TO BE EXACT, IT WAS A PLAYING CARD WITH A BLACK AND WHITE JOKER ON THE BACK, A SWORD-WIELDER IN A BROCADE ROBE ON THE FRONT, AND TWO CAPITALIZED JACKS OF SPADES IN THE UPPER LEFT AND LOWER RIGHT CORNERS.

A thick purple flowed across the card, and in a few moments it painted the face of the sword-wielder in the middle.

Mr. J's eyes narrowed, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he seemed to think of something when he looked at the blood-soaked playing cards, and the anger on his face was gone, turning into an expression of shock and stunned.

The blood was still flowing, down the man's arm, along his own, drop by drop.

Tramon stood not far away, his eyes filled with confusion.

"I see." Mr. J laughed, so violently that purple blood spurted out of his mouth and ran down his chin.

The black robe outside the arm armor was swayed by the wind blowing from the air conditioning system, swaying gently, revealing deeper and dense purple energy lines, which was very mysterious and sci-fi.

"Accident?" The sound echoed throughout the hall, trembling lightly, echoing the tetanic light marks on the surface of the spherical crystal beneath the quantum teleporter.

"Yes." Mr. J nodded honestly, and a few more streaks of blood appeared from the corners of his mouth.

"You shouldn't pretend to be my ......" The voice was still cold and trembling.

"Aren't you impersonating someone else?" Mr. J smiled miserably: "Mr. Trist......"

Yes, it was none other than His Majesty's right-hand man, Mr. Trist, the Minister of the Interior who had all along been hiding in the shadows like a ghost.

In front of Zanggowill, compared to Mr. J, Trist has never had a sense of existence. Both Taryn and Tramon were accustomed to seeing him as a shadow of His Majesty.

To this day, he has come out of the shadows. Coming into reality, Mr. J was stunned, Turamon was stunned, and if ZangoWill was still alive, he would definitely be stunned by what was in front of him.

It took a long time for His Royal Highness to react, but he still couldn't accept the scene in front of him. To be exact, an insult to his intelligence and vision, and a betrayal.

"Trist, what the hell are you doing?" In the face of Trist, he is used to being commanding, even if things have developed to such a point, he is still used to being arrogant and speaking in a tough posture.

The light in the spherical crystal was like a frightened water spirit, rippling one after another. Duck deeper.

Trist didn't answer his question, and the grating in front of Tramon swirled, and a black shadow appeared on the otherwise empty ground, and the light of joy illuminated his face and illuminated his eyes.

A soldier wearing a silver mask and black armor turned from fiction to reality, revealing the true face of Lushan. The cold breath spread, and the wind became terrible. The light became miserable.

Tramon had no idea what was happening, and sat down on the ground. Staring at the person in front of him with a horrified gaze.

Today, he has seen too many incredible things and experienced too many accidents.

While Zangowell was still alive, all was well, and as soon as he died, the United Kingdom of Tulanx became turbulent. The demons and monsters that lurk in the shadows appear one after another.

"Fourth, don't be so rude, that's His Royal Highness."

Black 4 raised his arm and held a gun in his palm, and the black made people desperate.

Trist strained slightly. The hand that had been inserted into Mr. J's chest moved outward, and more blood spilled and fell to the ground with a thud, burying the card completely.

Astonishingly, he seemed to be holding something in his palm, and some blue-white light leaked from the gap between the gloves, illuminating the viscous purple blood.

The sour smell of acetate in the air became stronger, Mr. J's wheezing became weaker and weaker, and the light in his eyes flickered and dimmed, like a candle flame in the wind.

"You...... Our goals...... Sure enough, it's ......."

Trist said: "The T energy stone fell into your hands, it is really a tyrannical thing. ”

"T Power Stone?" Mr. J said, "So you Abyss Knights, call them that. ”

Trist's hand continued to move outward, but slowly, as if there was resistance, as strong as him, he couldn't get what he wanted cleanly, from the gap between his five fingers, he could see many meridians, and the toughness was extremely strong.

