The Dark King

Hearing the word "supervisor", the middle-aged man suddenly changed color and looked at Du Dean in angrily. "Who are you?!"

In the entire outer wall area, there are very few people who know this title. Even the Lucland family he currently lives in does not know his identity. He only knows that he is a big man from the inner wall area. There are extraordinary power.

"You, are you Highness Riley?!" Prana next to him recognized the appearance of Du Dean by the glimmer of fluorite, and he was shocked. "You, why are you here? Are you missing?"

"Riley?" The middle-aged man beside him saw him and immediately said, "Do you know?"

Prana said: "Sir, His Royal Highness Riley is the best knight in our Holy See in 20 years. He has a very talented swordsmanship and was born in a noble family. However, he should have disappeared long ago. He heard that he was killed during his mission. Well, I didn't expect... Strange, isn't His Highness blond hair, why is he now black hair?" Speaking of which, his eyes were puzzled.

"People of the Holy See?" The middle-aged man was relieved when he heard his words. When he first heard Du Di'an say his true identity, he thought he was a person from the inner wall area, but did not expect it to be just a bright outer wall area. The little knight in the Holy See, what is the best in two decades... He sounds completely disdainful, no god pulp, no secret skills, no matter how clever you are, it is also the inferior!

"When I kill people, I usually don't like to be wordy." Du Dean slowly raised the dagger in his hand. "But people like you, it's too cheap to kill you with a knife. It's not terrible to die, because after death, You can’t even feel the pain, so how can you talk about fear? So only by slowly delaying your death and letting you taste your own death can you feel fear and despair!"

Speaking of which, the dark eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of malice.

The middle-aged man sneered when he heard Du Di'an's words, and said: "Knowing who I am, I dare to come to die, I advise you to confess honestly, who sent you over, you probably don't know yet, who sent you over , The purpose is to let you die? Because he did not tell you clearly, how strong I am..."

Whoosh!

A sudden breeze broke the words behind him.

Suddenly a fist came on the face and slammed into his face. With a bang, his body turned straight back, crashed on the soft bed behind him, and rolled several times.

puff!puff!

At the same time, the sound of two blades rubbing against the flesh sounded, and Prana and the young knight next to them looked startled, staring at Du Dean, his mouth slightly open, but he could not speak half a word, nourishing from the throat. Out of blood, the two fell on their backs stiffly.

The middle-aged man was lying on the bed, his head was muddled, his ears were buzzing, and there was a sense of twirling in front of him. He turned around and looked hard, but Du Dean's figure stood by the bed and looked down at him, seemingly and There is no intention to continue the attack.

He eased his breath, and the dizzy feeling immediately subsided a lot. He hurriedly put his palm on his back, leaped backwards quickly, landed on the other side of the bed, bent down and felt under the bed quickly, and quickly pulled out a bright silver war knife .

After holding the sword, he felt calm and his tinnitus and dizziness disappeared at the moment. He stared at Du Dean across from the bed. He was shocked and more at a loss. Prana didn’t say that this person was in the Holy See. A little knight?Isn’t the upper limit of the outer wall area a high-level hunter?But the strength and speed of this man just broke out, he couldn't respond!

You know, he is a junior limiter, and he has mastered the battle secrets taught by the two monasteries. Fighting with the same rank has always been a rare defeat. But just now, he lost in one face!

And the loss is complete, if this person just attacked a weapon, then he is dead now!

Although he was careless, it was beyond the speed of his reaction, but it was never achieved by the hunter, even the extremely rare rare magic marks!

Du Dian looked at him indifferently, his still body flashed suddenly, and the rapid movement made the middle-aged man's eyelids jump, and he could barely see a blurry light and shadow. The light formed a shield that covered him in front of him.

Suddenly, he had a pain in his feet, as if hit by a hard steel rod, his body instantly became unbalanced and collapsed.

One of his hearts also cooled down, and there was a gap in the dense knife light. He raised his other hand to support the ground and stabilize the body, but a sudden light suddenly shot straight from the messy knife light gap, hitting On his chest.

