In a dream.

Bechmont fell to his knees beside a scarred velociraptor dragon.

A large number of twisted and distorted monsters surrounded him, and this was his one hundred and seventy-second resurrection.

Bechmont looked up at the black figures emerging from behind the monsters.

"It seems that the wonderful time is over, next time... The next time it will surely plunge you into an eternal slumber. ”

Bechmont didn't answer the black figure, and he stroked the velociraptor with his old arms, which was coming to an end.

In the final scene, the surrounding monsters swarmed up and tore him to pieces along with the velociraptor in tow.

When he came back to his senses, he had finally woken up from a long nightmare, and there was already a crowd of people around Bechmont's throne.

"Your Majesty! You're awake! ”

The woman who had been beside Bechmont shouted in excitement when she saw him open her eyes.

"Pass my orders..."

Bechmont propped up his body with his withered hands, trying to rise from the throne.

This scene caused the surrounding ministers to quickly retreat, as if the aging king had some kind of power in his body that made them fearful.

Bechmont, whose name is Lemmons, is the backbone of the entire land of the sea, and he has enough power to intimidate the surrounding nations.

As long as this king intervenes, the rebellion of the humans in the land of the sea can be easily solved.

In the eyes of the ministers, their king is the savior-like being, which can also be called a god-like being.

"Your Majesty, please command."

The ministers fell to their knees, they already felt... The wrath of the emperor who has ruled the land of the sea for thousands of years.

This anger will sweep away all those who are enemies of the land of the sea.

"All humans, sea tribes... Anyone who has a magic web must create their own character in a world of rift in the world! ”

Bechmont's order brought the group of ministers below back to silence, and they could see the confusion in each other's eyes as they glanced at each other.

"Magic Net! You guys... And haven't your children and grandchildren used it? Becymont's voice finally faded with exhaustion and filled with unending rage, and his eyes widened as he scanned all the subjects below.

"When... Of course I did, but what is the rift in Your Majesty's world? One of the subjects asked cautiously.

"My son seems to have played that thing, it's a game."

"That's right, it's a game, you guys go and create a character for me right now!" Bechmont's voice was filled with anger, and at this moment they realized that the old man, who was dying of age, was so hateful in his anger that a single roar silenced the ministers.

"You want me to save this rotten country? OK! But all of you present, including all the children below you, and the servants must be raised to the maximum level in the World Rift! ”

Bechmont's words sounded in the clouds of the group of ministers below, many of whom had never played the Magic Net game, and some of them didn't even understand the meaning of the game level.

But the ministers did not dare to disobey this king, who was the last hope to restore their wealth, their status, and even their lives!

Therefore, even if the ministers did not understand, they could only hurriedly agree to their king's request.

But suddenly, a young nobleman kneeling at the end of the hall stood up, and he seemed to have followed his father to the hall.

His father was tugging at the corners of his coat beside him, telling him not to anger the king while he was angry.

"Your Majesty! I... I've reached the maximum level. Instead of kneeling, he plucked up the courage to speak to Bechmont.

"Already at full level?"

"It's... Yes, I'm playing the tribal camp, a level sixty troll shaman... This morning, I was just playing a copy of the Burning Heart with Nolan's friends, and my father brought it to you. ”

He complained of his displeasure with his father's behavior, and as proof he opened his web interface and showed the troll's account to Bechmont.

"Your father is not qualified to command you from this day, do you hear? Momle—" Behemot said this, and his gaze glanced at the minister below him again.

"I know you value your status very much, a nobleman above the human race! Now I'm adding a new statute to the land of the sea! The guy who is lower in the world rift than the other person, no matter what status either side is, has no right to order the other party! Disobedient... Death penalty! ”

Lose your marbles!

The ministers were in an uproar when they heard Bechmont's order, and it was estimated that in any country, someone would come forward to accuse the king of being a madman.

But no one here dares ... The foundation of the land by the sea was built on Bechmont alone!

Without Bechmont there would be no land by the sea, as all nobles knew.

So this king has no problem changing the laws of his country no matter how he does.

"My order has been given! It's all gone before my eyes now! That's right! Momlet your son stays, tell me the name of your character in the rift. ”

Bechmont shouted at him, and the ministers withdrew from the hall, leaving only the Momlet heir in the hall.

When everyone else was gone, Bechmont sat down on his throne with some detachment.

The erosion from the Dark Elf World Tree was to him the equivalent of countless blood-sucking lice hiding in its body, and Bechmont had enough strength to find a way to eliminate them.

Bechmont suffered from these lice again in the Nightmare World, but the character he created in the rift in the world really helped him eliminate several lice.

But not enough! Far from enough...

He was constantly killed by those monsters in his nightmares, and he kept resurrecting... One of the reasons is that his role in the rift is too weak, only twenty-three levels, and the second is that the number of people he can control is too small, only one person!

If there is an army ... Bechmont had the same idea as General Field at this moment.

In the world of nightmares, there is an army of rift characters in the illusion of consciousness.

Bechmont will crush those damn dark elves to ashes!

The accumulated anger erupted directly, Bechmont didn't care what would happen to the country, he just wanted to dismember all the lice.

"Your Majesty." The nobleman's heir cautiously came to the king and asked, "Do you have any orders?" ”

Bechmont was still in a state of rage, and just a few words just made him feel a huge oppressive force.

He waited anxiously for the king to have something to say, when Bechmont's next words relieved him.

"What is the copy you just said? There are other ways to quickly reach the maximum level, and how to get those pieces of equipment with purple names. Bechmont asked seriously.

"Well, Your Majesty, I can take you to level up, I mean... Assist you in leveling up. He immediately revised his wording.