Suddenly, Huaishi didn't have time to react, but instinctively looked around, looking for her own equipment.

　　 But there is nothing here.

　　 There is only one rice bowl, I haven’t finished it yet, I don’t know if it can be used after being on the battlefield...

　　 "Are you sure?" Huai Shi asked suspiciously.

　　 "No need to look for it."

　　008 replied: "None of those things are needed. All you can rely on is yourself."

　　 "Always tell me what's going on, right?"

　　 Huaishi followed him, walking through the complicated corridors, puzzled: "There should be a limit to secrecy."

　　 "We need you to be prepared to ensure that your mental state is stable and able to give full play at any time."

　　008 said without looking back: "You will be a gladiator and throw into a war, Mr. Huaishi.

　　You are a chess piece and a tool. You have to defeat your enemies and win. Everyone who comes here wants it. You have to keep watch and help each other against hell. "

　　 Behind 008, Huai Shi subconsciously raised his head and looked at the top of his head.

　　 It was as if he could see a yellow-orange-orange exclamation mark emerging from the top of his head.

　　 is pleasant.

　　 "I'm too familiar with this."

　　 Huaishi skipped the plot skilfully, and asked directly: "Where is the enemy? How many to kill? How to kill?"

　　 "It's everywhere, everywhere. You can kill it until you can't kill it. As for the decapitation or other things, you can do it freely. You will find answers to all the questions later in the memory."

　　Before the slowly opened gate, 008's footsteps stopped, and he pointed to the complicated instrument that spread out like a life-sustaining capsule inside: "Please, Mr. Huaishi."

　　 The gloomy light exudes a chilling breath.

　　 The premonition of death seems to begin to creep up.

　　 but soon disappeared again.

　　 Huaishi scratched his head.

　　 strode in.

　　 The hatch closed, and darkness struck.

　　.

　　 In front of another life-sustaining cabin, Ms. Chen was smoking a cigarette and squinting at 091 beside her: "Soul extraction warehouse? I know you guys don't suffocate good farts."

　　091 is unmoved, the electronic voice is calm: "I promise, this is one of the necessary steps."

　　 "So what are you waiting for?"

　　 Ms. Chen stepped on the cigarette with one foot, walked into it with a sigh, and closed her eyes: "Hurry up, hurry up."

　　 Snap.

　　 A crisp voice sounded.

　　 Data extraction, start.

　　.

　　 In the same enclosed room, the burly old man still squatted beside the extraction bin.

"Don't be afraid, everyone has the first time, it is inevitable to be nervous. Grandpa, I am here, and I will be done as soon as I close my eyes. Let's play normally and don't have psychological pressure. That safety first, second in the game, don't always keep your head down. Go forward..."

　　 "It's almost alright, do your job." Under the heavy cable entanglement, Liz rolled her eyes and waited for him: "Am I a kid in the kindergarten?"

　　 Trier was taken aback, couldn't help scratching the wrinkles on his face, "In front of me, who is not?"

　　 Liz was silent, speechless.

　　 So the old man laughed, stretched out his big hand, and gently touched her hair: "Protect yourself, be careful, Liz."

　　 "I know, so do you." Liz nodded.

　　 "Of course."

　　 The old man raised his head triumphantly.

　　 The hatch closed.

　　.

　　 In the dimness, I saw the light of the shadowless lamp, and the silhouettes of a few people in a hurry.

　　 "Mr. Shangquan is about to die." Someone shouted: "The Stagnation Zone can no longer block the soul. We must..."

　　 "Then there is no need to block it."

　　 An indifferent electronic voice said: "Soul extraction and transfer, injecting five units of external poison, and after repairing, transfer to the essence pool, as long as he keeps his breath."

　　 After a short pause, there was a cold mask covering the face of the subject, and the last thing I heard was the cold words without ups and downs.

　　 It seems, with a trace of hope.

　　 "The time you want has come, Mr. Shangquan." He said, "I wish you... a prosperous Wuyun."

　　.

　　Here, there, in the preparation area of ​​the entire partition, in front of thousands of soul extraction pods, one after another walked into it.

　　 Surrounded by heavy cables, the cold liquid source material is poured into it, extracting, transforming, and preserving the soul. From the projection of the sea of ​​silver, flashes of light flow like stars in the shadow of the dark survival courtyard.

　　 flew to hell.

　　 turned to his own war.

