At the cost of missing three life experiences, Mr. Riddle obtained three props that pay for the effect of life. Shad speculates that the price is "paying life", probably because he is just an ordinary person himself. If it's a witch or a ring warlock who gambles, it's most likely a payment spirit.

Therefore, although the Vientiane Impermanence card can indeed play a huge role in the game, considering that each side of the game only has ten slots, it is not actually a win to use too many functional cards that need to pay for life like now. The optimal solution to the game.

However, Shad and Mr. Riddle had no other choice.

"No more, and even if there is, I can't give it to you."

Xia De said that the two sides are evenly matched now, but if the last card is still the Impermanence of Everything, it means that the side of the black-robed God of Gamblers has gained an extra combat power out of thin air. If Mr. Riddle wants to win, he can only sacrifice his life again.

"Then the last groove..."

"This is your gamble, Mr. Riddle, so end it with your own experience."

Xia De pressed his hand on the opponent's shoulder again.

"But the experience of the Dreadful Fort cannot form a card. This game is part of the adventure of the Dreadful Fort. There are rules on the gaming table. The game itself cannot be regarded as an experience on the card table, so the Dreadful Fort is not counted."

Mr. Riddle said, but Shad shook his head:

"What I want to say is indeed related to your current experience, but it is not your adventure in the Dreadfort, but this."

Mr. Riddle turned his head and saw Shad pointing at himself:

"It was you who met me."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened slightly.

"In the last moments of life and death, you met me. You didn't know who I was, whether I was a man, a ghost of the Dreadfort, or an emissary of God. You didn't even know if I was real, or if I was just your dying Fantasy. But with my help, you made a gamble with the gods, and you have come to the end. Mr. Riddle, I think the encounter between you and me can probably be regarded as an important experience in your life, right?"

Xia De asked softly, and Mr. Riddle nodded in a daze:

"Yes, even if I forget what happened here after leaving the Dreadfort, this experience will forever be engraved in my soul until I go mad and die."

He stretched out his hand and put it in the last groove on the table. After a long time, he took his hand away, and a brand new card really appeared.

On the card, Mr. Riddle's upper body appears from the perspective of looking up from the table. The Mr. Riddle on the card looks up, while the real Mr. Riddle looks down.

Shad's face did not appear on the card, only his hand rested on Mr. Riddle's shoulder. As for the fact that he was sure that it was his own hand, it was because that hand was covered with golden cracked marks like burning embers.

The bronzing letters slowly appeared from the top of the card like flowing gold liquid, the card name [Future Man].

"So you are..."

Mr. Riddle suddenly turned his head to look at Shad, but in the end he didn't say the answer:

"That's great, you really exist."

Thousands of words turned into this sentence in the end, and he sat upright and prepared to welcome the end of the game.

The card shone with the light of the silver moon, and after a while, Xia De's figure appeared on the card in its entirety. This is Xia De's current appearance, with cracks of "divine afterglow" all over his body.

This relieved the real Xia De at the table. He was worried that it was his normal second-ring self that appeared. In this way, Mr. Riddle would lose if he didn't activate those life-consuming props in this gamble.

The last card of the **** is still a witch, but it is a witch who covers her face with a black veil and wears a black veil skirt, with a terrifying temperament.

Xia De's phantom stood together with demons, dragons and sea monsters, and with twenty bright streams of light flowing along the grooves of the tabletop to the center of the tabletop, all the phantoms that could move on the tabletop rushed towards the gaming table. the center of the table.

This is by far the most realistic and most terrifying battle. In the nine fights just now, although both sides had victories and losses, none of the phantoms summoned by the cards would have real wounds on their images due to injuries.

And with the appearance of all twenty cards at this time, it seems that the game is really complete at this moment. The two sides collided violently. The flesh and blood remnants of the witch, the body fragments of the giant dragon, demon and sea monster even flew out of the gaming table with the flickering of spiritual light and the sound of violent explosions.

Cracks appeared on the tabletop due to the real effect of extraordinary power. The scorching air and fierce wind pressure made Mr. Riddle at the table almost unable to breathe. And once the character or monster corresponding to the card is injured, the card in the table groove will also have cracks.

