I Became the King of Villains In the Game

"Your Majesty, I will definitely do my best to make this long dress for you..."

Archbishop Martin carefully held the emerald-like glass bead, lowered his head, and said respectfully.

Chen Lun thought for a while and reminded:

"If there is a dilemma in the production process, the power contained in the feather can be parted, but the style must be elegant and beautiful, and it is best suitable for attending important occasions."

"Important occasion?"

Martin stroked his bald head and chewed on the word.

It is an "important occasion" that King Cang crowns so much, and most of the dresses are given to Pope Floyd as a gift, so...

A sudden look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

Although he was very surprised in his heart, the sun demigod still believed his guess and said quickly:

"I understand what you mean, Your Majesty Cang."

"Um."

Seeing this, Chen Lun nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, he calmly scanned the items stored in the blood poem ring, but he picked and picked, and found that they were all supernatural materials accumulated in the past. They looked pretty good at the time, but at this stage, they are somewhat "bad." "Are.

So Chen Lun thought for a while, then turned his head:

"Ronan, as the "God of Fruits", I think you should have hidden a lot of interesting mythological materials?"

The hat boy standing on the left side of the throne heard King Cang calling his real name, and was covered by a large pointed hat with more than half of his body, and his two chicken-like calves exposed outside could not help but tremble.

"Your Majesty, it is true."

A trembling voice came from inside the large pointed hat.

The hat fell to the ground with a slap, and "grown" out from the ground at Chen Lun's feet in the next second. The hat boy stood up, propped up the big hat, the surface was agitated, and there was a rustling sound, as if he was tinkering inside What.

Soon, a pile of finely divided materials fell out from under the hat, raining down, making a crackling sound.

All kinds of mythological materials pile up more and more.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, they even piled up like a mountain, lifting the little hat boy to a height of several meters.

"Your Majesty Cang, these are my treasures from the past several epochs. There are a total of 1,489 mythological materials, of which 201 are demigod-level mythical creatures... Please choose whatever you want, hey, hey."

The hat boy spoke with a smile in his tone, but actually wanted to cry but had no tears.

He only felt that his heart was bleeding, his internal organs were cramping, and it was difficult to breathe.

The high-ranking members of the church could hear that the hat boy's tone was very careful, and there was even a hint of flattery mixed with humility.

"very good."

Chen Lun glanced at the hat boy and said with a faint smile.

Immediately, he turned his head to look at Archbishop Martin.

"Martin, you can choose these materials as you like."

Martin's expression was suddenly excited, and his eyes burst out with anticipation.

Even since the Fifth Era, He who is the most proficient at creation in the empire has never seen so many mythological materials... plus the feathers of the ancient god Emerald Bird, what kind of masterpiece can this produce?

He didn't know, but He was willing to accept the challenge.

"Thank you, King Cang."

Martin took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and immediately carefully selected before the pile of mythological materials with a serious face.

Everyone didn't speak, just watched quietly, with curiosity and amazement in their eyes. After all, such a scene is really exaggerated. Thousands of mythological materials are randomly piled up. I am afraid that only the "God of Fruit" under the command of King Cang can do this. Background, right?

Chen Lun did not urge, but waited silently.

Instead, the hat boy on the side stared at Martin's movements.

I couldn't help but slander:

"Death bald! Don't! Don't take that! Damn it! That is the mythical gem that I managed to steal from the dragon's lair in the second era..."

Soon, Martin reached out to touch a woven fabric with bright spots of light, and the hat boy trembled.

"Ah! Get your disgusting hands off! That's my favorite thing, the fabric of the angels of the stars in the depths of the astral world!"

"Don't take that, don't..."

"You bald head, why are your eyes so vicious, you are so cruel..."

The hat boy's heart couldn't stop bleeding, and the secret slander never stopped.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that King Cang turned his head at some point, and looked down at him with a kind of deep eyes that penetrated the soul, without any emotion.

The hat boy shuddered again and laughed, and a warm and polite voice came out from the large pointed hat:

"You can take it, take it all..."

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty Ronan."

Holding more than a dozen pieces of mythology materials in his hand, Martin turned and saluted the little hat boy with a satisfied expression on his face.

