The Last Dark King

Are you all mentally retarded? Why do you like eating shit so much?

It was really hard for Rhodes to understand. He had already thrown out three thunder stones, so why was he still unwilling to believe it?

Is it unusual for a genius to appear?

Everyone, please take a step back. You let me go, and I will go out and report you. After that, everyone can rely on their own abilities, isn't it good?

Why don't you listen to others' advice?

Rhodes wanted to say more, but her pace was too fast, and he could only throw the fourth thunder stone.

"What? You..."

The black priest was so shocked that before she even had time to dodge, the thunder stone exploded directly in her face.

This was a thunder stone with two-thirds of the energy. The huge electric light swept across and penetrated the dense fog that protected her. The range of the explosion exceeded twenty meters.

The black priest was blown away and fell to the ground.

Rhodes was in better shape this time. He jumped back a step ahead of time and was only caught by a fork of the electric light.

Although the body is paralyzed, the movement is basically unaffected. The "spiritual recovery" continues to work. The soul is like soaking in cool spring water, and the depleted spiritual energy is quickly replenished.

Chance!

Rhodes immediately put his hand into the gray bag, but as soon as he touched it, his heart suddenly went cold.

The Thunder Stone has been used up.

When the watchman handed it to him, there were only ten thunder stones in the gray bag. He threw six before, but now he has thrown four, and there are no more.

Rhodes raised his head. The black priest was not dead yet. The thick fog on his body was much lighter, but it was still there.

Under the thick fog, she was the same as the psychic teacher. She wore no clothes. Her white and tender body was exactly the same as what she saw in the crystal ball. She sat up and the butterflies on her chest were exactly the same.

But Rhodes had no charm at all, and dying under the peonies had no appeal to him. This woman was like a snake or scorpion to him, and it would be better to live in a cesspool than to be killed by her.

He originally wanted to use the spirit spear, but quickly rejected the idea.

I've tried it before, and even if the bullet hits her, it can't penetrate the thick fog.

This is no ordinary strong man.

Rhodes thought about lightning and quickly thought of the only way - disguise.

I pretended that I still had the Thunder Stone and that I had a chance to win, so as to scare her and escape from the sewer.

He immediately inserted his hand into the gray bag and focused his psychic energy on it.

Although she has never used psychic vision from beginning to end, and is probably a "stone-wood core", but just in case, she still has to do a full set of scenes.

The black priest slowly stood up, this time with deep fear in her eyes.

"You, who exactly are you? Even the watchers don't have such deep psychic powers, so they can't be new students."

Rhodes sneered: "You don't need to know who I am. If you don't want to lose both sides, let me go now and we won't interfere with each other."

"No! Impossible!"

The face under the thick fog was a little distorted.

"You have to at least tell me who you are and what your purpose is!"

Rhodes didn't talk nonsense with her. Delaying time would be extremely detrimental to him. Once the black priest recovered from the electric shock paralysis, the initiative would be in her hands.

"Hmph." He said forcefully: "Then you go to hell, I don't know how many more thunder stones you can eat."

He gestured to take his hand out of the gray bag, and the spiritual mist covered his arm, full of power.

The black priest's pupils shrank and he shouted: "No! Wait! No! We can talk!"

But Rhodes was unmoved and covered his shoulders and arms with more psychic mist, showing that he had sufficient psychic energy.

The black priest bit his lip tightly, his face turning blue and white.

Suddenly, she shouted in frustration: "Okay! I agree! Let's go!"

Rhodes sneered, maintained his movements, and walked out quickly but calmly under the eyes of the black priest.

There must be no sign of timidity at this time. As soon as he walks out of her sight, he will immediately get into the branch road. There are countless branches on both sides of the main sewer road, so it is impossible for her to find him.

The abacus was beating loudly, but Rhodes just took two steps when he heard the ferocious voice of the black priest.

"You little bastard, you lied to me!"

Rush towards Rhodes.

Rhodes was shocked: "What are you doing? I threw thunder stones!"

The black priest remained silent.

Rhodes knew something was wrong and ran away.

Although the Black Priest was seriously injured, she was after all as strong as the Watcher and far stronger than the novice Rhodes.

Pointing her toes, she moved two to three meters in one step. Although her movements were slow and stiff, she was still much faster than Rhodes.

Rhodes only ran a few dozen meters before she caught him.

"You little bastard, you're done!"

Her beautiful face was completely distorted, leaving only ferocity and anger.

"Caramon, bring the black knife, the ceremony begins!"

She grabbed Rod's neck and lifted him up.

The thick fog blocked all his punches and kicks, but it couldn't block the hatred radiating from her face.

"I, Barristan Selmy, the fourth black priest of the Cult of the Blasphemer, will cut open your belly, dig out your heart, pick out your bones, and remove your brain, eyeballs, and trachea. The bladder is a sacrifice, dedicated to the Book of Destiny, in order to show the traces of the fragments of God in the gap between the spiritual world and the real world. The light will eventually be annihilated, and the world will belong to darkness..."

laugh!

The black knife penetrated the thick fog and stabbed out of her chest, blood sliding down the tip of the knife.

All the expressions of the black priest were frozen.

She turned in disbelief to see Caramon behind her, stabbing her through the body with the ceremonial knife belonging to the Cult of the Blasphemer.

The black light in his eyes was still the same, but there was a lot of chaos in it, and he murmured: "You are not a good person, and Rhodes is a friend. You are not a good person, and Rhodes is a friend."

"You, you untied the sacrilegious ritual?"

The expression on the black priest's face was as if he had seen the end of the world.

"No, it's impossible. Your spiritual vision is only 9, so it's impossible to see the truth behind the foggy crystal ball. Why? Why is this?"

But the next moment, Caramon began to murmur again: "Yes, my mistress, you are my everything, dominate my soul, dominate my body, your orders are everything."

He slowly pulled out the black knife, turned the handle over, and handed it over.

puff!

The black priest spat out a mouthful of blood and suddenly understood:

"Only half untied? No wonder you always disobey orders. How did you do this?"

Just when she was about to take the knife and order Caramon to treat her.

Caramon's hand suddenly retracted.

"No! You are not a good person! Rhodes is a friend!"

laugh!

The black knife stabbed into her chest again.

In an instant, the surge of anger and pain made the Black Priest completely lose her mind. She slapped half of Caramon's body to pieces with a backhand, but her wound burst open, blood surged wildly, and the thick fog disappeared from her body.

She could no longer bear the continuous serious injuries, her psychic powers were disordered across the board, and the corrosive toxin of the ritual knife had caused irreversible damage to her soul.

The Black Priest knew that if she did not return to the pool of black water immediately, her spirit would dissipate and she would die completely.

Not caring about anything else, she immediately turned into a thick mist, picked up the giant heart, and flew away from the hole at the top of the sewer.

For a moment, the sewer was quiet, and only the sound of silent dripping water could be heard.

Rhodes felt an unreal sense of trance, as if he couldn't believe that he had just escaped death.

But now is not the time to sigh.

Rhodes quickly came to his senses, saw Caramon on the ground with half of his body missing, and sighed:

"Oh, Caramon, you were kind, rest in peace."

He put his hands on his eyes, but even after touching them several times, he couldn't help him close his eyes.

"Are you going to die in peace? Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you. This kind of woman has never loved you at all. She just treats you as a tool..."

"Uh, Rod."

The black light in Caramon's eyes dissipated, and he made the slightest sound with all his strength.

"I can still save a little bit..."