Douluo: Start by taking control of the Holy Spirit Church Saint

Chapter 581 Finale Part What is the King?

Everything is going on in an orderly manner...

At first, when the sacred light began to envelop him, everything seemed so perfect and harmonious. The soft and brilliant white light was like a flowing stream, gently wrapping Huo Yuhao's body, and penetrating into every inch of his skin and every cell. He only felt a warm and powerful force, like a spring breeze, slowly flowing through his body, and every pore was cheering and greedily absorbing this sacred power.

Under the baptism of this divine power, his body underwent an amazing transformation. His muscles became tighter and more elastic, and each muscle contained endless power, as if it could easily tear through space. His bones were also constantly strengthening, making clear and pleasant sounds, like an exciting divine movement. His originally ordinary eyes now shone with a holy light, as if they could see through all the darkness and evil in the world. His long black hair was gradually dyed with a light golden color, fluttering in the wind, like flowing sunshine.

As the inheritance ceremony progressed, Huo Yuhao's aura became stronger. He could clearly feel that the power of the angel god was deeply integrated with his soul. Every heartbeat resonated with the will of the god, as if his heart had become a resonator of the will of the god. His every move exuded an otherworldly temperament, as if he was no longer a mortal, but a true god descended.

However, the originally pure and flawless white light began to flicker, and occasionally a strange black light flashed. It was like a dark cloud suddenly floating across the clear sky. Although it was only a short-term obstruction, it made people feel a little uneasy. His power fluctuations also became unstable.

Huo Yuhao's appearance also gradually changed - a dark red light began to appear in his originally bright eyes, revealing a kind of madness and bloodthirsty desire. His skin became as pale as paper, as if it had lost all its blood color. The ends of his golden hair also began to turn scarlet, with a few strands of blood-colored hair quietly mixed in, like the tentacles of a demon, spreading wantonly.

Huo Yuhao had been paying attention to the changes in himself. Although he had prepared himself mentally, he still felt a little nervous when he saw the transformation similar to that of a dark angel taking place in his body.

At this moment, outside his body, accompanied by a layer of black mist suddenly exploded, from his body and from the void, the soul bones of the six dragon kings and the left and right metacarpal bones of the Ten Thousand Demon Kings appeared around his body respectively.

Under the infiltration of the divine power, each soul bone began to undergo strange changes. The soul bones were no longer in a skeletal state, but gradually melted and merged with the surrounding light patterns, gradually becoming like water, turning into large streams of scarlet liquid, condensing into a huge blood ball, floating several meters in front of Huo Yuhao.

Just the next moment——

The blood poured out from the blood ball, dyeing the space where Huo Yuhao was into an endless sea of ​​blood.

Huo Yuhao stood alone on the sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood, as thick as ink, was surging wildly, emitting a pungent and nauseating smell. Every trace of the smell was like a materialized evil spirit, drilling straight into his nasal cavity.

Waves of blood piled up one after another, like a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws, or like countless wronged souls screaming and roaring in despair. The sound was like a blunt knife scraping his nerves, making his soul tremble.

There was dead silence all around, with only the sound of the blood waves beating, which kept echoing in this empty and strange space, again and again, like a life-threatening drumbeat, bringing the eerie and terrifying atmosphere to the extreme.

At this point, it is obviously no longer the normal inheritance experience of the Angel God, but is closer to the inheritance of the Rakshasa God.

In this seemingly frozen silence, the tranquility was instantly broken.

Countless pale hands suddenly stretched out from under the sea of ​​blood. The pale color was like rotten meat that had not seen the light for thousands of years. The fingers were slender and twisted, like dry and rotten branches, fragile but inexplicably tough. The nails were sharp and black, flashing with a cold light, as if they were quenched with poison. These hands broke through the water at an extremely fast speed, bringing with them strings of blood beads, shooting towards Huo Yuhao like Tang Sect hidden weapons.

Huo Yuhao was so frightened that his pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly retreated backwards.