Even now, both sides can attack the altar, the temple, the cannibal house and the rune sword in the hands of the devil, so all the cards have cracks of different depths.

Even Xia De has never seen such a brutal battle like a meat grinder.

He moved his gaze to the back of the table on Mr. Riddle's side, and found that the phantom representing himself did not join the battle, but walked towards the three Impermanence cards.

He waved his hand at the holy silver moon suspended above [Vientiane Impermanence·Silver Moon]. The gambling table props that could only be touched by Mr. Riddle actually flew towards Shade's phantom.

"I lost the ownership of the gaming table props! It has become a piece of equipment similar to a rune sword!"

Mr. Riddle was even more surprised than Shad.

Shade, who was holding up the silver moon, walked towards the center of the gambling table during the battle, but still did not join the battle. He suddenly raised his right hand high behind the relatively huge body of the sea monster, letting the silver moon come to the top of his head.

The silver moon, which was only emitting a faint light, suddenly lit up. Before Mr. Riddle could react to what happened, Xia De suddenly had an extremely bad feeling in his heart:

"Not good! Get out of the way!"

The miniaturized real battle itself made Mr. Riddle feel dangerous. The first time Shad issued a reminder, he shrank directly under the table. Of course, he didn't forget to press his hand on the stool to prevent the judge from suspending the game.

Because there was no other place to dodge in the room, Xia De also squatted down. Neither of the two people looked up, but their eyes observed the silver moonlight that swept from the center of the table in the next second, as if the sun was erupting.

Even Xia De felt the pain in his eyes subside after a few seconds.

Mr. Riddle covered his eyes and groaned, and it took him a good minute to let go, but Shad still saw that his eyes were red and swollen with tears.

After helping Mr. Riddle to heal, there was no other movement above, and the battle seemed to be over. Shad and Mr. Riddle cautiously poked their heads out from under the table:

"Is this... over?"

The tabletop has returned to calm, and all the shadows are gone, only the stream of light flowing along the grooves is still emitting a shimmer.

Mr. Riddle carefully sat down on the stone chair again, and Shade also patted the dirt on his body and stood up.

Among the twenty cards from both sides, three Vientiane Impermanence cards were automatically popped out of the grooves and scattered on the table. Among the other seventeen cards, [Man of the Future] remained intact, while the other cards were all broken into pieces.

It seems that the moonlight that Xia De Xuying erupted just now has indiscriminately damaged all the targets on the desktop except himself.

"Excuse me, God, have I won?"

Mr. Riddle asked cautiously, Shade waved his hand, and three cards flew into his hand automatically.

"Yes."

This is the black-robed **** across the table, speaking for the first time since Shade saw him. He spoke the same language as Mr. Riddle's, and the voice was that of a man. Since only a two-syllable word was spoken, no further information could be discerned from the sound.

"You said that if I win the bet, I can make a wish?"

"Yes."

The voice still came from under the black robe.

"I want to get out of here! Get out of here with all the memories!"

"Choose one. Get out of here and keep your memory."

This is not the voice from under the black robe, but the answer given by the rotting corpses leaning against the wall in different degrees.

When Xia De came here for the first time, they also informed the vague rules of [Life Gambling] in this way.

"Well, I choose to leave here."

Mr. Riddle said with some frustration, and turned to look at Shad:

"Sir, I'm really happy, really happy to meet you here."

He formally extended his hand to Xia De, and Xia De also held his hand in relief. Although it was a bit inexplicable, the game was finally over:

"Mr. Riddle, it is also my honor to meet you across the millennium and complete this gamble together. I admire you, your wisdom, and your experience."

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"Compared with wisdom, I actually think courage is more important."

The ancient prophet said softly, and he looked at Xia De seriously, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his soul:

"I don't know the purpose of your appearance here, and I don't know what the future looks like. But I will try my best to remember everything here, and if possible, I will try my best to study the Vientiane Impermanence Card. I hope this will give you some help, as I A small thank you."

"Don't worry, from my point of view, you really did it."

Shad said, Mr. Riddle was startled, and then a smile appeared on his face:

"Look, I knew it, I can definitely do it. You told me, I reminded you, this is also a kind of 'ring'. This is the blessing of my lord [Mr. Huan]!"

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