I’m In Charge of SCP

The banquet is about to begin.

Zhang Jue went to the main hall of the palace with the lord.

The main hall is huge, and it can even be described as magnificent.

Twenty-odd masters of the subject countries enter the main hall as if ants are on the Great Wall, which is disproportionately at all.

The entire palace is built, and I don’t know how much manpower, material and financial resources will be spent.

The Hanged King was called a tyrant, and probably was not wronged.

In the center of the main hall is a huge throne, the back of the chair extends all the way to the dome.

Below is a row of steps made of jade, covered with a red carpet, all the way to the entrance of the main hall.

On both sides of the red carpet, a small dining table was placed every few meters for the lords of the country to dine.

Zhang Jue’s country lord chose the farthest table from the throne to sit down. Although he planned to rebel, his hands still tremble uncontrollably, either because of excitement or nervousness.

Zhang Jue stood behind him like a conscientious bodyguard, but his eyes kept scanning the surroundings, familiar with the surrounding environment.

After the twenty-odd country masters were all seated, the waiter served plates of delicious dishes.

Said it was a "delicious meal", but Zhang Jue actually didn't know what the colorful things were on the plate.

He even saw a few worms wriggling under the plate.

Rao is that he is already invincible in the world, and he can't help but feel nauseous.

Not to mention that there is still a lot of food in his alien space, even if he died, he would not eat this kind of food.

On the table in front of the throne, food was also served by the waiter, and it was obviously more abundant than the kings below.

But the legendary king has never appeared.

Several country masters whispered to the attendants behind them again, wondering if they were discussing the details of the assassination for a while.

Zhang Jue's lord also turned around and hooked his finger at him.

Zhang Jue bent his ears over.

While paying attention to the movements of other people, the lord said to him: "Mr. Feng, we will act on the occasion. If they don't start, you definitely don't do it first."

This one is really a little embarrassed. After rebelling, he still wants to be stable, how can he succeed.

But Zhang Jue didn't plan to help them either, so he smiled and nodded.

The dishes were ready, and after a while, there was a neat footstep at the gate of the main hall.

A group of heavily armed soldiers, armed with long spears, came from a distance, lined up on both sides of the entrance to the main hall.

All the masters stood up unconsciously and looked towards the door.

Outside the hall.

A burly man wearing a crown, under the protection of a group of soldiers, slowly walked over here.

Behind him, the three leaders of red, white and yellow followed closely.

Needless to say, this should be the famous Hanged King-of course, apart from Zhang Jue, probably no one would dare to call him that way.

The Hanged King crossed both sides of the Lords who had been waiting there early, stepping up the steps step by step, and sitting on the throne.

He held the handle with both hands, folded his left leg on his right, and looked down at the world.

The king's face cannot be looked directly at, and everyone bowed their heads slightly.

They all seemed to be overwhelmed by the aura emanating from the Hanged King.

His appearance made the people who were just about to start to retreat.

No one dared to look directly at the Hanged King.

Except for Zhang Jue.

He even took a sneak peek when the Hanged King passed by.

The opponent's appearance seemed to stay at the moment before he was hanged, unchanged.

It is very different from the image in the script of S-701 (The Tragedy of the Hanged King).

The Hanged King, at least, still looks like a human being.

After the Hanged King took his seat, a gong sounded and the banquet officially began.

According to the rules, the countries that came to pay tribute mainly showed their most precious treasures on the spot at the banquet to demonstrate their loyalty to His Majesty the King.

Soon after the banquet began, the first country lord knelt in front of the throne, holding a palm-sized box in his hand.

The leader Huang, who was standing next to the Hanged King, blew a sigh, and the little box flew to the Hanged King automatically.

The Hanged King held the table with one hand, and opened the small box with the other hand.

Inside is something like a night pearl, emitting a blue gleam,

The lord of the country knelt to the ground and said, "Your Majesty, this night pearl can not only be bright, but it can also help you prolong your life and stay youthful forever."

The Hanged King did not speak, but just nodded, and then closed the lid.

Zhang Jue's eyes widened when he saw this scene.

If he read it right, it is a glass ball, it is also a special night pearl, it also prolongs life and stays youthful, one dare to say it, and the other dare to believe it.

Then, several country leaders offered their tributes in turn.

Although the gifts they took out were different, they all had one characteristic-it was useless, but they were so boasted.

Even a layman like Zhang Jue can see that they are all fakes, not to mention the Hanged King who has mastered the lifeblood of the entire underground trading market.

But the Hanged King didn't seem to notice their trickyness, squinting his eyes slightly, no matter how many times they offered the treasures, they would accept them all.

However, the three leaders behind him were all pale, as if they could not wait to immediately come down and kill all these unscrupulous country masters.

It seems that the Hanged King doesn't know what their calculations are, but is too lazy to expose it.

Zhang Jue’s lord of the country was the furthest away from the Hanged King, and was the last person to offer a treasure.

What he dedicated to the Hanged King was a black gold dagger. Although it was not a rare object, it was still much better than other people's things.

After the treasure offering was finished, the dishes on the Hanged King's table did not move. He glanced at the ghostly country masters below, and said in a lazy voice: "The banquet is here. If there is nothing else, let it go."

With that, he stood up and seemed to want to leave.

At this time, the first country lord who offered the treasure also stood up.

"Your Majesty, please stay, we have something to say."

"Oh?" The Hanged King looked at him condescendingly, "Demplown, what do you want to say?"

"It's not what I want to say, it's us." The country lord named Demplow looked at other people around. "Your Majesty, you built this exchange. We all accept your love, but so For a long time, we have had enough treasures to pay tribute, and we still have our own people to feed. I am here this time to tell you that I will not give you anything in the future."

