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Seeing his arrogance, Chief Bai took a step forward: "Dumplon, I think you are tired of work!"

The Hanged King stretched out his hand and stopped the white leader.

"What else, you go on."

Dunplowne sneered: "It's not just me who has been exploited for such a long time. Everyone who is present here counts as one. Everyone has had enough. Your Majesty, let me tell you, you should stop being a king, maybe Everyone can still see that you are letting your life go by because of your past love."

After saying this, Dunplown picked up a whistle-like thing, put it in his mouth and blew it, making a piercing sound, which seemed to be a signal to people outside.

The Hanged King watched him do all this so calmly, and even stopped the three leaders around him.

"What about you, do you think the same as him?"

The Hanged King glanced at the other kings.

Most people dare not meet his gaze.

There were already shouts of killing outside the main hall.

It must be that the thugs brought by the lords have already started fighting with the guards in the palace.

The king didn't seem to hear the voices of the rebellion, and he was still relaxed.

"Your Majesty, abdicate."

Another king also stood up: "As long as you are willing to abdicate, we promise that we will never kill you."

"Yes, as long as you abdicate, everything is easy to talk about."

If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three.

One by one, the kings jumped out and persuaded the Hanged King to abdicate.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Jue guessed how many pieces they would be cut into by the Hanged King.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't think they would succeed in the rebellion.

But apart from him, no one seems to be able to realize the huge power gap between them and the Hanged King.

I don't know who gave them the confidence.

Is it the black leader who hasn't shown up yet?

It was the first time for Zhang Jue to see such a good show performed by others, and he wished he could immediately take out Guazier and Maza from the different space.

The king whom Zhang Jue was relying on also wanted to stand up, but Zhang Jue pushed him down on the seat.

"If you don't want to die, just sit down."

he said coldly.

The king looked at Zhang Jue, he was speechless, he didn't know what happened to Mr. Feng, why he suddenly rebelled, and why did he remind himself?

On the stage, the drama of rebellion has reached a fever pitch.

Some personal guards of the king had already stood in front of the stage, ready to fight the three chiefs who defended the Hanged King at any time.

Regardless of the outcome of the battle outside, as long as the king can be controlled, everything will be fine.

In this tense situation, the Hanged King became more calm.

He picked up the goblet and took a sip of the light green liquid inside.

"It's not impossible for you to ask me to abdicate. I want to know which one you will nominate to be your next His Majesty the King."

"Of course it is me."

After the Hanged King finished asking, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in the center of the hall.

As the black mist gradually dissipated, the figure of the black leader appeared from inside.

He is the main planner of this conspiracy.

No one was surprised to see him appear.

Seems like that's what's on the table.

I don't know when it started, there were rumors that the black leader wanted to rebel - maybe it wasn't a rumor, anyway, he embarked on that road of no return.

The Hanged King sat on the throne, looked at the black leader suspended in the air, and suddenly laughed.

"Bessemer, I gave you such a long time to prepare and never interfered with your actions, so you prepared these for me?" The Hanged King looked at the lords who asked him to abdicate, with a look of disdain on his face .

"You really...disappointed me so much, let's do it."

The latter sentence was addressed to the three leaders who were already furious.

After receiving the order, the red leader remained beside the Hanged King to ensure his safety, while the white leader and the yellow leader walked down the steps slowly.

The guards hired by the lords swarmed up, but they were not the combined enemy of the two leaders at all.

With a swing of the white leader's huge axe, a large area was cut.

Leader Huang shook his fan lightly, and a gust of wind blew by, and several guards fell down clutching their heads.

The strength gap between the two sides is too great, and only a few thugs can barely avoid being killed in seconds.

Of course, Zhang Jue didn't end there. He slipped the lord whom he was relying on aside like a chicken, and moved a stool to watch the play there.

Less than 10 minutes passed.

All the thugs off the field were eliminated by the two leaders.

The white leader still felt puzzled, poked the big ax on the ground, and shouted who else was there.

The shouts of killing outside became smaller and smaller.

A guard came in at the door and reported the situation of the battle to the white leader.

Zhang Jue was far away from them, but he could still vaguely hear the words "total annihilation, capture".

It seems that the black leader's rebellion this time will end in failure.

