Banner of the Evil God

Some time ago, inside the manor in Maple Leaf Village.

With a fake smile on his face, Crick pretended to be "forcing himself to be calm" as he dealt with the suitors.

The suitors were noisy, and most of them wanted Miss Anna to come out to meet them, and there was absolutely no politeness in their words. In their view, Crick Keane is already a dead tiger and has nothing to fear. Keenland has also become everyone's meal, and everyone seems to have a knife and fork in hand, just waiting for this gluttonous feast.

Creek tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, so that he would not sneer, and tried his best to do Tai Chi with them. Unable to deal with it, he coughed violently until blood came out.

Of course those people wouldn't be polite to him just because he coughed up blood, but he couldn't speak when he was coughing like this, and there was nothing anyone could do to him.

In the midst of this chaos, Connor, who had been watching with cold eyes, finally spoke.

"I know you are going to die, but before you die, you have to do the right thing first!"

With a casual push, he pushed several nearby suitors or their entourage aside. They stumbled and became unsteady. One of the thinner ones even fell directly out, knocking over a table next to him, and fell heavily to the ground. .

"ah?!"

"Jack! How are you, Jack?"

"Do you know how to read the road?"

"That's outrageous!"

"Keep your voice down! He's Connor the Beast!"

"Huh?! Is that the wolf?"

Everyone was in an uproar for a moment, but Connor didn't care and walked towards Creek swaggeringly.

If there were some upright and brave people present, they might stand up and speak out, but the people gathered here at the moment are all of poor character, and even if they are slightly better, they are not much better. Most of them recognized Connor's identity and were unwilling to conflict with this notorious villain. The few who did not recognize Connor's identity could also see the strength he showed and would never speak for the unfortunate guy.

In fact... many people are still secretly gloating at this moment.

Connor just walked in front of Crick. People along the way gave way and separated on the left and right. The scene was really majestic.

This tall man with werewolf blood looked down at Creek sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, and his body revealed a strong sense of coercion.

"Don't pretend to be dead! Call your sister out and give it to me, and then you can die however you want." He said coldly.

Creek didn't answer, didn't even look at him, and looked calmly at the people attending the reception.

In the eyes of these people, he could not see kindness and friendship, nor the care and concern for Anna, nor even a little bit of respect for the Keen family.

On the contrary, he saw greed, malice, contempt, impatience, and all kinds of ugly desires.

(Maybe there are people here who are not worthy of death, but at least to me, they...all deserve to be killed!)

He thought so and couldn't help but smile.

"Is this what you mean, or what everyone here means?" After laughing, he still didn't look at Connor, but asked everyone present.

Connor frowned, feeling that he was being underestimated by this sick man who was about to die. He couldn't help but grab Creek, trying to lift him out of the wheelchair and show him how powerful he was.

At this moment, Druk spoke.

"Connor Griffin, you think too highly of yourself!"

Connor immediately let go of his hand, turned around suddenly, and looked at Druk fiercely.

"Fat pig! Who allowed you to talk to me in such a tone!"

With a nonchalant smile on his face, Druk neither took Connor's anger seriously nor was he angry at the insulting name. He even still stood there, not even interested in taking a step forward.

His eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if the angry Connor Griffin at this moment was not a famous master, not a "gryphon beast", but just a little kid yelling at him on the roadside. Just a dog.

This contemptuous attitude made Connor particularly angry. He strode towards Druk, shouting angrily as he walked: "I'm going to twist your fat head off!"

Before he finished speaking, Druk raised his right hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

Several followers around him simultaneously took out heavy crossbows that were half a man's height. Each heavy crossbow was fully loaded with arrows, and the arrow tips were also tempered with poison used to hunt huge monsters such as earth dragons.

Without even the slightest hesitation, they fired the crossbow at Connor.

There was a rapid sound of wind, and before the sound of wind could be heard, the rapidly flying crossbow bolts had already crossed the not-so-distant distance between each other and shot in front of Connor.

Connor never expected that Duruk would take action directly, and the first move would be a killer move. Caught off guard, he had no time to dodge, so he could only try his best to raise his fighting spirit. While trying to block the crossbow arrow with his fighting spirit, he tried his best to jump into the air, trying to jump through the air, rush to Duruk's side, and launch the most violent counterattack. .

