The Last Dark King

It was a very comfortable sleep. When Rhodes woke up again, he felt refreshed and energetic.

“I’ll definitely be able to put it together this time!”

Rhodes rubbed his hands, sat at the table, and started assembling this strange firearm again.

Time passed little by little, and Rhodes never succeeded.

The complexity of this firearm was much higher than he thought, and unlike physical firearms, there were many components that he didn't recognize and he didn't dare to use brute force. If it was damaged, it would be difficult to deal with it.

However, the basic principles of engineering are the same.

Moreover, boys are naturally proficient in firearms. Rhodes has liked assembling machinery or robots since he was a child. This kind of craft is what he is good at.

"Well... this inner bolt shouldn't be placed here, it should be near the air return port."

"The butt of the gun should be under the piston, and the recoil spring should be hung behind the spiritual pressure meter. Here is the gas guide rod... and here is the push trigger. Well - the piston should be connected in the middle... This design concept is really advanced, and psychic energy is directly Ignite the powder base of the bullet. This is a gun that does not need to be fired, because we ourselves are the lighters.”

After figuring this out, Rhodes' progress improved rapidly, and his hands flew up and down flexibly.

Soon, a brand new crow-style spiritual gun appeared in front of him.

The table was clean, not a single part was left.

"Haha, I succeeded!"

"do it again."

After about an hour, Rhodes could skillfully disassemble or assemble the gun, thoroughly mastering every detail of it inside and out.

Now, there is only one last thing left.

Buy bullets.

"Raven" used real silver bullets, and he had used up the previous seven rounds.

Taking into account sudden accidents and other situations, Rhodes thought that he should buy at least fifty rounds.

Fortunately, real silver bullets are not a controlled substance and can be purchased from many places inside and outside the academy.

But unfortunately, it's not cheap, costing seven silver ropes a shot.

Rhodes only had a total of forty-two silver cords on him, which was only enough to buy six rounds.

Six shots, if you shoot quickly, it will be finished in six seconds.

It's faster than ejaculating a man in seconds.

Of course this wouldn't work. Fortunately, Rhodes found Green Hair. His family ran a shop and had many businessmen affiliated with his family.

Upon hearing Rhodes' request, the green-haired man patted his chest and agreed.

He found an "acquaintance" to help him borrow fifty rounds as a guarantee.

"I'm helping you because we are like-minded."

The green-haired man handed him two boxes of real silver bullets.

"I really don't know why you are so anxious to get so many bullets? I said don't mess around in the academy. Be careful of being caught by the guards. It won't be as simple as deducting credits. Weapons can only be used in the training ground. "

"Also, next time I fall in love with the teacher, don't take it away. I haven't learned to use my psychic powers yet. It's all because you took away the opportunity for me to blend in with Teacher Karaman's spirit."

He talked a lot and wanted to talk to him about a learning method called "Blending of Spirits", which is actually "voyeurism + obscenity".

But Rhodes had no time to pay attention to him, took the bullet and ran away, making the latter stomp his feet in anger.

"This guy is so ruthless, Wayne, let's go to the Goblin Bar together."

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Rhodes ran back to the dormitory, sent the gun and bullets into the dream several times, and everything was ready.

After confirming for the last time that nothing was missing, Rhodes returned to the dreamland.

Walking to the back of the obelisk, touching the surface of the obelisk, blood-red text appeared, flickering slightly.

"Two sunsets" has long become "one sunset".

Although Rhodes has never seen the sun since arriving in this world, people in this world still divide the day into morning hours, noon hours, evening hours, and night hours, and generally work and rest according to these times.

That proves that, at least once upon a time, there was a sun here.

It was just obscured by the black fog.

If we follow common sense, at this eve, the last sunset will end, and an unknown invasion will come.

Rhodes glanced at the pocket watch he brought in specially.

The time now is three o'clock and seven quarters past noon.

A day here is equal to four whole hours, one whole hour is equal to four clock hours, and one clock hour is equal to nine quarters.

According to this rule, Rhodes calculated in his mind and knew that it was approximately 5:40 pm Earth time.

Twenty minutes left.

Rhodes once again organized his supplies.

Elf grass juice, spirit tree dew, and red powder are all in his arms.

The "Raven" had been debugged a long time ago, and Rhodes fired a shot into the open space, proving that it could work normally in a dream.

After adding a round of real silver bullets, Rhodes was ready to take action.

