The Last Dark King

Latest website: After the special envoy was silent for a moment, he said: "I will report this matter to the King and the Supreme Council. Rhodes will be temporarily imprisoned in the dark cell to conduct a deeper investigation into Gregor, especially about the six Oath Knights. "

He looked around and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, please remember that unity is our strength. Please do not point your sword at your colleagues at any time."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away.

Everyone in the judgment seat had different expressions, and no one spoke.

Just like that, Rhodes returned to the cell.

But he was not at all depressed or worried. The cell was quiet and no one disturbed him, so he could concentrate on his studies.

He was very nervous some time ago. He had almost no time to study dreams. He was engaged in intense battles all day long. Although he gained extraordinary results, his understanding of himself was very lagging behind.

His fighting method is actually very simple, including Spirit Spear, Thunder Stone, Summons, "Soul Blast" and [Psychic Quintet].

If the [Psychic Quintet] cannot be killed and the "Soul Crit" cannot be used, he will have no fighting power at all, and his ability to protect himself will be extremely poor.

New ways of fighting must be mastered.

The most critical thing is that [Psychic Quintet] is too weak and completely unqualified as a trump card.

If Gregor had been killed with one shot, there would have been no trouble at all.

The best way to improve it is to strengthen [Justice Enforcement] as soon as possible.

Currently, [Justice Execution] has reached the final stage, and it requires a complete soul to improve.

And Rhodes has invested all his souls into it, and its strength has only increased by 31.

This speed is too slow. Rhodes learned from the Book of Knowledge that [Justice Execution] is a large star with very high strength. A weak soul will have very little improvement on it. A stronger soul must be invested to achieve a better effect. good.

Looking back now, not getting the souls of the high-level evil spirits and mother insects in the Corpse Wasteland was his biggest loss.

No matter how much other weak souls are harvested, there will be no qualitative change and they can only fill the soulless soul and spirituality.

There must be more and stronger whole souls.

Rhodes has now made it very clear:

Soulless soul is his basic resource, and human nature and spirituality are common resources that can be obtained in large quantities.

Divinity is a superior resource.

A complete soul is a more important core resource and can be degraded into other resources besides divinity.

However, most of the souls he has obtained now do not seem to be particularly complete. According to the knowledge in the "Book of Knowledge", this seems to be because of the soul altar.

It seems that we need to find more dream fragments quickly.

It's a pity that I didn't encounter them during this trip.

Rhodes felt a little regretful in his heart. He wondered if there was a more efficient way to obtain the fragments. It would definitely not work to try his luck like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He turned and walked towards the Soul Altar.

There was only one soul left on the altar, that of Gregor who had just been acquired.

Its main body is bright yellow, with an oval flame center and a very long flame tail, with gray gas mixed in it.

Rhodes moved his gaze towards it, and the words of the soul emerged in the flames.

[The Soul of Sigurd Gregor]

A strange soul with a thin lineage of giants. It has two soul characteristics due to eating the shell of the ancient god.

His soul became unstable as a result, and the severe pain that tore his soul often tormented him, causing his personality to undergo drastic changes. He found the true existence of the ancient god whose shell he had swallowed - the Old Master, and thus Praying for it to come to end his pain and satisfy his infinite desires.

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After reading his soul text, Rhodes felt a little uneasy.

He remembered Qingyu telling him that the Adventist sect in the Doomsday Sect aimed at summoning the Lord of the Old Ones to come.

Is this a real God?

He used to think that it was all made up by doomsday believers. The college curriculum clearly told them not to pray to any existence. All gods are false, and there is no god of fire. Fire is the real existence that protects them. The source of the universe is embodied in the material world, rather than something personal but ethereal.

Although Rhodes has reservations about this due to his own experience, the gods worshiped by doomsday cults and even the believers obtain their power from other systems, which is somewhat unreliable, right?

But now, the dream directly told him that God existed, and this soul had eaten the shell of God.

I won't be called to my door, right?

