Another World: My life is on the rise!

Lin En took off with the wind, his body turned into a black shadow, and in an instant he rushed into the huge vortex above his head.

The wind swept.

The black fog in front of him seemed to have turned into flowing sticky substances, and that was the moment when he just stopped in the vortex.

Swish, swish, swish——

In an instant, one after another huge chain spread out from the black fog in all directions like lightning, as if forming a huge net, imprisoning the space around him.

In panic, above his head, a pair of huge black eyes looked down, and their eyes were projected on him.

"It's me!"

Lin En was not afraid, with a faint smile on his face, holding a monocle, crouching on one of the huge chains like a falcon, and said:

"Don't look, you should all know me, release the ban and let me in, I have important things to talk to your mistress, of course, if she is in a state of confusion now, call someone in charge to come out."

There was silence and silence above his head.

But the chains and restrictions that spread in the vortex showed no signs of being removed.

The huge rune-like eyes were full of scrutiny.

The clown doll swallowed, grabbed Lin En's arm, and said:

"Lin En, be careful, we jailers are not united, some of us have always been very hostile to you, if it weren't for the pressure from the mistress, they would not have a good face for you."

Lin En smiled calmly:

"Why?"

The clown doll looked around, lowered his voice, and said seriously:

"Because for them, there is only one great lord, but it's not you."

Lin En smiled lightly: "Of course it's not me, isn't it obvious? I don't have any idea of ​​replacing him or becoming him."

The clown doll said: "You can say that, but they don't think so."

And more importantly...

The clown lowered his voice, his eyes flickered, and clenched his fists slightly.

"In the eyes of some jailers, the disaster above our heads... may... may be our real great lord..."

There was silence all around.

He didn't dare to say more.

But this undoubtedly reminded Lin En that the jailer was not necessarily a true ally to him. If they could not solve their internal problems, sooner or later, the backlash brought by these problems would fall on their own heads.

Rumble rumble --

While they were talking, thunder came from the black fog above their heads.

The huge rune-like black eyes slowly retreated, replaced by a hoarse voice without emotion.

"Permission, entry."

"But please do not walk around at will, wait, someone will receive you."

Accompanied by the voice.

The chains around him disappeared, and only a chain leading to the higher black fog appeared under his feet. At the end of the chain, a huge space door opened, pointing the way for him.

Lin En smiled slightly, adjusted his monocle, and said:

"Let's go!"

...

...

With the huge centrifugal force brought by stepping into the space door, white light filled the field of vision.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the vortex of black fog, but appeared in a living room with a strong classical atmosphere, exquisite decoration, tables and chairs carved with delicate patterns, and a cup of steaming tea that had been prepared on the table.

All this gave Lin En a confused feeling, because this was completely different from the jailer's base camp in his imagination.

"This is..."

The clown doll's face showed a moment of surprise.

Obviously, he didn't seem to have been here.

And Lin En's eyes saw the purple flag hanging on the wall in the center of this exquisite living room. The logo on it seemed that he had seen it in the ancient memory of the great king.

It seemed to be...

"Violet Empire."

A voice suddenly appeared, accompanied by footsteps, and Lin En turned his head sharply.

A man in a smooth robe appeared in front of him. He had a smile on his face. His long hair was mixed with wisps of gray. His cheekbones were distinct and his body was slender. He looked like an ancient nobleman with an unhealthy beauty.

He held a cup of tea in his hand. Just as quietly as he suddenly appeared, he slowly passed Lin En and walked to the chair.

"That was a very ancient history. Few people remember this era. Among the jailers, the old guys who can still live to this day can be counted on one hand."

He shook his head, still smiling.

He sat down and stretched out his hand.

"Long time no see, Lin En, please sit down."

When the clown saw the figure appear, his face had already revealed the indescribable huge fear and fear. He stuttered and could hardly say a word.

Lin En looked hesitant, pulled a chair over and sat down, smiling while pinching his monocle and said:

"Have we met before?"

The figure smiled and poured tea, saying:

"I met you once in Beihai, but we were in a meeting at that time and couldn't greet you. Let me introduce myself. My last name is Lin, just like yours..."

"You can call me Lin Meng."

As soon as he said this, the clown's body suddenly trembled, and he immediately subconsciously pulled the corner of Linn's clothes hard.

He breathed heavily and said:

"Lynn!! One of the four kings! The person who is receiving you here now...is...is our King Xi! It's King Xi!!"

As a former jailer.

How could he not be excited and terrified.

Because compared to those who became jailers in the new world, those who have truly followed the mistress from the old era and lived for countless years, they are the real first batch of jailers in history, and they are also the former jailers. The most loyal subordinate and believer of the Maharaja.

And the legendary King of the West is an ancient existence who has been following their king as early as the Violet Empire in the ancient years!

If it was before.

There was no chance for him to see the King of the West!

Lin En stared at the gray-haired man opposite him. He adjusted his monocle and smiled:

"I have heard about it. To be precise, I saw part of your experience from part of your Majesty's memory. I know your name, but what I didn't expect is that you actually lived from that era to Now, I really can’t imagine how long you have lived.”

The figure named Lin Meng closed his eyes, leaned on the chair, and whispered:

"I can only say it's been too long. It's been so long that I can't even remember the years."

"But the price is also huge. We have become this kind of human beings who are neither human nor ghosts. No one knows that one day, we will turn into that kind of thoughtless chaotic creatures, and then be personally killed by our former comrades. Exiled, but..."

"It's all worth it to be able to protect this new world for our Lord."