And it was a complete failure.

It didn't even make a splash.

Since his appearance, he has been floating in the air, wearing the painful face bestowed upon him by the Hanged King.

No one can see his expression.

At this moment, all his vital forces were easily defeated by the Hanged King, and what he will face is probably the fiercest anger of His Majesty the King.

But unexpectedly, there was no anger on the Hanged King's face, only disappointment.

He looked at the black leader in mid-air and shook his head.

"Bessemer, if this is the answer sheet you gave me, then I will tell you that you are unqualified, and you are not worthy of this position—even though, you are my son."

As soon as the Hanged King's words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The kings who were kneeling on the ground and trembling were belatedly aware that something was wrong.

Others played the scene of father and son killing each other, but let them be cannon fodder.

Even Zhang Jue only found out that this black leader was actually the son of the Hanged King.

In my impression, after the Hanged King was resurrected, he should have executed all the subjects who betrayed him. How could he leave such a son alone.

It also brought him a painful face.

There must be something tricky here.

Zhang Jue only hated that he didn't bring a bucket of popcorn to enjoy this scene of thunderstorm in another world.

"You killed my mother, my elder brother, my maidservant, and everything about me..."

Speaking of the past, the black leader couldn't stop trembling, and the pain mask he wore was broken into pieces, revealing the scarred face.

"Just because I gave you a sip of water, you left me until now. You didn't forgive me. You just wanted to torture me and watch me become crazy..."

The black leader roared angrily, his whole body was surrounded by a black flame, killing intent spewed out from his body.

The white leader and the yellow leader took a few steps back and stood in front of the Hanged King to prevent him from suddenly getting into trouble.

"I swore at my mother's grave that one day, I will kill you, kill you!!!"

The black leader fell into madness, and the black flame seemed to have life, and rushed towards the Hanged King.

Fortunately, Chief Bai and Chief Huang had early warning.

The two shouted lightly, each took out a gemstone from their chests, and two layers of protective shields, one white and one yellow, suddenly appeared, covering the three leaders and the Hanged King together, avoiding the impact of the black flames.

The Hanged King sat securely on his throne.

"Bessymer, is this all you have?"

The black leader sneered.

"Although my strength is not good, it is enough to kill you."

"Oh? I want to see how you want to kill—"

Just when the Hanged King was halfway through his words, he had to stop, because a dagger stabbed out from his chest.

He mechanically turned his head back, only to see that the red leader who had been protecting him all this time had circled behind at some point, holding a dagger, and piercing through the back of the throne.

The smile on his red joy face is so dazzling.

"Your Majesty the King." He said respectfully, "The Queen has always been reluctant to part with you."

The black leader throws himself out to attract everyone's attention. In fact, the red leader is their real killing move.

The dagger in the red leader's hand is specially made, which can block all surges of magic power.

Even though the Hanged King could cast powerful spells, as long as the dagger was stained with his blood, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Redback let go of his hand, allowing the dagger to pin the Hanged King to the back of the chair, and then took out an ordinary knife.

As long as His Majesty's head is cut off with a knife, he will never be resurrected again.

"Do not!!!"

Leader Bai and Leader Huang were too far away to stop him in time.

In full view.

His knife sliced ​​downward bit by bit.

At this moment, time seems to slow down.

Just when the blade was only [-] centimeter away from the Hanged King's neck.

The red leader's hand stopped suddenly.

Because a black long knife stood in front of him.

……

Thank you Qin Zhidao for your reward, thank you very much!

Chapter 343 Unreal Reality (Big Chapter)

Two of His Majesty's four chiefs were involved in the conspiracy.

And these two rebels, one is the son of His Majesty the King, and the other is the Queen's confidant.

The two of them, bright and dark, have almost succeeded.

The moment the steel knife fell, everyone's heart had already reached their throats.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A person holding a black long knife suddenly appeared in front of the red leader.

He stands on a table before the throne, wearing a jester's mask.

The long black knife rested on the neck of the red chief.

"I said, it's almost done." The lazy voice sounded, "I don't have so much free time to watch you ink blots here."

After he appeared, the red leader's knife stopped, not because he didn't dare to continue cutting, but because he found that he couldn't move.

Suppressed by the opponent's aura.