While dodging these deadly hands, he was thinking quickly about how to pass the test. But the dense hands were like a tide, one after another, leaving him with almost no place to escape. Every time he narrowly avoided it, his back was soaked with cold sweat. Suddenly, a hand came out from an angle he didn't expect and grabbed his ankle fiercely. The hand was very powerful, like a pair of pliers, causing Huo Yuhao to feel a sharp pain in his ankle, as if his bones were about to be crushed.

He struggled desperately, exerting his soul power crazily, and barely broke free from the restraint of the hand.

If Bibi Dong were here, he would definitely not be able to help but ask her a question: Is the test from the Rakshasa God so weird and terrifying?

As he pulled back, the scenery around him changed again.

At the end of the desolate wilderness, a palace stands alone. Its outer walls are made of ancient boulders, and the erosion of time has left the stones covered with mottled marks, as if silently telling stories of the past. The palace's door is half-closed, swaying gently in the breeze, making a "creaking" sound that echoes in the empty surroundings, adding a bit of loneliness.

"This is..." Huo Yuhao looked around. He had no impression of this place.

The floor of the palace was paved with smooth marble, but now it was covered with moss. The dome of the hall was very high, and it was painted with exquisite murals, but because of the long time, the colors had faded and the faces of the characters had become blurred.

Huo Yuhao began to walk forward aimlessly. If he wanted to pass the test for this godhood smoothly, he would have to figure out everything here.

On both sides of the hall were rows of tall columns, with exquisite carvings of flying dragons, auspicious beasts, and ancient heroic deeds. But at this moment, these carvings seemed particularly eerie in the silent palace. Between the columns, there were some huge vases with brightly painted patterns, but now the vases were covered with cracks, and some were even incomplete, and the dried branches inside had long since turned into powder.

The whole palace was filled with an old smell, mixed with dust and decay. There was no sound of human voice, no life, only the occasional sound of wind, whistling through the empty palace, as if the palace was sighing its last breath. Here, time seemed to have stopped, everything was frozen in the past, leaving only this empty palace, a lonely witness to the passage of time.

There is no one...

Huo Yuhao sighed, he finally remembered where this place was.

This was the capital of the Kingdom of Eden six million years ago. It was once the most prosperous city on the continent. Millions of people once lived here, singing praises to the king's achievements day after day and living and working in peace and contentment.

Could it be that the scenes in the assessment took place after the great disaster?

Huo Yuhao couldn't help but look towards the throne, and then he shuddered all over as if he had discovered something.

It was because, on the originally empty throne, there was a figure sitting at this moment——

Although his eyes were as deep and bottomless as the mysterious black holes in the night sky, the flame burning in his dark red pupils had lost its former heat, leaving only fatigue and sadness.

The luxurious armor was also in a mess. The ancient totems and mysterious runes of the Kingdom of Eden embroidered with gold thread were damaged by cracks and had lost their former noble glory.

"Are you... Lucifer?" Huo Yuhao's pupils dilated slightly and his body involuntarily stepped back.

Lucifer's face is still invisible, but based on the faith of the people of the Kingdom of Eden, only Lucifer is qualified to sit on the throne.

"Has the spark of civilization remained..." Lucifer seemed to be talking to himself, looking up at the dim sky.

The sky was very cold and there was not even the sound of birds flying or singing. There was only the wind mixed with yellow sand that kept blowing up, trying to fill up the ancient city.

Seeing that he seemed to be lost in memories, Huo Yuhao did not disturb him, but just stood quietly by the side. "Successor, would you like to have a drink with me?"

At this time, Lucifer turned his gaze back to Huo Yuhao and suddenly asked.

"I'm happy to do it." Huo Yuhao was not polite and simply moved a chair aside and sat down opposite Lucifer.

Two quilts made entirely of gold appeared in Lucifer's hands and were placed on the table.

"Actually, I don't like drinking." Huo Yuhao laughed, "But since it's a gift from the king, there's no reason for me not to drink it."

After that, he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

The wine was very sweet, and was exactly the same as the fine wine he had drunk in his previous life. This showed the superb winemaking skills of the Kingdom of Eden. It was a pity that they had been lost in Douluo Continent.

