The raging murderous intent was released from Gray's body, with clear intentions and no concealment. He seemed to have turned into a human-shaped weapon at this moment, ready to unsheath and kill the enemy at any time.
Such bone-chilling murderous intent only lasted for a brief moment. Gray calmed down and stared intently at the silver mask. Complex emotions flashed across his eyes, and huge waves were already rising in his heart.
Jamon's betrayal, Milansa's death, Gray's angry revenge, and his pursuit of the truth after confusion...
Gray knew the identity behind that silver mask, and that was the answer he exchanged for his soul.
He had fantasized about the confrontation with him countless times, but in these countless fantasies, Gray never knew how to face it. But today, at this ordinary moment, he saw the Shadow King.
Face to face.
After the killing intent and anger, Gray's mind went blank. He didn't know what to say, let alone what to do.
Swinging a sword? I should be killed the moment I do it. After all, the third seat is right next to me. He is the real defender. It should be easy to crush myself as a believer.
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What about letting go of the sword hilt? Can you really do it?
Milansha's death was due to Jamon's betrayal, and it was also because of this group of people that she was reduced to what she is today...
The contradictory and complex emotions were like countless sharp knives cutting repeatedly. Gray felt the pain in his mind, and he almost fainted.
In the end, Gray calmed down and tightened his muscles to prevent himself from showing any flaws.
"Was it the king's secret sword?"
The Shadow King raised his head and looked at Gray, and his eyes fell on the Blood Shift Sword behind Gray, which was Jamon's secret sword.
Recalling the cold killing intent just now, which was undisguised and pure hatred, the Shadow King had already roughly guessed Gray's past in his mind.
"Jia Meng said that there was a king's secret sword who escaped his assassination, and he was also a sublimation master, so we didn't pay too much attention to it."
In Oath City Opus, a mortally wounded King's Secret Sword would not live long. The Shadow King guessed that he would be discovered by the Bureau of Order, or die in a dark alley, but he only forgot
Well, in this city, everyone has the last dark choice.
devil.
"So...Did Jameng die in your hands?" Shadow King continued, "It should be a hearty revenge."
"shut up."
The voice was forced out of Gray's teeth. This was a bad encounter, and he was not prepared for it.
The Shadow King looked at the smiling tyrant, and he pointed his finger at the hateful devil, "Did you do this on purpose? If I don't agree to your request, you will direct his hatred towards me."
"How is that possible? I'm just introducing our big client to my loyal servant."
The tyrant continued his disgusting laughter.
The laughter stopped suddenly, and the tyrant's expression became cold, "I rarely treat my customers like this. As a businessman, this kind of small means is a bit too rude."
The Tyrant was not surprised that the Shadow King could easily guess his intentions. He just wanted to use Gray to put pressure on the Shadow King to achieve what he wanted.
"Have greedy thoughts overwhelmed your reason?"
The Shadow King's voice was unhurried, and he looked calm even when facing the devil.
The tyrant said, "After all, I am a greedy devil."
"The power of the King's Shield Guard is far from comparable to that of the Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword. And you, I know your past, and I know what you want to take revenge on.
But can you really do it now?"
The tyrant continued to seduce the Shadow King, "This attack will not change anything. Negotiations will still continue. Whether it is success or failure, you will not be able to obtain Xilin's body.
Your revenge is far away, and your time is running out."
The tyrant could sense that the shadow king's body was filled with the decaying aura of death. He had died many years ago, but he relied on various means to survive with difficulty.
"Gnaw the flesh and blood of the evils of this world, use that twisted and cruel way to prevent the decay of the body, and then use that weird protection to steal other people's soul fragments to maintain your own broken soul..."
The tyrant pressed forward step by step, mocking the Shadow King.
"Oh, by the way," he stamped his foot, "that monster, but you are the enemy's pet, are you just trying to survive with the enemy's power?"
The Shadow King was silent for a long time this time. A short laugh sounded under his silver mask, and he shook his head.
"It's so rude, tyrant, you are a little too anxious."
The Shadow King continued, "About him... I'm just a pawn to achieve his goal. As for what he wants to do, I don't know. It's up to you to believe it or not."
"But I can see that you are afraid of him. You don't know what he is planning, but you know that the conspiracy lurking in the dark will definitely shake your existence."
The Shadow King stared at the tyrant, "You no longer have confidence in the outcome of this dispute, do you?"
The Tyrant did not expect that he would be ridiculed by the Shadow King in turn. He smelled moist vapor, and there was a faint sound of water flowing past, as if there were invisible fish swimming around the Shadow King.
"He needs me, and you also need me. From this point of view, our interests are consistent. After all, you don't want to sit back and watch the Scarlet Matron's power develop and grow like that."
The Shadow King put his hand on his chest, his voice unwavering.
"Whether it's you, him, or the Bureau of Order, you all have your own considerations. You are afraid of losing your own strength, so you hesitate. But I am different. I will not hesitate like you, because my mission in life is to destroy her.
!
Can you understand this? It’s not that I need you, but that you need me.”
The Shadow King's voice became hoarse, like a wounded beast that was still full of rage.
"It is you who need my returned, crazy sword to fight and fight for you."