"Do you think the Surrogate is unaware of what you are doing in the United Kingdom of Tulanex? It's funny, what can hide from his eyes? ”

Wandering on the verge of life and death, Mr. J didn't have too much pain on his face, but sneered: "What about Tang Fang? What is Tang Fang? You've assassinated him so many times, have you succeeded in one of them? ”

The light that overflowed from Trist's fingers shone on his pale face, and the smile was like an evil greeting.

"You know a lot."

Mr. J said, "Mutual ......, each other"

"Tang Fang? Hum! If it weren't for the Dragonwhisperers, he would have been a lifeless corpse. ”

The sneer on the corner of Mr. J's mouth became stronger, and the mockery became higher: "I am curious, what kind of enmity you have with him, and you do not hesitate to involve the Supreme Security Council and the Third Committee." ”

Trist's hand stopped suddenly, his wrinkled forehead arched upward, and a glow shimmered in the depths of his eyes.

"Noah told you......

Mr. J is not surprised that Trist called out Noah's name, and the other party has been lurking by Zanggowill's side for a long time, and he can hide from everyone's eyes, and naturally he also has the ability to spy on information.

He just squinted his eyes with a contemplative expression, and said softly, "Surrogate...... Agent...... On behalf of whom? ”

Trist ignored it and continued to tug at what he was holding.

Tramon stared blankly at the gun on his forehead, speechless for a moment, cold sweat falling from his temples, hitting the expensive suit, leaving a water stain.

The streamer rose again, accompanied by a slight electric sound, and another person appeared on the right side of Black 4, dressed in the same way, except that there was no gun in the palm of his hand, but he was holding a thumb-sized mechanical insect, shaking his head and tail, like a creature.

"Don't get excited." He pressed Black 4's arm: "It's useful to keep him." ”

Mr. J's conversation with Trist continues.

"Anubis Legion...... Noah-sama will not let you go. ”

"You have a lot of questions, and you have a lot of nonsense." Trist's eyes flashed, and he finally pulled the thing out of Mr. J's chest, breaking many of the meridians.

A cloud of blood spurted out, pouring the armnails purple, and the viscous blood slid down under gravity. Stretched into long purple lines, clattering and dripping to the ground.

Mr. J's body convulsed violently, and he fell to his knees with a pop of blood, splashing a splash of blood.

However, he did not die, but his vision dimmed. His face was as white as a layer of snow and frost.

Trist opened his hand, and a purple blood clot enveloped a diamond-like crystal, emitting a soft, but not faint light.

If Tang Fang was present, he would definitely be surprised and exclaimed, shouting the name of the goblin elegy.

Yes, the T-power stone in Trist's mouth is the fairy elegy in Terro's mouth.

The spherical crystal and the T energy stone reflect each other, and the quiet light spreads out. Fill the entire hall.

"Where is the Ark now?"

Trist gathered his five fingers and held the T energy stone, and the five shadows spread across the walls and ground, bringing light into his palm.

The corners of Mr. J's mouth curled slightly, and his godless pupils showed a hint of ridicule: "You are really stupid to ask such a question." ”

It's not a question of whether he wants to say it or not, it's that he doesn't know where the ark is now.

Trist, no. Now the man in front of me should be called Black J. He was sure that Black J didn't know where the agent was now.

Since Black J doesn't know where his master is. But to ask him such a question, isn't it stupid what?

Black J threw the blood on his hand to the ground, and his right hand retracted into the wide robe, the light from the purple energy streaks inside, and the cold aura seemed to be sucked into the magic bottle and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Black J turns back into Trist. Trist in the shadows.

The breeze swept the edge of the black robe, casting a ghostly shadow on the wall.

"I know what you're waiting for." A voice floated out from inside the hood: "This is your place of death, and it will be his place of death." ”

Mr. J asked many questions, but did not get an answer.

As a smart man, he knew it was impossible to get an answer. But he still chose to bring humiliation on himself.

Why?

Because a man is coming, crossing the layers of earth at incredible speed, about to enter the hall.