It was probably the first time to talk to the Hanged King like this. Demplown's tone was humble at first, but later became more and more presumptuous, seeming to have a different kind of pleasure.

Seeing him so arrogant, the white leader took a step forward: "Demplown, I think you are tired of living!"

The Hanged King stretched out his hand to stop the white leader.

"What else, you go on."

Demplown sneered: "It's not just me. There is one here. Everyone has enough. Your Majesty, if you ask me, you should not be a king. Maybe Everyone can still see that you will be able to make a living in the past."

After saying this, Demplown picked up a whistle-like thing, put it in his mouth and blew it, making a harsh noise, which seemed to be sending a signal to people outside.

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

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

The Hanged King's gaze swept across the other lord.

Most people dare not meet his gaze.

The sound of killing has been heard outside the hall.

It must be that the thugs brought by the lord of the country are already at war with the guards in the palace.

The king seemed to have not heard the voices of rebellion, and he was still in good time.

"Your Majesty, abdicate."

Another country leader 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 say."

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

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

Zhang Jue watched this scene, guessing that they would be cut into pieces by the Hanged King in a while.

From beginning to end he didn't think they would succeed in 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 is the first time that Zhang Jue has watched someone perform such a good show, and he can't wait to immediately take out the melon seeds and Mazha from the different space.

Zhang Jue's host wanted to stand up, but Zhang Jue pressed him to his seat.

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

He said coldly.

The king looked at Zhang Jue, he couldn't speak, he didn't know what happened to Mr. Feng, why he suddenly turned back, and why did he remind himself?

On the stage, the drama of rebellion has become intense.

The personal guards of some country lords have already stood in front of the stage, ready to fight with the three chiefs who defended the Hanged King at any time.

No matter what the outcome of the battle outside, as long as the king can be controlled, everything is easy to say.

At this time of tension, the Hanged King became more calm.

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

"It is not impossible for you to let me abdicate. I want to know which one you will nominate as your next king."

"Of course it is me."

After the Hanged King finished asking questions, 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 chief planner of this rebellion.

No one was surprised to see him appear.

It seems that this is what is on the bright side.

I don't know when it started, there were rumors that the black leader wanted to rebel-that may not be a rumor, in short, he embarked on the road of no return.

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

"Bessemer, I gave you so long to prepare, and never interfered with your actions, so you prepared this for me?" The Hanged King looked at the host of the country who had let him abdicate, with a disdainful expression on his face. .

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

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

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

The guards hired by the country masters swarmed, but they weren't the enemy of the two leaders at all.

With a wave of the white leader's great axe, it cut a large swath.

Chief Huang shook his fan lightly, a gust of wind blew, and several guards covered their heads and fell down.

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

Of course, Zhang Jue didn't end. He lifted the country lord he had been with to aside like a little chicken, while he moved a stool and watched the show.

Only less than ten minutes passed.

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

The white leader still felt puzzled, so he stuck his axe on the ground and shouted who else was there.

The shouting and killing outside also became smaller and smaller.

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

Zhang Jue is far away from them, but the words "total annihilation, captive" can still be heard vaguely.

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 he appeared, he has been floating in the air, carrying the painful side that the Hanged King bestowed on him.

No one can see his expression.

At this moment, all of his vital powers were easily defeated by the Hanged King. What he will face is probably the most violent anger of His Majesty.

But unexpectedly, there was no anger on the Hanged King's face, and some were just disappointed.

He looked at the black leader in the 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 to sit in this position-even though you are my son."

As soon as the Hanged King said this, the audience was in an uproar.

Those country masters who knelt on the ground shivering and realizing later realized that something was wrong.

Others play the drama of father and son cannibalism, but let them be cannon fodder.

Even Zhang Jue knew that the black leader turned out to be the son of the Hanged King.

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

It also brought him a painful face.

There must be something tricky in it.

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

"After you killed my mother, you killed my brother, you killed my maidservant, you killed all of me..."

Speaking of the past, the black leader couldn't stop shaking, the painful patch he wore was shattered, revealing his face full of scars.

"Just because I gave you a sip of water, you kept me until now, you didn't forgive me, you just wanted to torture me, watching me become crazy a little bit..."

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

The white leader and the yellow leader took a few steps back and guarded the Hanged King to prevent him from suddenly escalating into trouble.

"I swore before my mother's grave, 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, the white leader and the yellow leader had early warning.

The two snorted, each took out a gem from their chests, a white and a yellow protective cover suddenly appeared, wrapping the three leaders and the Hanged King together, avoiding the impact of the black flame.

The Hanged King sat firmly on the throne.

"Bessemer, do you only have this strength?"

The black leader sneered.

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

"Oh? I want to see, how are you going to kill—"

Just halfway through what the Hanged King said, he had to stop because a dagger stabbed out of his chest.

He turned his head mechanically, and saw that the red leader who had been guarding him did not know when he came around, holding a dagger, and piercing the back of the throne's chair.

The smile on his red happy face was so dazzling.

"Your Majesty," he reverently said, "The Queen Mother, she 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 killer.

The dagger in the hands of the red leader is specially made, which can block all the surge of magical power.

Even if the Hanged King can cast powerful spells, as long as the dagger is stained with his blood, he will be no different from ordinary people~www.novelmt.com~ The red collar let go, and let the dagger nail the Hanged King. On the back of the chair, he took out an ordinary knife.

As long as the head of His Majesty the King is chopped off with a single knife, he will never be able to resurrect.

"Do not!!!"

The white leader and the yellow leader are too far apart, there is no time to stop him.

Under everyone's eyes.

His knife was chopped down little by little.

At this moment, time seems to slow down.

Just when the blade was only 0.11 centimeter away from the neck of the Hanged King.

The red leader's hand suddenly stopped.

Because a black long knife blocked him.

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