There was a sudden pain in his heart, and his back hit the wooden floor hard. All this said slowly, but it all ended in seconds.

When the severe pain in the chest came, the middle-aged man was about to fight back with pain, and felt that the right hand holding the knife was pinched by a cold palm. It was not a palm but a cold ice.

With a click, the skeletal joints of the wrist were twisted dislocated, and he roared with pain and raised his other hand to smash it.

However, the other hand had just been lifted, and he was also strangled by a strong palm. Before he could break free, a sudden pain came and his left hand was dislocated.

"You like children, let you become a child." Du Di'an's indifferent voice came out calmly, without a trace of tremor. It seemed that after the violent battle that erupted at this moment, there was still some power.

The middle-aged man hadn't reacted to what this meant, and he felt his feet were pinched. The next moment, he suddenly understood.

A sound of crisp and powerful bone fragmentation sounded like bamboo cracks, and the sudden pain from the instant made the middle-aged people scream, but just after the sound was screamed, something was stuffed into his mouth, and it suddenly became a squeak. .

In a blink of an eye, Du Dean folded his limbs back into a cross. He sat on his folded hands and feet, looked at the back of the middle-aged man exposed under the hips, and drew it gently with the dagger. With a little pressure on his ears, one of the middle-aged men's ears was cut off, and blood was flowing like water. The pain was trembling all over his body, and he cried.

"Originally you can enjoy the treatment of dying, there is no pain." Du Dean drew a scar on his face, neck and neck with a dagger, and from time to time stabbed the dagger on the blood of these scars, said indifferently: "But You are wrong, killing people needlessly. You have to know that people live in groups, so other people are a kind of resource, but it is foolish that you waste such precious resources needlessly!"

The middle-aged people were so distorted that their facial features were twisted together and they yelled.

Du Dean turned his dagger and cut all parts of his body quickly, cutting off pieces of his broken hands and feet, and one of his arms was cut to reveal bones. More than ten minutes later, he ended his middle-aged man's life with a knife.

When he got up, the five children in the big bed shrank to a corner in shock, shaking with trembling.

Du Dian glanced at the fears of these children, as if to himself, and whispered: "In your opinion, I am no different from him, am I?"

The five children just looked at him in horror, and the girl who had previously bitten her lips and cried, was too scared to cry.

"Maybe a little different." Du Dean saw their expressions and said to himself: "A little more terrifying." He put on his hood again, but only covered his hair, and then walked around the bed and opened the door and walked out. room.

When he tortured this middle-aged man, he always used heat to visually observe the outside of the room. The reason why he ended the torture of the middle-aged man was also because he saw the opportunity to leave.

After stepping out of the door, he did not walk a few steps. When he passed a fork, he met two noble young men with blond hair. The two had some alcohol but were not drunk.

Du Dian deliberately walked between the two of them, knocking their shoulders apart.

The two were hit with some pain, and Du Dean, who was walking towards the front with a dull head, screamed angrily: "Stick boy, stop, how do you walk, are you blind?"

Du Dean turned his head and glanced, the faint fluorite on the wall shone on his face.The two aristocratic youths were about to scold, and when they saw Du Di'an's face, they were startled. He saw Du Di'an's face stained with spattered blood, and with a pair of cold eyes, they suddenly felt a cold cold. Qi rushed straight from the soles of the feet.

Du Dian glanced away and turned away quickly.

The two young men stared at Du Dean's back in disappointment and disappeared into the passageway. Then they looked at each other slowly, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

In the castle, Ruckland-Ster frowned, but he did not expect Plana to come back. He immediately called the housekeeper, and just wanted him to send someone to call it again. Suddenly, there was a hurry running outside. The armor was crying.

"Sir, there's something wrong with the underground!" A knight wearing a heavy armor specially made by the Rukland family hurriedly ran, said: "There is news from the person who has just stayed underground, Mr. Prana and the adult, they, they died. In the room!"

"What?" Ruckland-Stewart froze.