Even if you turn back immediately, you will be blocked by that person at the door.

Mr. J has been stalling for time, in order to entangle them, create an encounter, even if it is death, at least pull one or two enemies on the road.

I have to say that he is very smart and not comparable to ordinary clones.

But Mr. J didn't know that he didn't plan to hide at all, but to send the two of them on the road together.

Sandpiper and clam compete with each other for fishermen's profits, it's that simple.

Black J dodged away, and Black 8 met Mr. J's incomprehensible and hateful gaze, and pressed the mechanical worm in his palm into the blood hole in his chest.

With the next breath, his eyes turned red, black, and brown again, and finally regained clarity.

It's just his eyes that are clear, that's all.

Trist walked over to Tramon, a fluttering voice streaming down the hall, "I really shouldn't have asked, because you're going to take me to the answer." ”

The figures of Black 4 and Black 8 became fainter and fainter, slowly disappearing into this world, and even the shadows on the wall returned to nothingness.

Only Tramon and Trist were left in the hall, and Mr. J staggered to his feet.

"After Tang Fang dies, you will become the king of this country."

………………

With a thud, the top of the connecting passage outside the hall collapsed, revealing a swarthy hole.

The wind blew from afar, swayed upward, and sank into the hole, whistling intermittently.

The sparse rubble fell, and then a black shadow followed by a man.

The black shadow is a cockroach, and the person is Tang Fang.

On one side of the connecting passage is the hall where the quantum teleporter is placed, and on the other side is the train platform, presumably used to quickly escape the palace in case of emergency.

Put the cockroaches away, summon 4 ghost agents and a fanatic, and walk down the small connecting passage to the hall where the quantum teleporter is located.

The passage was very light, but the wind passing through the hall was a little cold, and it hurt a little on the face.

The Zealot walked over to the tightly closed security door and used the psionic blade to make a gap.

Watery waves of light overflowed, illuminating his face.

To Tang Fang's surprise, the room was quiet, and there was no aggression, but the wind through the hall was a little faster.

Through the eyes of the fanatic, he saw Mr. J struggling to get up from the ground, the hole behind him still oozing purple bodily fluids.

Trist and Tramon stood at the very back of the room. Looking at the fanatic who split the security door, the expression on his face was not very real, but his breathing was heavy and urgent, and he looked a little nervous.

Tang Fang's sword pierced the back of Mr. J's heart, and ordinary people would have died a long time ago. But he was stubbornly alive, but it could be seen from the scene in front of him that even if he didn't die, he had no strength to fight again.

Maybe he wanted to bandage his wound before leaving, but he didn't expect to find the secret room so quickly.

The only thing that puzzles me is why Trist is here.

But in the next second, such thoughts disappeared without a trace, and as the right-hand man of His Majesty the King, Mr. Trist knew that such a facility existed, and rushed to meet it in advance. is a very normal thing.

The fanatic entered the room through the opening in the door and did not make up the knife for Mr. J, because Tang Fang wanted to know more about the Divine Armament.

After making sure there was no danger, he followed the zealot into the hall.

Mr. J turned his head and looked at his face with murderous intent and anger.

Tang Fang continued to move forward, past the fanatic towards the center of the hall, the spherical crystals reflecting the Dao Dao in his eyes, gently rippling.

He walked up the stairs. Walk through the fence and towards the equipment pool. Approaching where Mr. J is, his steps are natural and his movements are smooth.

But the moment he approached the corner of the platform where the quantum teleporter was located, his originally square right arm suddenly flicked upward, and a surge of light shot out from the back of his hand, making a humming sound. Whimpering like the wind, like a knife breaking through the air.

At the same time, a little dark red is born from the shadows, quickly growing larger and brighter. Cast more color on his face.

The light burst is fast, far surpassing any kinetic weapon.

Faster-than-light electron jets.

Two rays of light, one green and one red, intersected in the air, and the accurate hands intersected three inches away from Tang Fang's cheeks.

