Bunkyo Research Institute.

The meeting ends, and the holographic projection disappears. The old man at the table took off his wig and combed his extremely sparse hair.

He has always believed that this is the price he paid for transcending the mundane, and "being extremely smart" is not groundless.

"Ready, this hospital is going to go to the underground prison." The corners of Dean Xiang's mouth were slightly hooked, "Meet our little restless child." ”

"Yes!"

A few people on the side took the initiative to get out of the way for the dean to pass.

Since the establishment of Wenjing, a large number of criminals have been escorted into the underground prison every year, which is far from comparable to the small private prisons of the research institutes below.

It is the second largest prison after Haijing Deep Sea Prison.

All the way down, he didn't stay too long on the upper floors, and went straight to the bottom.

The further down they go, the more vicious the prisoners become, and these lowest-level prisoners are either on death row or indefinitely, and can only stay in this dark and narrow space forever.

Walking through the small single rooms, Dean Xiang came to the innermost single room and looked at the scene in the single room.

There were a few books scattered on the floor to pass the time, a chair slumped to the ground, and an untouched meal lay on the table.

His eyes fell on the boy lying on the bed, and he gently tapped on the special glass.

The boy's ears moved, he rolled over, and ignored it.

"It seems that he is more emotionally stable now." Dean Xiang walked to the door and said in a calm tone, "Open the door, this dean will communicate with him personally." ”

"Dean...... But he ...... "The subordinates on the side wanted to dissuade him, but he stopped him with a look."

"Without the armed envoy of the [Bloodline Armament], how much stronger can the strength be compared to ordinary people, could it be that I, an adult, do not have the ability to subdue children."

The subordinate did not dare to refute again, and silently opened the specially reinforced metal door.

Dean Xiang gently straightened his neckline and strode into it.

"Meet again, the future of the Great Abyss, the light of hope." Dean Xiang pulled up the fallen chair and sat down.

"Actually, I prefer to call you 'tyrant' than these titles."

The boy didn't mean to reply, and he didn't know what he was thinking as he faced the wall that had been flooded with steel plates.

Facing the young man's posture, Dean Xiang had expected it, and he didn't care, and said, "I hope you can put on the [Holy Suit] and go to fight for the Great Yuan."

Of course, it's not just for Obuchi, it's also for your brother.

At this moment, there is a powerful enemy wreaking havoc in Bunkyung, and there is nothing we can do about it, and now no one but you can stop it.

If you choose to refuse, we, including your brother and you, who are powerless to resist, will be part of the city's history. ”

Dean Xiang was full of helplessness, as if they really didn't have the slightest power to fight back.

"You're threatening me?" His voice was low and hoarse, not at all like the voice that a teenager should make, as if he was trying to restrain something.

Dean Xiang leaned back in his chair and gently pushed the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Of course not, I don't dare to threaten you, as long as you are willing, you can become a guest of any Dayuan third-grade or above at any time, I don't dare to offend a dean easily." ”

The young man let out a sneer, and after a while, he said, "I'll make a move, you can, send Xiao Han out of Wenjing, his potential is so weak and useless, for you, it's enough to have me." ”

"Without Wenjing, he can't enjoy such abundant resources as he has now......

Before Dean Xiang finished speaking, he was simply interrupted by the young man.

"Say no or accept, you just have to reply to any word."

"I see, I know." Dean Xiang sighed regretfully, "As long as you repel the attackers, I can arrange for you and my brother to meet, and you can do whatever you want when the time comes." ”

"It's a deal." The boy turned over violently, his eyes bloodshot and tyrannical, staring at him deadly.

"It's a deal!" Dean Xiang stretched out his hand and wanted to shake it with him, but it was rudely opened.

Closing his eyes, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and when the young man opened his eyes again, his tyrannical color decreased a little, and he followed Dean Xiang and walked out with his head buried in his head.

"Welcome to the crowning masterpiece of our Academy, Your Excellency the Tyrant." Dean Xiang took the lead in applauding.

Amid sparse applause, the two came to the laboratory on the surface.

Through the layers of special glass, Dean Xiang watched the young man step on a pitch-black liquid like a pool of stagnant water.

"Experiment 1 [Tyrant] is emotionally stable."

"The [Holy Armor] is about to be restored."

"Ten seconds countdown!"

"Nine seconds!"

"Eight seconds!"

……

"Two seconds!"

"One second!"

The pitch-black liquid seemed to come to life, quickly wrapping around the boy's feet and wrapping upwards.

In just half a second, the boy had completely transformed into a pitch-black faceling.

"Open the gates of heaven."

"Roger, turn on in thirty seconds!"

The staff in the research institute carried out various operations in an orderly manner, and at this time, someone subconsciously glanced at the young man on the inside of the glass.

"Hey, look at his posture."

"Jumping? The gate of heaven hasn't opened yet, what does he want to do? ”

"Experiment No. 1 [Tyrant] has violent mood swings!"

"Could it be?"

The staff couldn't help but speak: "Can't he wait, he wants to storm the gate of heaven, what kind of joke, its defense is ......"

Boom!!!

The ground on the inside of the glass suddenly dented, and the researchers sitting on the other side staggered.

The boy wrapped in the pitch-black liquid jumped violently and directly smashed the gate of heaven to pieces, revealing the endless night sky.

The researcher who had risen from the ground looked up at the gap, the horror in his eyes that could not be concealed.

On the already empty street, the figure was completely dark, and the figure that blended perfectly with the night dragged out a dull air explosion and rushed to the city that had been reduced to ruins.

"Kill...... Kill everything you see! The voice of the young man wrapped in pitch-black liquid seemed to coincide with the two, and countless negative emotions such as tyranny, murderous intent, and anger filled his mind.

"No, you don't want to manipulate my mind!" Suddenly, another sound came out.

The pitch-black figure almost made a black line, and from time to time there were a few fierce quarrels coming from his mouth, which seemed to outsiders as if he was playing two corners, which was extremely strange.

"Spooky? No, how could there be that kind of thing in this 'wasteland', you're not weird, what the hell are you? The old man's voice sounded, faintly revealing a bit of curiosity.

Hearing this voice, the 'tyrant' suddenly raised his head, there seemed to be an invisible step between heaven and earth, and the handsome young man with a sword slowly walked down from mid-air, and the faceless old Dao bust that filled the sky and earth gradually dissipated, turning into Dao essence and pouring into his body.

"Yes, I never thought that there would be such a magical thing as you in the wasteland, if I could bring you back, the old man would be able to earn more resources on this trip."