Chapter 925: Grumpy Brother

In a dream.

Behemont knelt down next to a scarred raptor.

A large number of twisted and deformed monsters surrounded him. This was his 172nd resurrection.

Behemont raised his head and looked at the black figures emerging from behind the monsters.

"It seems that the wonderful time is over. The next time... the next time will definitely make you fall into an eternal sleep."

Behemont did not answer the black figure. He stroked the raptor whose life was coming to an end with his old arms.

The last scene was when the surrounding monsters swarmed him and tore him and the raptor into pieces.

When he came to his senses again, he finally woke up from the long nightmare. A group of people had gathered around Behemont's throne.

"Your Majesty! You're awake!"

The woman who had been by Behemont's side saw him open her eyes and shouted in excitement.

"Pass my order down..."

Behemont used his dry hands to support his body and wanted to stand up from the throne.

This scene caused the surrounding ministers to retreat quickly, as if the old king had some kind of power that frightened them.

Behemont, whose human name is Lemons, this king is the pillar that supports the entire seaside country. The power he possesses is enough to intimidate the surrounding countries.

As long as this king comes forward, the human rebellion in the land near the sea can be easily solved.

In the eyes of the ministers, their king is a savior-like existence, which can also be called a god-like existence.

"Your Majesty, please give me your orders."

The ministers knelt on the ground one after another. They had already felt the anger of the emperor who had ruled the country by the sea for thousands of years.

This anger will wipe out all those who are enemies of the seaside country.

"All humans, sea people...all those who own the magic network must create their own role in the world of the world rift!"

Behemont's order caused the group of ministers below to return to silence. They glanced at each other and could see the confusion in each other's eyes.

"Magic Network! Have you...and your descendants never used this thing?" Behemont's voice finally lost its fatigue and was filled with endless anger. He widened his eyes and scanned all the subjects below. .

"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."

"Yes, it's a game. Create a character for me right now!" Behemont's voice was filled with anger. Only at this moment did they realize that this old man who was almost dying was in anger. He was so hateful at that time that just one roar made the ministers shut up.

"You want me to save this rotten country? Yes! But all of you here, including all the heirs and servants below you, must raise their level in the world rift to the full level!"

Behemont's words sounded confused to the group of ministers below. Many of them had never played the Magic Network game, and some of them didn't even understand the meaning of the game level.

But the ministers did not dare to disobey this king. This king was their last hope to save their wealth, status, and even their lives!

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 into the hall.

His father was tugging at the corners of his clothes beside him, telling him not to offend the king while he was angry.

"Your Majesty! I...my level has reached the full level." He did not continue to kneel down, but instead mustered up the courage to say to Behemont.

"Already full level?"

"Yes...yes, I am playing in the tribal camp, a level 60 troll shaman...I just downloaded a copy of Heart of Fire with Nolan's friends this morning, and my father brought me to you."

When he talked about this, he complained about his dissatisfaction with his father's behavior. To prove it, he also opened his own magic network interface and showed the troll's account to Behemont.

"Your father is no longer qualified to order you from today on, do you hear me! Momlai..." After Behemont finished speaking, his eyes glanced at the minister below again.

"I know that you value your status very much, higher than human nobles! Now I will add a new law in the Kingdom of Linhai! Anyone with a lower rank than another person in the world rift, regardless of the status of either party, will not You have the right to order the other party! Anyone who disobeys... is punished by death!"

crazy!

The ministers were in an uproar when they heard Behemont's order. In any country, someone would probably come forward and accuse the king of being a madman.

But no one here dares... The foundation of the seaside country is built on Behemont alone!

Without Behemont, there would be no seaside country. This is something that all nobles know very well.

Therefore, no matter how the king changes the laws of his country, there is no problem.

"My orders have been issued! Now they all disappear before my eyes! That's right! Momlai, your son, stay and tell me the name of your role in the rift."

Under Behemont's loud scolding, the ministers resigned and left the hall, leaving only the heir of Momlai in the hall.

After everyone else left, Behemont sat on his throne a little exhausted.

To 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 eliminate them.

Behemont suffered from these lice again in Nightmare World, but the characters he created in World Rift really helped it kill off a few lice.

But not enough! Far from enough…

He was constantly killed by those monsters in nightmares and resurrected... One of the reasons is that his role in the rift is too weak, only level 23, and the second is that the number of people he can control is too small, only one person!

If there was an army... Behemont had the same idea as General Field at this moment.

In the world of nightmares, there is an army of fractured characters in the illusion of consciousness.

Behemont will crush those damn dark elves to ashes!

The accumulated anger burst out directly. Behemont no longer cared about what would happen to this country. He just wanted to dismember all these lice.

"Your Majesty." The noble heir cautiously came to the king and asked, "Do you have any orders?"

Behemont was still in a state of rage, and just the few words he just said made him feel a huge pressure.

While he was waiting anxiously for any instructions from the king, Behemont's next words made him feel relieved.

"What is the copy you just mentioned? Is there any other way to quickly reach the full level, and how to obtain those purple equipment." Behemont asked seriously.

"Well, Your Majesty, I can take you to level up. What I mean is... to help you improve your level." He immediately modified his wording.