom.

Now that the war is about to end, it is a blessing in disguise that the residents of the capital have not even been involved in this war.

When the parliamentary army completely took control of the city and maintained order, Deya, the de facto leader of the parliamentary army, finally entered the city in a carriage.

The Parliamentary Party was originally composed of a group of small and medium-sized nobles, who initially followed the three earls in their rebellion against the king.

This faction is essentially a loose alliance. Even the Cavendish family is only a leader and does not have the absolute right to order other nobles to obey orders.

But since Deya came out of nowhere and became the son of God of England, and after the two grand dukes, Campbell and Hudson, swore allegiance at the same time, this faction has truly found a backbone and an absolutely unified command.

More than a year ago, after rescuing his father, Deya left the city and never returned.

Now, more than a year later, the entire continent is under his control. Deya feels sad at how fast the world is changing.

Sitting in a carriage and walking into this familiar city, more than a year would not bring about much change in this city with a history of 400 years.

When passing by a ruined street corner, Deya took a few more glances.

It was once the site of Abrana's most famous bar.

Because he was assassinated by the British, he used the eight-ring spell to burn the entire block into ruins.

The bar was originally owned by the Campbell family, and they had planned to rebuild it, but who could have imagined that war would come and the Campbell family would retreat to their own territory.

The reconstruction of the bar has been put on hold and it remains in ruins to this day.

But I think in a year or so, another bar will take this place and become the most popular place for young people in Abrana.

Deya retracted his gaze and looked at Patricia who was sitting in the air beside him. He asked in a deep voice: "Is there any limitation to this resurrection ability, or is there any limit to it?"

The puppet girl sitting leisurely in the air smiled teasingly and said, "Why, Deya, you are worried now?

If you are really worried, then don't enter the city or meet the king. Wouldn't it be better to let others find out what the king has up his sleeve?"

Deya shook his head and said, "The method you mentioned is indeed the best solution. My current behavior is not the right choice, but I do this for two reasons.

First, I had a hunch that the person or force helping the king behind the scenes was extremely dangerous. I even inexplicably felt that this would affect my future and the future of the world.

The second reason is what I said before, I want to help Sally and let her make the final decision."

As the incarnation of the God of Corruption, Sally's existence is actually very terrifying. This is even the final BOSS in Deya's version of the game before the time travel, and the only character who has broken through level 100.

Anyone would be unable to sleep or eat well if they cannot control such a powerful force in their own hands.

Patricia stopped smiling and asked solemnly, "Are you saying that you have a premonition that the mysterious force that helps the king may even endanger the safety of the world?"

Deya nodded slowly. This premonition came out of nowhere, and even he didn't know where it came from.

Patricia explained: "It is normal to have this kind of premonition, especially for mages of the prophecy school or pastors of the church of destiny, who have their own perception of prophecy and the future.

Deya, although you are not a wizard of the prophecy school, nor a priest of the Church of Destiny, you also understand your own uniqueness. This premonition is by no means aimless, so you must treat it with caution. "

If this were a world without supernatural powers, Deya's so-called premonition might still be groundless worry.

But in this world with extraordinary powers that can even change the past and predict the future, any prediction of the future may be true.

Patricia became serious and said, "Although my strength has not recovered, my essence and rank are still at the level of 'God'.

Unless God himself comes to kill you, you, who are connected to my soul, will never be completely gone because of one death.

But if it really is a god descending, the other party won't have to use such means, and you won't be able to escape, so you don't have to worry too much."

After a pause, Patricia continued, “…As your strength increases, my strength has also recovered, so I don’t need to stay by your side to use my resurrection ability.

I will hide at a farther distance, so that even if you are in danger, you will not be resurrected at the same place and get into trouble again.

Besides, Deya, your current strength is not weak. Even if the other party really has a trump card, it may not be able to kill you. It is also possible that the other party is just desperate and has no choice but to do so. "

Patricia's words completely put Deya at ease and gave him the absolute courage to face what might happen next.

"I have not been exposed in Abrana's safe house. Patricia, you just wait for me there. Let me see who is behind His Majesty the King and what that unknown force is going to do."

"it is good!"