However, everything is in vain.

All of Druk's men were good at using heavy crossbows, and each of them had the ability to participate in shooting competitions and win awards. In such a sudden surprise attack at close range, Druk was not prepared in advance, so how could he miss? There was only a series of muffled sounds, and Connor had been hit by more than a dozen crossbow arrows. The poison penetrated into his internal organs in an instant. His body, which was originally roaring and jumping, lost its vitality in the air, and fell down in front of Druk.

It was not until then that Connor's men reacted, shouting in panic and rushing over in a hurry to protect their master.

But it was too late.

Druk's men succeeded in one strike, and immediately threw down the heavy crossbows, then drew their weapons and rushed towards Connor's men. Druk himself walked slowly to Connor, stepped on his head, who was already unable to resist, and pulled out a sharp dagger from his boots.

He didn't mean to waste any time at all. He just cut down with one knife. The magic short knife with high-level sharpness was so sharp that it easily cut half of Connor's neck. The black blood spurted out and splashed all over the ground.

At this moment, the people around had already fled, but they didn't get splashed with blood. Otherwise, they might be poisoned and die soon just by being splashed with poisonous blood.

After Druk's knife fell, he didn't stop. He followed with the second knife, the third knife... In just a moment, Connor's head was separated from his body, and he died.

This guy who had been cruel and violent for decades probably never dreamed that he would die like this, just like killing chickens and sheep, and having his head cut off so easily.

Connor's subordinates were terrified, but not even one of them dared to escape. Instead, they attacked more frantically, trying to break through the obstruction of Druk's men and kill Druk.

The Grand Duke of Griffin was very strict with his subordinates, almost entirely using military law. These people failed to protect Connor, causing him to die in front of them, and they had committed an irreparable capital crime. At this moment, unless they could kill Druk and avenge Connor, they would have to die here in battle to avoid implicate their families.

At this point, they had no choice.

For a while, the scene was extremely tragic, with swords and blood flying everywhere. The suitors and followers were horrified, but they dared not leave in fear. They could only try to hide in the corner of the hall, away from the battlefield, or retreat to the side of the gate, wanting to escape immediately when the situation was not right.

Druk showed a peaceful smile on his somewhat fat face. He did not take the killing of the Prince of the Griffin Principality to heart at all, and walked towards Creek with a smile.

"Hello, Lord Keane." He bowed slightly and greeted, "I'm sorry to let that uneducated bastard disturb you."

Creek smiled and nodded in return.

"No, I have to thank you." He said, "As you can see, I have completely lost my ability to fight. You were able to kill him for me, and I have to thank you for letting me off the hook."

Duluk narrowed his fat eyes, not expecting Creek to react like this, but he immediately continued to laugh and said, "So, Lord Creek, do you think I am suitable to be Miss Anna's husband?"

Crick did not answer, but looked at him with a smile.

"I admit that I am a little ugly, but it's just because I'm too fat." Druk said with a smile, "Our culture of the Dhaka Merchant Alliance is to be proud of being fat, which represents wealth. After all, only rich people can become fat. I have been living there for a long time, so I am so fat. But you can rest assured, as long as you give me a few months, with the power of magic, I can lose weight quickly. By then, I will be quite handsome."

Crick smiled and nodded: "I completely believe this."

"So you see, appearance is not a problem. As for my strength, you must have seen that others can't compare with me at all." Druk said confidently, "If I marry Miss Anna, let alone the nobles around, even the Thunder Duke will not be able to reach out to Keen!"

Crick smiled again and did not answer.

"As for feelings, I admit that Miss Anna and I really don't have any feelings. But for people of our level, are feelings important? Marriage is for the benefit of both parties. You are not the kind of naive boy who believes in feelings, right?"

Crick nodded again and said, "What you said makes sense, but we can't completely exclude others because of this. How about this, I call Anna out and everyone meets first?"

Druk certainly wouldn't object, so Crick asked his wife to leave and took the servants to help Anna, who was waiting in the back room, change her clothes, and then dress up, and then meet the guests.

