Once he said that, not only the grand lord in front of Marcus, but also the rulers prostrating respectfully on both sides of the throne, and even those behind the heavy curtains cast strange gazes at him.
Even the lightning flashing in the sky seemed to stagnate for a moment.
Everything was silent.
Only the diplomat in the wheelchair looked at his enemy.
The remains of the old world, the fragments of Gaia.
That was the remnant from [Destruction Essential- Old Gaia].
In fact, if one looked at it as a whole, it might not be appropriate to call it Gaia, and it might be a bit exaggerated to call it the world.
That was just a name.
It pointed to the world that wanted to destroy humans.
In this era of humans, the first generation world was completely destroyed by the Astronomy Club.
This was indeed a helpless move. After all, before that, no one would have thought that there would be something like 'will' in the world.
But after losing all the walls formed by the gods, under the radiation of the abyss, the present realm began to gradually distort … gradually breeding malice and hostility against the descendants.
Floods and monstrous waves, storms and droughts, lava and raging fire, meteorites falling from the sky and barren land, a strange fog that swallowed everything, and even the darkness that rapidly grew under the crypt …
This was the origin of the endless sea, the country of fog, the Iron Rain Wilderness, the Hellfire Domain, and all the other borders.
Before Gaia was destroyed, it was enough to shake the entire world, destroy all civilizations, and kill all humans.
Just like the mother who killed her children.
When the butcher's knife was raised, what else could the children do but cry?
Only the two relied on each other to survive above the abyss formed by the infinite depth. And when one of them deviated from this, everything was pushed to the edge of a precarious cliff.
There was only one choice left.
If the world wanted to destroy humans, then it had to destroy the world first.
If the opponent was too threatening and had to be killed, but at the same time was too important and had to be preserved, then there was only one way left …
[Harmlessness]
The first World Destruction Plan and the World Creation Plan were the miracles of the Pioneer Society's transformation into the Astronomy Club.
Driven by the power of the entire realm, the miracles were completed by humans.
The old world was disintegrated, separated, rebuilt, and then recombined to form a new world.
Artificially simulating the cycle of hell, the present realm was reborn.
The direct result of this was that the world that wanted to kill humans no longer existed. With the appearance of the Three Great Seals, a brand new world was formed.
The present realm, the border, and hell formed a new cycle.
As for the old world, it was completely dead.
Countless fragments sank into the endless abyss of darkness.
The love that had already disappeared, the hatred that could not disappear, the sorrow of being killed by a descendant, the despair of wanting to kill a descendant, and even the eternal pain …
Perhaps, there were still some vital essences.
But that was no longer important to the present situation at that time.
And now, Marcus was once again bringing up the past.
After arriving at the core of the Sea of Lightning, he faced one of the few people who stood at the very top of the Abyss and made his request.
"Did I make myself clear? Grand Monarch, "he asked.
"It's clear and straightforward. There's no room for misunderstanding." The Great Dark Monarch nodded and studied his appearance, a subtle expression appearing on his human-like face.
"Then why didn't you respond to me?"
Marcus asked: "Is my sincerity not enough? Or is my visit too abrupt? If you want to follow the old rules, you can throw me down from here, and let these old bones of mine climb up from below. Then, I'll say the same thing to you again. "
"I'm just waiting."
The Great Dark Monarch shook his head regretfully: "I hope you can hesitate a little, or think more about your intentions. Friendship is hard to come by, Marcus. For the sake of the courtesy and respect you once showed me, you still have a chance to take back those words. "
"But I've never been the only one who came here, have I?"
The diplomat ignored his good intentions and was aggressive, completely ignoring the good intentions of the supreme.
The pair of turbid eyes also widened, showing a solemn expression, and hoarsely declared: "I represent the present realm, the Astronomical Society, the combination of all the glory and meaning of this world.
I am your enemy, Grand Monarch, why do you despise me so much? "
When he began to speak, the voice was no longer that of an old man. In the hoarse voice, there was a will harder than iron and hotter than the sun emerging.
