I’m In Charge of SCP

Among the four chiefs of His Majesty, two chiefs participated in the rebellion.

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

The two of them turned on and off, and almost succeeded.

The moment the steel knife fell, everyone's hearts had already touched their throats.

At this moment, the sudden change occurred.

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

He stood on the table in front of the throne, wearing a clown mask.

The long black knife rests on the red leader's neck.

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

After he appeared, Chief Red's knife stopped. It wasn't that he didn't dare to cut it down, but that he found that he couldn't move.

Being suppressed by the other's momentum.

This kind of aura can only be felt when His Majesty the King is in full bloom.

"Who are you!" the red leader asked.

"Who am I? It's not your turn to ask." Zhang Jue yawned and looked at the black leader in the sky, "You save me once, and now I also give you a chance. Get out of here quickly, otherwise What happens is beyond my control."

Zhang Jue's sudden appearance disrupted everyone's plans.

The four chiefs of black, red, white and yellow all looked at him warily.

The black leader saved him at first. His idea is very simple. As long as it is against the king, he is his ally.

But Zhang Jue was able to subdue the red leader with one move. This strength is no longer inferior to him.

But no matter who this person is, he and the red leader have been conspiring for a long time in this rebellion, and he couldn't give up at this time without turning back his bow.

"Come on." He said to Zhang Jue, "Let me see if you have this strength!"

The black leader is ready to fight Zhang Jue to the death.

To be precise, before launching this coup, he was prepared to be benevolent if he failed.

No one can stop him!

"Nonono, did you make a mistake."

Zhang Jue waved his hand when he saw the black leader's sword drawn.

"Since ancient times, I have never interfered in the internal affairs of other countries. Whether you want to rebel or usurp the throne, I have nothing to do with me. I just sincerely want to give you and this red thing a chance. You have decided to make a desperate move, and I can only wish you good luck."

With that said, Zhang Jue simply put away his knife, jumped off the table, moved a chair and sat next to him, so he could look at them in time.

It seems that what happened just now has nothing to do with him.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Except for the Hanged King.

The Hanged King whose heart was pierced by the special dagger did not become weak. Instead, he shook the goblet in his hand and glanced at Zhang Jue: "How do you know?"

Zhang Jue waved his hand: "Hurry up, I still have business."

The conversation between the two is outside everyone, no one knows what dumb riddle they are playing.

But now that things have progressed, the red leader and the black leader have no retreat.

The red leader picked up his knife and cut it at the neck of the Hanged King again.

But the next moment.

His body exploded into a cloud of blood.

...

Silence, absolute silence.

The needle drop can be heard.

Everyone present did not even dare to take a breath.

Among the four leaders, the strength of the red leader is second only to the black leader, and is equal to the yellow leader.

Because of his cruelty, the pleasant face he wore was the most fierce.

But at this moment, he didn't even have the ability to resist.

This huge power gap makes everyone fearful.

Everyone's eyes focused on Zhang Jue.

He didn't know when he conjured an umbrella and held it in his hand, and his body was still clean.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Zhang Jue spread his hands.

"I said it earlier, it's not me if you don't mix these things."

Since it's not him, then there is only one person who can do this—

The Hanged King slowly stood up from his seat.

Looking down on sentient beings.

As Zhang Jue had expected, how could someone who could build such a huge Ten Thousand Realm Exchange be killed so easily?

After the Hanged King was resurrected, it was no longer the original Hanged King.

After so long, the red and black leaders may have forgotten their fear of being dominated by the Hanged King.

The Hanged King looked up at the black leader floating in mid-air, and said, "Bessemer, you really disappointed me."

Before his words fell, the black leader covered his face, fell from the air, fell to the ground, and rolled in pain.

The Hanged King walked in front of him step by step.

"I am going to kill you!!!"

The black leader exhausted his last bit of strength and climbed to the feet of the Hanged King.

The Hanged King's face was cold.

One foot on his hand.

The black leader let out a desperate howl.

This is his last voice in this world.

Because in the next second, his body turned into a cloud of black ashes.

The Hanged King shot, no matter the red leader or the black leader, he didn't even have the qualifications to resist.

The two of them planned to usurp the throne for a long time, in the eyes of the Hanged King, it was a joke.

Here, he is the absolute master.

After recognizing this fact, all the masters who participated in the rebellion fell on their knees, shivering, not even daring to beg for mercy.

The Hanged King walked back to his throne step by step, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.

After this incident, I believe that no one will dare to rebel.

Everyone will surrender to him.

forever.

The Hanged King turned around and looked at Zhang Jue.

"You said, what should I do with them?"

"Your Majesty, I said earlier that I don't want to interfere with you." Zhang Jue shrugged, "Besides, you should have already thought about how to deal with them, so why bother to ask me more."

