Suddenly, Huai Shi had no time to react, but instinctively looked around for his equipment.
But there's nothing here.
There's only one rice bowl, which hasn't been finished yet. I don't know if it can be used on the battlefield
"Are you sure?" Huai Shi asked doubtfully.
"Don't look for it."
008 replied: "Those things can't be used. You can only rely on yourself."
"Do you have to tell me what's going on?"
Huai Shi followed behind him as they walked through the complicated corridors. She was confused. "There should be a limit to how much secrets can be kept."
"We need you to be ready to make sure that your mental state is stable and you can do your best at any time."
008 said without looking back: "You will be thrown into a war as a gladiator, Mr. Huai Shi.
You are a pawn and a tool. You have to defeat your enemy and win. Everyone who comes here has to. You have to help each other against hell. "
Behind 008, Huai Shi subconsciously looked up at the top of his head.
It's as if you can see a yellow exclamation mark emerging from the top of his head.
It's pleasant.
"I'm too familiar with this."
Huai Shi skillfully skipped the plot and asked directly, "where is the enemy? How many to kill? How to kill? "
"Everywhere, everywhere, you can kill until you can't kill. As for decapitation or other things, it's up to you. Later, all the questions you have will be answered in the memory of the infusion. "
In front of the slowly opened door, 008's footsteps stopped and pointed to the complex instrument that unfolded like a cabin: "please, Mr. Huai Shi."
Under the gloomy light, there was a chilling atmosphere.
The premonition of death seemed to begin to creep up.
But soon it disappeared.
Huai Shi scratched his head.
Stride in.
The hatch closed and darkness came.
.
In front of another cabin, Ms. Chen smoked a cigarette and squinted at 091 beside her: "soul extraction chamber? I know you bad guys don't have a good fart. "
091 was unmoved, and the electronic voice was calm: "I promise, this is one of the necessary steps."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
Madam Chen extinguished the cigarette with her foot and walked in with a sigh. She closed her eyes and said, "Hurry up."
Slap.
A crisp sound rang out.
Data extraction. Begin.
.
In the same enclosed room, the burly old man was still squatting beside the extraction chamber and muttering to himself.
"Don't be afraid. Everyone has their first time. It's inevitable that they'll be nervous. I've been through this before. I just need to close my eyes and it'll be over. Let's just perform normally. Don't feel pressured. Safety first, competition second. Don't always rush forward blindly … "
"That's enough. Go do your work." Under the heavy cable entanglement, Liz rolled her eyes and waited for him. "Am I a child in kindergarten?"
Trier was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but scratch the wrinkles on his face. "Who isn't in front of me?"
Liz was silent and speechless.
The old man smiled and reached out his hand to stroke her hair. "Protect yourself and be careful, Liz."
"I know, you too." Liz nodded.
"Of course."
The old man raised his head proudly.
The hatch closed.
.
In the darkness, he saw the light of the shadowless lamp and a few hurried figures.
"Mr. Kamiizumi is about to die," someone shouted. "The stasis zone can no longer seal the soul. We have to …"
"Then there's no need to seal it," an indifferent voice said coldly.
A cold electronic voice spoke, "Perform soul extraction and transfer. Inject five units of Outer Path poison. After a repair operation, transfer him to the Essence Pool. Just keep him alive for a single breath."
After a short pause, a cold mask covered the patient's face. The last thing he heard was the emotionless, cold words.
It was as if he had entrusted a wisp of hope.
"The time has come for your wish, Mr. Kamiizumi," he said. "I wish you … good luck."
.
Here, there, in the preparation area of the entire isolation zone, in front of thousands of soul extraction chambers, one figure after another walked into them.
Layers of cables wrapped around them. Cold liquid Origin Substance poured into them, extracting, transforming, and preserving souls. Under the projection of the Silver Ocean, flashes of light flowed like stars in the dark shadows of the Continuation Academy.
Flying to hell.
Throwing themselves into their own war.
