The Dark King of London

CHAPTER 10

“You finally admit it?” Andrew Louis sighed in relief, “Actually, I can't even determine that you are one hundred percent Lernaean Hydra; no reasonable inference can be just a kind of speculation but cannot replace the truth. But your suspicion is so great that I can only lay down the book to deal with you.” Andrew Louis finished, looked at Michael's head, and said, “You don't count as doomed; at least two of your eyes must be able to stay.”

“No, not two, but ten.” Michael's tone was a little disastrous, “You know why before I came out of prison, I only dared to send four people into this cave? Because the number of my clones is less than five, I will die! So in recent years, I have been waiting patiently until you appeared. Although I have the Time of Eyes, I do not see your future; the more I see, the more you will kill me! As long as my client's body disappears, the four at the door will not be able to avoid luck, and with me tomorrow, there will only be ten eyes left; your comfort!”

“Comfortable for me?” Andrew Louis frowned slightly, “Could your eyes have any other use?”

“That is, of course! The effect of the Time of Chance is not so easily dissipated; after I die, you eat all 18 of my eyes, and the same form can achieve the effect of the Time of Chance, gaining a little magic power. It's good to believe, not good to believe, that I will die anyway. Pity. Pity. I can only die in this prison; I cannot return to my homeland to look at….”

At this time, Purple Stone began to ghostly kill Michael's head; its sound gradually became magical, and his eyes were increasingly scattered, “Remember that year, I was also a carefree snake, free to live, every day exposed to the sun, patrolling my territory, destroying my own life. One day, that hideous bastard, the God of Law, caught me, forcefully signed the Master of the Servant of the Contract with me, and from now on, I can only be his slave and sell his life for him! Do you know this kind of sentiment? You hate your enemy like that, but you can't help but sell your life to him; he takes all of it, you wish he were dead, but he is dead, and you also have to die... You can only save him... Risk your life to save your enemy. Haha... How wrong is the world... How horrible is the memory... Currently, I finally... Maybe we can get rid of it... It is liberating…” With the last word, Michael's sound became interrupted, finally completely lost; his head turned to ashes, leaving only two blue pearls in place, flashing brightly.

For a moment, the world stopped.

In the blink of an eye, the whole world rang out a sound: watch this.

“[Notification System]: United States player [ Alexander ] kills the Nine-Headed Snake - Lernaean Hydra, becomes the first player to kill the NPC beyond 200 levels himself, rewards public fame with 1000 points, gains [single order] - [passes two hundred levels ], United States national honor score +1.”

At this moment, the Second World, more than two hundred continents, all around the corner, sounded this sound; over ten billion people heard this announcement!

It doesn't matter if the player is killing the training level, or the player is traveling to the mountains, or the player who has just died is in the dark space waiting to live again; hundreds of islands are scattered everywhere, and everyone hears this message!

In the previous world record, the highest level of monsters that players beat to death was level 157, which currently, a level 250 BOSS directly smashed this record!

The whole world is moving!

Very quickly, this news from the Second World spread to the real world!

The news centers are using the fastest speed launched, the press, TV, and radio; the streets are all transmitting this news, even the world-class media such as the White Sun, the American Newspaper Federation (AP), the French News Agency (AFP) are reporting, this “Alexander” name is temporarily like the wind blowing through the entire world.

At this moment, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, a small boat did not start to wander with the wind; two people were in the boat.

Seven, what's next? The bird didn't know if it was going to complete its mission, and it had been waiting for three days, and it hadn't come back yet.” The speaker, a fifteen- and six-year-old boy, features a little immature, but his dark skin and muscular hands show he was already an experienced sailor.

And the man he called “Brother 7” was a man of more than twenty, his body tall and thin, wearing a black shirt, his face old, white, demonstrating peacefully, like a rich prince. At this moment, he was slowly adjusting to an old-fashioned radio, inside of which was a “reel” sound.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: “Hello, you are listening to the radio, currently broadcasting the news of the Second World. Just now, US player Alexander successfully killed a 9-headed snake - Lernaean Hydra level 250, breaking the previous level 157 world record held by Japanese Taoist players….”

Hearing that, the corner of his mouth lifted and said, “Let's go! Home.

...

Michael had said earlier that he was the warden, and now that this strange older man was saying the same thing, he had to be skeptical.

The old man turned his head and looked at the Dark King around a little, and in his white eyes flashed a little memory, sadly saying, “That year, the Great Death sent me to manage this prison, so long gone for a moment, but now Death is flying wild, I am also old, I don't have time to manage this prison, so let the Lernaean Hydra come out. You can kill it, prove that you still have a bit of bravery, that's it, so I gave you the King of Darkness!” Saying that, the old man raised his hand, a momentary “book” that flew out, falling at the feet of Andrew Louis.

“Even the King of Darkness, the highest honor, can only entrust a young capillary to the stewardship, black and black! Crying shame. [Chuckles] Well, well. What an upset. The older man shook his head, smiled, and turned again into nothingness, his body gradually becoming pale, finally disappearing, seemingly never appearing.

Andrew Louis watched the older man disappear into the air, and from the tone of the older man's voice, it was not difficult to hear; he was the real jail master, though he now held this position.

Andrew Louis lowered his head and looked at the book at his feet.

This book is very thick and has a bit of abrasion; it can even be said to be a bit old and worn, but it does not look good.

Andrew Louis bent over and picked up the book.

[reminder system]: Congratulations on your [ Shadow Book ]

[ Shadow Books ]

Inside the record of the Dark King's situation, through this book, it is possible to summon the Dark King's entrance at any time through the entrance to the interior.

Andrew Louis estimated that this book was also incompetent but felt very “heavy”. Because the back of this book, the famous Dark King, is one of the most powerful areas in the game, even the Magic God is imprisoned inside. Moreover, he numbered only 11, so what kind of character was the criminal before the number 10? What is person 1?

At this moment, this great prison was controlled by him! Countless heroes inside, demonic beasts, even mighty gods, are under his control!