Chapter 3601 Suspense

Opening his drunken eyes, two turbid but sharp gazes came towards him. After seeing the visitor clearly, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar burped, grinned, and said with a smile: "This is not the future apostle of the devil world. ?"

"Don't talk nonsense when you meet a friend. Be careful of your friendship." I took a big sip of wine at the mouth of the barrel, waved my hand and said, "You guys go out first, I want to chat with your Majesty."

The dragon warriors did not dare to disobey, but before leaving, they still sought His Majesty's opinion with his eyes and body movements. Seeing Bakar raise his eyelids, he immediately bowed and left.

"I said, what's wrong with you?" Carrying the wine barrel, he came to Bakar, sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at the huge Tyrannosaurus King indifferently, and said, "Why are you acting so decadent all of a sudden?" What’s up?”

"What is decadence?" Bakar opened his mouth and retorted: "I'm just discouraged! Do you understand being discouraged!"

"I understand," I said, "but why are you discouraged?"

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of your jokes. As the Lord of the Dragon Clan, the former Ninth Apostle, and one of the most powerful dragons in the universe, my sanity was almost destroyed by the black nightmare!"

"Oh?" After hearing Bakar's words, I suddenly became interested: "Even you can't resist the black nightmare's invasion of reason?"

Bakar smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes."

I sighed helplessly and said, "Hey, if that's the case, what's the point of my coming here?"

When Bakar heard this, he frowned and asked in confusion: "What do you mean by this?"

Saying this "literally", I took out the wooden box and placed it on top of a standing wine barrel. When I opened it, a dark stone suddenly appeared in Bakar's field of vision, which instantly attracted his attention. With all his attention, at the same time, his body moved involuntarily, and his huge hands slowly and evenly moved towards the black stone.

At the moment when the shadow completely enveloped the black stone, Bakar's cloudy eyes, which had been completely occupied by greed and desire, suddenly became clear. His huge body shuddered subconsciously. The next second, his huge hands immediately closed in, and at the same time, his whole body Huddle up.

At this moment, I actually read the fear in Bakar's eyes!

The Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, who has always been fearless, is actually afraid of such an ordinary-looking, even ugly stone?

No, no, what Bakar is afraid of is not this stone, nor the power in it. If Bakar is really afraid of power, he will not specifically tell me to give the black dream to him.

What Bakar is really afraid of is the loss of sanity caused by the black nightmare entering the body.

"Are you afraid?" My tone was a little aggressive: "Afraid of losing your mind, right?"

"Yes" Bakar sneered, and then said bitterly: "But what can I do?"

"I don't know what to do," I said frankly, "but one thing I can be sure of is that when problems arise again, there must be a solution to the problem, but you haven't found that solution yet."

"It's so difficult to find a solution to the black nightmare that overwhelms sanity," Bakar said with a wry smile: "Even Luke, who is proficient in research, cannot be controlled by it."

"Why are you saying these discouraging words?" I asked Bakar back: "Don't you dragons also have very advanced technological power? You can definitely try to study the side effects of downplaying the black nightmare and drowning your sanity!"

Hearing this, Bakar glanced at me and said in surprise: "I thought you would be just like your adoptive father, but I didn't expect that you two are completely different."

I chuckled and scratched my head, waiting to be praised by Bakar, and then I heard him say: "I didn't expect that you don't even have any common sense about scientific research."

After saying that, he sighed deeply with regret.

"Uh." Faced with this situation, I was very embarrassed, so I changed the topic and shifted my focus back to the black stone: "Ignore that for now. The rough stone I brought you this time is big enough. Put it away quickly. .”

"No need." Tyrannosaurus King Bakar's reaction was somewhat beyond my expectations. He actually refused directly and said, "I can't bear this kind of black stone. You should take it back."

"It's too direct to refuse," I said, "I brought them all, even if you don't accept them all, at least you have to accept some, right?"

Bakar thought for a few seconds and finally nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take part of it."

After that, he stretched out his hand and pointed at me. To be precise, he pointed at the Demon Sword.

"Here" I handed over the demon knife.

"It's not for me." Bakar shook his head: "It's for you to cut it for me. It should be about the same size as your fingernail."

"Fingernails?" I measured them a few times, then put the knife away.

"Why don't you cut it?" Bakar asked, and then he exhaled and said: "If you can't bear it, just keep it and take it back. This is not because you have not kept your promise, but because I refuse to accept it."

"No" I shook my head and said, "I just don't plan to use a knife to cut it, but I plan to use this!"

While speaking, I raised my fist, smiled, and then smashed it down hard.

After a dull sound, the black stone did not break, but had some cracks, but these cracks were too subtle to play a decisive role at all.

So I punched again, one punch, two punches, three punches. I punched dozens of times in one breath. Finally, a black rough stone the size of a fingernail was smashed down and rolled to the ground.

Picking up the original stone and handing it over, I said, "Is it okay if it's this big?"

"Can."

Bakar called to the dragon warriors, built a wooden box on the spot, and put the rough stone in it. After they left, Bakar finally breathed a sigh of relief, then focused his eyes on the remaining large black rough stone, and asked: "Why do you still have it?" Don’t you want to put it away?”

"Why put it away?" I asked.

"What are your plans?" Bakar asked again.

"I originally planned to give it to you, but since you don't want it, I have no choice but to accept it reluctantly."

"I'm warning you, the power contained in this ore is not as simple as you think. Don't be careful and your car will overturn in the gutter."

"No," I said, taking off the gauntlet and bandage circles, exposing the arm covered with ancient writings.

The moment he saw the ancient text, Bakar's expression was solemn and horrified.

"Is this elven writing?"

"To be precise, it's called ancient writing, but it's not wrong to call it ancient writing."

"I have always wanted to ask you, why are there these words on your arm?" Bakar said solemnly: "When I was on the continent of Arad, I also came into contact with similar words, but any two different ancient words They cannot be combined and arranged at will, not because the words are difficult to write, but because once written, there will be a strange reaction, ranging from an explosion of powerful power to the destruction of everything."