The Last Dark King

Musso flicked his fingers, and a white psychic barrier separated Rhodes from the other personnel.

He turned his head and looked at Manolo Bana seriously.

"Lord Gula, something is not right with you today. As the chief adjudicator of the Internal Affairs Judgment Office, it is understandable for you to doubt everything, but your own position should be neutral, and I feel that you are very targeted at this child and have reached an inappropriate level. To the extent of being reasonable. Of course I hope you are fair. The fire of humanity is already swaying and cannot tolerate more internal strife and cannibalism."

Manolo Bana sneered: "This is because you are too tolerant and too kind."

He stood up, his eyes as cold as ice water.

"The world is cold and cruel. The flames of fire not only bring warmth, but can also incinerate the enemy. We should use stricter discipline to restrain and fight with colder means, and this waste!"

His thick finger pointed at Rhodes' shadow.

"He has such great suspicions. I should have stripped his soul and dug out the secrets long ago. It is impossible for him to survive until now. The only reason why Guardian Qingyu let him go is because he said a very ridiculous thing, Doomsday There is no way that believers are so ridiculous."

"Listen!"

"Listen! What's the reason?"

"How can she be a candidate for the king if she is so weak and naive? If she becomes our king, the Trorian Kingdom will fall and become another ruin in the endless darkness, waiting for others in the endless years. Research and dig, just like we always do!”

Manolo Bana's eyes were as sharp as razor blades, making the big man Keith's voice even lower.

"Maybe the king and the elders have their own reasons. This is not something we can know."

Mosuo frowned deeply: "Lord Gula, the inheritance of fire comes from ancient traditions. Whether Your Excellency Qingyu will become the new king in the future depends on the review and judgment of the council..."

Manolo Bana said sternly: "She used her reputation to protect him, and I will ruin her reputation! Let her understand how stupid, how childish, and how unreasonable this is! The king will also know that she Unsuitable candidate for this position!”

Mosuo's brows were almost knitted together, and there was deep worry in his eyes.

"I don't know how much suspicion Little Rod has in the case you mentioned, but in this case, he has no suspicion at all..."

Manolo Bana said coldly: "Why not? In my sharp eyes, there are flaws everywhere in his words."

He bounced off Mosuo's psychic barrier.

"For example, he said that he attacked the Black Priest with the Thunder Stone, causing her to be severely injured, which finally gave Caramon a chance to rebel."

Case said in a rough voice: "Is there any problem with this? The thunder stone itself has powerful electric shock and paralysis effects, and the psychic fluctuations are restrained and difficult to detect. It is a commonly used combat material among the city defense army."

Manolo Bana sneered: "It takes two thousand seconds of spiritual energy to fully charge a thunder stone. He just lit the soul fire, and it was still a spark sequence. There is only a useless waste fire. How can he get so much spiritual energy?" ?”

Both of them were silent for a moment.

According to what Rhodes said just now, he threw four thunder stones with an average psychic power of more than half in less than a quarter of an hour.

In other words, he consumed four thousand seconds of spiritual energy in a quarter of an hour.

This kind of spiritual strength exceeds that of most official combatants.

Musso asked: "Little Rhodes, what is your psychic level?"

Manolo Bana said mockingly: "No need to ask, it's one, it's still written on the college's record."

The two looked at each other with a feeling that was hard to explain, and there was sadness in their eyes.

Rhodes smiled in his heart.

The recovery brought about by "Bright Blue" is still continuing. The effect of the stars in the extreme burning state is indeed extraordinary. He now feels that his soul is rejuvenated and his spiritual energy is abundant.

If he didn't take this opportunity to smash the face of this horse or something, he would be sorry for the eight hundred souls he invested in it.

"snort."

Rhodes sneered, pointed at the nose of the iron mask and said:

"Stupid, narrow-minded, prejudiced, your shallow knowledge is not enough to understand my profound spiritual power."

If Manolo Bana hadn't been wearing an iron mask, his face would have been distorted.

