The Dark King

A gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the hall, and the curtains were flapping and dancing. A sudden burst of purple electricity suddenly hit the golden light. With a bang, the golden light collapsed, revealing Richelieu's figure. His face was horrified. White and slender arms clasped, and the sharp palms of his nails penetrated deeply into his gorgeous gold-lined robe, restraining his arms, and the strong impulse drove his body, rushing back quickly.

With a loud bang, Richelieu's body hit the metal pillar on the edge of the bed at the rear. The entire pillar was instantly recessed, and his back pressed hard against it, completely suppressed.

Roar!

A low, beast-like roar came, and Richelieu only saw a pair of pure black pupils approaching with fierceness, with a chill, and seemed to be swallowed by inexplicable power in the next moment.

"No!" His mind fell into despair for a moment, and he could only watch in horror. All this came too quickly, so he was caught off guard and too late.

Ding Dong!

There was a faint sound of metal bells.

The astonishing oppression came to an abrupt end and returned to normal, but only the tingling from his shoulder made Richelieu wake up instantly. His first reaction was to immediately take action and fight back with the greatest force to bring terror The shadow figure.But with his arm slightly raised, he felt an indescribable heartache and a pain came from his arm. It was like a cramp, and the pain instantly lost consciousness.

His raised arm froze suddenly, and the pain gave him a bit of unbearable pain. This was not that he could not endure hardship, but that the pain on his arm was completely beyond his tolerance range, and it was more pain than the arm was cut off. Ten times stronger!

Ding Dong!

The metal bell sounded again, but it was different from the previous bell sound, this time it was shaking several times.

With a whine, Richelieu only noticed that a strong wind was rolling in front of him, his body was loose, and the pain on his shoulder was instantly relieved. At the same time, the mysterious woman who restrained him also withdrew and retreated, the speed of departure was so fast He was hard to see, and he seemed to have taken away all his body temperature, giving him an indescribable coolness and throbbing.

When he looked anxiously, he saw that the mysterious woman had returned to Du Dean, still as before, like a servant's follower, and like a close friend, standing quietly beside the teenager without a sound, it seemed It stood there from beginning to end, without moving too much.

Richelieu's arm has returned to normal, and the strange, twisted pain has returned to normal pain, so that he can bear it, so that he did not feel the pain at all, and looked at the teenager with shocked face, and next to him Mysterious woman, the shock in her heart has reached an inexhaustible level, he could not have imagined that this woman, who has never been silent like a killer, will have such terrifying power!

Just one move, he completely suppressed him!

And... if it were not for her to retreat in time, he felt that he might have died.

This is the power that completely overwhelms him, and it is far beyond his imagination. The most basic speed and power alone make him unable to react and resist!

"Master Speaker, can you talk about it now?" Du Dean looked at him indifferently.

When Richelieu heard his words, he gradually calmed down. Even if he was not happy, he had a complex emotion in his eyes. He had not been eager to call for help before. The main reason was that he used his own power with confidence. Can solve Du Dean. After all, if he can't beat his opponent, looking at the entire outer wall area, it is estimated that no one can cope with it.

However, the instant confrontation just broke all the confidence and confidence in his heart!

"You have such a strong power, what else do we have to talk about?" Richeliu clenched his palm slightly and said bitterly.

Du Dian said indifferently: "I am different from you. You are a respectable person. I can give you an equal opportunity to communicate."

Richelieu was slightly stunned. He looked up at the teenager and saw his calm expression. He suddenly felt an unspeakable mood. He smiled slightly and said, "You can defeat me and force me to do whatever you want." Why do you tell me so much about the things you do?"

Du Dian looked at him and said, "If someone asks you this way, it's justifiable, but it's a bit too weird, Pope Lord, to ask this question?"

Richelieu froze for a moment, and soon realized the meaning of what he said, and suddenly understood the reason why Du Dean said so much, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart, "Do you really want me to be loyal to you?"

"Aren't you willing?" Du Di'an looked at him quietly and said: "Hands can only be taken by mouth, but mouths can make people convinced. Since ancient times, the power of speech has often surpassed thousands of swords, but unfortunately , But all verbal communication needs to be established on the basis of equal fists, which is like a theory."

