Chapter 953: God descends (64)

System 677 swallowed, weakly said: "Host, how do you know Charles is not a good thing?"
The girl in black sneered.
"I know everything."
System 677: "..."
This is a bit familiar, has anyone said this before?
"From the description you just described, Hoddle and Ciller are the projections of Jun Heng in this world, aren't they?"
System 677 nodded.
The black-haired girl frowned again, and cursed in a low voice: "What does his mind think? He made two clones...Why, I don't think her head is green enough?"
System 677: "..."
The host is the host.
The reaction is exactly the same as before!
"Then, for the time being, the two of them can be regarded as the same as me. Hoddle is the of darkness, and he is not at odds with the goddess of light Eos, right?"
System 677 continued to nod, "Yes."
With a wave of Fu Yue's black sleeves, a phantom appeared out of thin air in front of her eyes, like a movie screen, she could see clearly.
System 677's eyes widened.
...The host is awesome, the host is six or six~
There are two figures on this, one is Charles and the other girl... When she raised her face, this face was actually exactly like the goddess of light, her identity was obvious.
This girl is the human incarnation of Eos, the goddess of light.
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows and lazily said: "Charles and the hypocritical fellow of the Goddess of Light are mixed together, is he still a good thing?"
System 677 shook his head and said sincerely: "He is not a good thing."
Fu Yue continued: "Then I made him wrong?"
System 677 continued to shake his head: "That's right."
The boy was brainwashed very successfully.
"That's fine."
Fu Yue rolled her eyes, and she suddenly said slowly: "Furthermore, even if he is right. As long as I say he is wrong, he is wrong, understand?"
With that, the black-haired girl turned the black curved sickle in her hand, and the blade of the sickle flashed in a sharp arc in the sun.
System 677 exploded the whole body.
"Understand and understand!"
The Fu Yue girl smiled with satisfaction.
Inside the imperial palace.
Charles’ succession ceremony is halfway through, and now it’s time for the incarnation of the goddess of light to bless him.
The girl was beautiful, with compassion for the world on her face. She was wearing a silver-white robe and silk fabric swaying down like moonlight.
She stretched out her finger and nodded Charles' brow.
"Oh, Charles, I will give you courage, strength, and a long life."
"You will be the wisest monarch of the empire, and you will lead the empire to unprecedented glory."
This is what the incarnation of the goddess of light said.
Joy flashed through Charles' eyes, and the Goddess of Light said this in front of everyone, which meant that his prestige among the people would be higher.
"Thank God."
The civilian representatives who came to observe, as well as the major nobles, all looked at the white-robed girl with admiration, respect and fear.
The blond prince lowered his head and was crowned personally by the Goddess of Light.
At this most solemn and sacred moment.
A lazy and extremely pleasant voice sounded.
"Hey, Eos, tusk... it really is such a hypocritical appearance."
Everyone's eyes widened, their eyes flashed with shock, they all looked up inconceivably and turned to the place where the sound came from.
who is it?
Who dares to insult the goddess of light?
Everyone's eyes fixed on the high throne.
Sitting on it was a young girl in a black cloak, her legs crossed gracefully, her black curved sickle leaning against the throne, her chin in one hand, and she looked at them with a smile.
"Black, dark god?"
Someone pointed to the sickle in the girl's hand and screamed.