Rhodes felt a little unsure. He wanted to sacrifice Gregor's soul directly, or throw it into the stars and burn it.

But he was a little reluctant because he had a better idea.

"Let's listen to the voice in his soul first. This guy must be a believer in the Advent sect. Maybe we can find some clues to directly prove his identity. This will save a lot of trouble."

Rhodes concentrated and listened.

The noise of the soul rushes past, and the deepest rhythm comes to meet you.

"It's so dark, it feels like my senses have been stripped away."

"Where am I?"

"What's going on?"

"Have I had my soul sucked out?"

"How could that little brat have such ability?"

…

Rhodes was startled and almost jumped off the soul altar.

Is this soul alive?

The sounds he heard were obviously a series of psychological activities, and they were definitely not left before death.

Although Rhodes didn't know whether the soul he plundered was dead or alive, there had never been a soul that had independent consciousness like it.

Is this guy the legendary immortal?

Beaten to a skeleton but not dead.

I extracted my soul, but I'm not dead yet?

The only thing that made Rhodes somewhat relieved was that it seemed to have no ability to sense the outside world.

Otherwise, you can only sacrifice it. The secret of the dream must never be known to anyone.

Rhodes listened for another moment.

This time, he heard the constant complaints in his soul, complaining that the Guardian Jon actually sent him to Sword Pass, ruining his perfect plan, and complaining that the bastards in Sword Pass persisted for so long, forcing him to show up in person. Silencing him, he also cursed Rhodes viciously, vowing that as long as he recovers, he will torture him with millions of cruel punishments until he regrets being born.

It is indeed a psychological activity.

Rhodes thought.

This soul must have autonomous consciousness.

He tried to communicate with the soul, but failed. A simple soul seemed to have no ability to interact with the outside world.

There must be some way.

Rhodes thought.

I'll find out just by asking the Book of Knowledge.

Maybe squeeze more value out of this guy.

Rhodes ran towards the hut happily.

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The seventh defense zone.

After Wang Chengtang completed the new strategic subordinates, the pressure on Liguang Fortress was finally relieved.

Sword Pass was recaptured and an elite battle group was stationed there.

The Linfeng City relocation team successfully arrived at Ironforge City in the east. Rock Village, Nanfeng Town and other places returned to normal, and a new and more reasonable defense line was built in the west of the Death Mountain Mountains.

The seventh defense zone has finally stabilized.

Among them, the twelfth defense zone located behind the seventh defense zone helped a lot, but Jon was not grateful.

"...I'll take this opportunity to gain merit and show off my abilities. Huh, Qingyu, she is indeed the woman I like. She really has two skills, but it's not enough."

Oily hair swayed on his cheeks. His pale face made his big aquiline nose particularly conspicuous, and his light black eyes seemed to be burning with phosphorescence.

The most prestigious candidate for the King put aside the summary report of the Seventh Defense Area and picked up the news from the Tribunal passed back by the King's cronies.

The first time his eyes moved up, Jon seemed to be petrified.

He read it quickly but without missing a word, put down the report, closed his eyes, and leaned on the bench.

After a moment, he suddenly burst out laughing, startling Deputy Vilas who was working next to him.

"Your Excellency Jon." Willas said with slight dissatisfaction: "You should be more stable, so that you look more like the king of Trorian."

"Sorry, Vilas."

Jon put away his smile, but his bright eyes still showed his current extremely happy mood.

"Look at this information."

Willas has followed Jon for decades and has always been his right-hand man, but Jon will discuss it with him on major issues.

He took the information and read it quickly. His handsome face immediately sank: "Oh no, the situation is very unfavorable to us."

"No no no."

Jon said brightly.

"The situation is very favorable for us."

Willas looked at his brother and master in confusion: "Once Gregor dies, not only will he have no value, but the things he did in the past will also be revealed. Jon, I have always thought that you should not get too close to such people. , even if he is not a doomsday cultist, Qingyu will soon use his black spots to label him as a doomsday cultist, and we will be in trouble!"

