182. Chapter 182 Hell and Hell

Author: seedless melon

Chapter 182 Hell and Darkness

The Moon Knight was indeed a little frightened by the idea of ​​the princess.

If the princess wanted to seize the throne and become king, it would not frighten him so much, but it seems that the princess wants to overthrow the Prime Minister and the Holy See. This is no longer a wish but a delusion.

That princess... in the Moon Night Knight's imagination should be just a vase and a puppet. After all, the king is in his prime and may live for a long, long time. As the first heir, the princess wants to turn the word "inherit" into

Being 'in position' should also require a long wait.

"Don't be afraid, we have other allies." Victoria said, "We also have a 'legend' here."

"Who?" the Moon Night Knight asked curiously. Although he had opened the door and slowly moved out of this dangerous place, he still turned back with curiosity and stuck his head in the crack of the door. He asked: "Have you counted?

Prime Minister, are there any 'legends' with the King and the Holy See? I'm not very good at arithmetic, but I know there's no chance of winning in this calculation~"

"The odds are good," Victoria said. "We have many allies."

"I think you are crazy~" Moon Night Knight completely shrank his body from the crack in the door, planning to run away completely.

Suddenly Victoria called out: "Mr. Knight, I have written some new songs. Do you want to listen to them?"

The Moon Knight slipped back through the crack in the door very smoothly, and the smoothness of his movements made one wonder if he was a fat cat with fluffy fur.

"As promised in advance, we will only talk about music and not politics," Moon Night Knight declared.

"Mr. Knight, as you wish~" Victoria said.

Lear also showed a very interested expression, "VIC, I am very interested in your new form of songs. I can compose lyrics for your new songs. I will definitely be the most helpful audience for you."

"Sucking dog... Oh, no, my dear friend, are you engaging in a 'heroic rivalry' with me?" The Knight of the Moonlight Pointed his ruthless iron face and accusations at Lear.

"What is a 'bear's neck'?" Lear was used to hearing an endless stream of new words from the Moon Knight.

"It's a despicable and shameless behavior, so we should put an end to it." After the Moon Knight finished speaking, he asked Victoria: "Dear VIC, have you heard of the rock band?"

"What is that?" Victoria asked doubtfully.

"A form of chorus composed of multiple people is very popular in my hometown." Moon Night Knight said, "We can definitely form a rock band."

As expected, Victoria showed a very interested expression, "Please introduce the rock band, Mr. Knight."

The Moonlight Knight glanced at Lear proudly, and Lear suddenly understood what "bear's neck" meant.

…

The information received by Moon Night Knight will be synchronized to Truman without any delay.

Therefore, Truman, who was in the finals, had greater doubts about this game.

This doubt was seen by Lilith.

Lilith is improving the 'Lingwen Typewriter'. The method she uses is to directly use the 'Craftsman' second-level skill 'Energy' to change the structure of the typewriter, covering up the irrationalities in the mechanical structure and industrial design, which will make '

Linwen typewriter' becomes a black box tool with only input and output.

This is the absurd and powerful part of the extraordinary power possessed by ‘craftsmen’. ‘Craftsmen’ only present the results directly, and the process only needs to be left to God.

The whole process requires the support of a large number of 'shares', which are provided by Truman. This is a 'craftsman' collaboration model. The second-level skills of 'craftsmen' have an open structure and can be shared by everyone, so once Chuman

The door was distracted, and Lilith immediately noticed it.

"Truman, be serious, we are already very behind schedule." Lilith whispered.

Her hand was spitting out blue flames like a welding machine. At this moment, she no longer cared about hiding her identity as an extraordinary person. Everyone knew that none of the people who could make it to the finals were ordinary people. Ordinary people had become experimental materials.

"Okay." Truman nodded, but turned to look at Professor Yang. Now Professor Yang was like a beekeeper, printing a large amount of honey with spiritual texts.

Bees are insects that exist in groups, and others are ants and cockroaches. Ants are too small, and cockroaches are difficult to find in the palace. Only the bees of the palace beekeeper are the most suitable for use as spiritual carriers, because they are very abundant.

huge.

A single bee is so small in size that it can certainly not write many spiritual texts. However, Professor Yang worked tirelessly and the progress of the work was still gratifying. It looked like he wanted to directly 'roll' the two opponents to death.

Compared with Truman, Chen Angxing, who has not yet found the trick, is even more miserable and is still wandering among various materials.

"The inscriptions of a genealogy range from a few hundred to thousands of words. Even if it is calculated as 5,000 words, it only takes Professor Yang 20 days to complete the rubbings of all the spiritual inscriptions. If he obtains a more suitable carrier, it will still take more time.

It will be shortened." Lilith's voice was full of a sense of crisis, "We have to work harder to have a chance of winning."

"How did Professor Yang get such a 'share'? No one doubts it?" Truman's question was not a question, but a sigh. With Professor Yang's actual age of over sixty years old, he would have been sucked into writing so many spiritual texts long ago.

Has he become a monster? He is still alive and kicking now. Doesn’t anyone doubt it? The prime minister’s cheating no longer follows basic logic.

"Everyone will be suspicious when they look at you," Lilith said.

Indeed, Truman is also suspicious of directly finding the carrier of a god-level spiritual text.

In short, it’s okay that the finals are full of ‘monsters’.

"Professor Yang must not be allowed to win the championship." Truman said, and then injected more 'shares' into the unfinished Lingwen typewriter through the tools in Lilith's hands.

…

Before the finals, Heisha once told Truman.

"The Prime Minister will definitely not be willing to let the spiritual texts he got go to waste. He needs to get enough spiritual texts of the new lineage and then give them to the emperor to make a promotion potion for little Habs."

At that time, Heisha didn’t know that this new lineage was ‘Zong 1’, but she knew that it was definitely better than ‘Tao 16’.

"Because the Prime Minister holds the key to the new genealogy, he can pretend to be anyone related to Shirley Young to participate in the competition. You can't let him win." Black Sha said, "If the Prime Minister wins, little Habs

It will be out of our control, and our plan will be very dangerous."

"What is the content of the plan?" Truman asked.

"I can't tell you yet." Heisha replied.

"Then as an important member of the plan, what can I gain?" Truman asked.

"Besides the title of king, what else do you want to get?" Black Sha asked.

"Power, a title can guarantee security in peacetime, but in a state of war, I feel that it is not enough to protect me." Truman said.

"You are indeed very smart." Behind the black veil seemed to be smiling, "So I will give you a characteristic that can ensure safety before the finals. Remember that we once jumped into the river and woke up in the cemetery of the Divine Power Prison.

Huh? This characteristic is called 'Hell Movement', and I will give it to you."
Chapter completed!