The red light blast didn't spread like a bomb, it only moved forward, like a stabbing sword, pointing at the blade of the ghostly blade, splitting countless cyan and red light chips, like colored snowflakes, falling one after another.

Not only did such a picture appear on the right side, but a red light explosion also appeared on his left side, which was also stopped by a faster-than-light electron jet, and the two rays of light, one green and one red, intersected, turning into fire trees and silver flowers.

"Abyss Knight!"

Tang Fang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the wind blowing through the hall blew the broken hair on his forehead, swaggering under the swaying light and shadow. The fluttering colors lit up his eyes, filling his body, obscuring the glow of the spherical crystals for a while.

Black 4 and Black 8's attacks had no effect, and the laser was blocked by the faster-than-light electron beam.

The fanatic at the door did not hesitate, his body turned into a dark blue afterimage, appearing on the right side of Tang Fang's body, and the spiritual energy blade rolled up a vortex of light, slashing towards the laser burst.

At the same time, two rays of blue-white light flashed in the upper left of Tang Fang, crossing and falling.

The result was unsatisfactory, the fanatic's slash missed, and the cross cut of the Phantom Blade did not hit the target, but there was a flowing wind on the human face, and there was a slight chill.

The Zealot turned his slash into a sweep, chasing the wisp of wind that seemed to be there, and then a burst of light burst in, striking the plasma shield, sending a circle of dark blue ripples that stretched far away.

A glimmer of light lit up in front of the psionic blade, vaguely outlining the outline of a humanoid.

In the next second, there was a burst of electricity on the left, blue and white intersected with darkness, and the air distorted violently, refracting a light like flames.

Blue and white no, dark convergence, and then another electric sound, blue and white and dark reappeared, and then intersected.

The room was filled with more vicious winds, but the Zealots could only be seen waving their blades as if they were mad at the unseen enemy, casting rapidly shifting figures on the walls.

The fanatic's movements grew faster and faster, his attacks becoming more and more urgent, his body crashing through the air with a muffled sound, followed by the snorting sound of the soles of his feet rubbing against the ground.

Red light and black shadows appear and disappear from time to time, wading in the air with different brightnesses, saturated or alienated light and shadow, plunging the whole room into turmoil.

The invisible confrontation, the confrontation with the visible, fermented in the hall.

Trist dropped his hood, revealing his whole feminine face, and walked out from behind the equipment pool, asking curiously, "How did you find out?" ”

The fluctuating light illuminated his face, as well as the purple on the surface of his sleeves.

Mr. J staggered behind him and didn't say a word.

Tang Fang moved his gaze to Tramon's face and said, "His demeanor is quiet, and his gaze is terrifying, like a frightened antelope. ”

He killed Zangowell, and Tramon should have been filled with hatred and anger, attacking him with weapons or cursing him with vicious words.

But His Royal Highness did not, like a helpless man who had lost his square inch, hiding behind the pool of equipment, not shooting the fanatic who broke through the door with a pistol, nor yelling inwardly, and there was a flash of fear and confusion when his eyes swept over Trist beside him.

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew something must have happened.

Trist said: "Black 3 is in your hands...... Not wronged. ”

The light on the front of Tang Fang's arm slowly converged, ignoring the battle situation on the left and right, squinting and saying, "I haven't asked for advice yet." ”

"Mr. J."

"Mr. J?" He glanced at Mr. J, who was expressionless behind Trist, and groaned slightly, and then suddenly realized: "Mr. J met Mr. J, it's really ironic." ”

Mr. J was still silent, his face was still calm, and the hateful gaze that he began to disguise became fading more and more, which made Tang Fang a little surprised, and suddenly thought of a possibility, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"It's astonishing, Anubis Legion...... God Arms ...... Finally teamed up. ”

"Captain Tang is just as surprised, I suddenly understand why Lord Acting Walker takes such a fancy to you."

"Shouldn't I be more honored or flattered to make that adult think?" He sarcastically said, "If I am not mistaken, the injustices you have endured in the Monya Empire are all due to you. (To be continued.) )

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