The Dark King

Mount Santa Lucia, the headquarters of the Monster Institute.

A dark mountain road winds like a snake, leading straight to the top of the mountain. On the square at the top of the mountain, there are sculptures of all kinds of monstrous monsters, like a different world, many of which can see some familiar monsters, such as the splitter, the dragon, the bat sound. Legendary monsters, such as those, have different postures and come to life. They look down on the mountain road outside the square. Anyone who comes here from the mountain road will have a terrifying feeling of being stared at by many monsters.

Behind these grim monster sculptures, there is a dark building. No matter how bright the sunny day is, it is gloomy and dead. All the light seems to be absorbed by the sculptures on the square, leaving only the gloomy.

In one of the buildings, books are piled up. This is the library at the headquarters of the Monster Institute and the place where the director stays all the year round. It is more like an office than a parliament hall.

"Director, a letter from the palace." A shadow in a dark purple robe and a silver-grey hood came quietly to the basement floor of the library and whispered in front of a curved book table four to five meters long.

Sitting on the desk was an old man with silver hair, wearing a brown scholar robe, reading glasses, and holding a book with a dark red cover in his hand. The book had a string of letters on it, and Du Dian would recognize it if he saw it. This is the English of the old age, and the silver-haired old man is now frowning attentively through the book, as if reading the content inside.

Hearing the words, the old man with silver hair raised his head, glanced at the shadow, and took over the letterhead he handed. This letterhead was in the form of a secret letter. He twisted the paint and shook the letterpaper to read it, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. The color, "Is the palace attacked?"

The person shrouded in the shadows whispered: "I just got the news, the palace was attacked, now the news is unknown in the palace, the invaders are staying inside, the Ullita temple is missing, this letter is letting Let's go to reinforce?"

"It turns out that." The old silver-haired man flicked his fingers, sandwiched the letter paper, and handed it to the torch beside it to burn it to ashes. "The letter did not come from His Royal Highness, but from the person who attacked the palace, saying that His Highness colluded outside the wall. The invader who caused the corpse, the loss of the god's corpse was planned by the court, oh, this person has a thick skin, and as soon as he drove away the little Ulita, she was convicted and let us cooperate with the capture."

The shadow was slightly stunned, and seemed to be relieved, "In this way, the people who attacked the palace were not invaders who robbed the corpse of the gods. I didn't expect anyone to take advantage of the fire. Director, are we going to help His Royal Highness Ulita get rid of this person? ?"

The silver-haired old man put down the book in his hand and pondered: "In the palace, Commander Amos and Little Ulita are sitting in town. Both of them are masters of the inner wasteland. This man can defeat them and make Little Ulita difficult to match. The explanation is also a relatively difficult master of the inner wasteland. If the magic mark of Little Ulita's "light chaser" is ranked in our Sylvia wall, it is estimated that it can be tied with the dragon, who can beat her, at least. It is also the level of the dragon mother who does not excite the power of the ice demon. With the current power in our place, I can't do anything if I want to help."

Shadow came to understand and nodded, "This man has been dormant for a long time. It happened just when we competed with the invader for the weakest time. The outbreak was difficult. It should have been a long time to prepare. Really a damn villain!"

The silver-haired old man hummed and said indifferently: "But because of his despicableness, he has succeeded now. We don't need to worry about this. The intruder is probably still lurking here. From the success of the last lure plan, we can see that these The invaders will not give up on this. They should revenge and kill the people here. This is the most troublesome thing."

Shadows stayed a bit, "They haven't left yet? How is it possible, but after more than a month, they haven't heard anything at all, aren't they in a hurry to go back to life?"

"If they have taken the corpse away, it is estimated that they will not be so peaceful in the next few days." The silver-haired old man said something, and suddenly thought of something, said: "It is estimated that it will not take long for His Highness to come here for help, I will I don’t see her anymore. This baby has been spoiled for me since I was a child. I’m not good at refusing her face to face. Let’s just go and let her wait for her father to come back and rest here temporarily.”

Shadow nodded and said doubtfully: "Director, since you know that they have not left, why don't we take this opportunity to recapture the god corpse from their hands?"

"It's too difficult." The silver-haired old man sighed and said: "We have done our best, let the rest be handed to fate. If it is not possible, let the Kingdom of God send another one, just in the middle of the day, we have to eat It's bitter."

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The royal secrets spread throughout the aristocratic territories that live in various cities. Now that the corpse has subsided, the secret senders are the limiters. The speed of the communication is extremely fast, and the news can be spread to all nobles in just half a day.

"Du Di'an? Who dare to claim to be the wall master?"

"It's ridiculous to ask us to help the High Princess Wanted!"

"His Highness colluded with the intruder to steal the corpse? Ha ha, nonsense!"

"This person's surname is quite strange. It seems that there is no surname in the three demon clan families. He can send the message with the royal secret letter. It should have controlled the palace. According to the letter, the owner of the palace is now unknown, princess. Your Highness has been brave and warlike since childhood, and at a young age, he has been able to sit on par with those old fellows of the Demon Family, but he can’t help this person, strange!"

The nobles in each city received the secret letter, and they all blasted the pot. They contacted each other for a while to confirm the authenticity of the message. They quickly unified the source of information and shared the intelligence network of the earl in the city. The latest information in the palace was obtained. News.

When the news came back, the nobles were again in an uproar, and did not expect that the palace was actually occupied by people without knowing the ghosts, and that the high-ranking princess of the palace was now a wanted criminal!

Even on the streets and alleys of the Wangcheng, the army has posted wanted notices!

It was all too sudden, too fast, and all the nobles felt like they had a dream.

"Let me go to the succession ceremony? Huh, delusion!"

"Go check it out. What is this person named Du Dean, and where did it come from?"

Time flies and three days pass in an instant.

In the palace, Du Dean had breakfast in a warmly decorated and luxurious restaurant. He estimated the time. The buffer time for these people should be almost the same. It is time for them to show their own attitudes.

"The Monster Research Institute hasn't written back yet. It should be ignored. Since you chose to wait and see, let you take a good look." Du Dean walked out of the palace accompanied by Saul, looking at the thousand steps ahead, although the body above It has been treated, but there is still a thick bloody smell between the gaps of the steps.