　　 At this moment, in the palace of the Thunder Sea, there was the sound of cracking and breaking.

　　 The earth collapsed, and the stone slab was broken and evaporated. Under the will of the monarch, huge fragments slowly manifested here, projecting a huge and lonely world from the midair.

　　 is like the present state of death.

　　 is devastated.

　　 The fragments of the old Gaia still retain their appearance when they fell. Since they were killed by their children, they have fallen into a stagnant time. Only a large number of disasters and miracles surging in it, fluctuating.

　　 This is the battlefield of struggle.

　　 A chessboard for playing.

　　 At the same time, it's the last bet...

　　 After Marcus’s wheelchair, countless brilliance descended from the sky. After crossing a long depth, Hongqiao passed, and one figure after another walked out of it.

　　The chess player from the real world arrives.

　　 In addition to Isaac, who stood calmly behind Marcus after entering the stadium, there are nine other selected candidates from all over the world.

A slightly bloated old nun with a rose rosary in her hand; a turban full of gemstones and a slender white beard Tianzhu man; a middle-aged man in a spotless white dress and sunglasses that looks like a gambler, and even In the middle, the humble creator Nakajima.

　　 And, at the very end, the Dongxia Sublimator who looked around and tried to take a selfie with his mobile phone...

　　-Bai Ze!

　　 "Five positive candidates, five reserve."

　　Marcus said, "Our players are all here, Maharaja, where are your players?"

　　 On the throne, the Maharaja glanced at the dust under his feet, for a long time, looked to his side.

　　 "Enough to watch the excitement?" He said: "Come out a few, so that I don't have to be sour that I will act for the authority of the abyss..."

　　 "Hahaha, in front of my eyes? You are still early."

　　 The Withered King laughed nonchalantly, pointed his finger to the front, and instructed the subordinates beside him: "White Snake, since I was invited in a fake manner, you can go up and play chess for me."

　　 The old jester bent over: "I will live up to your majesty's orders."

　　 "It doesn't matter if you lose it." The Withered King waved his hand casually, "You don't have to be pressured, just go all out, it's just a game of gambling, and it's the right thing to be happy both physically and mentally.

　　 As long as it is not sticky, gritty, and unpleasant, I will be satisfied whether it is a fiasco or a big victory. "

　　 "Yes." With a wry smile, the white snake led the way, and turned to the chessboard. I heard the command from the king behind me who I was loyal to: "Hey, whoever, bring some fries and shrimp chips from the real world, just to have fun with me."

　　 It's this time, do you have to serve yourself with your subordinates...

　　 The white snake's footsteps paused slightly, and the pressure was heavy.

　　 "Tiancheng, you go." The fluteman's messenger glanced at the followers beside him, "I hope you understand."

　　 "Yes."

　　 The pale rickety jester stepped forward on his cane.

　　 "I knew I would let that fellow Edward come to do this errand."

　　 Mathers sighed, got up from the chair, walked to the other end of the Gaia fragment, and saluted the old man in the wheelchair: "This time, I have to help you guide again."

　　 In the wheelchair, Marcus calmly looked at the projection in front of him, indifferent.

　　 And the betrayer of Golden Dawn didn't seem to care either, smiling, washing the pile of cards that appeared in his hands, looking forward to it.

　　 The beloved ruler of the rancher, Archangel Justice, walked out of the door of the most blessed land and accepted the order from the chief priest.

　　 Gloom Eye sent an offspring, and a half-pale body emerged in the squirming mud, holding the card in his hand, and there was no expression on the mutilated face.

　　 In the end, under the seat of the Maharaja, a thin figure in a gray coat walked out, with a bronze skin, scars and tattoos all over, and his appearance was even better than the Maharaja’s handsomeness. It was indistinguishable between men and women. He was blind and lacklustre, and there was a disturbing haze lingering in the void.

　　 The ruler from the Sea of ​​Thunder, the blessed darling of Declining Moon and Cangchao, the youngest son of the Maharaja.

　　Mantong.

　　 Just like that, when the chess players from **** gradually took their place, the king on the throne asked again: "Are you ready, Marcus?"

　　 "You can start anytime."

