I’m In Charge of SCP

The banquet is about to begin.

Zhang Jue followed the king to the main hall of the palace.

The main hall is so large that it can even be described as magnificent.

Twenty or so lords of the subordinate countries entered the hall, just like ants on the Great Wall, which was out of proportion.

It is unknown how much manpower, material and financial resources will be spent on the construction of the entire palace.

The Hanged King was called a tyrant, and probably rightly so.

In the center of the main hall is a huge throne, the back of which extends all the way to the dome.

Below is a row of steps made of jade, covered with a red carpet, leading to the entrance of the main hall.

On both sides of the red carpet, a small dining table was placed every few meters for the lords of the country to eat.

Zhang Jue's lord chose the table farthest from the throne to sit down. Although he planned to rebel, his hands were still trembling uncontrollably. I don't know if it was because of excitement or nervousness.

Zhang Jue stood behind him, like a dedicated bodyguard, but his eyes kept scanning the surroundings, familiar with the surrounding environment.

After all the twenty or so lords were seated, a waiter brought out plates of delicious food.

It was said to be a "delicacy", but Zhang Jue actually didn't know what the colorful things on the plate were.

He even saw a few worms wriggling at the bottom of the pan.

Even though he was already invincible in the world, he couldn't help feeling a little nauseous.

Not to mention that there is still a lot of food in his different space, even if he died, he would not eat such things.

On the table in front of the throne, food was also served by the waiters, and it was obviously richer than the kings below.

But the legendary king never appeared.

Several lords whispered to the attendants behind them again, wondering if they were discussing the details of the assassination for a while.

Zhang Jue's lord also turned around and hooked his fingers at him.

Zhang Jue leaned over.

While paying attention to other people's movements, the king said to him: "Mr. Feng, we will play by ear in a moment. If they don't start, you must not do it first."

This one is really a bit cowardly,

They are all rebellious and still want to seek stability, how can they succeed.

But Zhang Jue didn't intend to help them at all, so he nodded with a smile.

The dishes were all served, and after a while, there was a sound of orderly footsteps at the gate of the main hall.

A group of heavily armed soldiers, armed with spears, came from a distance and lined up on both sides of the entrance of the main hall.

All the kings stood up unconsciously and looked towards the door.

Outside the main hall.

A burly man wearing a crown was slowly walking towards this side under the protection of a group of soldiers.

Behind him, the three leaders of red, white and yellow followed closely.

Needless to say, this person should be the famous Hanged King—of course, except for Zhang Jue, no one would dare to call him that.

The Hanged King passed through the lords who had been waiting there early on both sides, climbed up the steps step by step, and sat on the throne.

He held the handle with both hands, folded his left leg on top of his right, and looked down at the world.

It was impossible to look directly at the king's face, and everyone lowered their heads slightly.

They all seemed to be overwhelmed by the aura emanating from the Hanged King.

His appearance made the people who were still on the verge of making a move just now start to think about quitting.

No one dared to look directly at the Hanged King.

Except Zhang Jue.

He even sneaked a peek at the Hanged King as he passed by.

The appearance of the other party seemed to have remained unchanged at the moment before he was hanged.

It is very different from the image that appeared in the script of S-701 (The Hanged King's Elegy).

The Hanged King, at least, looked like a human being.

After the Hanged King was seated, a gong sounded, and the banquet officially began.

According to the rules, the king who came to pay tribute would show his most precious treasure on the spot at the banquet to show his loyalty to His Majesty the King.

Not long after the banquet started, the first king knelt in front of the throne, holding a palm-sized box in his hand.

Chief Huang who was standing next to the Hanged King breathed out, and the small box automatically flew in front of the Hanged King.

The Hanged King supported the table with one hand, and opened the small box with the other.

Inside is a thing like a night pearl, exuding a blue shimmer,

The king knelt down on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, this luminous pearl can not only keep bright, but also help you prolong your life and keep your youth forever."

The Hanged King didn't speak, just nodded and closed the lid.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jue widened his eyes.

If he read it correctly, it is a glass ball. It is also a luminous pearl. It also prolongs life and keeps youth forever. One dares to say it, and the other dares to believe it.

Next, several kings presented their tributes one by one.

Although the gifts they presented were different, they all had one characteristic - they were useless, but they were boasted like crazy.

Even Zhang Jue, a layman, could tell that what they took was fake, let alone the Hanged King, who controlled the lifeblood of the entire underground trading market.

But the Hanged King didn't seem to notice their tricks, squinting his eyes slightly, no matter how many times they offered treasures, he would accept them all.

