The Western Dark World, Kings Hall Headquarters, Conference Hall!

The programmer sat on a chair and played with a pair of alloy balls, sweeping away the image of the old otaku silk, and putting on a set of alloy armor to reveal a perfect figure curve and a strong and toned body.

"Tsk tsk... I said Xiaozhu, you are not taking it honestly in your monkey nest, why are you running to the conference room for something? Is this a place where this kind of otakus stay?"

With a teasing voice, a man who was so beautiful that he was quietly emerging at the door of the conference hall.

He had a flowing hair, a beautiful face that both men and women eat, and his skin was white, like mutton fat jade. He wore a special black windbreaker and showed his slender figure. He hugged his hands on his chest, looking at the programmer sitting in the conference room with a teasing look on his face.

He is one of the Thirteen Blades of the King's Palace and has the title of Bomb Man. Of course, he actually has another nickname - the Dead Shemale.

In the eyes of everyone, this guy is obviously a man, but he never participates in whether he takes a bath together or picks up girls. He is obviously a researcher and he loves cleanliness. In the eyes of programmers and others, he is full of cleanliness.

"Die shemale, are you going to fight?"

Looking at the Ximing who was slowly walking towards him, the programmer clenched his fists and an angry voice came from his mouth.

"Fight? I think it's better to forget it. Have you ever seen a handsome guy fighting with a gorilla?" Xi Ming walked to the seat beside him and sat down, crossed his legs, and said casually.

The programmer's expression suddenly became extremely ugly at this moment. He suddenly smashed the two alloy balls in his hand at Xi Ming.

"It is extremely bad to fight in the conference room."

However, at this moment, a cold voice quietly rang in the conference room.

"Swish!"

As the sound rang out, a dark green figure appeared in front of Xi Ming like a ghost, and grabbed the alloy ball that the programmer smashed towards Xi Ming in his hand.

This is a man with a serious aura all over his body.

He had a strong face, his deep eyes were as sharp as hawk's eyes. He was wearing a special camouflage military uniform, a military cap on his head, an extremely conspicuous Terra stone knife on his left waist, an ancient European musket on his right waist, and a cloak on his shoulders. It was windless, giving people an extremely sharp feeling.

One of the thirteen blades in the King's Palace, the priest Robinson, fought with the sniper Shitian many times but the winner was still undecided.

"Swish!"

The priest Robinson threw the alloy ball in his hand at the programmer casually and sat down in the seat beside him.

"Hmph, you're lucky."

Looking at the strange appearance of the priest Robinson, the programmer who took the alloy ball made a cold snort.

However, the bomber Ximing didn't even look at him.

However, at this moment, the alloy ball in the programmer's hand disappeared strangely, as if it had evaporated out of thin air.

"Stinky mouse, since it's here, there's no need to hide, for fear that everyone won't find you?"

The alloy ball in his hand suddenly disappeared, and there was no change in expression on the programmer's face, but spoke coldly.

"Tsk... you guys have no sense of humor at all, it's really not fun."

At the door of the conference room, a man in a denim shape slowly emerged.

He was about 1.76 meters tall, with a thin face, wearing a denim suit, a beige hat on his head, two alloy balls in his hand, and a smile on his face.

The powerful Divine Guard of Your Highness, second only to the Thirteen Blades - The Thief Camice. As for the nickname - Mickey Mouse, people outside ignore his name and directly call him the Thief Mickey Mouse. As for the inside of the King's Palace, they call him - Dwarf!

"dwarf……"

Looking at the man who suddenly appeared, the programmer and Xi Ming said in unison.

Hearing the words of the two, the man staggered and almost fell to the ground. He looked at the programmer and the bomber Ximing with anger: "I said you two are finished? Am I short? Where am I short? At least we are from the same group, so there is no need to harm people like this..."

"Do you dare say you are not short?"

The programmer and Xi Ming stood up together, wrapped their hands in front of their chests, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that even you were summoned back this time."

Although the thief Mickey Mouse is 1.76 meters tall, he is shorter than Xi Ming and programmer, so the programmer and Xi Ming gave him the nickname "Dwarf".

"Will you grow taller if you eat more nutritious?"

The sound of muffled sound resounded in the conference room. A fat man, who was about two meters tall, was huge and greasy on his face, was wearing an Anima suit, carrying two large rocket launchers and a modified Juntrin on his back, but he was holding two big chicken legs in his hand and walked in while gnawing on the chicken legs.

108 The strong man on the list of God Guards, Hei Zhai, one of His Highness the King's Thirteen Blades, is also called the foodie Lao Zhai by the people in the King's Palace!

"Eat and eat...you will know how to eat in one day. Do you think you've eaten?"

With the arrival of the foodie Lao Zhai, the thief Mickey Mouse finally found the vent.

