After a word came out, it was not only the monarch in front of Marcus, but also the ruling rulers on both sides under the throne, and even after the heavy curtain, those strange eyes were cast.

Even the thunder light shining above the sky seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Wan Lai was all silent.

Only the diplomat in the wheelchair looked at his enemy.

The wreckage of the old world, the fragments of Gaia.

That is the residue from [Destroy Elements·Old Gaia].

In fact, if you look at it as a whole, it may be wrong to call it Gaia, but it may be a bit exaggerated to call it the world.

That is just a pronoun.

It points to the world that wants to destroy mankind.

In this era of mankind, the first-generation world completely destroyed by the astronomical club.

This is indeed a helpless move. After all, no one would have thought that there would be such a thing as ‘will’ in the world.

But after losing all the walls of the gods, under the radiation of the abyss, the present situation began to gradually be distorted...Gradually, malice and targeting against the children were gradually bred.

Floods and monstrous waves, storms and droughts, lava and fires, meteorites from the sky, and barren ground, swallowing up all the weird fog and even the rapid growth of darkness under the crypt...

This is the origin of all the border foundations such as the endless sea, the country of fog, the iron rain wasteland, the realm of earth fire and so on.

Before Gaia was destroyed, that was the root of the disaster that could shake the entire world, destroy all civilizations, and kill all human beings.

Like a mother who kills her children.

When the butcher knife is raised, what else can the son do besides crying?

Only the two depend on each other to survive on the abyss formed by this infinite depth. And when one of them deviated from this share, everything was pushed down the precarious edge of the cliff.

Only the last option is left.

If the world wants to destroy mankind, then the world will be destroyed first.

If the opponent is too threatening and has to be killed, but at the same time is too important and has to be saved, then there is only one way left...

【Harmless】

The first plan for the destruction of the world and the plan for the creation of the world was the miracle that the Pioneer Society, as a scholar organization, transformed into an astronomical society.

Under the impetus of the power of the whole realm, a miracle accomplished by humans.

The old world is disintegrated, separated, recreated, and then recombined to form a brand new world.

Artificially simulated the cycle of **** and carried out the rebirth of the present situation.

The direct consequence is that the world that wants to kill humans no longer exists, and the emergence of the three major blockades has created a brand new world.

The present situation, borders and **** constitute a new cycle.

And the old world is completely dead.

Countless fragments sank into the endless dark abyss.

The love that has disappeared, the hatred that cannot be disappeared, the sorrow that was killed by the children, the despair of wanting to kill the children, and even the eternal pain...

Perhaps, there are some vital essence.

But that is no longer important to the present situation at that time.

And now, Marcus once again brought up the old things.

Coming to the core of the Thunder Sea, facing one of the few people at the top even in the abyss, he made his own request.

"Is my expression clear? Maharaja," he asked.

"Clear and straightforward, there is no room for misunderstanding." The maharaja nodded, looking at his appearance, a subtle expression appeared on the human-like face.

"Then why don't you respond to me?"

Marcus asked: "Is it because of my lack of sincerity? Or is my visit too abrupt? If you want to follow the old rules, you can throw me from here, and let my old bones climb up from below. , I will say the same thing to you again."

"I'm just waiting."

The maharaja shook his head regretfully: "I hope you hesitate a little, or think more about your own purpose. Friendship is rare, Marcus. For the sake of your courtesy and respect for me, you still have a chance to take it back. Sentence."

"But I've never been alone here, haven't I?"

The diplomat ignored the kindness, aggressive, and ignored the kindness of the supreme.

Those turbid eyes widened, and a solemn, hoarse declaration appeared: "What I represent is the present realm, the astronomical society, and the combination of all the glory and meaning of this world.

I am your enemy, Maharaja, why are you so contemptuous with me? "

When he started talking, it was no longer an old man who made the sound. In his hoarse voice, there was a will that was harder than iron and hotter than the sun.

Asking solemnly:

"Am I not enough to be your enemy?"

In the silence, only opposite the low table, the squatting man sighed silently, turned and walked towards the opened darkness behind him, which was huge enough to occupy the throne of the world.

Every time he took a step, his sturdy body became huge, and the thunder in the sky also made a roar.

It was as if a giant trampled on the ground, making everything mourn.

Until the end, the throne that broke through the top of the main hall and went deep above the thunderclouds, once again emerged a huge figure that was enough to fill the entire world.

"If that's the case, then I can only respond to you positively, Marcus."

Resplendent golden eyes emerged from the face of the dark giant, looking down, no longer concealing the ruthlessness and cruelty of the ruler: "What you want, the wreckage you ask for, is in my hands."

"It is true that the realm of being killed is useless to me. It is tasteless and a pity to abandon it, but that is my collection after all. Even among the treasures of the Thunder Sea, it is enough to rank in the top five.

Why should I give it to you? "

In the roaring wind and loud noise, in the wheelchair, the old man raised his skinny arms, propped up his body with difficulty, and looked up at the king of **** in front of him.

"Why don't you take a gamble?"

He said: "In the name of the contract maker, I want to restart the last gambling game between us, between the present and the hell!"

As early as when the Astronomical Society was just established, the surging of the depth tide triggered the first war of all worlds in human history. After the loss of the wall of the gods, and after Gaia was killed, the current situation was unprotected.

In the **** illuminated by the light of the realm, the sleeping huge beings awakened one after another with the surge of depth.

Looking at the world above his head.

Hungry.

This is the phenomenon evolved in the cycle of birth and death from the abyss.

When a world is coming to an end, the remnants of these past epochs will once again take everything away, destroy everything, and completely push the remaining everything into nothingness.

This is a gluttony like a feast. When the huge reality falls into the abyss, countless fragments are turned into countless hells, and a new king of **** will rise from the abyss.

