The current state of the God of a Thousand Feet, Vangelis, could be described as' feet ',' head 'and' forehead '.
The stone board made by imitating the Cards of Fate had gone through a total of 46 different arrays. Each piece needed to be effectively moved and arranged in attack and defense.
In addition, there was a time limit of three seconds per round, so that every second required a lot of thinking.
Vangelis' forehead and the inner layer of his brain were full of small legs and feet. Through super fast running, he bought more time for his brain to think.
"There's something wrong with this guy …
His current state should be undergoing the crucial [Mythical Structure]. Why hasn't he completed the final construction and his level is still at Atavism?
What's the problem that caused him to focus all his attention on chess?
If this continues, I really can't hold on. "
Vangelis had long regretted his choice. He never thought that a young man of the new era could be so proficient in the [Cards of Fate].
"However, he should have reached his limit long ago … What made him persist to this extent? The madness that exists in the depths of the root? This is the only possibility. Otherwise, a normal person would never ignore the mythical breakthrough and still focus on playing chess.
Is the purity of madness actually so high? It can't be seen on the surface at all.
If this continues, it may cause the [Mythical Failure]. The body and spirit will be annihilated along with the [Mythical Puzzle].
It's a pity for such a talent to die. I have to quickly end this game. "
Although Vangelis was more concerned about Han Dong's' life ',
He would never go easy on him or directly end the game … He was very clear that Han Dong must have his reasons for still persisting in playing chess.
The best outcome was to go all out to determine the winner.
Currently.
Han Dong, who was sitting opposite the stone board, had a large number of tentacles wrapped around his head.
Due to the adaptive effect brought by the 'Faceless', his whole body was covered with brain tissue. The number of derived brains was equal to the number of pieces separated from the board.
But with a large number of data calculations, each brain was in a shriveled state, withering like a leaf.
The game had entered the 'final stage'.
Han Dong's character card had the last drop of blood left, and Vangelis had three drops of blood left.
The trump card in Vangelis' hand, the [God of a Thousand Feet], had finally completed its final evolution. Whether it was the main board or the pieces, it was covered with his feet.
It was as if a thousand-foot army was marching forward.
If any chessboard was lost, Han Dong's last drop of health would be deducted.
However,
What made Vangelis very concerned was that,
Han Dong had placed a trap card in the depths of the main chessboard a long time ago, but it hadn't been triggered yet.
Furthermore, since the first ten rounds, Han Dong had been placing a large number of weak individuals or Spawns on the chessboard. These cannon fodders could not possibly stop the advance of the thousand-legged army.
"Let's end it."
When the Thousand-Legged God crossed the center line of the stone board.
The trap card placed in front of Han Dong was finally revealed – "Cell Division". Because the trap card has sunk for more than five rounds, its effect will affect all chessboards.
At the same time, he used the magic card "Faceless".
In all areas of the chessboard, the individuals occupied by the cells all turned into powerful "faceless ones" … This was also the first full-scale battle between the two sides in the entire chessboard.
In the end, both sides lost 10 HP.
Life Points Return to Zero – "Draw"
With the end of the game.
Han Dong's body, which had long reached its limit, began to disintegrate, and cracks began to appear on his overloaded body of consciousness.
"Oh no! This guy is really going to die! "
Although Vangelis was also exhausted, he urgently needed to sleep in the long river of time.
Considering the relationship between Han Dong and his big brother, as well as Green's previous emphasis …
Ka!
The "Time Gem" embedded in his chest was forcefully pulled down and thrown directly at Han Dong's collapsing body.
It accurately fit the center of Han Dong's abdomen and the black vortex point.
The adaptive effect continued to play out. The black vortex received the gem and began to rotate and activate … A "Time Field" enveloped Han Dong's entire body, reducing the speed of Han Dong's disintegration to 1100 times the original speed.
"Who told you to force me step by step and make the fate chessboard so complicated. My brain is about to explode, and I don't have the energy to go back in time.
The extra time has been given to you. Good luck. "
Vangelis had not been as weak as he was now for a long time. He even needed to grow legs between his skull to support the brain tissue that could collapse into tofu dregs at any time.
At this moment.
Han Dong's shoulder cavity overflowed with a familiar breath.
As the hole in the shoulder cavity expanded, Green quickly climbed out, and at the same time, he pulled Sally's head out with him.
"Vangelis, I didn't expect you to hide in such a deep area to compete in speed.
Han Dong's state is very strange. Maybe he will really die completely! "
Green stared at the terrible situation in front of him and inserted his finger into the small hole in his cheek. He was not careful and even dug out a terrible crack in his cheek.
"Sally, quickly help Han Dong with the cell breeding and stop his body from disintegrating.
Stay in my body and heal. "
The crack in Green's cheek produced a huge suction force, sucking Han Dong and Sally into his body … The area they were about to go to would be the most important crazy center in Green's body.
The crazy breath that pervaded there could produce a good resonance with Han Dong.
Sally did not care at all where they would fall. Just as she was sampling Han Dong's body, a stone shining with green light rolled out.
"This is the snake father's gallbladder!?
If this thing exists, Nicholas may be able to reverse rebirth and stabilize his body. "
Sally tried to send the snake gallbladder to Han Dong's mouth.
She found that his head was completely wrapped in gray tentacles and was in a special state before advancement. It could not be opened at all.
Out of helplessness.
Sally could only first chew the snake gallbladder in her mouth to ensure that no essence was lost and send it into Han Dong's body through the tentacles.
Thump!
A loud and powerful heartbeat spread in Han Dong's body.
A rich and strong vitality energy quickly spread throughout his body, like a swimming green snake crawling in his body … The collapsing body immediately stopped, and the body even began to reform.
At the same time.
The same madness in Green's body was also stimulating Han Dong's unconscious consciousness.
Even the tentacles wrapped around Han Dong's head began to wriggle, actively absorbing the essence of the madness here … The consciousness that might never wake up was slowly recovering.
"Green?"
Slap! It seemed that someone gently patted him on the shoulder.
When Han Dong opened his eyes, he was falling in the abyss … The abyss was not in Green's body, but in Han Dong's own space of consciousness, the Abyss of Truth.
Boom!
When he fell to the bottom, it was already filled with gray fog.
Peeling off the thick fog and approaching the stone tablet in the center, what reflected in his eyes was the prototype of a throne …
As Han Dong had not arrived, the stone tablet continued to be carved.
The basic outline of the throne had been formed.
Behind the back of the chair was the newly formed "mythical drawing".
Han Dong did not run to the back of the stone throne to see the final shape of the drawing, but went straight to the front and instinctively sat on it.
In an instant,
A magnificent and profound mythical drawing was reflected in his mind.
The various characteristics in his body began to merge, and a new mythical territory had been mastered by Han Dong.
Whether it was his consciousness, soul, or body, they had all reached a new height.
The Abyss of Truth in front of him became clearer, and the words of truth carved on the wall became clearer.
Sitting on the stone throne, Han Dong felt that he could touch the truth with a gentle stretch of his hand, and that he could limit and change the rules that already existed in reality.
When he opened his palm, a cross-shaped crack appeared in his palm.
The demonic sword drilled out of his palm and hung 'obediently' above his palm. The substance flowing on the surface of the sword became easier to understand, and the connection between the two became stronger.
"Finally … a mythical body? It's not easy. "
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