He asked solemnly:
"Am I not strong enough to be your enemy?"
In the silence, only the squatting man across the short table sighed silently. He turned around and walked towards the darkness behind him, towards the throne that was so huge that it seemed to occupy the world.
With every step he took, the robust body grew larger, and the thunder in the sky also played a roar.
It was as if a giant was trampling on the earth, causing everything to wail.
In the end, the throne that broke through the top of the hall and penetrated deep into the thunderclouds, once again emerged a huge figure that could fill the whole world.
"In that case, I can only respond to you directly, Marcus."
A pair of dazzling golden eyes appeared on the dark giant's face. It looked down, no longer concealing the coldness and cruelty of a ruler. "The thing you want, the remains you want, is in my hands."
"Indeed, the dead present realm is useless to me, tasteless to eat, and a pity to throw away, but it is my collection after all. Even among the treasures in the sea of thunder, it is enough to rank in the top five.
Why should I give it to you? "
In the whistling wind and loud noise, on the wheelchair, the old man raised his skinny arms, supported his body with difficulty, and looked up at the King of Hell in front of him.
"Then why don't we make a bet, how about it?"
He said: "In the name of the contract maker, I want to restart the last bet between us, between the present realm and hell!"
As early as when the Astronomy Society was just established, the surge of the deep tide triggered the first War of Worlds in human history. After losing the Wall of Gods, and after Gaia was killed, the present realm was unprotected.
In hell illuminated by the light of the present realm, the huge sleeping existences woke up with the surge of the deep tide.
They looked at the world above their heads.
Hunger rumbled.
This was a phenomenon that evolved from the cycle of birth and death from the abyss.
When a world ushered in the end, the remnants of the past era would once again take everything away, destroy everything, and completely push everything that remained into nothingness.
This was like a feast. When the huge present realm fell into the abyss, countless fragments turned into countless hells, and a brand new King of Hell would rise from the abyss.
Until a long time later, in the eternal darkness and hell, the miracle of a new world was born again.
At that time, when the Astronomy Society was just established, the present realm fell into a weak and declining state. In the face of the War of Worlds, what they fought for with all their strength was a bet.
The present realm and hell would make three bets.
In the first time, the outcome of the War of Worlds was decided, and thus they were able to survive the most difficult period.
In the second time, both sides won and lost, but it laid the foundation of the Silver Sea. At the same time, it also created the blueprint of the fourth plan, Kingdom of Heaven.
And when the third War of Worlds came, Marcus, who was once a diplomat and representative of the Astronomy Society, once again exercised the rights he had.
Restarting the contract between the present realm and hell.
The last bet.
Taking back the remains of the old world!
"Oh?"
In that short silence, not only on the throne, but even behind the surrounding curtains, the unknown existences who came to watch inevitably made a slight disturbance.
Some were surprised, some were contemptuous, and some were excited.
But among them, none of them expressed rejection.
"As one of the participants last time, one of the six people who witnessed the contract, you do have such rights …" The Grand Lord lowered his eyes and looked down at the opponent in front of him. His finger flicked in disdain, "But, do you have a bet that is enough to move us?"
"Of course."
Marcus replied indifferently. He raised his hand and held the contract that had been written long ago.
"With the present realm's defense line and its associated thirty layers of domains as the chip —" On the old face, there was a mocking flame in his eyes, "If you can win, you can take it all!"
"In that case, shall we make a final bet, Mathers?"
After a short moment of shock, the Grand Lord couldn't help but sneer, "After losing your city wall, how do you plan to fight?"
"In the last war, did we have something like a city wall?"
Marcus raised his head and asked, "Why don't you say a word? Everyone, such a bet is right in front of you. Are you going to hide behind the scenes like rats?
Wither King! Paradise Earth Officiator! Jesters! Eternal World Group! Mother of Stone! Gloomy Eye … and everyone from Golden Dawn! Are you going to keep silent and stay out of this? "
Following the old man's roar and questioning, behind the layers of curtains, silhouettes slowly appeared one after another. They coldly glanced at the dust in the field.