Until a long and long time, in the eternal darkness and hell, the miracle of a new world was bred again.

At that time, at the time when the Astronomical Society was inaugurated, the present state, which was in a state of weakness and decline, faced the battle of the worlds.

There will be three gambling in the present and hell.

In the first time, the victory or defeat of the battle of the worlds was decided, so that it was able to get through the most difficult period.

In the second time, there were wins and losses, which laid the foundation of the Sea of ​​Silver, and at the same time, created the blueprint of the fourth plan, the kingdom of heaven.

And when the third war of the worlds came, Marcus once again used the rights he possessed as a diplomat and representative of the Astronomical Society.

Restart the contract between the reality and hell.

The last bet.

Take back the wreckage of the old world!

"Oh?"

In that brief silence, not only above the throne, but even behind the surrounding curtain, the unknown beings who came to watch inevitably made a slight disturbance.

Either surprised, or contemptuous, or excited.

But none of them expressed rejection.

"As one of the participants in the last time, one of the six people who witnessed the contract, you also have this right..." The maharaja looked down, looking down at the opponent in front of him, and flicked his fingers in disdain: "However, you Are there enough bets to make our heart beat?"

"Of course."

Marcus replied indifferently, raising his palm, holding the volume of the contract that had already been written.

"With the current defense front and the thirty-fold depth of the field attached to it as a plan—" On the old face, a mocking flame emerged from his eyes: "If you can win, you can take it!"

"So, throw a bet, Mathers?"

After a brief period of astonishment, the Maharaja couldn't help but sneer: "After losing your city wall, how do you plan to go to war?"

"During the last war, did we have something like a city wall?"

Marcus Ang first asked: "Why don't you say a word? Everyone, such a gamble, in front of you, should it be like a rat, hiding behind the scenes?

The withered king! Happy land priest! Jesters! Everlasting Group! Mother of Stone! The Dark Eye...and everyone of the Golden Dawn! Do you still have to remain silent and stay out of the matter at this moment? "

Along with the old man's roar and questioning, behind the layers of curtains, one silhouette after another slowly emerged, glancing at the dust in the field with cold eyes.

"Hahaha, interesting." The Withered King sitting on the blood-colored throne with a wine glass happily knocked on the handrail: "Since there is such a furious gambling game, how can we not make a hand?"

"Ordinary people, you should speak carefully." The happy land priest wearing a golden mask warned indifferently: "The end of your waiting and the perfect future are all in the mouth of my god."

"Oh, oh, you look at this guy... how embarrassed." Mathers on the high chair took off his hat and shrugged helplessly: "I used to be an old friend anyway, why should I be so merciless? "

"My lord is already under surveillance." The jester replied sluggishly: "You can perform as much as you like."

"If the profit is enough, I don't mind mixing it up." No.1, the master of the Yongshi Group, said indifferently.

"I'm not interested." A vague voice came from the mother of stone, which looked like a huge statue: "You are free."

...

With the appearance of the rulers, it seems that the weight of the entire **** is gradually descending here, and at the end, in the long silence, the lord of the giants on the throne, the lord flicked his fingers at will head.

"Not enough," he said.

"The two sides have the same bargaining chips, Maharaja." Marcus replied: "The value difference does not exceed one point."

"It's true, but it's not enough to change my mind, Marcus."

Above the thundercloud, the huge silhouette lowered its head and looked down at the person in front of him. No pity, only indifference and cruelty remained: "Your bargaining chip is not enough to change my mind."

"... Then, how about adding me?"

After a long silence, in the wheelchair, Marcus grinned and showed a triumphant smile: "My soul is here, Maharaja, although he is old and insignificant.

But if you reverse your mind, it should be enough! "

"How about? Would you like to try—"

The rickety old man propped up from the wheelchair, took a step forward, proudly spread his arms: "Can you let the flag of the ideal country fall from my hands?"

In this way, he held his head arrogantly in the eyes of the lord.

Waiting for the final reply.

The answer to him was the thunder that shook the entire abyss, and the laughter echoed in countless hells.

"Very good, very good, you really are the best opponents, enough to be my enemy!"

The maharaja nodded with satisfaction, "How do you want to bet, Marcus, whether it's fighting, knowledge, or everything else... I'm willing to accompany you."

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Marcus raised his hand and replied solemnly: "If you want to decide the victory or defeat between the reality and hell, what could be more real than the showdown between the countless events and records between the reality and hell? "

When he raised his hand, the outline of a card rose from the aging fingertips, slowly swirling, the frame, color, and even the pattern and name on the card changed.

The miracles created by countless souls, the harm caused by countless falls, every calamity, every redemption, every destruction and rebirth, are recorded in it!

The magnificent light illuminates every pair of eyes in the darkness.

"Then let's start, Existing Man."

At that moment, the abyss cried.

Above the throne, the Maharaja raised his hands, as if clenching the axis of hell. The light of the thunder stretched across countless depths, spreading the mighty and majestic voice: "Speak to hell, tell now Circumstances, announce every inch of the place."

"Just the way you wait, and what you ask for as a stage--"

The Supreme King hereby announces to the whole world:

"The gambling of the abyss that determines the belonging of the old world begins here!"

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At that moment, it was in the Survival Hospital.

Huai Shi woke up from her dream.

I opened my eyes and heard the thunder in the distance.

Since three days ago, he has been individually arranged in the testing room, receiving various inspections from the Survival Hospital and meticulous maintenance including the amount of meals and bathing time.

Started a long wait.

And just now, the door opened, and 008 stepped in, in a hurry.

"Be prepared, Mr. Huaishi."

The notice from the Survival Institute was officially issued: "It's your turn to debut."

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