　　 The old man in the wheelchair replied.

　　 "Then, let's start here. If there are any tricks and tricks, or even any cheating methods that are not discovered by others, you can do whatever you want, but don't forget, Marcus, you are also one of the bets."

　　 The maharaja announced in a cold voice: "You are standing on the balance, but our betting is settled in real time, do you understand?"

　　 "Nature."

　　Marcus nodded, still smiling.

　　 From the moment the game begins, the situation in the field will determine the increase, decrease, and presence of both parties' bets.

　　If the situation of the Astronomical Society is good, then the fragments of Gaia will gradually transform into the present situation. But if it's not good, the current defense line, including the thirty-fold depth, will gradually disappear without a trace...

　　 At the same time, also with Marcus.

　　 The state of his soul will be controlled by the situation of victory and defeat.

　　 rise or fall, can't help it anymore.

　　 was tortured by the duel of the chess players, hovering between sublimation and solidification.

　　 "Now, decide the first move, everyone."

　　 Marcus raised his eyes.

　　 The chess players of Xianjing and Hell, two of them took a step forward together.

　　 The man from Tianzhu, and the white snake under the withered throne.

　　 Standing in front of the dice table, the two looked at each other expressionlessly. But the white snake didn't appreciate it, and coldly reached out and picked up the dice, and threw it.

　　 six o'clock.

　　 Full value!

　　 The Tianzhu man smiled, also picked up the dice, and scattered the dice plate.

　　 Six o'clock!

　　 is also full value!

　　 Both sides are equal and can only be dice again.

　　 Behind Marcus, Isaac frowned slightly, his hands in his sleeves clenched suddenly. The dice thrown by the white snake had a strange rotation in the dice plate, and then paused.

　　 Five o'clock.

　　 "It seems I was lucky." The Tianzhu man smiled, reached out his hand to pick up the dice, and then toss it.

　　 But the dice did not roll. After falling from his hand, it fell straight onto the dice plate.

　　 Same, it's five o'clock...

　　 Tianzhu's chess player was stunned, and the two looked at each other, their eyes also becoming meaningful.

　　 And when the white snake was thrown again this time, the result of the dice became three points.

　　 average value.

　　 In the long silence, the Tianzhu man stretched out his hand, held up the dice in the plate, clenched it tightly, and threw it down.

　　 The dice seemed to be crazy, bouncing frantically on the plate, screaming, and spinning fast.

　　 Isaac's fingers flicked in his sleeve, but the dice didn't respond at all, still in a frantic whirlpool, in the solemn gaze of the white snake.

　　 gradually slow.

　　 But the points above the six sides fluctuate, trembling violently and flickering.

　　 In the end, there are cracks all over, making a cracking sound.

　　 finally freezes at four o'clock!

　　 "It seems that I won."

　　 The Tianzhu man showed a helpless smile, raised his hand and scratched his loose eye bags.

　　 There are already wrinkles and age spots on the well-maintained palm.

　　 The stale breath quickly disappeared.

　　 "Fortunately not insulting my life."

　　 He nodded to Marcus, and after a glance at Isaac, he returned to his position with a smile.

　　 decided on this one after another!

　　 can't see the blood hidden in the dark.

　　 Only Isaac kept his hands behind his back, hiding the crack in his palm.

　　 "Sakuni's dice."

　　 In the central decision-making room of the Administration Bureau, Xuanniao sighed pityingly, and then asked, "Is this sacrifice a bit too big?"

　　 That is the miraculous engraving brewed in the epic war recorded in "Running Bharata", in the **** battle between the Bandu and Julu tribes, and the struggle between the five sons of the strong fight and the hundred sons of the country.

　　 The reappearance of past history.

The clever tongue Shaguni seduced the leader of Jianzhan’s five sons, Jianzhan, to gamble with him. Using the dice made from the bones of his own father, he successively won Jianzhan’s property, status, wife and brothers. The man who maintains the law blessed by the gods rushed into the dust, forcing the opponent to go far away.

　　 In the end, he died in Krsna’s plan because of his proud dice.

　　 And his ending, as early as the moment he used that pair of dice, was already doomed.

　　The karma born as an enemy of the gods, the backlash caused by rashly changing his fate...every point he gains will be lost thousands of times in the future.