The Hanged King looked at Zhang Jue coldly, and then ordered the two leaders, Huang Bai, "Kill them all."

A long-planned rebellion ended with the victory of the Hanged King.

A total of 28 state leaders came to pay tribute, of which 25 participated in the plan of the black leader, and all were killed.

There is only one exception, and that is the one served by Zhang Jue.

At the last moment, he was held by Zhang Jue and did not jump out.

The Hanged King only confiscated all his treasures.

After the traitors were eliminated, only the Hanged King and Zhang Jue remained in the entire hall.

The Hanged King was holding a goblet in his hand, looking at Zhang Jue who was sitting on a chair eating melon seeds, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Consultant Zhang, what is the matter with you coming to see me this time?"

"It's rare that His Majesty the King remembers me." Zhang Jue threw the melon seed shell in his hand on the ground casually and clapped his hands.

"The aura exuding from Consultant Zhang's body is different from all the creatures in this universe. As long as you look at it, it's hard to forget."

Zhang Jue's current dress and appearance are completely different from when he was at Jiangzhou University, but these bigwigs never looked at appearance, but distinguished a person by breath.

From the time Zhang Jue appeared in this city-state, the Hanged King had already noticed it.

But for Zhang Jue, these don't matter.

He looked at the Hanged King and spread his hands: "It's true that I have some trouble, and I may need your majesty's help."

"Oh?" The Hanged King raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect the famous Consultant Zhang to have trouble."

The Hanged King's tone was slightly mocking, but Zhang Jue heard something different from it.

Like the owl encountered in the Unknown Forest, these big men who have reached a certain level seem to know him.

And the attitude towards him is not very friendly, but he dare not move him.

Otherwise, with the strength shown by the Hanged King, it would not be a problem to kill him in seconds.

"It seems to have failed your expectations." Zhang Jue was also somewhat helpless. "I'm trapped here now and can't get out. Please do me a favor. I just confessed to my girlfriend and I haven't had time to kiss."

The Hanged King looked at Zhang Jue with a weird look: "Consultant Zhang, I admit that for some reasons, I can't hurt you, but why do you think I will help you?"

After the Hanged King was resurrected, his temperament changed drastically, and he was no longer a Mingjun.

He fished for law enforcement and killed his son himself.

There is nothing he can't do anymore.

"Indeed, before coming to the palace, I was also considering this issue." Zhang Jue looked up and down at the king who had died once, "But your Majesty, with all due respect, after seeing you, I will know. You will definitely help me because you also need my help."

The Hanged King fell silent.

After a long time, he spoke again.

"Consultant Zhang, how do I know if what you said is true or false? Should you prove to me first that you have this ability."

"It's very simple to prove my ability." Zhang Jue sat in the chair and smiled, mysteriously. "But before that, whether your Majesty should see me in his true form, Fang showed sincerity."

...

This is the biggest secret of the Hanged King.

It is also the biggest secret of the entire city-state.

The person in front of him is not the Hanged King.

In other words, he is not the main body of the Hanged King.

He is just a ray of remnant soul left by the Hanged King in this world.

The real Hanged King has long been out of the category of human beings.

From the moment he saw him, Zhang Jue made such a judgment.

Being able to control time and space at will, and even connect his city-state with other worlds, what is not a god?

The red leader and the black leader did not realize this at all, and this was the root cause of their failure.

But Zhang Jue is different.

He never underestimated anyone.

The Hanged King looked at Zhang Jue with cold eyes without a trace of temperature.

After a while, the sky outside suddenly darkened.

The entire hall was plunged into darkness.

Zhang Jue felt his body float up.

After a while, the candle was lit.

He came to a huge wooden door.

Zhang Jue put his hand on the wooden door, and the wooden door opened silently, prying open a gap.

Zhang Jue entered the wooden door, behind which was a cell.

Instruments of torture were hung on the surrounding walls.

The center of the cell.

A mummy whose whole body was wrapped in gauze was nailed to the cross, and both hands and feet were entangled with iron chains in a large font.

There are countless insects and ants biting on his body, and a poisonous snake is wrapped around his neck, sucking his blood.

This is the real body of the Hanged King.

In order to resurrect, the Hanged King did not know what price it paid.

No wonder the wand man said that whoever sees the Hanged King will die.

"Counselor Zhang."

An ethereal voice came from all directions.

"You have already seen my real body, so how are you going to help me next?"

In order to resurrect, the Hanged King sacrificed his soul.

Zhang Jue stepped forward and looked at the king who was nailed to the cross with a calm expression on his face.

No matter who it is, he can make the Hanged King look like this, it is an existence that he absolutely can't reach.

But Zhang Jue had no choice. He had to save the Hanged King before he could leave here and return to the original world.

He slowly raised his arm and put his hand on the body of the Hanged King.

A powerful energy burst out and shook him a few meters away.