This time, the tyrant was silent. He could not refute the Shadow King's words. Compared with the conspiracy hidden in the shadows, the increasingly powerful Scarlet Matron was the threat on the surface. Judging from her superficial strength, she
He is already the most powerful among many blood relatives.
As for Belphegor, who stood behind the Bureau of Order, he could not dominate the will of the Bureau of Order.
The tyrant carefully calculated the gains and losses. He began to think about how to choose in order to maximize his own interests in this incident. After countless possible deductions, he got the only answer.
The tyrant regrouped, showing no trace of the devil's arrogance, but directly said to the Shadow King, "Sorry, I was too greedy this time."
"I will continue to support you, Shadow King, no matter whether you can take back Xilin's body or not, no matter whether you can do what you promised."
At present, the purpose of all parties is still unclear, especially the guy standing behind Shadow King and Boluogo, who is feared by the tyrants.
In this case, the best solution the tyrant thought of was to make the situation more chaotic and drag more and more people into the quagmire of war, while he would seek opportunities to gain the greatest benefit.
The tyrant has done this kind of thing many times, and he couldn't be better at it.
"A new batch of alchemy weapons from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce are on their way. As for the plague of decline you want..."
The tyrant paused for a moment, then replaced his next words with terrifying laughter.
There is no need for the Shadow King to pay anything, as long as what the Shadow King does is in his own interests.
Gray's hand suddenly waved uncontrollably, and scarlet scars split open out of thin air. The tyrant didn't show any nostalgia, turned around and stepped into the winding path, followed by Gray. After a burst of creeping red light, the two disappeared.
here.
The Shadow King stared at the position where the two people left. He sighed deeply, his heart filled with exhaustion.
The third person supported the Shadow King, and it was at this moment that he finally had the opportunity to ask the Shadow King about the results of his actions, "What is Nathaniel's attitude?"
"He rejected me," Shadow King said, "It was expected."
The goal of borrowing the Silent Legion to raid this time is not to prevent negotiations at all, but to have the Shadow King hold talks with Nethaniel while avoiding the eyes of many parties. This is why, in the closed building, there is that person.
Block off the room from all prying eyes.
The Shadow King must hide the King's Secret Sword and the Tyrant, and he is never prepared to commit himself to anyone.
The third seat said, "Then what should we do? Do we really have to rely entirely on the tyrants?"
Among the devils, the Tyrant is the one who communicates best. Because he communicates so well and is so familiar with human beings, this devil becomes difficult to figure out.
"No, Nathaniel's attitude is not important."
The Shadow King shook his head and whispered the true purpose of his trip.
"What matters is the decision-making room."
Nathaniel will not hide his negotiations from the decision-making room. The Shadow King believes that the decision-making room will make the wisest decision.
Conveying one's intentions to the decision-making room is the purpose of the Shadow King.
…
After the scarlet light extinguished, Gray returned to the dark and narrow living room. The tyrant was sitting on the sofa as always, but this time he did not watch TV, but lowered his head and meditated.
"What on earth are you planning?"
The clumsy and weird diving suit came to the tyrant's mind.
Since the fall of the Holy City, that man has been wearing this strange garment, sealing his form and thoughts into it.
Over the years, not only have there been few traces of the Tyrant's astronauts, he has not even been found in his earthly land, let alone any organization that believes in astronauts.
Shadow King and Bologo are the only two people discovered by the tyrants over the years who are related to the astronauts. They are both under the protection of the astronauts and are the astronauts' debtors.
There are two debtors walking in the world, but their identities are still so important, which inevitably makes the tyrant wary.
In the past, the tyrant's reaction would not have been so strong, but as the dispute approached, the negotiations on the King's Secret Sword, the rise of the Shadow King and other events, he could not help but pay attention to the changes in the world.
Of course, what really made the tyrant uneasy was the intelligence that came from the Desire Witch not long ago.
The dispute between Asmodeus and Belphegor has been going on for a long time, and the tyrant entrenched in the Great Rift is very aware of this. Not long ago, the two sides launched a series of extraordinary conflicts, which even triggered a reality-shattering incident.
.
This incident finally ended with the victory of the Bureau of Order. Asmodeus suddenly disappeared after the incident, and the Happy Park drove away from the tyrant's sight and disappeared.
Not appropriate.
The tyrant is familiar with Asmodeus's temperament. Now that she has finally gained some power, how can she endure it? Even if she can endure it, how can Belphegor stop his revenge on her?
Unless something happens in this series of conflicts.
The tyrant couldn't figure it out clearly. He was a greedy guy, and his servants were mainly focused on amassing wealth. They were far inferior to others in penetrating intelligence. Moreover, his years of comfort had allowed him to sink into the Great Rift for too long.
.
Apart from these disturbing mysteries, one important thing has become extremely clear at this moment.
The Bureau of Order obtained the original object.
The Tyrant doesn't know how the Bureau of Order's research on things in the distance is progressing, but thinking of the worst, it won't be long before they discover the truth about the world... maybe they have already discovered it.
"The conflict is not only approaching, it is also advancing..."