……

The Abrana Palace is the only place in Abrana that is not controlled by the parliament.

The army sent by the parliament surrounded the place, and the royal guards guarding the palace confronted them nervously.

In the palace, one could faintly hear noisy quarrels and crying, which made the atmosphere even more solemn.

In the king's study, there was not even a minister here at this moment. Before His Majesty the King decided to surrender, he sent people to arrest all the ministers and locked them up in a room somewhere in the palace.

Those terrified cries came from the ministers' pleas for mercy, as if His Majesty the King knew that he was doomed to die and wanted to drag them to be buried with him.

In the study, all the servants were dismissed, and only the captain of the guards remained beside the king.

"Have those nobles' troops entered the city?"

The king's eyes were bloodshot and he looked tired. He did not sleep well last night.

"Your Majesty, the rebellious army has surrounded the palace and no one can get out."

"Where are Deya Cavendish and the leaders of the nobles?"

"Deya Cavendish has already entered the city. As for the rest of the Cavendish family, the Campbell family, and the leaders of the rebels, they did not enter the city. Instead, they are stationed in the military camp outside the city."

As the captain of the Royal Guard said this, he took out a map and drew a circle to tell the king where the rebels were.

"Okay, okay, okay, you did a good job."

His Majesty the King rarely smiled.

It doesn’t matter even if Deya doesn’t come to see him in person. What His Majesty the King really needs to know is where Deya is and where the leaders of the rebels are.

This is the king's real purpose.

According to the Church of All Beings, the scroll can only be used for one minute, and what the king fears most is that these people will hide.

As long as he knew their location and that they were not far from Abrana, that was enough. With the power of the Nine Rings, even if there was only one minute, it would be enough for him to do many things.

He knew that he had no hope, so he decided to go crazy one last time and die together with all his enemies!
At this moment, a voice came from outside, and the commander of the Royal Guard said, "It should be Deya Cavendish who has arrived."

His Majesty the King nodded slightly and sat here, waiting for Deya to arrive.

"Lord Deya!"

Outside the palace, Deya's carriage stopped, and the nearby soldiers and officers hurriedly saluted and greeted him.

Deya nodded slowly in return, he got off the carriage, wearing a purple and gold religious robe like the Pope, holding the goddess's scepter, and walked into the palace step by step.

When the guards guarding the palace saw him, they quickly made way, lowered their heads and remained silent, watching Deya step into the palace step by step, and every step fell on their hearts.

It was as if he was the master of this palace and was returning to his throne.

"Lord Deya!"

As soon as he entered the palace, Deya heard a shout of suppressed excitement and joy.

He looked sideways and saw Celeste standing in the palace at the main entrance of the palace with an excited look on her face.

After seeing Deya, Sally's voice trembled, and she took two quick steps to Deya's side.

She subconsciously wanted to grab Deya, but just as her fingers were about to touch Deya's clothes, she quickly pulled them back in panic, fearing that she would defile Lord Deya due to the curse.

Deya's expression softened, and he said softly, "Salister, your prosthesis is working very well."

Sally wore long-sleeved clothes and pants to hide the ugly marks of the curse on her skin.

From the palms and calves exposed through the cuffs and foot guards, it can be seen that she is wearing metal prosthetic limbs.

Sally's dry golden hair was spread out, trying her best to hide her one eye that was blinded by decay. Her only golden eye was filled with joy of meeting Deya again.

Sally found that she had a lot to say to Lord Deya, but at this moment, she couldn't say many words. She stammered:
"I, I have been working hard to practice using my prosthetic limbs. This is... this is a gift from Lord Deya. I have always cherished it and used it well. I don't want to disappoint Lord Deya."

Deya hummed, and said, "I heard that you have been locked up in the dungeon by the king. You have suffered a lot these days, and I have no way to save you." Sally shook her head quickly, "It doesn't matter. I'm used to this kind of life. My life in the past was no different from being locked up in a dungeon.

It is because of...it is because of meeting you, Lord Deya, that I understand the meaning of life."

She bit her lip and continued, “…and this is my fault, and has nothing to do with Lord Deya. Lord Deya once reminded me to reduce correspondence as much as possible.

