Chapter 112: The Mad King

Flamenco frowned, thinking that he was cursed or poisoned.

When he quickly checked his physical condition, he saw a red light on the other side of the room.

"Mark of the King!" Flamingo was stunned and randomly roared: "Are you crazy?"

There are only three Marks of the King in total, and the only way to replenish them is to steal them from other contractors.

The contractor had just used one to save Flamenco, and there were only two left in total. If you use it immediately, no matter what command it is, it will be a waste.

Flamengo even wondered if he hadn't made it clear just now and asked him to use the Mark of the King in the battle instead of now.

Is it possible that people’s ears lose their hearing as they get older?

It's such a waste to waste it!

The next second, Flamengo's face changed wildly, and he saw a black viscous liquid slowly seeping out from the four corners of the room.

In that black liquid, there were disturbing emotions, not so much a liquid as the embodiment of emotions.

It seems to be condensed from countless negative emotions such as hatred, murderous intent, resentment, anger, regret, jealousy, and desire.

A collection of negative emotions! Can you survive if you are touched by such a thing? Are you going to go crazy on the spot?

"Damn you!" Flamingo's eyes widened. Although he couldn't say a few words to the contractor, he wouldn't kill him because of a mistake, right? Didn’t he say that his only wish in this life is to become a ‘king’?

Gan! Then why save yourself?

It would be better to let yourself die under the attack of the archers, at least die with dignity.

"Don't worry, you are my precious heroic spirit. How could I kill my own heroic spirit?" The old voice said with a slight smile: "Last night you were unable to break through the defense set up by the knight-level heroic spirit contractors because they You have a lot of resources. Tonight you joined forces with Killer, but you became the prey of those two people. That's because the archer's reaction is fast enough. I don't dare to bet anymore. , no more bloody."

"What do you want to do?" Flamengo asked in a deep voice, while the blood in his body began to boil. The effect of the King's Seal is indeed irresistible, but before the opponent issues a certain order, he can still take action.

He wants to kill his contractor.

This is very risky. After all, once the contractor dies, he will be ejected from the plot world. Whether he will be wiped out or the mission will be directly considered a failure, he still doesn't know. But at least there is hope of survival.

Flamengo always has a feeling that once he gives some kind of order, he will be doomed. It will be more terrible than death.

Before the old voice could respond, a strong air flow exploded from behind Flamengo, and he used the reaction force to accelerate his body to the extreme in an instant.

He raised his strong arm and punched the contractor hiding in the darkness.

A bright flame burst out from the front of his arm, lighting up the room.

That's his offensive skill. [Flaming Dragon Crushing Killing Fist]!

His strength is as high as 13 points, and he can break stone and break gold with one punch.

Even Li Changhe, who is also a [player], does not want to accept such a powerful attack.

This is the terrifying thing about the main force [player]. When using offensive skills, he is unstoppable!

Li Changhe also has the offensive skill [Tiger Hard Climbing], but due to his low strength attribute, he often cannot use it to end the battle, and he also has to worry about the consumption of stamina.

Flamenco doesn't have to worry about this. When his power reaches this level, he consumes less.

At this moment, he has prepared several attack skills. Whether the contractor dodges or defends, he can react quickly.

However, the next second, Flamengo stopped in a posture that violated common sense of physics.

The thick fist can smash the opponent's shriveled head within a few centimeters.

But this is the distance between life and death. No matter how Flamengo uses his title skills, his body still remains motionless.

The Mark of the King is activated!

"Young people are still too impatient."

The old man walked out of the darkness, his shriveled body making it hard to tell how old he was.

He stood in front of the flamenco, who was more than two meters tall, like a dwarf.

Reaching out and patting Flamengo's knee, the old man smiled and said, "As expected of a heroic spirit, he took such a decisive action."

"What do you want to do?" Flamengo's voice was hoarse. He suddenly felt that it would be better if he didn't attack the opponent just now, but used the [Escape Coin].

"This is the truth about the War of Seven Kings. As for the effect, you will know it soon." The old man let out an unpleasant laugh and raised his withered arm. On the arm, a red spell pattern flashed: "Crazy Level Heroic spirits, accept the malice of the world, accept the sins of mankind, accept the black mud!”

The black liquid in the room began to turmoil, surging towards Flamenco, touching, spreading and wrapping it as if it had gained life.

An inhuman roar came from the room.

"Bastard, how dare you! Unforgivable, kill you!" Flamengo roared, as countless consciousnesses and emotions poured into his brain. Almost tore his spirit apart.

At the same time, a certain inexplicable force gradually spread on his body. But the price is that the muscles all over the body seem to be stretched.

Flamengo could even feel his heart being grasped and then crushed violently.

The internal organs are also being stirred and torn apart.

The double physical and mental pain made Flamenco bark like a mad dog: "Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the end, there was only the endless murderous intent surging, forming the pressure that seemed to be real.

The old man who was close at hand could feel that his aging bladder began to lose control, but at this moment he became excited: "As expected of a heroic spirit, only you can withstand this kind of power! I am about to hold my urine! Hahahaha, how about this majestic power?"

Then he raised his arm again, and the only remaining red pattern lit up again: "Mad-class heroic spirit, I give the final order with the last mark of the king."

"Put away your murderous intent, restore your sanity, and put on this sinful black mud."

"Become the unparalleled mad king who makes the world tremble!"

The next second, the roar stopped abruptly, and all the black mud was gathered into the body.

Flamingo stood in the room with a brand new posture.

The original brown curly hair was now all dyed black, draped down, making it difficult to see his face.

"Finally succeeded!" The old man laughed in a low voice.

Unlike his previous arrogance, he didn't even dare to raise his head at this moment, fearing that he might offend someone.

Flamingo's voice was calm but seemed to contain pain: "When you lose your value, I will definitely take your head."

"As it should be." The old man lowered his head and responded.

"Then now, let's see who else can block our way?"