At this moment, in the palace of the Thunder Ocean, the sound of cracking and shattering could be heard.
The earth collapsed, and the stone slabs shattered and evaporated. Under the will of the Grand Lord, a huge fragment slowly materialized here, projecting a huge and lonely world in the air.
Just like the dead Present Realm.
It was a scene of devastation.
The fragment of the old Gaia still retained its appearance when it fell. Since the Antecedent killed it, it fell into a stagnant time. Only a large number of disasters and miracles surged in it, changing constantly.
This was the battlefield of the struggle.
The chessboard of chess.
At the same time, it was also the final bet …
Behind Marcus' wheelchair, countless brilliance descended from the sky. After crossing a long distance, a rainbow bridge was transmitted, and one figure after another walked out from it.
The chess players from the Present Realm had arrived.
In addition to Isaac, who stood calmly behind Marcus after entering, there were nine other candidates from different parts of the world.
There was a slightly bloated old nun holding a rosary in her hand. There was an Indian man with a long white beard whose headscarf was full of jewels. There was a middle-aged man wearing a spotless white suit and sunglasses who looked like a gambler. There was even the inconspicuous creator, Nakajima, in the middle.
There was also the Dongxia Ascendant at the back, looking left and right, trying to take a selfie with his phone …
Bai Ze!
"Five main candidates, five reserves," Marcus said.
Marcus said, "Our chess players are all here. Senior Lord, what about your side's players?"
On the throne, the Grand Lord glanced at the dust under his feet. After a long time, he looked to his side.
"Have you seen enough?" He said, "Send out a few, so that people won't be jealous that I represent the Abyss …"
"Hahaha, in front of me? You're still too early. "
The King of Withered laughed mockingly and pointed to the front. He ordered his subordinate beside him, "White Snake, since they have pretended to invite me, you will go up and play chess for me."
The old jester bowed. "I will not disappoint Your Majesty."
"It doesn't matter if you lose." The King of Withered waved his hand casually. "You don't have to feel pressured. Just do your best. It's just a gamble. Pleasure is the right thing to do.
As long as it's not a sticky and unpleasant stalemate, I will be very satisfied whether it's a crushing defeat or a great victory. "
"Yes." White Snake accepted the order with a bitter smile and turned to walk to the chessboard. He also heard the king he was loyal to order behind him, "Hey, you, bring some fries and prawns from the Present Realm. It's just right for me to pass the time."
At a time like this, he still wants his subordinates to eat for him …
White Snake's footsteps paused. He was under a lot of pressure.
"Tiancheng, you go." The messenger of the Pied Piper glanced at the follower beside him. "I hope you understand something."
"Yes."
The pale and stooped jester stepped forward with his walking stick.
"If I had known, I would have let Edward take this job."
Mathers sighed and got up from his chair. He walked to the other side of the Gaia fragment and bowed to the old man in the wheelchair. "This time, I'll have to trouble you again."
In the wheelchair, Marcus calmly looked at the projection in front of him, indifferent.
The traitor of Golden Dawn didn't seem to care. He smiled and shuffled the pile of cards that appeared in his hand. He was full of anticipation.
The Rancher's beloved ruler, Archangel Justice, walked out of the door of Paradise and received the order to make a sacrifice.
The Eye of Obscurity sent out a descendant. In the squirming mud, half of a pale body appeared. He held a card in his hand and his incomplete face was expressionless.
Finally, under the seat of the grand lord, a thin figure in gray clothes walked out. His skin was bronze and covered in scars and tattoos. His appearance was even more handsome than the grand lord. It was hard to tell if he was a man or a woman. However, one of his eyes was blind and lifeless. There was an unsettling haze lingering in his empty eyes.
The ruler of the Sea of Thunder, the beloved of the Moon of Decay and the Blue Tide, the youngest son of the grand lord.
Mantong.
Just like that, when the players from hell gradually got into position, the grand lord on the throne asked again, "Are you ready, Marcus?"