But I always wanted to talk to you, Lord Deya, and that’s why I made a mistake and was caught by the king. Lord Deya, please don’t blame yourself, it’s all my own fault.”

As she said this, Sally lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, her heart pounding.

Will Lord Deya misunderstand what I said?

Even though I am so ugly, I am already satisfied to be able to stand beside Lord Deya. I must not have any other unnecessary thoughts.

Deya sighed softly: "Suffering is not worth singing about, and we should not get used to a miserable life. This is wrong, Sally.

Everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness. People should enjoy happiness in this world, not suffer. "

Sally whispered, "I don't understand these, but I can feel that you, Lord Deya, have lofty ideals."

"A lofty ideal?"

Deya laughed when he heard this: "...I don't have any lofty ideals. What I said was just whining, because I know very well that I don't have the ability to do this."

"But it is remarkable that you have such an idea, Lord Deya."

Sally said seriously.

Deya smiled. Celeste's filter for herself was really too strong. In Celeste's eyes, everything he did was right.

While chatting with Sally, Deya came to the king's study.

He walked straight in without knocking. Coming to see the king in person instead of asking the king to see him was already the last bit of face he could give to the king.

His Majesty the King was dressed in formal attire and was sitting behind a desk.

After seeing Deya, he slowly stood up, personally brought a chair and placed it for Deya to sit down.

The two of them sat opposite each other at a distance of one meter. Next to Deya stood Celiste, and next to the king stood his most loyal legion commander.

His Majesty the King looked at the young Deya in front of him, but he was in a very calm mood, without even much emotional ups and downs.

He was actually not familiar with Deya, and he had only met the young man once.

But who could have thought that this young man, whom he had not paid much attention to before, would destroy his country and everything he had with his own hands.

What really made the king angry was that this outstanding young man should have become his son-in-law, but because of the behavior of that idiot woman, the ending went in another direction.

His Majesty the King could not help but say, "Deya, your decision is wrong. I heard that those nobles are not going to kill me, but to put me under house arrest.

But you insisted on killing me despite everyone's opposition. This is irrational!"

The king still had hope. If he had a chance to survive, he didn't want to die!
Deya smiled faintly and said, “You are right, my decision is not the choice of a mature politician.

My correct decision should be to forgive you and your family and show my mercy, which will not only make you give up resistance, but also make those nobles feel more at ease. "

The king's face lit up with joy, and he quickly said, "Then you..."

Deya interrupted him and shook his head, "But why do people always have to make rational and correct decisions? Humans are emotional animals, and they always do some unreasonable and irrational things.

Just like the soldiers on the battlefield, when facing desperate situations, they know they are going to die but still refuse to surrender, and choose to sacrifice themselves to fight the enemy. Do you think their choice is rational?
If all choices in life are rational, then you are definitely not a person, but a golem created by a wizard."

Deya leaned forward and chuckled, "...Yes, I can make a rational choice. I can compromise with those nobles and let you go for the sake of the overall situation.

But, I just don't like you and I want to kill you. Why should I consider the overall situation? Why should I compromise? That is the choice of the weak!

Your Majesty, you see, in the end, it was the nobles who chose to compromise and consider the overall situation. They followed my temper, even though they knew my decision was wrong!"

Deya said calmly: "In this regard, Your Majesty, you and I are the same. We are both equally willful people.

If the loser of the war is our Cavendish family, I believe that with your character you will not compromise, nor will you make the choice of a qualified politician. You will also kill me against all odds. "

This world is just a huge makeshift team. Except for the first emperors who conquered the world on their own, don't think that those who are in power inherited from their ancestors and fathers are smart or rational.

If all those who hold high positions of power were capable, rational and strong, there wouldn't be so many changes of dynasties.

Just like the King in front of us, he made many wrong decisions, and these wrong decisions piled up together became the cause of his demise.

Of course, the main reason is that in this extraordinary world where one person can rival an entire country, all kinds of conspiracies and power struggles are just trivial matters and are putting the cart before the horse.

The best way is to make yourself stronger and then crush the opponent directly.

“Hahahaha, hahahahahaha!!”

The king suddenly laughed.

