Endless Debt.

Chapter 342 Only this time

Not knowing whether it was luck or bad news when he noticed such information at this time, the third seat became serious, and if the conditions did not allow him, he was ready to do it himself.

Even if you expose the information that you are not dead, you must win the heart of immortality.

The third seat knew one thing clearly, if the King of Shadows died, everyone's efforts would be in vain and worthless.

"what should we do?"

The voice of the third seat became a little nervous. Facing an enemy who could repeat itself infinitely, Lebius would completely figure out all the actions of the king's shield guards in time rewinding time after time.

The most important thing is that no one knows when the next time regression will come. At that time, the third seat will forget everything he just heard, and the situation will return to the original point.

"It doesn't matter," the Shadow King's words are full of confidence, "as long as Lebius appears in every time retrospective, then I can also perceive all this in every time retrospective."

The Shadow King easily realized this, even in this appearance, he always carried the arrogance of a strong man.

"But it's still too passive."

The Shadow King stared at the sea of ​​fog below, thinking about how to deal with this matter.

Then he looked at his palm again, if he didn't look so old, if he regained the power to command all things...

What about going back in time?Infinite trial and error will only make the winning rate of the Order Bureau continue to expand. Assuming that their winning rate is cold and zero from the beginning, then going back in time will only allow them to keep witnessing the desperate scene again and again.

Absolute power can crush all intrigues.

It's a pity that all of this is just a hypothesis, the current Shadow King is just a poor guy, he even needs evil flesh and blood to continue his life.

Before the Shadow King could continue to think about how to solve this problem, a white storm emerged from the city and devoured it in all directions. A few seconds later, the blazing light ignored the obstacles of matter and poured into the shadow in the fortress.

Burrog made a promise to Aimu, snuffed out the phantom seed in her chest, and triggered time regression.

Seeing the dazzling light, the third seat wants to resist... Every time he goes back in time, he has resisted, but even though he is a defender, there are still some forces that he cannot defy. of.

The same is true for the Shadow King. He looked at the attacking light unwillingly. Every time he went back in time, he could detect all of this. The premise of being aware of it was the fight between the third seat and Lebius.

If Lebius changed his strategy in the next time regression and avoided the conflict with the third seat, then he might not be aware of the existence of time regression, or he would notice it very late.

The Shadow King doesn't like the feeling of being passive, but facing this power that can play with time, he can only sigh silently.

The muddy eyes became sharper. Even though he was swallowed by the power of the utopia, the Shadow King still stubbornly stared at the light, trying to find a chance to turn the situation around.

Time gradually slowed down in the eyes of the Shadow King, and everything was clearly reflected in his eyes, even the dust.

Then the Shadow King heard it. Among the blurred noises, he could easily distinguish those noisy voices, as well as the noise of electric currents.

It seemed that someone was talking, but they were far away from the Shadow King. Even if the Shadow King concentrated his attention, he could only hear a few words drifting in the wind.

He tried to distinguish those words, but all he could get was a vague tone, as if it should not be a language that humans can hear.

In the shadow of the world, two figures sitting in front of the TV chatted.

"He has also noticed the existence of time regression," the tyrant looked at the Shadow King on the screen and let out a burst of weird laughter, "It seems that he is not as weak as he imagined."

"Who is he?"

Sai Zong was very interested in this new character behind the scenes. Although separated from the screen, Sai Zong actually felt a sense of threat when he saw the Shadow King for the first time.

Just like a fierce tiger meeting on a narrow road, even if he didn't see the other party with his own eyes, he instinctively felt the release of the killing intent just from knowing the other party's existence.

"so good……"

Sai Zong rarely raised some interest.

This man could threaten him, which made Sai Zong very happy, but before he could release this joy, he found that the man was extremely weak, which was completely inconsistent with that fierce feeling.

"He? One of my tenants, he's been living in Wandering Fork Road since the Secret War."

The tyrant said, "It's just that we've never met...he's wary of me."

Sejong asks bluntly, “Can I kill him?”

"As you feel."

The tyrant spread his hands, as if he had nothing to do with himself, "He is just my tenant, and the relationship between us is just a pure interest relationship."

Sai Zong fell silent, his eyes were hidden in the deep darkness under the weird doll's hood, and the voice sounded shortly afterwards.

"It's always hard for me to understand your thoughts. Sometimes you are noble like a king, and sometimes you are humble like a merchant."

Sai Zong never cared about the tyrant's attitude, but every time he saw his weird appearance, he felt a nameless anger.

"You mean to say, I don't look like a devil?"

The tyrant knew what Sezon was talking about, because long ago, someone else said something like this too.

The tyrant raised his hand and snapped his fingers. In a blink of an eye, the surrounding walls fell backwards, and bright light fell from above his head.

At this moment, the tyrant and Saizong were in a magnificent palace made entirely of gold, while the dark room they were in before was nothing more than a larger cardboard box.