The tyrant murmured to himself. He had a premonition that the blood he was immersed in was heating up little by little and became hot.
"You took advantage of me."
An indifferent voice sounded in the darkness, Gray leaned in the corner, the Blood Shifting Sword was placed aside by him, and the exquisite Silent Sword was held in his arms, and he carefully wiped the blade with the cloth of his cuffs.
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Gray treasured this secret sword very much. During the time he served the tyrant, he had been using the Bloodshift Sword to fight. The tyrant had never seen him pull out the Silent Sword.
The tyrant said unceremoniously, "You are just one of my chess pieces, what's the problem?"
Gray still has some value to him. The tyrant has always been very patient with these people who have value, but this patience will be consumed as the value depreciates.
The tyrant took a long breath. Should he be called the King of Shadows? Even words could not gain him any advantage. A slight sense of frustration arose, but this would not affect the tyrant's actions.
The most important thing for a businessman is to be trustworthy.
"Tell me...what do you think? Gray."
The tyrant thought of something interesting. He liked to see a person wandering and struggling at the border.
His strange eyes fell on Gray, and his evil will was released without reservation.
"Even if I don't use you, what will you do?" The tyrant asked, "Now that you have met the Shadow King, as I said at the beginning, should you fight for him or... kill him."
Gray's movement of wiping the sword blade stopped, and he couldn't help but clench his hands tightly. The cold metal cut his skin, and the gurgling blood stained the silver-white sword blade red.
His chest rose and fell violently several times before he calmed down and his eyes were as calm as water again.
"No matter what decision I make, I don't have the power to implement it."
Gray was very aware of his own weakness. Even if he swung his sword at the Shadow King just now, no matter what, the moment he drew his sword, a third storm-like attack would come.
The tyrant grasped the key, "Do you want power?"
Gray shook his head, "I have nothing more to give you."
Power, such an alluring thing.
Gray thought of something and asked, "As a devil, where is your protection?"
Each devil has its own protection, and the effect of the protection is often as powerful as the secret energy. However, unlike the secret energy, the protection has unimaginable side effects, which can also be called a curse.
Eternal labor keeps the protected ones clear-headed and never be deceived by hallucinations, but it also makes them run around all their lives, making it difficult for them to rest and rest until they become numb and collapse from endless exhaustion.
Bloodthirsty recovery allows the protected person to devour flesh and blood to obtain a powerful, near-immortal body. However, during long periods of eating, they will become more and more hungry. Even if their internal organs are burst, they will not be able to feel full at all.
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Nie Chao Welfare can convert strong emotional ups and downs into ether, but as the pleasure threshold is constantly refreshed, what the protected person ends up with is a numb heart, and the desire to inflict cruel atrocities on himself in order to gain greater pleasure.
Twisted will.
Gray knew these terrible costs, but in the face of real power, few people could refuse it.
"Oh? You want my protection."
The Tyrant's eyes lit up, as if no one had prayed for his protection for a long time.
"My protection is not that easy to get."
"Is it because it's expensive?"
The tyrant frowned and thought for a moment, "It's not the price. In fact, the price of my protection is very small. It's just that the competition is a bit fierce."
Gray didn't understand what the tyrant meant. At this moment, the tyrant suddenly stood up and came to Gray, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Gray's chest.
"Blessed protection, greedy and independent guarding."
The evil words told those horrifying and weird sentences. In a trance, the tyrant seemed to have lost his human form and turned into something indescribable. It was a twisted posture that could be observed beyond human senses.
"This protection is very simple. I will give the protected person a huge ether pool. You can freely draw power from it. As long as you are willing, you can always use your ether reaction to transcend your level and rival the glory.
Those who can even reach infinitely...the crowned one."
Gray's breathing became heavy, and he felt that his blood was getting hot.
"But this power is not perfect. The total amount of the ether pool is fixed. For every additional protected person, they will take away one more point of the power of the ether pool. At first, you can easily obtain the power of the Glorious One.
, but soon, as the number of protected persons increases, this power begins to become thinner, and in the end, the average power in your hands is not even that of a condenser."
Gray vaguely guessed what the price would be.
"greedy."
The tyrant said happily.
"I have had many protected persons in the past. In order to share more power, they began to fight each other. With each less protected person, they can gain more power, and this is what I protect.
the price required.
Yes! How can such greedy people allow themselves to share this power with others?"
Footsteps sounded from outside the door. Someone was coming. His steps were heavy, and Gray could hear the sound of metal friction.
"After thousands of years of fighting, there was a protected person who killed all his competitors and completely enjoyed my protection."
The door opened, and the Silent Man, wearing pitch-black armor, stood in front of the two of them. The murderous intent that was almost solidified brushed Gray's cheek, and he felt that his skin was covered with wounds.
"Sorry, Gray, it's not that I don't want to give you protection."
The tyrant said helplessly, "If I grant you protection, you will be killed by him the moment you gain strength."
"So you understand?"
Gray stared at the silent figure. It was not until this moment that he understood how the Silent Legion and the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce were connected. They both belonged to the same devil.
One is responsible for selling war, and the other is responsible for starting war.
The tyrant was an excellent businessman, a war merchant stained with blood.