Twenty minutes passed in a blink of an eye, noon had passed, and evening had arrived.

The sun goes down.

Rhodes closed his pocket watch with a snap and tensed up.

Nothing has changed.

The gray mist is still flowing slowly, and the pale land is still silent.

There is nothing unusual about this dream that has faded away from its colors for the time being.

Until Rhodes looked up and saw the infinite distance.

The billowing gray fog there has been dyed black.

It spread out at a terrifying speed, like a black sunset appearing on the horizon.

The peaceful and mysterious atmosphere is broken, and a heart-stopping danger is approaching.

On one side of the obelisk, even if Rhodes didn't touch it, bright red text still appeared.

It flashed rapidly, like a sign of doom.

Rhodes' heart was in his throat, and he held the gun tightly in his right hand, his psychic energy ready to go off.

Suddenly, a huge figure stepped out of the black fog.

At this moment, all Rhode's fear, worry and timidity disappeared from the bottom of his heart, leaving only peace.

He skillfully evoked spiritual energy, tapped his brows, and opened the eyes of his soul.

The dream world has not changed, but the image of the monster has become clearer.

It is about five meters tall, covered with black fur, with huge claws and deformed legs. Its head is not visible, except for two glowing red eyes.

Rhodes raised his spiritual gun, spiritual energy gathered at an unprecedented speed, and his spiritual pressure meter soared into the sky.

But the next moment, the spirit gun did not fire.

Huge claws had pierced his body and tore open his head.

The monster killed him instantly at a speed that exceeded the limit of his vision.

Severe pain came from the depths of the soul, the world became twisted and broken, and darkness enveloped everything.

When Rhodes opened his eyes again, he had returned to the dormitory.

Neat bookshelves, large wardrobes, exquisite rooms, bright light, and a faint fragrance floating in the air.

Everything was no different from before he entered the dream.

How is this going?

Rhodes was dazed for a moment, but then a tearing pain came from deep in his nerves, and he had a headache that was almost splitting.

Rhodes fell off the bed, and the continuous severe pain made him almost unable to think, leaving only the instinct of rolling.

The bench was knocked over by him, the desk was knocked over by him, and a small cyan bag fell on his chest.

Rhodes's already scattered will suddenly found a starting point.

Kashan’s words yesterday came to mind:

"This is poisonous viola juice, used for pain relief. I heard that you guys..."

Pain relief!

Rhodes' broken mind only understood this one word.

He grabbed the small bag and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The moment he bit it, poisonous pansy juice splashed out in his mouth, and a bitter and sour taste quickly climbed up along the nerves.

His sanity recovered from the sour taste, and the severe pain subsided in the sour taste. Finally, Rhodes became aware of the existence of thinking.

He knelt on the ground, gasping for air, feeling like he was coming back from hell.

When I stood up, I realized that my whole body was soaked.

The tearing pain still continued, but it had dropped to a level that humans could bear.

Rhodes looked at his hands, which were empty.

Did I just die?

If I am killed in the dream, will I return to the material world?

The severe pain came continuously and rhythmically, but it could not hinder Rhodes' thinking.

He remembered clearly that he had had this kind of headache before. When he first came into this world, his head had always been in such severe pain.

Later it was discovered that this was because the dark shadow named [Prince of the North] was attacking the obelisk.

So, now that giant wolf-like monster is also attacking the obelisk?

If the obelisk is broken, am I really dead?

A strong chill rose from his back, and Rhodes knew that he had to return to the dreamland quickly.

Even if he is no match for that monster.

Rhode endured the pain, crossed his thumbs with both hands, and formed a lightning symbol.

My vision blurred for a moment, and my soul soared into the sky.

The moment his vision returned, he found that he was standing where he was just now, with the spirit gun, true silver bullets and red powder falling at his feet.

And the black monster is violently attacking the obelisk.

The green stone tablet is already covered with cracks and is crumbling.

The pain became clearer and Poisonous Juice couldn't hold it back any longer. Rhodes quickly picked up the gun, and his spiritual energy rose instantly.

boom!

A huge spiritual light flashed at the muzzle, pure white rays shot out, and the real silver bullet hit the monster.

Tiny stars scattered in all directions.

The monster was not damaged at all.

But in the next moment, golden light suddenly emerged from the monster's chest, and the sharp blade of light pierced through the hit part, tearing it in half.