"We can start at any time."
The old man in the wheelchair answered.
"Then, let's start. If there are any tricks or strategies, or even any cheating methods that can't be discovered, you can use them to your heart's content. But don't forget, Marcus, you're also one of the stakes."
The grand lord announced coldly, "You're standing on the scale, but our bet is settled in real time. Do you understand?"
"Of course."
Marcus nodded, still smiling.
From the moment the bet started, the situation on the field would determine the increase or decrease of the stakes.
If the situation of the Astronomy Conference was good, then the fragment of Gaia would gradually transform into the Present State. But if it wasn't good, then the defense line of the Present State, including the thirty layers, would gradually disappear without a trace.
At the same time, it would also affect Marcus.
The state of his soul would be controlled by the situation of victory or defeat.
Whether it rose or fell, it would no longer be up to him.
Instead, it would be tortured as the players fought, hovering between sublimation and solidification.
"Now, let's decide who will make the first move, everyone."
Marcus raised his eyes.
Two of the chess players from the Realm of Reality and Hell took a step forward.
The man from India and the white snake under the Withered King.
Standing in front of the dice board, the two looked at each other expressionlessly. First, the Indian man took the initiative to spread out his hands to show his modesty. But the white snake didn't appreciate it. She coldly picked up the dice and threw it.
Six points.
Full value!
The Indian man smiled, picked up the dice, and threw it on the dice board.
Six points!
Also full value!
Both sides were equal, so they could only roll again.
Behind Marcus, Isaac frowned slightly and clenched his fists in his sleeves. The dice thrown by the white snake spun strangely in the dice board and stopped.
Five points.
"Looks like I'm in luck." The Indian man smiled, picked up the dice, and threw it again.
But the dice didn't roll. After it fell from his hand, it fell straight on the dice board.
Again, it was five points.
The Indian player froze on the spot. The two of them looked at each other, and their gazes became meaningful.
This time, when White Snake threw the dice again, the result was a three.
Average value.
After a long silence, the Indian man reached out and picked up the dice on the board. He held it tightly and threw it down.
The dice seemed to have gone crazy, bouncing crazily on the plate, letting out screeching cries, and spinning at a very fast speed.
Isaac's fingers flicked in his sleeves, but the dice didn't respond. It continued to spin wildly under the white snake's solemn gaze.
It gradually slowed down.
But the numbers on the six sides were fluctuating, shaking violently and flickering.
In the end, cracks appeared all over, and a cracking sound was heard.
Finally, it stopped at four points!
"Looks like I won."
The Indian man smiled helplessly. He raised his hand and scratched his sagging eye bags.
His well-maintained palm was already covered with wrinkles and age spots.
The stale smell quickly dissipated.
"Fortunately, I didn't disappoint you."
He nodded to Marcus, glanced at Isaac, and returned to his seat with a smile.
The first player was decided!
The blood hidden in the dark couldn't be seen.
Only Isaac calmly put his hands behind his back and hid the crack in his palm.
"Sargon's Dice."
In the central decision-making room of the Central Bureau, Xuan Niao sighed with pity. He turned around and asked, "Isn't such a sacrifice a little too big?"
It was a miracle mark brewed in the epic war recorded in Breaking in Bharat, the bloody battle between the Pandu and Kuru, the struggle between the Five Sons of Hardened War and the Hundred Sons of Hardened War.
It was the reappearance of history.
The glib-tongued Sargon lured the leader of the Five Sons of Hardened War to gamble with him. Through the dice made from the bones of his biological father, he won Hardened War's property, status, and even wife and brothers. He beat the god's blessed law maintainer into the dust, forcing the other party to leave his home.
In the end, because of this set of dice that he was so proud of, he died in Krishna's scheme.
As for his ending, the moment he used that set of dice, it had already been decided.
The karma born from going against the gods, the backlash caused by rashly changing fate … Every point he gained would be lost a thousand times in the future.
It was the same for the person who used this miracle mark.
