Endless Debt

I don't know if it was lucky or bad to notice such information at this time. The third seat became serious. If conditions didn't allow it, he would have taken action himself.

Even if the information that he is not dead is exposed, he still wants to win the immortal heart.

The third seat knows one thing clearly, if the Shadow King dies, everyone's efforts will be in vain and worthless.

"what should we do?"

The voice of the third seat was a little nervous. Facing an enemy who could come back infinitely, all the actions of the King's Shield Guards would be fully understood by Lebius in time retrieval.

The most important thing is that no one knows when the next time back will come. At that time, the third seat will forget everything he just heard and the situation will return to the starting point.

"It doesn't matter," Shadow King's words were full of confidence, "As long as Lebius appears in every time retrospective, then I can also detect all this in every time retrospective."

The Shadow King realized this easily. Even if he ended up like this, he always carried the arrogance of a strong man.

"But it's still too passive."

The Shadow King stared at the sea of ​​fog below, thinking about how to deal with this.

Then he looked at his palm again. If he were not so old, if he could regain the power to command all things...

What about going back in time? Infinite trial and error will only make the winning rate of the Order Bureau continue to expand. Assuming that their winning rate is cold zero from the beginning, then looking back in time will only make them witness the desperate scene again.

Absolute power can crush all conspiracies.

Unfortunately, all this is just a hypothesis. The current Shadow King is just a pitiful creature. He even needs evil flesh and blood to continue his life.

Before the Shadow King could continue to think about how to solve this problem, a blazing storm emerged from the city and devoured it in all directions. A few seconds later, the blazing light ignored the material obstacles and poured into the shadow. in the fortress.

Boluogo made a promise to Aimu, extinguishing the seeds of fantasy in her chest, triggering time regression.

The third seat witnessed the dazzling light, and he wanted to resist... Every time he went back in time, he resisted, but even though he was a defender, there were still some forces that he could not disobey. of.

The same is true for the Shadow King. He looked at the incoming light unwillingly. Every time he went back in time, he could detect all of this. The premise of being aware of it was the fight between the third seat and Lebius.

If Lebius changes his strategy in the next time backtracking and avoids the conflict with the third seat, then he will most likely not be aware of the existence of time backtracking, or he will notice it very late.

The Shadow King didn't like the feeling of being passive, but facing this power that could play with time, he could only sigh silently.

His turbid eyes became sharper. Even though he was swallowed by the power of the Utopian Seed, the Shadow King still stubbornly stared directly at the light, trying to find a chance to reverse the situation.

Time gradually slowed down in the eyes of the Shadow King, and everything was clearly reflected in his eyes, even dust.

Then the Shadow King heard it. Among the blurred sounds, he could easily distinguish the noisy sounds and the noise of bursts of electricity.

It seemed that someone was talking, but they were far away from the Shadow King. Even if the Shadow King concentrated, he could only hear fragments of words floating in the wind.

He tried to distinguish the words, but all he could get were vague tones, as if they were not a language that humans should be able to hear.

In the shadow of the world, two figures sitting in front of the TV were talking.

"He is also aware of the existence of time regression," the tyrant looked at the Shadow King on the screen and let out bursts of weird laughter. "It seems that he is not as weak as he thought."

"who is he?"

Sai Zong was quite interested in this new character behind the scenes. Although he was separated from the screen, Sai Zong actually felt threatened when he saw the Shadow King for the first time.

Just like tigers meeting each other on a narrow road, even if they can't see each other in person, they instinctively feel the release of murderous intent just from knowing the existence of each other.

"so good……"

Sai Zong rarely showed some interest.

This man could threaten him, which made Sai Zong extremely happy, but before he could release this joy, he found that the man was extremely weak, which was completely inconsistent with the fierce feeling.

"He? One of my tenants. He has been living in Wandering Fork Road since the Secret War."

The tyrant said, "It's just that we have never met...he is wary of me."

Sai Zong asked bluntly, "Can I kill him?"

"It's up to you."

The tyrant spread his hands, as if it had nothing to do with him, "He is just my tenant, and the relationship between us is just pure interest."

Sai Zong fell silent, his eyes hidden in the deep darkness under the weird doll headgear, and soon a voice sounded.

"It's always hard for me to understand your thoughts. Sometimes you are as noble as a king, and sometimes you are as humble as a merchant."

Sai Zong never cared about the tyrant's attitude, but every time he saw his strange appearance, it made him feel nameless anger.

"You want to say, I don't look like a devil?"

The tyrant knew what Sai Zong was talking about, because someone else had mentioned such a thing a long time ago.

The tyrant raised his hand and snapped his fingers. In a blink of an eye, the surrounding walls fell back and bright light fell from above.