He said in a somewhat crazy tone: "Yes, Deya, you are right. If I win, I will definitely destroy the Cavendish family. I will never allow you rebels to live in this world!"

The king's eyes were suddenly filled with bloodshot.

At first, Deya didn't care, but when he looked at it carefully, he immediately became focused!
Because the bloodshot in the king's whites of the eyes were actually moving. They were not caused by congestion, but tiny twisting worms!

There were more and more of these bugs, twisting, crawling, and gnawing in the king's eyes, and scarlet, sticky blood was slowly flowing from the corners of the king's eyes.

Bug? What is this?
Deya's mind quickly searched for the knowledge he already knew, trying to find information related to these insects.

However, as a wizard, Deya did know some monsters and clusters that looked like insects, but they did not match the insects that the king saw!

Could it be that these strange insects are the king's reliance, and are the power given to him by the forces behind the scenes?

"Deya, I did nothing wrong!"

His Majesty the King stood up suddenly. All his muscles were trembling and his flesh and blood began to swell as if being inflated from within.

In the blink of an eye, the king in front of him turned into a giant who was three meters tall and his body was swollen like a tumor!

"Lord Deya!"

Sallyste noticed something was wrong and shouted anxiously.

The knowledge and perception from the God of Corruption told her that the king was becoming something extremely dangerous!

"Yes, you did the right thing, Your Majesty. There is nothing wrong with your desire to take back the power of the nobility and centralize power.

However, you may have great ambitions, but you are not well-educated and do not have the ability.

You are the king, and the Cavendish family is the lord and noble you want to eliminate. This is the conflict between us. It has nothing to do with right or wrong, but our respective interests are different."

Deya remained calm at this time.

The king's aura was indeed rising, even surpassing the seventh ring and reaching the same level of oppression as the archbishop of the Church of Silence that Deya had met before.

Even the king's momentum continued to rise, his power seemed to be expanding infinitely, covering the entire city in the blink of an eye.

And Deya in front of him felt an even stronger sense of oppression!

It's just that at this time, Deya already possessed the sixth ring of mythical power. With the blessing of the mythical power, he did not lose his mind because of fear when he saw the strong man with the eighth ring like he did before!
"Then go to hell, Deya Cavendish. You forced me to do this. If you didn't force me, I wouldn't have made this choice!

Ah, Mother of all living things, please grant me the power to exact revenge!"

"Pfft————"

Two big holes suddenly appeared on the back of His Majesty the King's body, which was like a little giant, and two huge arthropod legs stretched out!

At the same time, a large lump appeared on His Majesty the King's chest. Amid the spurting of blood, huge insect-like limbs like those of a cockroach grew out from his sternum!

In the blink of an eye, the king's flesh and blood collapsed, and his body turned into a horrible insect covered with barbs and bone armor.

Only his head still retained its human appearance, but tiny maggot-like insects were biting through the skin on his face and drilling holes back and forth on it!

The spiritual power that allowed all living beings to return to the Mother's arms began to spread rapidly, instantly covering the city of Abrana and even continuing to spread outside the city.

The heaviness that almost overwhelmed the heavens and the earth made Deya realize that the King in front of him actually possessed the power of the Nine Rings!

As a six-ring necromancer, he is simply powerless to resist the power of the ninth ring. Even though the king reached the ninth ring through some means and is very weak, he still possesses the true power of the ninth ring!
"First of all, die, Deya Cavendish!"

The king, whose life was in countdown, did not dare to delay any longer. One of his strong limbs stabbed out like lightning. Deya had no reaction at all. He looked in shock as the giant insect's limbs pierced his chest!

“Hahahahaha!! This is what happens if you insist on going against me. There are no winners in this war, only losers!!”

The bug with the king's head let out an ugly, piercing laugh.

Sally's pupils shrank.

She saw Deya's body torn into two, flesh and blood separated, only half of his body was left falling to the ground, and he had completely lost his life.

Sally felt as if a huge battering ram was hitting her mind, making her dizzy and her ears ringing. All the colors in front of her eyes disappeared, and all the images seemed to be torn into kaleidoscope-like mirrors.

"Deya...sir?"

Sally whispered blankly.

(End of this chapter)