　　The same is true for those who use this miracle inscription.

　　 The greater the gains, the more amazing the changes, the more terrifying the debts and karma borne by one's own destiny in the future.

　　 And the price of gaining the first hand in the gambling of the abyss is enough to make him, his family and even his descendants unable to repay for generations...

　　 Eternally sinking into pain.

　　 "Anidru's sacrifice is his dedication to the present situation. As a brother, I have no right to interfere."

　　 The leader of Tianzhu's lineage maintenance, Sandhu calmly replied: "It's just a matter of course, don't need to be concerned, Xuanniao."

　　 "It's just a pity." Xuanniao sighed softly: "If it doesn't interfere, the white wolf hook can be borrowed temporarily."

　　 "No, there are ways to maintain the pedigree."

　　Sandhu smoked quietly, his green eyes were calm and expressionless.

　　 Or, the tears have already been shed.

　　 And the game has already started.

　　 There are constantly stars that follow the player's will and fall into the chessboard of the old Gaia.

　　In Isaac's hand, the stack of six cards that had just been drawn didn't even look at it, and then it shook slightly. After a moment of flashing, it seemed to be different, and then it flickered again.

　　 Under the hem of the robe, the face of the card kept changing, until finally, it returned to peace.

　　 He turned out a post without looking and threw it on the chessboard.

After 　　 occupied the labyrinth area at the back of the middle area of ​​the chessboard, he took advantage of the cost of the card from the outpost and threw in a sublimator——[Midnight Storm·Chen].

　　 The soul of the ascended person fell from the sky and sank into the chessboard.

　　 Over.

　　 In the first round, regardless of the sequence of hands, the two sides did nothing except play cards and toss a few low-cost creatures.

　　 The top priority is to occupy the miracle source point and important terrain marked on the chessboard, and there is no rush to fight. But when the second round came, Isaac's faint gaze fell on the white-shrouded city that was occupied by the opposite side.

　　 caused the white snake's heart to contract suddenly.

　　 be alert.

　　 did not understand where this uneasy omen came from.

　　Until in the depressed atmosphere, Isaac flipped his wrist, and launched a card toward the city occupied by the white snake.

　　 [Prince of Paradise·Huaishi]!

　　 "What the hell!"

　　 The white snake's eyes began to furious, and he was furious: "The costs and resources from your place! Besides, there is no land card for you here!"

　　 "No, I have."

　　 Isaac answered calmly, pushing another card onto the projection of the battlefield, floating in front of the white snake.

　　 At the beginning of the second round, the attack from Isaac had already arrived in front of White Snake.

　　 The classic spell of the ideal country deck.

　　——[From the Abyss]!

　　 That is a unique tactic developed under the super strong correlation between the heavenly genealogy and the abyss, in short: designate a production unit in the **** field, forcibly requisition it, and become your own land card. After use, it will be destroyed immediately.

　　 Your land is very good, but now it’s mine!

　　 And I won’t leave it to you later!

　　 "Oh, it's interesting."

　　 The Withered King paused for a moment while pinching the potato chips, and smiled.

　　 At that instant, the city occupied by the white snake ~lightnovelpub.net~ heard a roar and collapse.

　　 The gates of **** quickly fell apart, and replaced by a sentry post rising from the ground. The light rose to attract the meteors from the present.

　　 fall!

　　 The waves spread, and wherever they pass, the earth bursts with a roar.

　　 In the rising light, with the shooting stars, a new body is quickly cast from the light, including the spine, internal organs, limbs, head, and even hair and clothes.

　　 With a flick of a finger, rebirth from the darkness.

　　 After completing his mission, the simple outpost burst and disappear without a trace.

　　 At that moment, Huai Shi finally opened his eyes after a long wait.

　　In this way, the tool man was thrown under the noses of **** chess players by his extremely trusted vice principal...

　　 miserable storm and snow, rushing towards the face.

　　 In front of my eyes are the ruins frozen in the ice, the broken city submerged by blizzard and cold wind. Dozens of pillars of wind and frost hang down above the collapsed overpass.

　　 The sound of whimpering was blown by the strong wind.

　　 Along with Huai Shi’s breathing, precious heat turned into a white mist and rose to the sky.

　　 This is the world that is already dead.

　　 Old Gaia!

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