"I'm done with that? I'll give you two options.

"Either you die here or you go down from here, and from now on, you are the new administrators. The

Gale King's expression finally turned cold.

As a top demon god, the king of the Tower City, he was abused by mortals and pointed at by the sword, he was not angry, he was already merciful.

"Go down, in the future, will there be a new aristocracy, will we repeat the tragedy that has already happened

?" Gunnhild laughed, "We have no intention of living when we come up here, otherwise, how can we be worthy of those who died in battle?"

"In that case... Then I'll send you down!" The

Gale King's patience finally came to an end, and he stretched out his hand slightly, and a gale blew towards Gunnhilde.

"Boom!" An

explosion occurred where Gunnhilde stood, but the Gale King, at this moment, showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

"The Power of Faith..."

In the eyes of the Gale Wind King, he saw countless powers of faith gathered here from the countless people of the Tower City.

After the dust cleared, I saw the wind elves, standing by the side of Gunnhilde, and the gathering place of the power of faith in the city was the wind elves!

The Gale King turned around and looked down, only to see countless people, kneeling on the ground and praying, hoping that the warriors who resisted could defeat the tyrant.

At this moment, the Gale King's expression was finally moved.

He seemed to see the countless people who worshipped him from the bottom of their hearts hundreds of years ago when he founded the Tower City.

At that time, countless forces of faith gathered around him.

Of course, with his supreme strength, these powers of faith did not have any effect on him.

At this moment, although the wind elf has a large amount of faith power in his body, it is not enough to pose a threat to him.

Just seeing the power of these beliefs reminded him of the past.

At the first pilgrimage, all the people knelt down to worship, as if it had become a dream, a distant dream.

Amos, who was on the side, took advantage of the king's stunned moment, suddenly raised the bow and arrow in his hand and shot an arrow that exuded the power of frost.

"So... You can get... His gaze, right?"

"Boom!"

The arrow was torn apart by the gale, and at the same time, a gale struck Amos.

This scene all happened in an instant, not to mention the Wind Elves and Gunnhilde, even the Gale Monarch was unexpected.

The gale that tore the arrows and the gale that struck were all his body's, and they defended automatically!

Seeing the gale smashing towards Amos, the Gale King suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and he wanted to make a move to block the gale down.

But the arrogance in his heart made his footsteps nail to the ground.

Looking at the gale, Amos put down his bow and arrow and chuckled.

"Goodbye, the king I once loved—"

"Don't!"

Gunnhilde and the Wind Elves both reached out to rescue Amos, but it was too late.

"Boom!"

the gale passed, and all life turned to dust, and there was no mortal who could hold back the gale of the supreme king.

Even if it was Amos, the oracle!

"Ding Dong..."

The dark blue bow and arrow fell to the ground with a crisp sound, as if crying, grieving for the departure of its master.

"No, how can it be like this, how can it be like this..."

At this moment, the Gale Wind King staggered back a few steps, and his heart was extremely painful.

"I dream of waves and sand, I dream of verdant forests and the earth.

"I dreamed of wild boars frolicking in berry bushes, and I dreamed of towering minarets.

Amos's gentle voice seemed to ring in his ears, just for this moment.

The power

of faith that he had always felt was completely broken after Amos's death!

That silly girl, even though she chose to rebel against him in the end, still believed in him in her heart...

Indeed, there is no more city of towers, faith in his people!

dreams are broken, hearts are dead.

The Gale King stared blankly at the bow and arrow, remembering the girl's voice in his mind.

Waves, sand, forests, earth, wild boars, berries... The

city of the Towers, he no longer believed in his people, and the meaning of his existence in the world was all gone.

His gaze was on this city, the city he was most satisfied with, and there was endless sorrow in his eyes.

Then, he looked out of the wind wall, and looked at his sworn enemy, the king wolf of the north wind, for a long time.

Finally, he looked at the wind elves who had gathered the power of thousands of beliefs and showed a final smile.

"You're right, I'm not a worthy king, and perhaps you, better suited than me, won't let the people of Mondstadt go my way..."

At this moment, it has not yet come back to its senses, and a powerful power has surged in its body.

At

the last moment, the Tower King bestowed all his power on it, hoping that it would give the people of Mondstadt a free future.

The king wolf of the north wind, in the last gale king and its eyes, did not know what to say, silently left, no longer competing for the position of the wind god.

The Gale King fell, the wolf retreated, and the God of the Wind, at this moment, was born!

Finally, under the gaze of the Wind Elves and Gunnhilde, a breeze on the shattered tower, carrying a blue bow and arrow, floated into the unknown distance.

PS: There's a material called the broken dream of the lonely king of the tower.,This is the plot of my imagination.,Inventory of combat power.,Written into a tragic inventory→_→

free gift - ̗̀(๑ᴖ⌔ᴖ๑)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like