The King's Secret Swordsmen, headed by Red Dog, were standing on the edge of the industrial area, looking from a distance. The hatred accumulated due to the secret war, Red Dog was not surprised by the arrangement of the Bureau of Order. When the Silent Legion invaded, he
There was no reaction, everything was as he expected.
Hong Quan murmured, "Sure enough, they still didn't die in the second seat."
During the Secret War, the second faction took the initiative, raided the settlement, and launched a brutal secret war. On the surface, the first faction did not send troops, but after Xilin died in battle and in the middle of the secret war, the red dog was secretly captured.
Sent over.
At that time, Red Dog's mission was the same as that of the second faction who fought desperately. They all wanted to snatch Xilin's body, or to be precise, to obtain Xilin's powerful power to control all things.
With the victory of the Order Bureau, Red Dog thought that the battle for the body would be over, but he did not expect that it would still continue after so many years.
"What's the use of grabbing it?" Red Dog said to himself, "That's not a power we can control."
Just like the doubts guessed by Church and Ivan, Red Dog has realized this problem very early. Under the suppression of the first seat, it is already extremely difficult for the second seat to gather the resources for Xilin to be promoted to the Glory One.
, how did he develop such a terrifying alchemical matrix?
With the help of external forces? The Monks of Truth? That group of fanatical seekers of knowledge does have such a business, but if they had such power, the Monks of Truth would have become the largest warmongers in the world. How could they endure the oppression of other forces?
Woolen cloth?
If it's not them, then there's only one answer.
Thinking of such a possibility, Red Dog seemed a little melancholy. He was a battle-hardened defender and held a high position in the sixth position, but no matter how many honors he had, he was still an insignificant pawn on the chessboard.
At this moment, Red Dog only had awe and fear in his heart, as well as the powerlessness and despair of being unable to control his own destiny in this cruel world.
But...who can control their own destiny?
Red Dog often comforts himself like this, even if the seemingly omnipotent devil is not a prisoner in another sense?
A smile bloomed on the melancholy face. In such a crazy and disorderly world, maintaining a playful attitude is the only relief.
Meaningless.
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The Shadow King closed the door, pieced together the blocking metal, and completely sealed the entire space. Through the dual protection of the virtual domain and the blocking metal, Nathaniel was sure that no one would know about the conversation that took place here.
"The Army of the Speechless...is it really Mammon's work?"
Nathaniel was not in a hurry to talk about the main topic and started to make side remarks.
"We have speculated before that the characteristics of the Silent Legion are very similar to Mammon. As long as they pay enough commissions, they will do anything... What's more, the only devil you can come into contact with is Mammon."
"I hate the devil, but among the devils, mammon is rare and not so disgusting."
The Shadow King said these words sincerely. Compared with the devils he had come into contact with, Mammon did not behave like a devil, but a slightly greedy businessman.
Everyone likes clearly marked prices.
He confirmed that he was connected with Mammon, but did not explain the part about the Legion of the Silent Ones. He interrupted, "As for the Legion of the Silent Legion, they have nothing to do with the conversation."
There is no need for the Shadow King to answer. Nathaniel has already guessed a lot. There are winners and losers in the disputes between devils, but there is always one devil who maintains a neutral position and makes money crazily like a warmonger.
"Then let's get back to the point."
Nathaniel sat up straight. In comparison, he was much taller than the rickety Shadow King, like a giant bear.
"What does the King's Shield Guard want?"
"Xilin's body."
With the expected answer, Nathaniel continued to ask.
"What's the price?"
There is a price, everything has a price. Shadow King knew this very well. He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking or recalling. Many scenes flashed back in front of his eyes, and he said sonorously and forcefully.
"The price is that we will fight for you."
"oh?"
This answer was beyond Nathaniel's expectations, and he became interested.
"continue."
"The King's Secret Sword, the King of Terror, and the devil behind them... the Scarlet Matron.
I will declare war on them, on all of them, until we are completely destroyed."
The Shadow King clenched his fists, and his calm heart became furious. Nathaniel could feel the anger in this thin body that was enough to burn his soul. Witnessing the anger, Nathaniel believed that the Shadow King was not lying.
"Not enough, this is not enough," Nathaniel shook his head, "I have heard too many words about revenge, don't think this can move me."
"I need something... more practical."
Nathaniel's eyes were lowered, exuding a golden shimmer.
"Your time is running out, Shadow King."
After the words fell, both of them noticed the violent ether fluctuations outside the room, as if a monster was wreaking havoc in the building. Unknowingly, the temperature in the room gradually increased, and both of them felt a little hot.
"You should know the importance of this conversation. In order not to arouse other people's suspicions, I have to deceive even my own people. Don't waste this hard-earned time."
Nathaniel looked at the Shadow King playfully, and the Shadow King fell silent, and the two of them were immersed in a long silence.
"All I can give is war."
The Shadow King took a deep breath. At this moment, his voice sounded extremely lonely and weak.
The current strength of the King's Shield Guards cannot support the Shadow King's ambitions. At least until they obtain Xilin's body, what they can do is extremely limited.
"Sorry, then I can only refuse you."
Nathaniel felt that he had nothing to talk about with the Shadow King. The value shown by the King's Shield Guard was not enough to make the Order Bureau hand over Xilin's body, not to mention that the Order Bureau could not completely trust the Shadow King.
To a certain extent, they are still hostile.
"We still have a lot of time, do you want to talk about something else?" Nathaniel glanced at his watch and took a rough look at the outside world, "I'm very interested in your experiences over the years...Second seat
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From this moment on, Nathaniel used the second title to call the Shadow King.
"I still remember the battle between you and me during the Secret War. After so many years, I have never encountered an opponent like you again."
Nathaniel showed a nostalgic look, and this secret negotiation turned into a reminiscence of old times.
"I didn't expect you to become like this...is it because of Xilin?"
The second seat raised his head, and the darkness under the mask looked at Nethanil. At this time, Nethanil continued, "From the information we have received, it is you who have been raising and educating Xilin since the bloody night.
You are like his father and teacher, and he is like your own child and the best disciple to you."
"For you, Xilin's body must be of great significance, right?"
Nathaniel used words as a sword to cut the second seat.
"This is not only a powerful corpse, but also your child's...corpse."
The second seat was silent.
Nathaniel let out a harsh laugh and apologized repeatedly, "Please forgive me for being mean. After all, there is still a blood feud between you and me. You should let me vent."
"Then for the second seat, we might be able to do another deal."
"What?"
Nathaniel said calmly.
"I want to know what happened in the Pillar of Throne during the Bloody Night."
The second seat shook his head and decisively refused.
"I won't tell."
"Why?"
"This is the mission."
"Who gave you your mission."
The second seat fell silent again, unwilling to answer the question. Nethaniel stood up slowly. The next second, Nethaniel's aura became dangerous. He did not emit any ether fluctuations, but the second
The two seats were keenly aware that Nathaniel had turned into some extremely terrifying existence at this moment.
The power of glory.
Without any warning, Nathaniel's pupils burned, silently annihilating the wooden table separating the two into fine dust.
Nathaniel came to the second seat and gently put his hands on his shoulders, condescendingly.
"Old friends, old rivals..."
Nathaniel's eyes were terrifyingly cold, and he raised his hand to grab the silver mask, and gently used force to lift it off.
