Flamenco frowned, thinking that he had been cursed or poisoned.

When I quickly checked my physical condition, I saw a red glow at the other end of the room.

"Traces of the King!" Flamengo was stunned for a moment and roared randomly: "Are you crazy?"

There are only three traces of the king, and the only way to replenish them is to take them from other contractors.

The contractor had just used one, just to save Flamingo, and there were only two left. Use it immediately at this moment, no matter what the command is, it's a waste.

Flamenco wondered if he hadn't made it clear just now that he had let him use the King's Marks in battle, not now.

Could it be that people are old and their ears are not deaf?

Then this waste is too much of a loss!

In the next second, Flamingo's face changed wildly, and he saw a black viscous liquid slowly oozing from the four corners of the room.

In that black liquid, there is an unsettling emotion, not so much a liquid as a concretization of emotion.

As if it was made of hatred, murderous intent, resentment, anger, remorse, jealousy, desire.... Countless negative emotions condensed.

A collection of negative emotions! Can you survive if you are touched by this kind of thing? You are going crazy on the spot, right?

"You... Fucking you!" Flamengo's eyes widened, he couldn't say a few words to the contractor, but he wouldn't kill himself for a single mistake, did he?

What are you doing to save yourself?

It's better to let yourself die under the attack of the archers, at least die with dignity.

"Rest assured, you are my precious Heroic Spirit. How could I kill my own Heroic Spirit?" the old voice smiled slightly, "Last night you couldn't break through the defenses set by the Rider Immortal Contractor, because they have a huge amount of resources. Tonight you teamed up with the Kill Rank, but you fell prey to those two, and that's because the archers reacted quickly enough. After that, I guess it was a similar situation, and I didn't dare to bet anymore. When people are old, they are no longer bloody. ”

"What do you want to do?" asked Flamenco in a deep voice, as the blood in his body began to boil. The effect of the King's Seal is indeed irresistible, but he can still act before he gives some kind of order.

He wants to.... Kill your own contractor.

This is very risky, after all, as soon as the contractor dies, he will be ejected from this plot world, whether he will be obliterated or directly counted as a mission failure, he is not clear. But at least there is hope of survival.

Flamenco always had the feeling that if he gave him some kind of order, he would never recover. It will be scarier than death.

Before the old man's voice could respond, a strong air flow exploded behind Flamingo, and his body instantly accelerated to the extreme using the reaction force.

Raise your strong arm and slam your fist into the contractor hiding in the darkness.

A bright flame erupted in the front of the arm, illuminating the room.

That's his offensive skill. ！

His power is as high as 13 points, and he can shatter stone and gold with a single punch.

Even Li Changhe, who is also the same person, doesn't want to take on this kind of powerful attack.

That's the terrible thing about the main force, and when you use offensive skills, it's unstoppable!

Li Changhe also has this kind of offensive skill, but due to his low strength attributes, he often can't use it to end the battle, and he has to worry about the consumption of stamina.

And Flamingo doesn't have to worry about this, when the strength reaches this level, his consumption is less.

At this moment, he has several attack skills ready, and he can react quickly whether the contractor dodges or defends.

However, in the next second, Flamengo stopped in a posture that defied the common sense of physics.

A thick fist is just a few centimeters away from smashing the opponent's shriveled head.

But this is the distance between life and death, and no matter how Flamengo uses the title skill, his body still remains still.

Traces of Kings has been activated!

"The young man is still too anxious. ”

The old man walked out of the gloom, and his shriveled body made it impossible to tell how old he really was.

He stood in front of Flamenco, who was more than two meters tall, like a dwarf.

Reaching out and patting Flamengo's knee, the old man chuckled, "It's worthy of a heroic spirit, such a decisive shot." ”

"You... What do you want to do?" Flamengo's voice was hoarse, and he suddenly wondered if it would be better if he didn't attack the other party just now.

"This is the truth of the War of the Seven Kings. As for the effect, you'll soon know. The old man let out an ugly laugh and raised his withered arm, on which a red incantation pattern flashed: "O mad-level heroic spirit, accept the malice of the world, accept the sins of mankind, accept... Black mud bar!"

The black liquid in the room then turbulated, surging towards Flamenco as if it had been brought to life, touching, spreading, and enveloping.

An inhuman roar rang out from the room.

"Bastard, how dare you! Unforgivable, kill you!" Flamengo roared, and countless consciousnesses and emotions flooded into his brain. It almost tore his spirit apart.

At the same time, an inexplicable force is also gradually spreading in his body. But the price is that the muscles of the whole body are like being delayed.

Flamenco could even feel his heart being held and then crushed.

The internal organs are also being stirred and torn.

The double pain of body and mind made Flamengo bark like a mad dog: "Kill you, kill you, kill you!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In the end, there was only the endless killing intent surging, forming the pressure that seemed to be substantial.

The old man who was close at hand could feel that his aging bladder was beginning to lose control, but at this moment he became excited: "It is worthy of being a heroic spirit, and only you can withstand this kind of power! I can't hold my pee! Hahahaha, how about this majestic power?"

Then he raised his arm again, and the red pattern that was the only one left lit up again: "O mad-rank hero, I give the final order with the last trace of the king." ”

"Gather your murderous intent, restore your sanity, and clothe yourself in the black mud of sin. ”

"To be the one like no other in the world, to make the world fearful... Mad King!"

In the next second, the roar stopped abruptly, and all the black mud was gathered into the body.

Flamenco stood in the room with a new attitude.

His original curly brown hair was now dyed black and scattered down, making it impossible to see his face.

"It's finally worked!" the old man chuckled lowly.

Unlike his previous arrogance, he didn't even dare to raise his head at this moment, for fear of offending something.

Flamenco's voice was calm but painful: "When you lose your value, I will take your head." ”

"And rightfully so. The old man hung his head in response.

"Now, then, let's see who else can stand in our way?"