The Dark King

After hearing the words of old man Bai Hu, Hathaway recovered slowly. After a while, she suddenly thought of the black prison seen outside the giant wall. When she was about to speak about this situation, she talked to the patriarch and the elders present while observing their Complexion.

After listening to the patriarch and the elders, they looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

"Really?" the patriarch asked.

"Of course." Hathaway replied in a cold voice, at the same time there was a trace of doubt in her heart. Seeing this, her father and the elders did not know, indicating that her news channel was not blocked by the family, but just how did the huge black prison explain it? ?What hidden secrets are hidden in the Monster Research Institute?

"If this matter is true, it will be a bit scary!" An elder said lightly, breathing heavily.

The eyes of the other elders jumped slightly, silent.

"Horrible?" Hathaway raised her eyebrows and asked immediately: "Does the Monster Research Institute use this black prison to deal with us?"

"It's not without this possibility..." An elder sighed.

The patriarch coughed a little and interrupted him. He said to Hathaway: "You have recovered from the initial injury, take good care of your body first, let's talk about it later, everyone, let's go out first."

The elders said no more and turned to leave with him.

Hathaway narrowed her eyes and fell into thought.

Half a day later, in the western district of an intact earl city, here is a huge building, the land on the surface is vast and boundless, and the ground is also hidden mysteriously, there are underground bases up to tens of meters deep like bamboo shoots, and there are many forests.

This is the headquarters of the Monster Research Institute.

"What! You said that the dragon people saw the black prison outside the wall? And they are still more than a dozen meters in size?" In the office of one of the underground bases, a burly middle-aged man in a white coat was surprised. Heng Rou, about two meters, four or five meters tall, with a temperament like a butcher, but wearing a gentle white coat, which looks a little different and strange. 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 like a chicken in front of him, and he shivered when he heard his roar, saying: "The news came from within the Dragon Race, and it came out after the injured His Royal Highness Hathaway awakened."

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

The thin old man lowered his head and dared not to reply.

A cold-faced woman with a melon seed face beside the office said: "Director, is it possible that a branch was secretly nurtured, but not reported, but secretly sent to the wall for stocking?"

"Impossible!" The burly middle-aged man thought it or not: "The cultivation of the black prison requires the mixed feeding of the corpses of eight specific monsters with hunting levels above 50. Although these eight monsters are not very precious, they are not There are few in the area and it is difficult to capture. Even if all the resources of the hospitals are concentrated together, one cannot be cultivated. Moreover, during the cultivation process, it is necessary to repeat the experimental amendments. With the current experimental progress, there is no later revision. Data, even if there are resources, can not be cultivated, unless there are several times, or even a dozen times the resources, it is possible to cultivate one in repeated experiments!"

"Then... Is Hathaway misreading it, or did the Dragons deliberately release the news and intend to frame our institute?" Leng Yan woman frowned slightly, and she couldn't think of another answer.

The burly middle-aged man's huge eyes rolled slightly, not knowing what to think, but he did not answer her words again.

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"Barton, how long will it take for our battle to end?"

On the Uto Mountain at night, the stars were shining, and Joseph and Barton sat on the steps on the hillside, watching the wall builders who repaired the square all night on St. Mark's Square, and pulled the grass off the ground with his hand, said in his mouth .

Barton rolled up the pope's robe and clamped it on his lap. He sat on the ground with the bodysuit inside, not touching the dirty robe. He shook his head and said, "When will we win, or... He can’t stop it, it will end."

"He may not be able to stop every time." Joseph said slowly, his small face was no longer as immature as it was, a bit mature and quiet, "He is like us, he is also a person, and a humble origin. It’s not easy for him to get to this point. No one can help him, and we can’t help him. This time the enemy is attacking, we can only watch and pray beside the side...”

Barton slightly silent, bowed his head.

"We are his burden." Joseph's expression was blank, as if to state a fact.

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

"No." Joseph shook his head. "On the contrary, I'm going to stop being a burden."

"Oh?"

"Remember he once said that there are many kinds of strength, not people with great wrist strength, it is great strength." Joseph looked up at the night sky and said, "Dare to fight, ruthless enough, but also strength, I am going to practice for a while ."

"Where?" Barton asked.

"The dirtiest place." Joseph answered.

Patton froze, looked at him for a while, and said nothing more.

Going to the dirtiest place, do you want to dye yourself as the dirtiest person?

He didn't ask, but he knew that this was the only way to bring "power". Because their wrist strength was small, they could only get themselves dirty, so dirty that others would not dare to touch their hands, and they won.

This is a way to "strengthen" the weak.

"You stay and continue to help him. There are not many people around him who can be trusted, but the people he trusts the most, but can't help him, wait for me to return!" Joseph patted Patton's shoulder and said goodbye.

Button raised his hand and punched him.

"Don't forget your original intention." He said.

Joseph grinned slightly, showing his white teeth, "If you forget, are you still a human?"

The two laughed at each other.

In the shrine at the end of the square in front of the two, the lights were bright and the hall was empty. Only Dudian and Helissa were the two.Du Dean put his head on Helissa's legs. The cold legs made his back of the head particularly cold, like pillows on ice, it was not comfortable, but he still likes to pillow like this, because of this posture, let He felt very intimate and warm.

He has several brief history of the giant wall and wild legends on his hand. He wants to check the secrets of the demon family, but this brief history of the giant wall seems to erase the period when the demon family appeared, let him turn it over After reading several books, I still can't find any news. It seems that there has been a period of time that disappeared silently in the long river of history. Through various inspections, he found that this disappeared period is the 30th where the giant wall was built. Years or so, the records of those years are very vague.

One of the books mentioned the reason. At that time, the giant wall was first written, but it was not yet written, so no one recorded it. However, from the historical records of the mature system in the back, he found that this was not the case.

"The demon clan appeared as if out of thin air, and was appointed as the guardian of the giant wall by Queen Sylvia, but shortly after the construction of the giant wall, Queen Sylvia evaporated, disappeared, and it is recorded that he went to the kingdom of God. There is also a record that he returned to God Realm..." Du Dian frowned slightly. Although he knew it was difficult to understand the God of War with the information he currently had, he only wanted to understand the demon family and the source of blood power of the demon family.

Now that he is a pioneer, he wants to continue to ascend. In addition to the massive amount of magical jelly, it is the alternative power of blood awakening.

But he did not know whether this power was good or bad, or how there was such a power hidden in the human body, and there was no such thing in the general human body, only the talents of the Devil family.

"If you can talk, how good it should be..." Du Dean closed the book and put it on the ground beside him. His eyes looked like Helisa looked down at him like a timeless sculpture, quietly. Staring at him.