The shackles on the Hanged King are just an illusion, he is sealed here by a mysterious force.

Zhang Jue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The strange tattoo crawled up from his neck until the base of his ears—his body had automatically turned on the second state.

Otherwise, he would have died just now.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward slowly, and raised his hand again.

With preparation, he was not shaken this time.

But that huge energy is still impacting his body.

More than one level higher than him.

He summoned Long Jing and held it in his hand.

Then, he squinted his eyes and made a decision to die.

He wants to cast "Invalidate" on the Hanged King.

"puff--"

As soon as the skill was activated, he vomited a big mouthful of blood.

The dragon crystal in his hand made a clicking sound, the pieces shattered, and finally turned into dust.

This dragon crystal, which helped him survive several times, said goodbye to him forever.

Zhang Jue sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

His head was dizzy.

The mayfly shakes the tree, and the praying man's arm acts as a car.

With his current strength, he is not as good as the Hanged King, let alone helping the Hanged King get out of trouble.

"Consultant Zhang, give it up. With your current strength, it's impossible to do it." The Hanged King laughed loudly, almost madly, "Stay here with me and experience the endless pain--"

"Ah……"

Zhang Jue supported the ground with his elbows and barely stood up.

He drove his swaying body and came to the front of the Hanged King again.

"In this world, there are always a few things that you know are impossible, but you always have to try..."

As Zhang Jue said, he put his arm on the Hanged King's chest again.

He did not know how to live or die, and activated the invalid skill for the second time.

A strong backlash surged from the Hanged King.

Without Dragon Crystal's protection this time, he will face this powerful force.

Next second.

Two fireflies-like light spots appeared from his body and merged together to form a protective cover.

All the backlash power on the Hanged King was absorbed by the protective cover.

Feeling a burst of warmth from his body, Zhang Jue was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what it was—the divine fragment left by Ion and Robert Bumaro.

I didn't expect these two things to have such an effect.

Zhang Jue was overjoyed and continued to urge the invalid skills.

This time, he finally had the capital to contend with that force.

But before he was happy, he realized that the protective cover was getting weaker and weaker.

The fragments of divinity are only fragments after all.

The most annoying thing in the world is to give people hope and then despair.

Zhang Jue shook his head, sighed, and decided to accept the arrangement of fate.

He slowly closed his eyes.

That huge energy swallowed all his body in an instant.

...

I don't know how long it took.

It may be just a moment, or it may be thousands of years.

Zhang Jue opened his eyes.

He is in a void.

As far as I can see, it's gray.

"Where is this?"

He asked subconsciously.

"This is your own conscious world."

I don't know who replied.

"My consciousness is the world? Then who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, but who are you?"

"Stop talking about these gods, I have a headache." Zhang Jue said impatiently, "Quickly let me go back."

"Go back? Where are you going back?"

"Of course it is the real world."

"Can you really tell where is the real world and where is illusory?"

The other party's words made Zhang Jue angrily smiled: "What's the matter, I can't tell, can you tell? No nonsense. If you are willing to help, please help. If you don't want to, just say it. I will find a way."

"You really need help, because your existence itself is a contradiction."

Zhang Jue rubbed his temples and resisted the urge to curse, "I don't care who you are, if you talk about these messy things, I will lick you."

"Are you ready for reality?"

"Ready, ready!" Zhang Jue was already a little impatient.

"I hope you won't regret your decision."

...

This voice rang directly in Zhang Jue's mind.

At that moment, his headache was splitting, and it felt like he had drunk two catties of Erguotou.

The sky is spinning around.

It seems that the whole body is not his own anymore.

Vaguely, he felt someone talking to himself.

"Name!"

Zhang Jue opened his eyes hard.

He found himself in an interrogation room.

On the front wall hung the eight characters "Frankly lenient and resisting strict".

He was handcuffed to a chair. On the opposite side was a desk with an interrogator sitting in the desk.

"Hey, let me ask you something, name!" the other party said impatiently.

This scene seems a bit familiar.

Zhang Jue was stunned, and then answered casually.

"Zhang Jue."

"age."

"Twenty-six."

"Home address."

"No. 28, Huanhua Street, Jianghai City~www.novelmt.com~Do you know why you came here?"

"not sure."

"Oh, amnesia?" The interrogator laughed, "Do you need me to help you recall the memories?"

Zhang Jue nodded: "Sure."

"Don't pretend to be garlic here!" The interrogator slammed the table and made a loud bang, "I tell you, you must explain to me clearly today, how did you kill those people?!"

"Me? Killing?" Zhang Jue was really taken aback this time.

"Why, don't you remember?" The interrogator sneered. "Aren't your web writers very good at composing stories? Yesterday you and my colleague told a story about the Anomalous Biology Administration. It is very interesting. Today you What kind of story do you plan to tell me? I am looking forward to it, my consultant Zhang!"

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