"Since you call yourself the Demon King, I will ask you a question over a glass of wine." King Lucifer seemed very talkative. He raised his glass to Huo Yuhao and then drank it.

"Since you have witnessed the once prosperous kingdom, what does a king look like to you?"

"Your Majesty, are you going to listen to my sincere words?" Huo Yuhao picked up the wine jar and continued to fill the glasses of both parties with wine.

"Of course, your capacity is an important factor in determining whether you are qualified to inherit the throne I have created." Lucifer picked up the wine glass again, but did not drink it directly. Instead, he shook it in his hand, allowing the golden liquid in the glass to reflect an amber-like luster in the setting sun.

"In my hometown, it is said that the so-called kings either die for the country or guard the country's borders, and sacrifice their lives for their ideals." Huo Yuhao picked up the wine glass and smiled gently, "Similarly, there are also those who enjoy the vested power and why not eat meat, enjoy life, and feel comfortable!"

"Oh? It seems that the emperor of your world is very similar to my ancestors." Lucifer looked at the wine in his hand, "So in your opinion, what kind of existence am I?"

"Your Majesty is certainly a wise ruler." Huo Yuhao replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, "Under your governance, the Kingdom of Eden has achieved unprecedented prosperity, which can be regarded as a great miracle for mankind."

Lucifer didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

"You are a king respected by all the people. Countless people are willing to sacrifice everything, including their own lives, for this civilization that existed six million years ago." Huo Yuhao continued, taking a sip of the wine.

"At the same time, you are also a brave man, the King of Brave Men. You led your people to fight the invading monsters to the death, and continued the flame of Douluo civilization. You are admirable and lamentable."

"The King of Heroes?" Lucifer savored Huo Yuhao's words and forgot to drink for a moment.

"Yes, if it were me, there is no way I could do better than you. Facing that kind of enemy, just the courage to fight against it is commendable." Huo Yuhao immediately drank the wine in the glass.

"If future generations knew what you actually did, they might think that you were a so-called correct slave, which is not the way a person should live, because in the end, the entire kingdom was destroyed."

"This is the bad nature of human beings. When faced with a planet-destroying monster, many people first think of staying alive and escaping with the people they care about."

"After becoming a king and ruling a country, I no longer expect to live the way other people live. Living just to satisfy my own desires is not suitable for me." Lucifer sighed and drank the wine in the glass again.

"So, you are a saint, and your heroic spirit is noble and inviolable." Huo Yuhao said sincerely.

"This is my choice and the outcome of the dedication and struggle of my people who followed me. So whether it is destruction or continuation, it is the inevitability of civilization. I will cry for it and feel heartbroken for it, but I will never have any regrets." Lucifer put down the wine glass and his eyes fell on Huo Yuhao again.

"If I deny what I did, it would be an insult to the people who created this era with me."

"Those who call themselves kings in the future crave more power and enjoy more pleasure than anyone else. They reach the pinnacle of good and evil. Their subjects will envy and fall for them, making the king the object of their admiration. What do you think of this?"

Faced with Lucifer's question, Huo Yuhao remained silent.

This is undoubtedly the most core assessment of the Demon God's position, the understanding of the concept of the king.

The king is aloof, is this right or not?
To be the king of the world, or to be the king of ideals?

Lucifer was not in a hurry to continue asking questions. There were no gods in the Douluo Continent six million years ago. The throne he opened up was actually a king blessed by faith, and not a god.

Perhaps, the answer is not a choice between the two, but a question to be asked from Huo Yuhao's heart.

He is neither a savior nor a conqueror.

Because he once lived in a more advanced era, in which the red country gave birth to him and endowed him with more advanced ideas.

There was once a great figure who raised his arms and shouted "Long live" to the celebrating crowd.

The king is always pure and does not come with any shackles.

Human King, Emperor, Saint King, God King, Immortal King...

They are not the real kings.

Huo Yuhao's eyes suddenly became open-minded. He suddenly stood up, picked up the jar of wine and drank it directly from his mouth.

"The king will bear it, the king will allow it, the king will carry the world on his shoulders!"

(End of this chapter)