"What did you say?"

Rhodes smiled and said: "Have you never seen geniuses? In the long years of Trolian, there have not been a few beings who are different from ordinary people? Am I not born with profound psychic abilities?"

Manolo Bana roared: "If you were in the spiritual fire sequence and had powerful psychic amplitude characteristics, I might believe you, but you only have one spark and one kindling, a black mess! A garbage kindling whose function is unclear! Why are there so many spiritual powers?”

Rhodes smiled and said: "Then let's test it. Don't you have a lot of tools for testing psychic abilities?"

Manolo Bana hesitated for a moment, he had a bad feeling.

But Musso immediately agreed and asked the appraiser to get a black crystal.

It is rhombus-shaped, cut into a neat dodecahedron shape.

"Charging it takes a quarter of an hour, and it takes 500 quarters to fill one grid. Considering your previous consumption, you can fill three grids, and we can agree that you have this ability."

"Do you agree? Master Gula."

Manolo Bana had a sullen face and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Rhodes put his hand on the black crystal.

It was cool and had an inexplicable suction, as if it was trying to suck his soul in.

As soon as he picked up a little spiritual energy, he quickly released it into the crystal.

Just save some effort.

Rhodes smiled and used all his spiritual power. A hazy light suddenly appeared where his hand was in contact with the black crystal.

Soon, a grid of black crystal was lit up, emitting a faint light.

Rhodes felt a little weak, so he slowed down the output of his psychic energy, and the light in his hand suddenly dimmed.

Manolo Bana smiled a little and said in a malicious tone.

"If it doesn't work, you can take your hand off to prevent the black crystal from over-absorbing spiritual energy and causing damage to the soul."

Rhodes ignored him, closed his eyes, and felt the state of his soul.

When the feeling of fullness appeared in the depths of his mind again, Rhodes accelerated his output.

Soon, the second grid was also lit.

This time it was Meurso and Case who smiled.

Manolo Bana closed his mouth.

After a while, Rhodes slowed down his output again and waited for his psychic energy to recover.

Soon, the third grid was lit.

Keith jumped up and shouted loudly: "Lord Gula, your guess is wrong again!"

Manolo Bana's face was hidden behind the iron mask and could not be seen.

"Doubt is my right. Without my doubt, you will never find the truth."

He said coldly, stood up and waved his robe.

"You can no longer adhere to a neutral position. There is no need for me to waste time here. I will go to the scene to investigate, find more clues, and catch the escaped black priest and her accomplices."

He took a deep look at Rhodes, as if he was the "accomplice" who just escaped from trial through conspiracy, and he would definitely send him to the execution ground and accept the punishment of fire.

"The Internal Affairs Tribunal will immediately intervene in the investigation. No doomsday cultist can escape our pursuit."

Iron Mask finished speaking and turned to leave.

But Rhodes' charging has not stopped. He has lit up the fourth grid and is still continuing.

Meurso and Case did not disturb him until a quarter of an hour passed before they woke up Rhodes.

Eight of the twelve grids are lit.

Rhodes touched his nose and felt that he was still far from reaching his limit.

However, the usual psychic detection time is a quarter of an hour.

According to Rhodes' conversion, a quarter of an hour here is equivalent to about ten minutes.

It's quite reasonable, not too long, not too short.

Mo Suo looked at the black crystal that was more than half lit up, and the wrinkles on his face unfolded layer by layer:

"Little Rod, your talent is very good. Please work harder. We are waiting for the day when you bring hope."

Keith said loudly: "The position of squad leader has been reserved for you..."

Musso covered his mouth and stuffed the black crystal into Rhodes' arms.

"I gave it to you as a gift for our meeting,"

"You can go back to the academy, but don't mention today's matter to any students. We may contact you later, or we may not, so please don't worry."

——

——

After Rhodes left, Mo Suo's expression quickly darkened.

"Something is wrong. Gula is too radical. He stated his position so directly. He really thinks so..."

"Or are you using this to cover up something?"