Chapter 925： Violent old man

In the dream.

Bechmont fell to the side of a scarred raptor.

A large number of distorted monsters around him surrounded him, which was already his 177th resurrection.

Bechmont raised his head and looked at the black figure that emerged behind the monsters.

"It seems that the wonderful time is over, next time... next time you will be trapped in a forever sleep."

Bechmont did not answer the black figure, and he used his old arm to stroke the raptor whose life was coming to an end.

The last scene was that the surrounding monsters swarmed and smashed him into pieces with the raptor.

When he returned to God again, he finally woke up from a long nightmare, and a group of people were surrounded by Bethmont's throne.

"Your Majesty! You wake up!"

The woman who had been on the side of Bechmont saw him open his eyes and excitedly shouted.

"Pass me to order..."

Bechmont supported his body with his dry hands and wanted to stand up from the throne.

This scene caused the surrounding ministers to quickly retreat, as if the old king had accumulated some power to make them fear.

Bechmont, the human name is Lemons, the king is the backbone of the country that supports the entire sea, and he has the power to deter the surrounding countries.

As long as the king comes forward, the human rebellion in the country of the sea is an easy problem to solve.

In the eyes of ministers, their king is the same as the savior, and can also be called the existence of God.

"Please ask your majesty."

The ministers have been crouching on the ground, and they have already felt... the wrath of the millennial emperor who ruled the country of the sea.

This anger will clean up all those who are enemies of the country.

"All humans, the seas... all who have the magic net must create their own characters in the world of the world's rift!"

Bechmont’s order allowed the following group of ministers to return to silence. They looked at each other and could see the doubts in the other’s eyes.

"Magic Net! You...and your children and grandchildren haven't used this thing yet!" Bechmont's voice finally faded away, full of endless anger, and he widened his eyes and scanned all the subjects below. .

"When... of course used, but what is the world crack?" one of the subjects asked cautiously.

"My son seems to have played that thing, it is a game."

"Yes, it's a game, you will give me a character right now!" Bechmont's voice was full of anger, and at this moment they discovered that the old man who was dying was in anger. The time was so ugly, just a roar made the ministers close their mouths.

"Do you want me to save this decaying country? Yes! But everyone you are present, including all the children below you, the servants must be upgraded to the full level in the world of rift!"

This statement by Bechmont listened to the following group of ministers in the fog, many of them have not played the magic net game, and some of them even do not understand the meaning of the game level.

But the ministers did not dare to disobey the king, the king is to restore their wealth, status, and even the last hope of life!

Therefore, even if the ministers do not understand, they can only quickly agree to the requirements of their king.

Suddenly a young aristocrat who stumbled at the end of the main hall stood up. He seemed to follow his father to the hall.

His father was constantly pulling his clothes around him, so that he would not anger the other party while the king was on the air.

"Your Majesty! I... my rank has reached the full level." He did not continue to squat, but instead brave the courage to say to Bechmont.

"Already full level?"

"Yes...Yes, I am playing the tribal camp, the 60th-level troll shaman... I just took a copy of my heart with my friends in Nolan this morning and I was brought to you by my father."

When he talked about it, he complained about his dissatisfaction with his father's behavior. In order to prove that he also opened his own magic net interface, he showed the troll's account to Bechmont.

"Your father is not qualified to order you from today, have you heard it? Mommler..." After Bechmont finished this, his gaze glanced again at the minister below.

"I know that you value your position, higher than the human aristocracy! Now I am adding a new law to the country of the sea! The guy in the world of the crack is lower than the other, no matter what the two sides are, no identity The right to order the other party! Defiant...the death penalty!"

crazy!

The ministers heard the command of Bechmont underneath, and replaced it with any country. It is estimated that someone will come forward to accuse the king of being a madman.

But no one here dares to... The foundation of the country of the sea is built on Bechmont!

Without Bechmont, there is no country of the sea, which is a point that all nobles know well.

So the king has no problem no matter how he changes the laws of his country.

"My order has been released! It is now disappearing in front of my eyes! Right! Momley, your son left, tell me the name of your character in the crack."

Bechmont's loud voice, the ministers quit and left the hall, leaving only the son of Mommler in the hall.

When everyone else left, Bechmont sat on his throne with some force.

The erosion from the tree of the Dark Elf world is equivalent to having countless blood-sucking scorpions hiding in its body. Although Bechmont has enough power, he can't find a way to destroy them.

Bechmont suffered the erosion of these scorpions in the nightmare world, but his role in the world's rift really helped it eliminate a few scorpions.

But not enough! Far from enough…

He was constantly killed by the monsters in the nightmare, and he was constantly resurrected... One of the reasons was that his role in the crack was too weak, only twenty-three, and secondly, the number of people he could control was too small, only A person!

If there is an army... Bechmont emerged the same idea as General Field at this moment.

In the world of nightmares, there is an army of rift characters in the illusion of consciousness.

Bechmont will surely smash those **** dark elves!

The accumulation of anger broke out directly, and it was indifferent to Bechmont’s experience of this country. He just wanted to dismember these scorpions.

"Your Majesty." The nobleman came to the king cautiously and asked, "Do you have any instructions?"

Bechmont is still in a state of anger, and just a few words just made him feel great pressure.

When he was awkwardly waiting for the king to give instructions, Bechmont’s next sentence made him relieved.

"What is the copy you just said? There is also a quick way to get to full level, and how to get those equipment whose name is purple." Bechmont asked very seriously.

"This, ah, I can take you to leveling, I mean... to help you upgrade the ranks." He immediately modified his own wording.