Now the carton was opened, and the walls on all sides fell flat on the ground.

With another snap of fingers, the dilapidated sofa turned into a luxurious throne, and the TV set split from one to thousands.

They are stacked together, and each TV set represents a color block, and countless color blocks are put together to build the picture like a high wall.

"Do you find this amusing?" asked the Tyrant, his voice full of weariness with the luxury.

Sai Zong nodded silently, at this point he agrees with the tyrant's idea, which is not interesting.

Repeatedly clenching and releasing his fists, his anger-filled will gradually calmed down. Sai Zong realized that he had just been affected by anger, and he warned himself from the bottom of his heart to be vigilant at all times.

"Yeah, I don't think it's boring either."

The tyrant snapped his fingers again, and the walls on all sides rose up, reorganizing the dark box, and the two returned to their original state.

"I'm just easygoing. If the devils had a company, I should be the top salesman."

The tyrant looked at Saizong, stretched out his slender fingers, and pressed his blade-like nails on Saizong's doll costume.

"Just like your incomprehension, it's hard for me to understand you... Return the guy under your skin. You only care about bloody violence. What good is that?"

The tyrant stopped in the middle of his speech, he stopped the topic, "Don't discuss this kind of thing, my brothers and sisters have been arguing for so long, but no one wins, right?"

"you're right."

It is rare for Sai Zong to agree with the words of the tyrants. They are all existences beyond this world. Wealth, power, beauty, fame... all these are meaningless to them.

What they need to care about, and the only thing worth caring about, is to follow their own heart and try to please themselves.

The greedy embrace wealth, the raging unleash slaughter.

"Speaking of which, it's time for me to fight back." The tyrant looked at the Shadow King on the screen and said suddenly, "You helped Bologo and reminded him of the existence of time regression, and now I want to correct this incident. "

Sai Zong replied coldly, "He is a member of the Undead Club, and it is my duty to help the members."

That being said, Ke Saizong's help was limited to this, and he also seemed to be happy about this timeline disorder.

"Then he has paid the rent for so many years, it should be fine if I help my tenant a little bit?"

The tyrant was waiting for Sai Zong's words, and let out that evil laugh again.

"You must know that this is a wandering fork in the road, a land where wishes can come true, I can hear his wishes, so strong..."

The conversation between the two suddenly stopped, and they looked at the TV screen at the same time, only to see that the shadow king turned his head little by little in the blazing torrent, as if he could see through the boundary between reality and reality, and saw the two of them, his gaze Look them straight in the eye.

The joy in Sai Zong's heart was even stronger, and he sighed, "Interesting..."

"You also want to make the performance more interesting?" The tyrant said from the side.

"Who is he?"

Sai Zong has been completely attracted by this strange variety, and he doesn't even care that the tyrant wants to intervene, as long as he can see the best performance anyway.

Apart from pleasing themselves, there are not many things in this world that can attract the attention of such existences as them.

When it came to the identity of the Shadow King, the tyrant kept it a mystery, he said softly.

"Now is not the time to reveal his identity."

This is a surprise, the tyrant vaguely guessed who prepared this surprise, but he is not going to spoil the surprise, because he also wants to know how they will react to it when the King of Shadows stands in the sun .

But what you can know is that their expressions must be very interesting.

……

The power of the phantasmagoria rushed towards him like a torrent, and just when the Shadow King was about to be completely swallowed up, he saw a blurry figure standing in front of him, separating the roaring stream of light for him like a rock.

The Shadow King couldn't see his face clearly, but the Shadow King could clearly feel the extremely crazy power from the blurred figure.

The man raised his finger to himself and said softly.

"Only this one time."

Everything fell into the ultimate radiance, and in the collapse of time, the fifth time retrospective ended and the sixth time retrospective began.

The Shadow King's vision gradually became clearer, the surrounding matter returned to normal, and the third seat stood not far away as before.

His spirit was a little slack, and soon the Shadow King realized that everything in front of him was so familiar, as if he had experienced it once before.

Broken memories flashed back in his mind. They were the memories left over from the last time retrospective. There were not many of them, but the information contained in them made the Shadow King fall silent for a while.

"Help from the devil?"

The Shadow King gradually recalled everything in the last time regression, the figure whispering to him.

The identity of the other party is really easy to guess. Although he has lived here for so many years and has never seen his landlord with his own eyes, the Shadow King is very familiar with his aura.

"Tyrant, do you want to use me?"

The devil's help is never free. Since the tyrant has helped him retain a time-reversing memory, his actions will definitely have a beneficial impact on the tyrant.

It is also very simple if you want to disobey the tyrant. The Shadow King only needs to ignore the memory in his mind and act according to the previous time rewinding.

The Shadow King stood up slowly, and responded to him with the words of the tyrant.

"Only this one time."

(End of this chapter)