Richelieu was shocked in his heart, he had to say that these words made sense, at least he was at this age, he could not say such a thing, this young man, besides strength, was more terrible, it seemed to be his heart, his wisdom!

"You are really smart," he said silently for a moment, "It seems that all of us have looked down on you before, a person who has the power but only knows how to serve people with power, is a reckless man, after all, A person like you who has strength but does not use it easily shows that understanding of "power" is deeper and farther than ordinary people. If this era is better, you can indeed achieve an extraordinary career!"

He said very seriously, because these words are his true feelings.

Du Dian said calmly: "I like it, since you also despise me, then it is time to make your choice, I hope you can make a smart choice."

Richelieu was silent, and after a long time, he said: "If I surrender to you, would you dare to use me? Are you not afraid that I will come down pretendingly and then betray you with fake information?"

"I have my own way," Du Dean said calmly.

Richelieu gave him a deep look. The young man's chest had a sense of enthusiasm, which made him feel a little bit at the same time. At the same time, he felt a trace of jealousy and luck. He was jealous of this age, but he had the mentality not to lose to himself. Such a character was not born in the same era as himself. Otherwise, his pope's life for so many years may not be stable.

"I don't seem to have a choice. I'm willing to be loyal to you, as long as you believe me." Richelieu narrowed his eyes.

"Very good." Du Dian clapped his hands, but still no smile on the surface, calmly said: "People who are funny, always cute, now give you the first task, prepare to give way, I need to within seven days , You will give the position of the pope to my cronies."

Richeliu sank in his heart and frowned, "Don't you believe me?"

"I believe." Du Dian said: "I believe you will listen to me."

Richelieu was speechless and was speechless. After a while, he said: "I obey your orders, what can I get? After giving way, should you get rid of me?"

"You look too low on me." Du Dian said: "All people who are loyal to me, as long as they do not betray me, they will not betrayed by me, this is my code of conduct! In addition, if I really want to get the pope You can get the position even if you kill you now. I just have to conquer all the elders of your elder group and let them elect one person. I believe that even if the chosen person is an unknown trainee , Can be ascended to the pope's throne in one step, and no civilians have objections.

"After all, any curriculum vitae and deeds can be shaped. As long as there is a credible person to testify, it is the best evidence, isn't it?"

Richelieu's face changed slightly, and he felt a trace of coolness in his heart. He knew that Du Di'an was right. If he really conquered the entire elder regiment, his pope's existence would be equivalent to nothing, and with Du Di'an's power. It is entirely possible to do this, but it will be a little troublesome.

"You follow me, and in the near future, my great cause will be completed. Your position will no longer be just a little pope on the outer wall of the district. Even if you want to be the dean of the monastery, it may not be impossible." Du Dean throws out Sweet fruit, said: "But before this, you have to be wronged for some time, I hope you can understand, and hope you can cooperate."

Richelieu's face changed, he knew that once this step was taken, there was no turning back, and his heart was tragic and dazed. Once upon a time, he stood at the highest point, overlooking the civilian aristocracy in the outer wall area, but now he is coerced. There is no choice but to become a vassal.

"I know." Richey sighed inwardly and said slowly, there was a trace of helplessness and vicissitudes in his voice.

Du Di'an said: "During the period of giving way, you can no longer live here. I will take you to a new place. All your instructions and instructions will be communicated there to the Holy See."

Richelieu was slightly stunned, and he immediately understood that Du Dian was preparing for his secret betrayal and wanted to isolate him from contact with other members of the Holy See. Obviously, Du Di'an said the "own method" was this.

"I know." He said nothing and agreed to come down.

Du Di'an nodded slightly and said, "Now, you are going to leave a hand oracle. The content of the oracle is that you have suffered an assassin tonight and you are seriously injured and need to concentrate on convalescence."

"Encountered assassin?" When Richelieu heard this, Du Dean was bold and suddenly reported his whereabouts. He suddenly noticed the corpse on the ground and couldn't help but change his face slightly. Most of the "assassin" Du Dean said was him, so At the same time, it can also explain the smell and corpses left by his death here, but also lay a foreshadowing for the things that make way behind...

Thinking of this, he felt a little throbbing in his heart, and suddenly felt a sense of involuntary self.