In addition to the long skirt as the main body, He also specially selected seven materials to make the "veil", "shawl", "finger covers" and "skirt trailing"...

As a master creator, Martin is extremely proficient in all aspects.

He knew very well that King Cang wanted more than just a simple long skirt...

It's a wedding dress for a grand wedding!

"Your Majesty Cang, I have chosen, and that's all."

Martin said respectfully to the figure in Cang Yi.

"Um."

Chen Lun nodded with a smile.

"Don't rush to work, do it slowly, if you still need something, you can always pray to me."

"Yes, Your Majesty Cang."

Martin responded quickly.

But the hat boy on the side trembled.

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night.

The scorching sun slowly falls in the fairyland, and a bright moon rises.

In the center of Cat City, in the Dawn Cathedral next to the towering white tower, the two archbishops Martin and Carmen were away. Noah, Anton, Alex, Maggie and Connie were all standing in the courtyard, looking up at the moon.

"Pope Floyd hasn't returned yet, could he be in trouble?"

Noah asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, His Majesty Cang is always watching the present world."

Maggie smiled.

When meeting King Cang in Tianyuan before, she found that Pope Floyd was not there. Combined with Archbishop Martin's task of "making a long skirt", Maggie guessed that King Cang must want to surprise Pope Floyd.

Looking up at the bright moon, Maggie secretly thought it was a pity.

I can't witness the scene where the two meet with my own eyes...

On the false moon.

The lonely apartment building still stands in the boundless land, and a black beam of light suddenly falls in the open space in front of it, and a slim figure slowly walks out of it.

Floy's face was a little pale, and there was a hint of coldness in her purple eyes.

The Pope's tiara on His head disappeared, his long pale golden hair was somewhat messy, and the solemn cloak on His body was stained with dark red blood.

During the day, after killing the three "Seven Sages of Secret Keepers" of the History and Ritual Association, he didn't stop there, and then went to the other party's headquarters alone.

The battle was quite fierce, and the History and Ceremony Association suffered countless casualties. In the end, it was the President McNeill himself who stopped his massacre.

The two sides fought immediately. After all, Floyd was only a Sequence Four Saint, facing the demigod of the earth with a sequence higher than her, she was still powerless.

But at that time, Floyd was already dominated by anger.

He didn't know that Master Jack's ceremony not only did not fail, but was a blessing in disguise, and was successfully completed... Thinking of the loved ones being backlashed by the ceremony and being at stake, Floy's only thought was to kill these people.

McNeil was strong, and he was soon hit hard.

But Floyd had completed the accumulation of the saint stage early on, and was only short of the promotion ceremony. The miserable injury not only failed to defeat him, but aroused his even stronger murderous aura.

The pitch-black flame burns endlessly.

The headquarters building of the Association of History and Rituals, plus the entire barren hill, were all engulfed in flames, with no grass growing.

At that time, Floyd was covered in bruises and lingered on the verge of death several times, but his unwillingness, longing and love supported him and prevented him from falling down.

Fortunately, the curator was going to the fairyland with the ancient gods of Dagon's earthly esoteric religion at that time, and there was no higher-level existence in the History and Ceremony Association except McNeill, so that Floy's ceremony went smoothly, and he died. Unexpectedly, he was promoted to the Black Sun Demigod on the spot.

It's a pity that Froy spent a lot of time fighting all the way, and in the end, he could only watch McNeil dragging his seriously injured body, using the ability of "gravedigger" to forcibly "dig" the historical passage, and fled the scene .

"I will kill you..."

Floyd murmured emotionlessly.

He shuffled and came to the door of the apartment with extreme fatigue.

But at this moment, from the corner of her eye, Floyd suddenly found a tall figure standing beside the door.

He was surprised at first.

But when he looked up carefully, he was stunned on the spot.

On Floy's pale face, the purple eyes flickered, water mist gradually emerged, and hot tears slid down like bright pearls, filled with blood stains.

His heartbeat gradually accelerated, like a hammer beating a drum.

That familiar figure was in the same attire as before, wearing a black top hat and dress, holding a cane, walking towards him with a gentle smile on his face.

For a moment, Floyd even forgot to breathe.