"Hahaha, interesting." The Wither King, who was sitting on the blood-colored throne with a wine cup in his hand, happily knocked on the armrest, "Since there is such a grand bet, how can I not participate?"
"Mortal, you should be careful with your words." The Paradise Earth Officiator, who was wearing a golden mask, indifferently warned, "Your end, and your perfect future, are all in the mouth of our God."
"Aiya, aiya, look at this person … How embarrassing." Sitting on the high chair, Marcus took off his hat and shrugged helplessly, "In any case, we used to be old friends. Why do you have to be so merciless?"
"Our Lord has already set his eyes on you," the jesters replied dully, "You can perform to your heart's content."
"If the profits are enough, I don't mind participating." The owner of the Eternal World Group, Workshop Master No.1, said indifferently.
"I am not interested." A vague voice came from the Mother of Stone, who was like a giant statue, "Do as you wish."
…
Following the appearance of the rulers, it was as if the weight of the entire hell had gradually descended on this place. In the end, in the long silence, the Giant Lord, who was sitting on the throne, casually flicked his finger.
"Not enough," he said.
"The chips on both sides are already the same, Lord," Marcus replied, "The difference in value is not more than one point."
"That is true, but it is not enough to make me change my mind, Marcus."
Above the thunderclouds, the giant silhouette lowered his head and looked down at the newcomers in front of him. There was no longer any pity, only indifference and cruelty, "Your chips are not enough to change my mind."
"… Then, how about adding me in?"
After a long silence, on the wheelchair, Marcus grinned and revealed a proud smile, "My soul is here, Lord, even if I am old and insignificant.
But if I can change your mind, it should be enough! "
"How about it? Do you want to give it a try? "
The stooped old man propped himself up from the wheelchair, took a step forward, and proudly spread his arms, "Can you make the flag of the utopia fall from my hands?"
Just like that, under the gaze of the Lord, he arrogantly raised his head.
He waited for the final reply.
What responded to him was the thunder that shook the entire Abyss and the laughter that echoed in countless hells.
"Very good, very good. You are indeed the best opponents, enough to be my enemy!"
The Lord nodded in satisfaction, "How do you want to bet, Marcus? Whether it is gladiatorial combat, knowledge, or even anything else … I am willing to accompany you."
"Then let's still use the old way, how about it?"
Marcus raised his hand and replied solemnly, "If you want to decide the outcome between the present realm and hell, what could be more realistic than the duel between the countless records of events between the present realm and hell?"
When he raised his hand, the outline of a card rose from his aged fingertips and slowly rotated. The frame, color, and even the pattern and name on the card were changing constantly.
The miracles created by countless souls, the harm caused by countless degenerates, every disaster, every redemption, every destruction, and every rebirth were all recorded in the book!
The magnificent light illuminated every pair of eyes in the darkness.
"Then let's begin, people of the present realm."
At that moment, the Abyss roared.
On the throne, the Lord raised his hands as if he was holding the axis of hell tightly. The light of thunder crisscrossed between the countless depths, causing the mighty and majestic voice to spread, "Announce to hell, announce to the present realm, announce to every inch of the place."
"Let's use your methods and the things you seek as the stage —"
The Supreme King is announcing to the entire realm:
"The Abyss Gamble to determine the ownership of the old world begins now!"
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At that moment, in the Continuation Courtyard.
Huai Shi woke up from his dream.
Opening his eyes, he heard the thunder in the distance.
Since three days ago, he had been arranged to be alone in the examination room, receiving various inspections from the Continuation Courtyard and meticulous maintenance, including his three meals and bathing time.
It began a long wait.
At that moment, the door opened, and 008 stepped in, his footsteps hurried.
"Get ready, Mr. Huai Shi."
The notice from the Continuation Courtyard was officially issued, "It's your turn to appear."
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