The Dark King

Hearing the old man of Bai Hu, Hathaway slowly calmed down. After a moment, she suddenly thought of the black prison seen outside the giant wall. When the situation was about to be said to the patriarch and the elders present, they observed their Face.

After the patriarch and the elders listened, they looked at each other and their eyes were full of surprises.

"Really?" asked the patriarch.

"Of course." Hathaway replied in a cold voice, and there was a trace of doubt in her heart. Looking at this, the father and the elders did not know that her message channel was not blocked by the family. However, how did the huge black prison explain? ? What is the secret of the Monster Institute?

"If this is true, it will be a little scary!" An elder sighed coldly and said with dignity.

Other elders have micro-jumps and are silent.

"Awful?" Hathaway's eyebrows were slightly picked, and immediately asked: "Don't the Magic Institute use this black prison to deal with us?"

"Not without this possibility..." an elder sighed.

The patriarch coughed and interrupted him. He said to Hathaway: "You have recovered from a big injury, and you should take good care of your body first. Let's go back and discuss, let's go out first."

The elders no longer said more, turned and left with him.

Hathaway blinked and fell into thought.

Half a day later, in the West End of an intact Earl City, there is a huge building with a vast expanse of land on the surface. The underground is also hidden. There are underground bases of several tens of meters deep, such as bamboo shoots.

This is the headquarters of the Institute of Magic Materials.

"What! You said that the dragon people saw the black prison outside the wall? And is it still a dozen meters?" In one of the underground base offices, a middle-aged man with a burly body wearing a white face was surprised. Cross meat, about two meters to four meters high, temperament like a butcher, but wearing a gentle white shackles, looks a little different and weird, at this moment he stared at a pair of huge eyes, looking at a thin old man who came to report.

The thin old man stood in front of him like a chicken, heard his roaring, shivering, and said: "This news came from inside the dragon, and the injured Hathaway screamed and said."

"Impossible!" The burly middle-aged man roared: "The black prisons of our branches are still in the experimental training. How can there be a black prison of more than ten meters? This is already a complete black prison, enough to sleep inside. How can the pioneers of the waste class be cultivated at this stage!"

The thin old man looked down and didn't dare to answer.

Instead, the glamorous woman with a black-rimmed face next to the office said: "Director, is it possible that a branch secret has been cultivated, but it has not been reported, but it has been secretly sent to the outside for stocking?"

"Impossible!" The burly middle-aged man did not want to be authentic: "The cultivation of the black prison requires the corpse of eight specific monsters of the hunting level of 50 or above. The eight monsters are not precious, but we are The number of the area is scarce and difficult to capture. Even if the resources of each hospital are all concentrated together, it is impossible to cultivate one. In addition, in the process of cultivation, repeated experimental corrections are needed. With the current experimental progress, there is no later revision. Information, even if there are resources, can not be nurtured, unless there are several times, or even more than ten times the resources, it is possible to cultivate one in repeated experiments!"

"That... Is Hathaway wrong, or the Dragons deliberately released the news, intending to frame our research?" Leng Yan woman slightly frown, but she could not think of other answers.

The huge eyes of the burly middle-aged man turned slightly, and did not know what to think, but did not answer her words.

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"Barton, you said that we are embarrassed, how long will it take to end?"

On the Utto Hill at night, the stars shone, and Joseph and Barton sat on the steps on the hillside, looking at the wall-fillers at the St. Mark's Square to repair the squares all night, and smashed the grass on the ground with their hands and said in their mouths. .

Barton rolled up the pope's robes and put it on his lap. He sat on the floor with his underwear. He shook his expensive robes. He shook his head and said, "When are we winning, or... He can't stop it, it will end."

"He may not be able to block it every time." Joseph said slowly, his little face is no longer as tender as before, and there is a bit of maturity and silence. "He is like us, he is also a human being, and he is also a humble citizen. It was not easy for him to go to this step. No one helped him. We couldn’t help him. This time the enemy came, we could only watch and pray next to it..."

Barton stunned and bowed his head.

"We are his cumbersome." Joseph looked faintly, as if to state a fact.

Barton looked at him and said, "Are you going to leave him?"

"No." Joseph shook his head. "On the contrary, I am prepared not to continue to be cumbersome."

"Oh?"

"Remember that he once said that there are many kinds of strength. It is not a person with a big wrist. It is a big force." Joseph looked up at the night sky and said: "Dare to fight, it is enough, it is strength, I am going to experience it for some time." ""

"Where?" Barton asked.

"The dirtiest place," Joseph replied.

Barton groaned and looked at him for a while, no more talking.

Going to the dirtiest place is trying to dye yourself to the dirtiest person?

He didn't ask, but he knew that this was the only way to bring "power" because their wrists were small, so they could only smudge themselves, and when they were so dirty that others would not touch their hands, they would win.

This is a "strong" road for the weak.

"You stayed and continued to assist him. There are not many people around him who can trust him, but the person he trusts the most, but he can't help him, wait for me to return!" Joseph patted Barton's shoulder and said goodbye.

Barton raised his hand and punched him.

"Don't forget your heart," he said.

Joseph whispered slightly, revealing his white teeth. "If you forget, is that still a human?"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

In the shrine at the end of the square in front of the two, the lights are bright, and the temple is empty, only Du Di'an and Heilisha. Du Di'an put his head on Heilisha's legs. The cold legs made his back of the head extraordinarily cool, like a pillow on the ice, not comfortable, but he still likes to sleep like this, because of this posture, let He feels very close and very warm.

He has a handful of brief history and a wild biography. He wants to see the secrets of the demon family. It’s just that the history of the giant wall seems to erase the period of the family when the demon family appeared. After several books, I still can't find a little bit of news, just like a period of time disappeared silently in the long river of history. And through many observations, he found that the disappearing years are the thirty places where the giant wall was built. Around the year, the record of that period of time was very vague.

Among them, there are reasons mentioned in the book. At that time, the giant wall was not yet a book, so no one recorded it, but he found that it was not the case in the annals of the mature system.

"The family of the savior appears to be out of thin air, and was appointed as the guardian of the giant wall by the Queen Sylvia. Soon after the completion of the giant wall, the Queen of Sylvia soon evaporated and disappeared. It is recorded that it was going to the Kingdom of God. There is also a record of returning to the realm of the gods..." Du Dian frowned slightly, although he knew that it is difficult to understand the God of War with the information currently available, but he only wanted to know the family of the demon and the source of the blood of the demon family.

Now he is a pioneer, and he wants to continue to improve. In addition to the massive magic, it is the alternative power of blood awakening.

But he does not know whether this power is good or bad. I don't know how there is such a hidden power in the human body, and there is no such thing as the human body.

"If you can talk, how good it is..." Du Di'an closed the book and placed it on the side of the floor. He saw the magnificent face of Hai Lisha looking down at him, like an ancient sculpture, quiet. Gazing at him.