However, the three leaders behind him all looked ashen, as if they wished to come down immediately and kill all these evil kings.

It seems that the Hanged King didn't know what they were planning, but he just didn't bother to expose it.

The king whom Zhang Jue took refuge in was the farthest from the Hanged King, and was also the last one to offer the treasure.

What he presented to the Hanged King was a black gold dagger. Although it was not a rare item, it was still much better than other people's things.

After presenting the treasure, the dishes on the Hanged King's table did not move. He glanced at the lords below who were full of ghosts, and said in a lazy voice, "This is the end of the banquet. If there is nothing else, let's break up."

With that said, he stood up and seemed to want to leave.

At this time, the first king who presented the treasure also stood up.

"Your Majesty, please stay, we still have something to say."

"Oh?" The Hanged King looked down at him, "Dumplowne, what do you want to say?"

"It's not that I have anything to say, it's us." The lord named Templeon looked at the others around him, "Your Majesty, you built this exchange, and we all acknowledge your favor, but so For a long time, we have paid enough treasures, and we still have our own people to support, and I am here this time to tell you that I will not give you any more in the future."

It was probably the first time he had spoken to the Hanged King in this way. Templeton's tone was humble at first, but then became more and more presumptuous, and seemed to have a different kind of pleasure.

Seeing his arrogance, Chief Bai took a step forward: "Dumplon, I think you are tired of work!"

The Hanged King stretched out his hand and stopped the white leader.

"What else, you go on."

Dunplowne sneered: "It's not just me who has been exploited for such a long time. Everyone who is present here counts as one. Everyone has had enough. Your Majesty, let me tell you, you should stop being a king, maybe Everyone can still see that you are letting your life go by because of your past love."

After saying this, Dunplown picked up a whistle-like thing, put it in his mouth and blew it, making a piercing sound, which seemed to be a signal to people outside.

The Hanged King watched him do all this so calmly, and even stopped the three leaders around him.

"What about you, do you think the same as him?"

The Hanged King glanced at the other kings.

Most people dare not meet his gaze.

There were already shouts of killing outside the main hall.

It must be that the thugs brought by the lords have already started fighting with the guards in the palace.

The king didn't seem to hear the voices of the rebellion, and he was still relaxed.

"Your Majesty, abdicate."

Another king also stood up: "As long as you are willing to abdicate, we promise that we will never kill you."

"Yes, as long as you abdicate, everything is easy to talk about."

If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three.

One by one, the kings jumped out and persuaded the Hanged King to abdicate.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Jue guessed how many pieces they would be cut into by the Hanged King.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't think they would succeed in the rebellion.

But apart from him, no one seems to be able to realize the huge power gap between them and the Hanged King.

I don't know who gave them the confidence.

Is it the black leader who hasn't shown up yet?

It was the first time for Zhang Jue to see such a good show performed by others, and he wished he could immediately take out Guazier and Maza from the different space.

The king whom Zhang Jue was relying on also wanted to stand up, but Zhang Jue pushed him down on the seat.

"If you don't want to die, just sit down."

he said coldly.

The king looked at Zhang Jue, he was speechless, he didn't know what happened to Mr. Feng, why he suddenly rebelled, and why did he remind himself?

On the stage, the drama of rebellion has reached a fever pitch.

Some personal guards of the king had already stood in front of the stage, ready to fight the three chiefs who defended the Hanged King at any time.

Regardless of the outcome of the battle outside, as long as the king can be controlled, everything will be fine.

In this tense situation, the Hanged King became more calm.

He picked up the goblet and took a sip of the light green liquid inside.

"It's not impossible for you to ask me to abdicate. I want to know which one you will nominate to be your next His Majesty the King."

"Of course it is me."

After the Hanged King finished asking, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in the center of the hall.

As the black mist gradually dissipated, the figure of the black leader appeared from inside.

He is the main planner of this conspiracy.

No one was surprised to see him appear.

Seems like that's what's on the table.

I don't know when it started, there were rumors that the black leader wanted to rebel - maybe it wasn't a rumor, anyway, he embarked on that road of no return.

The Hanged King sat on the throne, looked at the black leader suspended in the air, and suddenly laughed.

"Bessemer, I gave you such a long time to prepare, and never interfered with your actions, so you prepared these for me?" The Hanged King looked at the lords who asked him to abdicate, with a look of disdain on his face. .

"You really...disappointed me so much, let's do it."

The latter sentence was addressed to the three leaders who were already furious.

