in a dream.
Behemonte knelt beside a scarred raptor.
A large number of twisted and distorted monsters surrounded him, and this was his one hundred and seventy-second resurrection.
Behemont raised his head and looked at the black figures emerging from behind those monsters.
"Looks like the wonderful time is over, next time... next time will surely put you in an eternal slumber."
Behemont didn't answer the black figure, he stroked the raptor whose life was coming to an end with his old arm.
In the last scene, the surrounding monsters swarmed up, tearing him and the raptor to pieces.
When he came back to his senses again, he finally woke up from a long nightmare, and a group of people had gathered around Behemont's throne.
"Your Majesty! You are awake!"
The woman who had been beside Behemont saw him open her eyes and shouted with excitement.
"Pass my order down..."
Behemont propped up his body with dry hands and tried to stand up from the throne.
This scene made the surrounding ministers quickly retreat, as if the old king had some kind of power that made them fearful.
Behemont, the human name is Lemmons, the king is the pillar that supports the entire seaside country, and the power he possesses is enough to deter the surrounding countries.
As long as this king comes forward, the rebellion of those humans in the land of the sea can be easily solved.
In the eyes of the ministers, their king is equivalent to a savior-like existence, and can also be called a god-like existence.
"Your Majesty, please order me."
The ministers fell to their knees one after another, they had already felt the wrath of the emperor who had ruled the seaside country for thousands of years.
This anger will sweep away all those who are enemies of the seaside country.
"All human beings, sea clans... whoever has a magic net must create their own characters in the world of the world's rift!"
Behemont's order made the following group of ministers return to silence. They glanced at each other and could see the doubts in each other's eyes.
"Magic Web! You... and your descendants haven't used this thing!" Bechmont's voice finally faded from exhaustion, full of endless anger, he widened his eyes and glanced at all the subjects below .
"Dang... Of course I have used it, but what is the rift in your majesty's world?" a subject asked cautiously.
"My son seems to have played that thing, it's a game."
"That's right, it's a game, you create a character for me right now!" Behemont's voice was filled with anger. At this moment, they realized that the old man who was dying of anger was in the middle of his anger. At that time, the face was so disgusting, just a roar made the ministers shut their mouths.
"You want me to save this rotten country? Yes! But all of you present, including all the heirs below you, servants must be upgraded to full level in the world's rift!"
Behemont's words were heard in a haze from the group of ministers below. Many of them had never played the magic net game, and some of them didn't even understand the meaning of the game level.
But the ministers dare not disobey the king, who is the last hope to restore their wealth, status, and even life!
Therefore, even if the ministers did not understand, they could only quickly agree to their king's request.
But suddenly a young nobleman who was kneeling at the end of the hall stood up. He seemed to have followed his father to the hall.
His father was constantly pulling the corners of his clothes beside him, so that he wouldn't provoke the king while he was angry.
"Your Majesty! I... my level has reached the full level." Instead of kneeling down, he gathered up his courage and said to Behemont.
"Already full level?"
"Yes... Yes, I'm playing the Horde camp, a troll shaman of level 60... Just this morning, I played a copy of Heart of Fire with Nolan's friends, and was brought to you by my father."
When he talked about it, he complained about his dissatisfaction with his father's behavior, and in order to prove that he also opened his own magic web interface and showed the troll's account to Behemont.
"Your father is not qualified to order you from today, do you hear me! Momlai..." After Behemont finished speaking, he glanced at the minister below again.
"I know that you value your own status very much, the nobles higher than human beings! Now I am adding a new law to the country near the sea! A guy who is lower in rank than another person in the world's rift, no matter what the status of either party is, there is no The right to order the other party! Those who disobey... the death penalty!"
crazy!
When the ministers heard Behemont's order, there was an uproar. In any country, it is estimated that someone would come forward and accuse the king of being a lunatic.
But no one here dares... The foundation of the seaside country is built on Behemont alone!
Without Behemont, there would be no country by the sea. This 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 given! It's all gone before my eyes now! That's right! Momlai, your son, stay, and tell me the name of your character in the rift."
Under Behemont's loud scolding, the ministers retreated and left the hall, leaving only the son of Momlai in the hall.
When everyone else left, Behemonte sat on his throne with some relief.
For him, the erosion from the Dark Elf World Tree was equivalent to countless blood-sucking lice hiding in its body. Although Behemont was powerful enough, he could not find a way to destroy them.
Behemont suffered from these lice infestations again in Nightmare World, but his character in World Rift really helped it wipe out a few lice.
But not enough! Far from enough…
He was constantly killed by those monsters in the nightmare, and he was constantly resurrected... One of the reasons was that his role in the rift was too weak, only level 23, and the second was that the number of people he could control was too small, only one person!
If there was an army... Behemont had the same thought as General Field at this moment.
In the world of nightmares, there is an army of rift characters in the phantasm of consciousness.
Behemont will bring those damn dark elves to the ground!
The accumulated anger erupted directly, and Behemont didn't care what happened to this country, he just wanted to dismember all these lice.
"Your Majesty." The nobleman came to the king cautiously and asked, "Do you have any orders?"
Behemont was still in a state of anger, and just a few words just made him feel a huge pressure.
When he was anxiously waiting for the king's order, Behemont's next sentence made him relieved.
"What is the dungeon you said just now? Is there any other way to quickly reach the full level, and how to get the equipment with the purple name." Behemont asked seriously.
"This, Your Majesty, I can take you to level up, I mean... to help you level up." He immediately revised his words.