Pirate King Chaldea

The sickle in his hand shook slightly at midnight, and the king's body was thrown onto the cross, and then the sickle was quickly nailed to it.

With a bang.

The king's body was nailed to the cross.

"Need to burn him now?"

Chaldea stepped forward and asked, a raging flame was already burning in his hand.

"Wait, I'm going to wait for dawn to burn him to death in front of everyone."

The king at this time was afraid that he would die completely before dawn.

But Midnight doesn't care about this. He just wants everyone to know that he killed the king of the Carlos Kingdom, a member of the World government.

The breath from King Carlos's mouth has gradually disappeared, and although huge blood scabs have condensed on his decapitated arms, blood is still dripping down continuously.

The chaos in the palace in the distance was no longer the same as before.

There are sparse people around, but occasionally a few people are secretly observing the situation here.

But no one dared to take the lead.

"Don't plan to continue hiding your identity?"

Chaldeans looked at Midnight's handsome face and asked.

Midnight shook his head: "It's time to live a life under the sun."

"For these years I have been struggling between night and day, but I am actually tired of it."

Said slowly at midnight.

"So your priesthood is just a cover up. An evil spirit wandering in the dark night will never believe in the so-called righteous god."

Chaldea said with a smile.

"Yes, it's just a cover up."

"The so-called righteous god is nothing but a means specially developed by the Rainbow Church and the Kingdom of Carlos to rule Rainbow Island."

"Moreover, I don't believe that there is a god in this world."

Speaking of this, there was a slight pause at midnight, and then continued, "Even if there is a god, it is the god in charge of death."

"It depends on how you understand it."

Chaldea smiled, "Everyone is his own god, and his destiny is in his control."

Hearing this, Midnight looked at Chaldeans in shock, and then turned to look at King Carlos, who seemed to be dead.

He was silent for a while before continuing to speak: "If this matter is handled properly, I will go to sea with you."

"You are a talent, and you should have a broader sky."

"Go out and take a look, and you will find that the world will be more fun."

The two chatted while waiting for dawn.

Soon after, the sky completely lit up.

When the eastern sun shines, people on Rainbow Island are already waking up.

What happened last night has spread throughout the island, and a large number of civilians gathered towards the place where the two Chaldeans were.

Most people are familiar with their identities.

The name of Chaldea has been spread, and anyone who usually reads a newspaper will know his name.

As a priest of the Rainbow Church, Midnight itself has a huge reputation on Rainbow Island. Everyone knows the name of the priest Midnight.

But when the people who gathered saw King Carlos being nailed to the cross, they were shocked.

The sickle inserted into King Carlos's body reminded them of the connection between midnight and the evil sickle.

Midnight did not intend to hide it.

"His Majesty!"

At this time, a voice came from a distance.

He is the bishop of the church who was not killed at midnight last night.

"Your Majesty is dead."

Midnight said lightly.

The words shocked the bishop's body. He felt a strong danger from midnight, and then stared at midnight.

He turned his gaze, fell on the sickle inserted into the king's body, looked at midnight again, and his face became pale.

"Could it be...Could it be that you are the evil sickle..."

The bishop pointed at him incredulously.

Although the people around also have conjectures in this regard, there is no evidence to surface it.

Now hearing the words of the bishop of Rainbow Church, they couldn't help but associate midnight with the sickle.

Evil sickle ignored him, looked up at the sunlight in the sky, and then whispered:

"It's time."

"good."

Chaldea nodded, a flame appeared in his right hand, and with a flick of his index finger, a flame flew to King Carlos.

Puffed out.

The body of King Carlos suddenly burned. In the sun, the heat became stronger and stronger, and the people around did not dare to approach it.

"King Carlos was burned to death."

The surrounding crowd was panicked. They didn't expect that the king of the World government would be burned to death in broad daylight in front of nearly half of the people on the island.

"It seems that the answer is clear. The priest is sickle at midnight."

"It's hidden deep enough."

"No one can associate midnight, a devout believer, with the evil sickle."

"But if he killed King Carlos, he will definitely be wanted by the World government."

The voices of the surrounding crowd continued to rang.

"What a lunatic, he is an enemy of the World government."

"Now Rainbow Island will definitely not have a place for him."

Hearing the discussion coming from the surroundings, he smiled at midnight and walked towards the cross that was still burning.

He came to the flame cross, and in the depths he held the burning scythe with his right hand.

A chick sounded, and the intense heat touched midnight's palm and emitted a puff of white smoke, which was then offset by his rainbow energy.

The sickle was pulled out. Although the Bloodline on it had dried up, under the reflection of the sun, a palpable blood blade could still be seen.

"Bishop, give you a gift before leaving."

Turned to look at the bishop at midnight.

"What... Ceremony..." Before the bishop could react, the sickle turned into a cold light and struck him across his neck.

Suddenly, the bishop did not make any screams and was killed by midnight.

"This gift is for you to go to hell."

Midnight grinned and looked at the crowd gathered around.

After staring at midnight, the eyes of everyone around him were horrified, and the blood on the sickle in his hand was still dripping slowly.

An invisible murderous aura spread around.

After this, the surrounding crowd immediately scattered and fled.

"go to church."

Midnight whispered, and then walked towards the church with a sickle dripping blood.

After a while, he came to the church. At this time, the church was empty. A large number of priests were killed at midnight last night. After hearing the news, all the remaining priests ran away.

Standing at the door of the church at midnight, watching the church that had been in existence for ten years was silent.

"Everything should be over."

Thinking of this, midnight raised the sickle and waved it, a huge blade of light slashed across the center of the church, cutting the church in half.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!