However, Emily, who always obeyed him, disobeyed his order this time. She waved her hand and asked the servants to do the work. She still held the wheelchair and had no intention of leaving.

Crick frowned and looked up at her.

She smiled gently, just like when Crick just woke up and was sick in bed, she took care of him.

So he understood.

He sighed secretly in his heart, didn't say anything, patted her hand lightly, and smiled at her.

"I'm sorry, my wife is a little worried about me... I might have to trouble you all to wait a little longer. I rely on the servants to do the work. I'm afraid it will be a bit slow." He said with a wry smile.

At this moment, there is still a fierce fight in the hall. How can the suitors have time to care about this! Although a few people were a little worried when they saw the servants leaving one after another, they put aside their worries when they saw that the Creeks stayed here.

Then, after a while, not only Miss Anna did not appear, but the servants did not come back either.

"What's going on?" Creek frowned, took out a pocket watch with some difficulty, and looked at the time, "Why did it take so long?"

"It always takes time for women to put on makeup." Du Lu Ke said with a smile. He was in a good mood now because he felt that he had a chance to win.

"It shouldn't take so long! Is she being petty?" Creek shook his head and looked at his pocket watch, looking very dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, let's continue drinking." Druk smiled and walked to the table with wine and food, poured two glasses of wine, one in each hand, returned to Creek, and handed one of the glasses to him, "Although this is a bit It hurts my feelings, but I think you don’t mind drinking now, right?”

Creek smiled bitterly and motioned for his wife to take the glass of wine. He coughed violently and looked down at his pocket watch again.

"Why is it so slow!" He muttered dissatisfiedly, "Did something happen to it?"

"Do you need me to send a few people to take a look?" Druk asked, "I should be able to spare two or three more people here."

Creek shook his head: "Just wait a little longer. Anyway... I'm just waiting for this last time..."

Hearing this, Du Lu Ke thought that he had completely surrendered and admitted defeat, and couldn't help but smile even more.

At this moment, the ground beneath their feet suddenly exploded, and an unimaginably violent explosion instantly engulfed the entire hall.

Whether it was Creek and Amway who were well prepared, or Druk, who was completely unprepared, and the other suitors and entourage, no one had time to react in this violent explosion.

The next moment, a loud noise shook the world, and a violent explosion accompanied by a shock wave destroyed the entire manor. The aftermath continued, turning most of Maple Leaf Village into ruins.

The ground shook violently, like an earthquake. The vibrations spread in all directions and could be clearly felt even hundreds of miles away.

At this time, the servants in the manor and the villagers of Maple Leaf Village had all left the village and hid behind a forest under the leadership of Knight Charles and the soldiers.

Many of them were knocked to the ground, while many more were speechless as they stared at the huge flames rising from the manor.

Ciel stared at the flames quietly, tears streaming down his face.

Among all the people present, he was the only one who knew what exactly happened there.

"If we can be stronger... Your Excellency, he will not have to do this..."

When he heard the explosion and felt the vibration, Luo Meng, who was originally smiling, also stopped smiling and sighed deeply.

"What happened?" people attending the party asked in panic.

"It's nothing." Luo Meng waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down. "You can tell by the sound that they are still far away from us. No matter what happens, it won't have much impact on us. Don't worry, everyone."

In order to prevent Anna from concealing her nervousness and worry, Creek did not tell her his plan, not even Reina who was going to accompany her to participate in the recovery.

So in the party venue, only Luo Meng truly understood the meaning of the explosion.

At this time, next to the small portal of Mask of the Void Temple, Master Damweed looked back for the last time at the direction of the explosion, sighed deeply, and then walked into the portal without looking back. , go to Mask of the Void Playground.

If nothing else happens, he will spend the rest of his life there.

Priest Milomon was a little shocked. Although he knew something about Creek's plan, he never expected that Creek's methods would be so strong and fierce. It was simply shocking!

"Even if it's a life-and-death duel between two legendary strong men, it's nothing more than this..." He couldn't help but murmur to himself, "The power of Mr. Creek's last move is really beyond imagination!"

In the study room of the Baron's mansion, Butler Leighton sat in a dark corner and cried loudly, his gray beard wet with tears, but this old man who always paid attention to his appearance didn't care at all and cried regardless.

