687: C687 King of Darkness(2)

C687 King of Darkness(2)

A moment later, the first figure appeared. It was Teacher Missill.

However, at this moment, the gentle and kind expression on Teacher Missill's face could no longer be seen. His entire dark face revealed a ferocious, evil, and cruel expression.

"Sigh, I didn't expect that my vow three years ago would actually be fulfilled in such a miraculous way. Teacher Missill, let's fight freely." Jones mustered up the last of his strength and looked at the mutated Teacher Missill with high fighting spirit.

"Wuuuu!" Professor Missill's voice also began to change. He released a strange Qi from his body and turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing towards Jones.

"Shua!"

He did not have enough strength and was not as strong as Missill. Jones chose to launch a sneak attack.

It had to be said that after being infected by the negative energy, although Missill's strength had increased a lot, he had also become much slower. He could only attack directly without any skill to speak of.

He relied on his nimble body to dodge, whether it was a sneak attack or not.

But Jones quickly discovered that although his tactic was successful, his strategy was not successful. The effect of his attack was not obvious, and he could not cause any harm to Missill at all.

Even if he occasionally hit a vital point, Missill would not be able to sense it.

Gradually, the remaining strength of Jones was about to run out.

At this time, figures appeared and disappeared in the surrounding dark fog. They were as fast as lightning, and they were all crying out in fear.

"He's dead for sure! Hehe, what a pity." Jones was unable to dodge in time. He was sent flying dozens of meters away by Missill's attack. He fell to the ground and could no longer stand up.

Two black Dark Hunter silently emerged from the black fog. They stood beside Jones and looked at this fresh body with an evil and cruel expression.

"Kakaka! God, kill! Kill! Only the devil will prosper forever! Kill, kill, kill!"

A terrifying and hoarse voice came from the black fog.

Jones, who was lying on the ground and waiting to die, suddenly looked terrified.

"A completely demonized hunter! Darkness King! How could this be? How could there be such an existence in this region?"

A huge figure slowly floated down from the black fog.

This was a three meter tall skinny Dark Hunter. It looked like his entire body had changed shape. He looked like an ancient ape, but his figure was the same as a bat. It had a pair of black wings that were four to five meters long on its back, making it look like a bat.

"God, what a fresh flesh and blood ~ ~ ~ Oh, it's been a long time since I smelled it ~ ~ " Darkness King approached Jones, his eyes revealing a strong possessive desire.

"I like fresh gods."

The surrounding Dark Hunter quietly retreated after Darkness King approached, leaving Jones to Darkness King.

"What do you want to do?" Jones looked at the ugly Darkness King with a cold gaze.

"Sign a dark contract with me and help me get all the information about Worstoke. Kaka, I will grant you eternal life and great power." Darkness King suddenly said.

Jones was stunned, then laughed and said disdainfully, "Dark monster, when did you learn to use schemes and send spies? But you might be mistaken. Gods and Dark Hunter are always at odds with each other. If you want to kill me, then kill me. "

Darkness King was not surprised. He laughed and said, "I just need your cooperation. It doesn't matter if you're not there. We, the Dark Race, can still send people over. If you don't believe me, you can take a look."

Darkness King pointed at Missill.

"Tell me, erm! How is that possible!" Jones's face was filled with fear as he saw the dark aura on Missill's body begin to fade. After a while, he returned to his normal divine appearance.

"Jones, are you alright?" Missill greeted Jones with a smile. He did not have the terrifying and evil aura of the Dark Hunter on his body.

"No, how could this be?" Jones couldn't react in time.1

"Kakaka, for hundreds of millions of years, our dark race has been destroyed by your gods. The infection is far from being able to keep up with the speed of the hunt, so we have no choice but to hide in the deepest part of the darkness. For so many years, we have been preparing for our revenge at all times. We want to kill all the Gods and regain control of this dark space that belongs to us."

Darkness King's face was filled with madness, fanaticism, and killing intent.

"Now, we have mastered many wonderful ways to make you Gods kill each other. We can make the Dark Race come back to life. Come, join us. Join us, and you will gain eternal life, an undying body. Forever stand on this land."

Jones stared at Missill for a while, then he said coldly, "In your dreams."

"You don't know what to do! Then let's do it ourselves." Darkness King waved his terrifying claws. Immediately, four to five Dark Hunters surrounded him once again, looking at Jones with an evil expression.

"Come on, don't waste your energy to bewitch me. Since you still need me... This means that the secret technique you guys have mastered is incomplete. You all want to penetrate into the inner parts of the Gods. That's impossible, hahahaha, the Dark Races can only hide in the darkness forever " Jones burst into laughter.

"Kill him for me!" Darkness King growled with a ferocious expression.

"Wuwuwu!" A few Dark Hunters suddenly bowed and showed their sharp claws that were flashing with dark light.

"Ah ~ ~ ~ Really, even sleeping can be woken up by people shouting and shouting. Could it be that there is no place in this world that is quieter? This is really annoying."

Right at this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded from all directions.

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