The greater the gain, the more shocking the change, and the more terrifying the debt and karma in one's fate would be in the future.
The price of gaining the upper hand in the Abyssal Gamble was enough to make himself, his family, and even his descendants unable to repay it for generations …
They would sink into eternal pain.
"Anidro's sacrifice is his contribution to the present realm. As his brother, I have no right to interfere."
The leader of the Indian Maintenance Genealogy, Sandhu calmly replied, "It's just a matter of course. There's no need to feel emotional, Your Excellency Mystic Bird."
"It's just a pity." Mystic Bird sighed softly, "If it's not a problem, I can borrow the White Wolf Hook for the time being."
"No need. The Maintenance Genealogy has its own way."
Sandhu smoked quietly. His green eyes were calm and expressionless.
Or perhaps, he had already shed all his tears.
And the game had already begun.
Stars constantly fell into the chessboard formed by the old Gaia according to the will of the chess player.
In Isaac's hand, the stack of six cards that had just been drawn shook slightly without even looking at them. After an instant of flickering, they seemed to become different and then flickered again.
Under the hem of the robe, the faces of the cards kept changing until finally, they returned to calmness.
He flipped out a sentry post without looking at it and threw it into the chessboard.
After occupying the maze area in the middle of the chessboard, he took advantage of the cost of the sentry post land card to throw in a sublimator, [Midnight Storm – Chen].
The soul of the sublimator descended from the sky and entered the chessboard.
Pass.
In the first round, no matter who played first, both sides did not do anything other than play land cards and throw in a few low-cost creatures.
The most important thing was to occupy the miracle source point and important terrain marked on the chessboard. They were not in a hurry to fight. However, when the second round arrived, Isaac's faint gaze landed on the city that was shrouded in white that was occupied by the other side.
It made the white snake's heart suddenly shrink for a moment.
Vigilance.
But it did not understand where this uneasy premonition came from.
Until in the oppressive atmosphere that made people unable to breathe, Isaac flipped his wrist and pushed out a card toward the city occupied by the white snake.
[Prince of Paradise – Huai Shi]!
"What the hell!"
The white snake's eyes began to twitch violently, and it was furious, "Where did you get the cost and resources! Moreover, you don't have a land card here! "
"No, I have one."
Isaac replied calmly and pushed another card toward the projection of the battlefield, floating in front of the white snake.
The moment the second round began, Isaac's attack had already arrived in front of the white snake.
The classic spell of the utopia card deck.
[From the Abyss]!
That was a unique tactic developed under the super compatibility of Celestial genealogy and the Abyss. In short: Designate a production unit in the Infernal Realm and forcefully requisition it to become your own land card. After using it, it would be destroyed immediately.
Your land is very good, but now, it's mine!
And I won't leave it for you later!
"Oh, it's getting interesting."
The Withered King, who was holding the potato chips, paused for a moment and smiled.
At that moment, the sound of collapse came from the city occupied by the white snake.
The Gates of Hell quickly fell apart and was replaced by a sentry post that rose from the ground. Light rose and received the meteor from the present realm.
Fall!
Waves spread, and wherever it passed, the earth burst out with a roar.
In the rising light, as the meteor entered, a brand-new body was quickly cast from the light. Spine, internal organs, limbs, head, and even hair and clothes.
In the blink of an eye, it was reborn from the darkness.
After completing its mission, the simple sentry post exploded with a bang and disappeared without a trace.
At that moment, Huai Shi finally opened his eyes after a long wait.
Just like that, the tool was thrown under the nose of the Infernal Chess players by the Vice President, whom he trusted so much …
A cold wind and snow blew in his face.
In front of him were ruins frozen in ice, a dilapidated city drowned in snow and cold wind. Dozens of wind and frost pillars fell from the collapsed overpass.
Under the strong wind, it let out a whimper.
As Huai Shi breathed, precious heat turned into white mist and rose into the sky.
This was the world that had long died.
Old Gaia!
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