The smile on Jon's face didn't change.

"Vilas, this is your flaw, the layout is too small."

He pointed to the intelligence.

"Look, how decisive and decisive this kid is in his actions, and how neatly he kills people. There is no doubt that this is Qingyu's plan. She let this abandoned son die, and then quickly cut off the connection with him, and escaped unscathed. If you kill one of our generals and attack us according to the method you mentioned, the new king will probably be hers."

Vilas said anxiously: "Then we didn't fail?"

Jon smiled and said: "Such a far-reaching plan, so cold and decisive, so cruel and ruthless. This is what a real king should be like. Even if I fail, Trorian will rise, and our cause will be successful." What if I kneel under her skirt? "

Vilas was speechless.

"However, the matter is far from over. If you want to get my recognition, this is not enough."

Jon put away his smile and said coldly.

"Villas, draft a letter to the Grand Council, Libold."

"Draft another letter to Rhodes to win over him."

Villas had no questions and immediately complied.

Jon came to the window and looked at the recharging Dawn Cannon. The powerful psychic energy fluctuations washed over his senses like a tide.

"The abandoned son who has just been abandoned suddenly sees the light in despair. What will he think?"

"Haha, Qingyu, being cold is not enough."

"King, you must understand people's hearts."

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The twelfth defense zone.

Qingyu, who has been busy for a day, returned to her castle.

Just when he was about to take a rest, there was a sudden noise outside the door. A young guard rushed in and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Your Excellency Qingyu! Please, I love you so much. I can't live without you in my life. Please make me one of your husbands. I swear that I will only be loyal to you in this life!"

Qingyu said with a slightly troubled expression: "But, Clegane, I have already scheduled one hundred and thirty-one royal wives, and the Discipline Committee warns me almost every day."

The young guard wailed: "Your Excellency Qingyu, please! Please!"

Qingyu looked very distressed, but still said: "Okay..."

After saying just one word, Konoe was kicked out by the white wolf that suddenly rushed in.

Qingyu looked at him a little embarrassed: "Uncle Vermeer, I'm sorry, I..."

Bai Lang raised a hand and said coldly: "Your Excellency Qingyu, when will you learn to refuse such unreasonable requests?"

Qingyu's expression became troubled again: "But this is not unreasonable. I am a guardian and a candidate for the king. In theory, there is no upper limit for legal partners."

Bai Lang looked at her: "But there is actually a limit. You can't take up so many resources."

"But if I reject them, they will be in pain."

Bai Lang sighed, suddenly realized something, and asked: "Why is there one more person?"

"It's little Rod. He made a request to me, and I agreed."

Judging from Bai Lang's expression, he didn't want to say anything anymore. He took out the information from his arms and sent it to Qingyu.

"Why did you encourage him to kill Gregor? Don't you know that this will cause us a lot of trouble? I guess you won't abandon him as an abandoned child."

Qingyu looked very surprised after reading the information: "I didn't, I didn't say it!"

White Wolf looked at her, as if he was getting to know the young guardian again.

"He used the pendant you gave him to successfully murder Gregor. Are you going to tell me that he stole the Mist Pendant, or that he asked you to give it to him? This is an unreasonable request, and you will not agree to it. of."

Qingyu said in confusion: "I gave it to him. I hope he can use the mist pendant to escape when he encounters danger. As long as he escapes to my defense area, I can protect him. He said at the time that he understood."

"All right."

White Wolf let out a long sigh.

"There must be some misunderstanding, Your Excellency Qingyu, what are you going to do now?"

Qingyu had already put on the guardian robe she had just taken off, turned around and went out, the fluttering robe brushing against the white wolf's cheek.

"Of course I'm going to save him."

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Empire.

King District.

King's Hall.

The king, Archbishop Horus, First Defense Chief Yovis Dalin, and First Elder Armando.

He was listening to the news reported by the special envoy to the four top talkers.