"Master! Master Creek! Why did you go too! Master! You asked me to take care of the young masters back then, but it turned out that I was useless. I couldn't take care of any of the three young masters!"

Knight Howard James, who was taking his two sons and all the cavalry in the territory to guard Keen City's main road to the outside world, suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the fire and loud noise. His usually strong body trembled. Gradually, his hands could no longer even hold the reins.

"Why...it wasn't me, a useless old thing, who died..."

Red, who was patrolling the city with his soldiers, suddenly stopped and turned to look in the direction of the explosion.

His old friend, Pastor "Fire Hammer" Morton, was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "What's going on over there?"

Rhett was silent for a moment and sighed deeply: "A great person has passed away."

Morton frowned, and then understood what he meant. He looked a little surprised, but didn't say anything, and just sighed.

Intelligence officer Raphael, who was standing on the observation deck at the top of the castle, was also looking at the direction of the explosion. As a teetotaler, he poured himself a rare glass of wine today and was chatting with Warden Scheider, who also rarely left the prison. To drink.

"What's going on over there?" Scheider asked.

Raphael sighed and whispered something to him.

Xue Del suddenly stood up with a look of horror on his face, but was stunned for a moment, then sat down again.

"That guy Faith doesn't know, does he?" he asked.

"Well, there shouldn't be more than ten people in the entire territory who know about this." Raphael said in a low voice.

"What will happen to the territory if the master is gone?" Xue Del asked worriedly.

"...There will always be a way!" Raphael said seriously, "There will always be a way!"

He looked at the old warden, who was over fifty years old, and his eyes were brighter than ever in his life.

Inside the "sanctuary" of the Kingdom of God, shrouded in soft white light, Creek and Sui Xiong met.

Of course, what he saw was Sui Xiong in human form, exactly like him on Earth.

Without words, the communication of souls instantly makes each other understand what is in their hearts. Souls that are originally one body convey true emotions and thoughts in a way that no one can understand.

"Is my life meaningful?" Crick asked.

"Your life is equivalent to mine." Sui Xiong replied, "You are neither a puppet nor an experiment, but another path of 'Sui Xiong' on a different life trajectory."

"I feel like I wasn't good enough and I should have been able to do better," Creek said.

"No, you have done a good job, even better than me." Sui Xiong replied, "Your short life has given you immense enthusiasm, and the light you shine makes me, a god, feel ashamed. "

"How is Amywee...?" Creek asked.

"If you wish, I can resurrect her. But I think she might not like the result." Sui Xiong said.

"...You are right, that would be too cruel for her!" Creek sighed deeply, "You can help me erase her memory, change her appearance, and let her live happily and peacefully from now on. Will you continue to live?”

"Does this make sense?" Sui Xiong asked.

"It may not mean anything to her, but it means a lot to me." Creek smiled bitterly, "That's all I can do for her."

"If you are willing, I can actually let you live together in my kingdom of God, and no one will know your identity." Sui Xiong suggested.

"No, that is not the ending that suits me." Creek shook his head with a smile, "You are taking the path of gods, and I am taking the path of mortals. Let me take this path to the end and leave you with a complete information."

"I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, even if you can only open up a small path for the world to move in the right direction, then everything is worth it! If it were you, wouldn't it be the same?"

"...I think I'm probably not as noble as you." Sui Xiong was a little shy.

"Haha, you are me. The choices I make are the same ones you would make under similar circumstances." Creek smiled, "I don't have much time. In short, I leave everything to you. "

"Your wish is my wish." Sui Xiong replied, "Don't worry, whether it's Amy Wei, Anna, Keen, or your friends, I will take care of them - or in other words, I will still take care of them. It’s you, you just changed your appearance.”

Creek smiled, and his soul gradually dissipated and turned into countless light spots. One of the largest light spots did not dissipate. It was not until Sui Xiong showed his true body that it fell on the forehead of the huge jellyfish and turned into countless messages.

At the end of these messages, there was an easy chuckle.

"I have no regrets in my life!"

I always feel that if this plot is separated, it will be very, very, very uncomfortable! You still have to write it out in one breath and send it out completely in one breath to be considered complete. Crick's life has come to an end. Are you satisfied with his ending?