After receiving the order, the red leader remained beside the Hanged King to ensure his safety, while the white leader and the yellow leader walked down the steps slowly.

The guards hired by the lords swarmed up, but they were not the combined enemy of the two leaders at all.

With a swing of the white leader's huge axe, a large area was cut.

Leader Huang shook his fan lightly, and a gust of wind blew by, and several guards fell down clutching their heads.

The strength gap between the two sides is too great, and only a few thugs can barely avoid being killed in seconds.

Of course, Zhang Jue didn't end there. He slipped the lord whom he was relying on aside like a chicken, and moved a stool to watch the play there.

Less than ten minutes passed.

All the thugs off the field were eliminated by the two leaders.

The white leader still felt puzzled, poked the big ax on the ground, and shouted who else was there.

The shouts of killing outside became smaller and smaller.

A guard came in at the door and reported the situation of the battle to the white leader.

Zhang Jue was far away from them, but he could still vaguely hear the words "total annihilation, capture".

It seems that the black leader's rebellion this time will end in failure.

And it was a complete failure.

It didn't even make a splash.

Since his appearance, he has been floating in the air, wearing the painful face bestowed upon him by the Hanged King.

No one can see his expression.

At this moment, all his vital forces were easily defeated by the Hanged King, and what he will face is probably the fiercest anger of His Majesty the King.

But unexpectedly, there was no anger on the Hanged King's face, only disappointment.

He looked at the black leader in mid-air and shook his head.

"Bessemer, if this is the answer sheet you gave me, then I will tell you that you are unqualified, and you are not worthy of this position—even though, you are my son."

As soon as the Hanged King's words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The kings who were kneeling on the ground and trembling were belatedly aware that something was wrong.

Others played the scene of father and son killing each other, but let them be cannon fodder.

Even Zhang Jue only found out that this black leader was actually the son of the Hanged King.

In my impression, after the Hanged King was resurrected, he should have executed all the subjects who betrayed him. How could he leave such a son alone.

It also brought him a painful face.

There must be something tricky here.

Zhang Jue only hated that he didn't bring a bucket of popcorn to enjoy this scene of thunderstorm in another world.

"You killed my mother, my elder brother, my maidservant, and everything about me..."

Speaking of the past, the black leader couldn't stop trembling, and the pain mask he wore was broken into pieces, revealing the scarred face.

"Just because I gave you a sip of water, you left me until now. You didn't forgive me. You just wanted to torture me and watch me become crazy..."

The black leader roared angrily, his whole body was surrounded by a black flame, killing intent spewed out from his body.

The white leader and the yellow leader took a few steps back and stood in front of the Hanged King to prevent him from suddenly getting into trouble.

"I swore at my mother's grave that one day, I will kill you, kill you!!!"

The black leader fell into madness, and the black flame seemed to have life, and rushed towards the Hanged King.

Fortunately, Chief Bai and Chief Huang had early warning.

The two shouted lightly, each took out a gemstone from their chests, and two layers of protective shields, one white and one yellow, suddenly appeared, covering the three leaders and the Hanged King together, avoiding the impact of the black flames.

The Hanged King sat securely on his throne.

"Bessymer, is this all you have?"

The black leader sneered.

"Although my strength is not good, it is enough to kill you."

"Oh? I want to see how you want to kill—"

Just when the Hanged King was halfway through his words, he had to stop, because a dagger stabbed out from his chest.

He mechanically turned his head back, only to see that the red leader who had been protecting him all this time had circled behind at some point, holding a dagger, and piercing through the back of the throne.

The smile on his red joy face is so dazzling.

"Your Majesty the King." He said respectfully, "The Queen has always been reluctant to part with you."

The black leader throws himself out to attract everyone's attention. In fact, the red leader is their real killing move.

The dagger in the red leader's hand is specially made, which can block all surges of magic power.

Even though the Hanged King could cast powerful spells, as long as the dagger was stained with his blood, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Redback let go of his hand, allowing the dagger to pin the Hanged King to the back of the chair, and then took out an ordinary knife.

As long as His Majesty's head is cut off with a knife, he will never be resurrected again.

"No!!!"

Leader Bai and Leader Huang were too far away to stop him in time.

In full view.

His knife sliced ​​downward bit by bit.

At this moment, time seems to slow down.

Just when the blade was only 0.01 centimeter away from the Hanged King's neck.

The red leader's hand stopped suddenly.

Because a black long knife stood in front of him.

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Thank you Qin Zhidao for your reward, thank you very much!