At this moment, the tyrant and Sai Zong were in a magnificent palace made entirely of gold, and the dark room they were in before was just a larger cardboard box.

Now the carton was opened and the walls lay flat on the ground.

With another snap of his fingers, the shabby sofa turned into a luxurious throne, and the TV set split from one into thousands.

They are piled together, and each TV set represents a color block. Countless color blocks are put together to build a picture like a high wall.

"Do you think this is fun?" the tyrant asked, his voice full of boredom with this luxury.

Sai Zong nodded silently. On this point, he agreed with the tyrant's idea, which was meaningless.

After repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fists, the angry will gradually calmed down. Sai Zong realized that he had just been affected by anger. He warned himself in his heart to always be vigilant.

"Yeah, I don't find it boring either."

The tyrant snapped his fingers again, and the walls on all sides rose up, reorganizing the dark box, and the two of them returned to their original state.

"I'm just easy-going. If the devils had a company, I would be the best-performing salesperson."

The tyrant looked at Sai Zong, stretched out his slender fingers, and touched Sai Zong's doll clothes with his blade-like nails.

"Similar to your confusion, it is also difficult for me to understand you... return the guy under your skin. You only care about bloody violence. What good is that?"

The tyrant stopped mid-sentence and stopped the topic, "Don't discuss this kind of thing. My brothers and sisters have been arguing about this for so long, and no one has ever won, right?"

"you're right."

Sai Zong rarely agreed with the words of the tyrants. They were all existences beyond this world. Wealth, power, beauty, fame... all of this was meaningless to them.

What they need to care about, and the only thing worth caring about, is to follow their own hearts and try their best to please themselves.

The greedy embrace wealth, the angry unleash carnage.

"Speaking of which, it's time for me to fight back." The Tyrant looked at the Shadow King on the screen and suddenly said, "You helped Boluogo and reminded him of the existence of time regression. Now I want to correct this incident. "

Sezon replied coldly, "He is a member of the Immortal Club, and it is my duty to help members."

Having said that, Sai Zong's help can only go so far, and he seems to be happy with this incident of timeline chaos.

"Then he has paid rent for so many years, and it shouldn't be a problem for me to help my tenants a little, right?"

The tyrant was waiting for Sai Zong's words and let out that evil laugh again.

"You must know that this is a fork in the road, a land where wishes can come true. I can hear his wish, so strong..."

The conversation between the two suddenly stopped. They looked at the TV screen at the same time. They saw the Shadow King turning his head little by little in the blazing white water, as if he could penetrate the boundary between reality and reality and see the two of them. Look directly at them.

The joy in Sai Zong's heart became even greater, and he sighed, "Interesting..."

"You also want to make the performance more interesting, right?" the tyrant said from the side.

"Who is he?"

Sai Zong has been completely attracted by these strange things. He doesn't even care about the intervention of the tyrant, as long as he can see the best performance.

Apart from pleasing themselves, there are not many things in this world that can attract the attention of beings like them.

When it came to the identity of the Shadow King, the Tyrant remained mysterious and said softly.

"Now is not the time to reveal his identity."

This was a surprise. The tyrant vaguely guessed who had prepared this surprise, but he was not prepared to ruin the surprise because he also wanted to know how they would react to it when the Shadow King stood in the sun. .

But what you do know is that their expressions must be interesting.

…

The power of the Utopian Seed came towards him like a torrent. Just when the Shadow King was about to be completely engulfed, he saw a blurry figure standing in front of him, parting the roaring stream of light for him like a reef.

The Shadow King couldn't see his face clearly, but the Shadow King could clearly feel the extremely crazy power from the blurry figure.

The man raised his finger to himself and whispered.

"Only this one time."

Everything fell into the ultimate glow. In this collapse and collapse of time, the fifth time retracement ended and the sixth time retrieval began.

The Shadow King's vision gradually became clearer, and the surrounding materials returned to normal. The third seat stood not far away as always.

His energy was a little distracted, and soon the Shadow King realized that everything in front of him was so familiar, as if he had experienced it before.

Fragmented memories flashed back in his mind. They were memories left over from the last time review. There were not many of them, but the information contained in them also caused the Shadow King to fall silent for a moment.

"Help from the devil?"

The Shadow King gradually recalled everything from the last time review, the figure that whispered to him.

The identity of the other party is really easy to guess. Although he has lived here for so many years and has never seen his landlord in person, the Shadow King is too familiar with his aura.

"Tyrant, do you want to take advantage of me?"

The devil's help is never free. Since the tyrant helped him retain the memory of a time retrospective, his actions will definitely have a beneficial impact on the tyrant.

If you want to disobey the tyrant, it is very simple. The Shadow King only needs to ignore the memory in his mind and act as he did in the past few times.

The Shadow King slowly stood up and responded with the words of a tyrant.

"Only this one time."