The Dark King of London

CHAPTER 9

Michael has a blue and white face! There was not much blood on his face at first, like the eyes of a dead person: “Because why do you say that?”

Andrew Louis looked at him and said, “At first, I didn't think that the Purple Jelly built this jelly, but then I suddenly thought of the shape of the Purple Jelly. The color and the material are the same as the cast jelly! Once, I was in this interior lintel taking out the scales of Lernaean Hydra, which had been dispersed, turning into a pile of black ash. At that time, I still thought that this stone room could not use any auxiliary props; now that I know, this was a purple stone room! It's crystals of the soap worm.

Michael tried to suppress the pain, brushed away on the golden ground of the jelly, struggling to raise his head, his blue eye staring at Andrew Louis, saying, “Is it only because, at this point, you speculate that I am Lernaean Hydra?”

Of course not. Andrew Louis shook his head, “Actually, I didn't know you were Lernaean Hydra in the first place until today when I finally guessed with all the suspicious points and details. First, as the head of the Dark King's prison, the manager under Death, such a top personage, this is very unusual to me. Secondly, for the past few days, you have been waiting here from beginning to end for me to complete my task, not paying attention to the behavior of the prison; this is not like the behavior of a prison leader. Thirdly, you, the prison chief, can't enter this stalactite. Where is there such a place? Can't even the warden get in? This isn't normal. Fourth, if you can't get into this stone chamber, how do you know the key to the cell at the northeast corner? Isn't that self-contradictory? All kinds of signs show that you are not the head of the prison!”

“Even if I'm not the head of the prison, why am I the Lernaean Hydra? The Dark King's material is extremely special; it can ban ghosts and wind ghosts; there is no way to be destroyed, no way to use magic inside, and no way to make people with magic power oscillate outside. If I was Lernaean Hydra, imprisoned in such a powerful prison, how could I get out?” Michael asked indignantly. Under the stimulus of the Purple Jelly, his legs had begun to turn into black ashes, not far from destruction.

Still unaware of his anger, Andrew Louis shook his head and said, “Though the Dark King's prison is mighty, there is a slit between the two iron doors! For a large criminal, this is a doorway, but for a small criminal like us, this doorway is equivalent to a doorway, which can be freely exited from within the doorway. On the first day of my visit to the Dark King, I entered the cell of the Nine-Headed Serpent - Lernaean Hydra. Although the form of the Nine-Headed Serpent - Lernaean Hydra was extremely large, on its introduction board outside the prison, it was written that it could peel its skin! After peeling off its skin, it can escape from that large body, turning into nine small humanoid incarnations with no fluctuating magic power, completely able to come out from the slit! But in the current crime scene, I know only it can destroy the fluctuating magic power, not be hindered by the iron door! So, I can only think of the Nine-Headed Serpent from the prison - Lernaean Hydra; you weren't the head of the prison, so more than half of you are Lernaean Hydra!”

“This is almost your guess; there is no evidence!” Michael tried to suppress the pain; his face twisted beyond words, his hands began disintegrating, and his limbs became black powder.

Evidence? Turning into black powder is also a kind of proof!” Andrew Louis looked at Michael's black ashes, pulled out only eight blue pearls from the world's arsenal, waved before Michael's eyes, and said: “That day, I found eight blue pearls in this interior, besides a pile of black powder. I didn't know what it was then, but these eight pearls and your eyeballs have the same place! The same size, the same blue! And the black powder, it's your clone ashes!”

Michael looked at the eight blue pearls; his face changed; he angrily closed his eyes, bit his teeth, and said, “Is it only because they are similar, so my eyes are suspicious?”

“It's just a part of the inside! This place had eight eyes, presumably four dead, plus yours, and four guards outside the door, just enough for nine! And the Lernaean Hydra, after being skinned, will turn into nine tiny human subtypes! It's the same as your numbers! So, these eight eyes are also saved by your four clones! Previously, after you ran out of the prison, affirming that you wanted to come here to get your keys, but Purple Stone built this stalactite, your clone-no matter what magic power, extremely weak, basically unable to withstand the corrosion of Purple Stone, so the four clones all died here, leaving only eight eyes!” Andrew Louis finished speaking and turned his head to look at the four guards outside the door a little; now they were all alike on the ground, suffering to the extreme, apparently implicated by Michael.

“Even so, why can't Purple Stone just kill my body? Can't he kill my eyes? Does the purple jelly also understand the lower love?”

Andrew Louis spun the eight pearls in his hand, looked at the blue rays of their regents, and slowly said, “Because you eat the treasures of Death--The Time of Separation, can make the eyes incomparably powerful, indissoluble, so all four of your clones turn into black powder, only the eyes are retained.”

“Time of Separation… I can't believe you even know the power of this creature. However, with these alone, I can be identified as Lernaean Hydra?” Michael said, his hands were now completely turned to ashes, and only half of his body was still struggling, but he persisted in tilting his head as before, unwilling to stare at Andrew Louis.

Andrew Louis tilted his head, looked at the key flying across the sky, and said, “You go out to your cell and say you want your key, or the key of the person who is important to you, to gain your freedom and restore your original strength. But with the loss of four clones, you can't get the key, so there's nothing you can do but borrow my hand to get it. Now that I've been asking for the number 11 key for a few days, I can't find it; I want the number 250 key back! One of these two is yours! Based on my earlier speculations, you are number 250 -- 9-headed snake -- Lernaean Hydra is very clear! That's the only way to explain it all!”

Michael clenched his teeth, resisting the agony of destruction, scrambling to say, “If I'm number 250, then why would I want the key to number 11? Shouldn't that do something extra?”

“Because you have to do so!” Andrew Louis looked down at Michael, “Even a level 250 like you can only be locked up at 250, so the power of 11 must be far beyond you; why do you need the key of 11 like that? Who can make you care like that? The number 11 is also your master - the God of Magic!”

Hearing that, Michael's face completely changed, his face as gray as ash; these two “Dharma Gods,” like a bullet, aggressively hit his spirit, making him unable to catch up.

However, Michael still did not give up his intention; his face twisted, and he asked: “ Criminals numbered before 100 are all detained in sealed cells, cannot be checked, and do not know how to die! How can I know that God is number 11? How do I know he's alive?”

“Because you eat the Time of Chi, the eye mutates so you can see the past and the future! You can see what happened in the Dark King's past, and naturally, you can see that the Magic God was numbered 11 when he was imprisoned. After being imprisoned in the sealed cell, although there was no way to be checked, you were his curse, and the Master of the Servant of the Contract followed him to death! If he lives, he can live; if he dies, he must die. You are alive now, and you prove that God is alive! Unless you can obtain the Water Covenant, erase the Master of the Covenant!”

Speaking of which, in Andrew Louis's mind, the post “Ten Great Gods” appeared in the forum; if he did not see the post, then he did not know the power of the Time of Essen and the Covenant of Essen, the meaning of which was said, the author Patrick of the post helped him a great grace.

By this time, Michael was finally no longer struggling; his body had turned into a layer of black ashes, with only one head left, nearing destruction. He stared at Andrew Louis for a long time, finally sighing, sadly saying: “No, I am the head snake - Lernaean Hydra; unexpectedly, I passed through the world for countless years, of course, lost in the hands of an unknown junior, completely lost from this world!”