Until that familiar breath was close at hand, strong longing and love urged him, and he threw himself into the other's arms without hesitation.

"Master Jack!"

Floy's face was pressed against the other's chest, listening to the real heartbeat and feeling the warm breath, she felt extremely satisfied.

"You are finally back……"

Emotions were like dynamite, bursting the eye sockets, and tears filled the black dress.

He hugged his lover tightly, pursed his lips, and breathed in the breath of the other person greedily.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, but luckily I didn't miss the appointment."

Chen Lun caressed Floyd's back and whispered.

"Floy misses you so much."

Floy's voice was soft, and the tranquility was mixed with strong emotions.

Chen Lun lowered his head, kissed His light golden hair, and said in a deep voice:

"I know."

He stroked the girl's messy hair behind her ears with his fingers, wiped off the tears and blood stains on the smooth face, and stared at the pair of purple eyes full of love.

"It's been so hard for you all these years."

"I'd give anything for it."

But Floy shook her head, then stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around the other's neck, and leaned forward boldly.

The cold and slightly bloody touch made Chen Lun feel an inexplicable emotion and impulse.

He can find the meaning of his existence from this love.

"Love is the most expensive anchor. It cannot defeat death, but it can anchor the soul. Let the dead soul no longer wander, and let the living soul find its home..."

Floyd murmured these words emotionally, and immediately leaned into Chen Lun's ear, full of anticipation and trembling tone:

"Master Jack, Floyd is already a demigod...enough to bear your favor."

Chen Lun stared at His amethyst-like eyes, and opened his mouth.

In the end it was a smile.

He hugged the girl's waist, and the pale robe suddenly appeared, and then rolled up, and the figures of the two disappeared in place without a sound.

In the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor of the apartment, the flowers of the florist are quietly blooming, exuding a sweet fragrance.

The window on the third floor suddenly lit up with a beige soft light.

On the silent moon.

The girl's short, slightly shy exclamation sounded.

Soon, it turned into a humming as thin as a mosquito, fine and long, until it stopped abruptly, a dull nasal sound.

In Tianyuan under the moonlight, the golden sacred tree swayed with the wind, the shadows of the trees whirled, and countless green grasses rustled.

In the city of cats, countless white cats and black cats, and even the ordinary residents brought here to live here, pray at home, devoutly and solemnly.

In the outer courtyard of the Dawn Cathedral, Maggie was chatting with Connie when suddenly, a howling wolf resounded throughout the fairyland from the sky.

Aww——

"Um?"

Both Maggie and Connie were shocked.

They all raised their heads and looked at the bright moon.

"What was that sound just now?"

Connie wondered.

Maggie thought for a while, coughed, and shook her head to express that she didn't know.

"Miss Maggie, your face is so red, are you okay?"

Connie asked nervously.

Maggie waved her hand quickly, finding an excuse to prevaricate.

The howling of the wolf was not passionate, but a little limp. I don't know if it was an illusion. Maggie even heard a little surrender and begging for mercy.

She suddenly felt that she was a little courageous, and dared to imagine such a thing.

"It's all auditory hallucinations and hallucinations..."

Maggie fanned herself with her hands, then turned around and walked towards the church.

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above the moon.

boom! ! !

The apartment has long been reduced to ruins.

All that was left was a dark sea of ​​flames.

In the gloomy firelight, one could faintly see a slim giant wolf in a black vine "gauze robe" crawling on the ground, lowering its head and whimpering.

On the body of the giant wolf, there seems to be an even bigger shadow of a white-scaled snake entwined...

The black fire burned the giant snake, but the latter seemed to enjoy it as if nothing had happened. The flame that was enough to annihilate the saint's soul seemed to arouse his madness and restlessness even more.

Rumble! ! !

Dull bursts of loud noise accompanied by the vibration of the moon.

The black wolf whimpered even more urgently.

The sea of ​​flames covered the sky, the light and shadow flickered, a pair of purple eyes flashed in the fire, the eyes were blurred but full of longing.

I don't know how long the tremor of the moon lasted.

At the end of the night, after the last languid sob, there was an ethereal and shy murmur:

"Floye finally became your wife..."

The second chapter may be late, beauties;