"Or I'll eat you, right?"

As soon as Mickey Mouse finished speaking, the foodie Lao Zhai lifted it up with one hand. Looking at the tender white meat on Mickey Mouse's body, the foodie Lao Zhai drooled and licked her tongue and said, "I have never eaten such a big mouse before."

"Eat your uncle, go eat shit."

An angry voice came from Mickey Mouse's mouth. His waist swung, and his right leg swept across the neck of the foodie Lao Zhai with extremely powerful strength.

Facing Mickey Mouse's powerful whip leg swept across, the foodie Lao Zhai smiled slightly, and blocked his right hand in front of him in a blocking manner.

"Bang!"

Mickey Mouse's whip leg swept across and kicked and collided with the foodie Lao Zhai's arm as thick as the thigh, making a dull sound. A powerful energy spread out from all directions with the two of them as the center, causing a strong wind of energy to stir up in the huge conference room.

The momentum of the two fighting was so terrifying and horrifying.

"Enough."

Just as Mickey Mouse was about to give foodie Lao Zhai another powerful whip leg, a hint of anger quietly resounded in the hall.

As the sound rang out, the ceiling above the conference hall opened strangely. An old man with white hair, long white beard, wearing an angel battle robe and holding a magical staff stood on the lifting platform and fell from the sky.

He looked about ninety years old and his face was vicissitudes. Perhaps because of his age, his skin seemed extremely loose, and his face, forehead and hands were covered with wrinkles, but his eyes looked extremely bright and exuded endless wise light.

One of the twelve gods in the dark world in the West, Prometheus, the god of prophecy, nicknamed the prophet. In this entire king's house, he is the most prestigious person except the tyrants Lan Feng and Mi Weier. Both the Thirteen Blades and the other three gods are very respectful to him.

This is a respectable old man. He has experienced three turmoil in the dark world in the West and countless battles of all sizes, but he has never changed his original intention.

"grown ups!"

At this moment, both the priest Robinson, the hacker programmer, or others all bowed to Prometheus in a manner to show respect.

"Have Jeffrey, White Shark, Miac and the other three have not arrived yet?"

His eyes swept through the hall, Prometheus's brow frowned without a trace, and his eyes revealed unprecedented solemnity.

"I've contacted them before, and they're on their way back at this moment."

A respectful voice came from the priest Robinson's mouth.

Prometheus sighed softly: "The whereabouts of lord in China are exposed, and the Dark Temple and the Dark Temple are coming in large numbers. This is a major crisis about the life and death of the King Temple."

Hearing Prometheus's words, the expressions of everyone present became extremely solemn and ugly at this moment. Everyone stared at Prometheus with bright eyes, waiting for the wise old man to say the next words.

"Anna sent back the news... This time, the four emperors of the Black Demon Palace, the Dark God, the Dark God, the God of War Ares, the God of Hunting Diana and others participated in it. It is expected that they will arrive in three hours."

"I have ordered! All members of the King's Hall of Non-108 God Guard List begin to evacuate!"

Prometheus spoke calmly.

"What?"

Hearing Prometheus's words, the priest Robinson, the bomber Ximing, the programmer and others were all shocked, with shock and disbelief on his face.

They never thought Prometheus would give such an order.

They really can't accept it.

Letting the powerful people in the King's Palace evacuate the King's Palace not the God Guard List undoubtedly weaken the strength of the King's Palace itself.

Wouldn't Prometheus's doing this be to give up the headquarters of the King's Palace and the foundation that he had finally founded in vain?

The enemy is indeed fierce and powerful, but...

But Prometheus's decision was still difficult for them to accept.

They have lived here for many years and have a strong relationship with this place. They would rather stay at home and die in battle than be deserters.

This is their home and their dream place!

Once the headquarters of the King's Hall falls, the people in the King's Hall will have nowhere to go.

"Just temporarily evacuate."

As if I knew what the programmer was thinking, a calm voice came from Prometheus's mouth: "I am guarding the headquarters alone, and I will protect this place as much as I can."

"What?"

After hearing Prometheus's words, the programmer and others were shocked again.

"You heard it right, I am the headquarter guarding."

Prometheus spoke again and repeated his decision: "You have tasks that are as important as me."

Amid the shocking gazes of programmers and others, Prometheus once again threw a bombshell.

"I need you to do something crazier than besieging the headquarters of the King's Palace."

"Things are even more crazy than besieging the headquarters of the King's Palace?"

Hearing Prometheus's words, the programmer grew up again. Even the serious priest Robin couldn't help but stand up at this moment, looking at Prometheus with a eager look.

At this moment, Prometheus swept away his past calmness and wisdom, his eyes were filled with blood, and his whole body became extremely crazy, and a blood-boiling voice came from his mouth.

"I want you..."

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