A mouthful of blood was spat out on the chessboard.
The black and white colors were instantly overshadowed by the scarlet red. The broken chess pieces that were scattered all over the chessboard now looked like ruins.
"NO!
I WILL NOT LOSE! "
The person controlling the chess piece roared.
Even though the system blurred out his face, the cowardly one could tell the ferocious and frenzied look on the person's face.
The cowardly one stood up without a second thought.
He was ready to leave.
Leaving was the best option for him since he had only lost three disobedient skeletons.
Otherwise …
The cowardly one shrunk his neck when he saw the scarlet chessboard.
He didn't want to lose his life for this.
"Our cooperation ends here."
The Flaming Devil isn't someone I can afford to provoke.
I hope … we can have other collaborations in the future. "
The cowardly one paused for a while before continuing.
But in his heart, the cowardly one never thought there would be another collaboration.
He didn't think the man could survive the Flaming Devil's attack.
After the words were spoken, the cowardly one turned around and left.
The room filled with shadows instantly drowned his figure.
"Collaboration ends?
You never knew that after you entered this castle, you can't end it anymore. "
The person controlling the chess piece didn't care about the blood at the corner of his mouth. He raised his right hand and clenched it hard.
Puk!
Amidst the sound of a watermelon falling to the ground, an agonizing cry was cut off quickly. A pile of bloody flesh floated over and landed on the chessboard.
"Sacrifice!
I want to sacrifice this piece of flesh!
I want to reverse the situation! "
The person's voice echoed in the room filled with shadows. The bloody chessboard immediately shone with a faint light.
The light shone through the bloody flesh.
No!
More precisely, it shrouded the bloody flesh. Under the light's shine, the bloody flesh swiftly vanished as if it was devoured.
When the last bit of bloody flesh vanished from the chessboard, a red chess piece appeared in the person's hand.
"Now!
Let me reverse the situation together! "
As he spoke, he slammed the blood-red chess piece onto the chessboard.
Pak!
The excessive force caused the chess piece to produce a clear clank when it touched the chessboard.
But …
Nothing happened.
The blood-red chess piece stood motionlessly in the center of the chessboard.
"How could this be?"
The person controlling the chess piece stared blankly at the blood-red chess piece as he muttered to himself.
"Why not?"
"Do you really think my boss would step into a castle that appeared out of nowhere without doing anything?"
"Or do you really think that my boss is only here to drink beef soup?"
A mocking voice suddenly rang out.
Then, an arm was placed on the chess player's shoulder, immobilizing him.
"You, you …"
Feeling the force on his arm, the player controlling the chess piece looked at the person who had appeared out of nowhere in shock.
This was a secret place that no one knew about.
Logically speaking, no one should be able to enter.
After all, there wasn't even a door in the conventional sense.
"Me?"
"Of course I walked in."
"Although it's strange, for me, it's really no different from returning home."
Bloody Mary giggled at the player and at the same time, it sized up the shadows around it.
The shadows might seem normal at the moment, but in Bloody Mary's eyes, it saw something hidden in the shadows, stretching its body, ready to bare its fangs and claws at Bloody Mary. It might even growl at Bloody Mary.
Bloody Mary shrugged.
"There will always be someone who thinks he's smart."
After that, the arm that was placed on the player's shoulder was swung.
Puk!
The player controlling the chess piece's head flew up into the air as blood gushed out from his chest.
The head's eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness and rage.
It was only at that moment that the player realized the blood-red chess piece was still in his hand, not on the chessboard.
An illusion!
The player wasn't a newbie, so he quickly reacted to the situation.
But what use would it be?
His life would be gone.
Pak!
The player's head fell to the ground just like that. The restless thing in the shadows instantly quieted down. Bloody Mary didn't even bat an eye at the player's head. It picked up the chess piece in the player's hand and the chessboard before vanishing on the spot.
Its mission wasn't completed yet.
The player that was killed was just a passing move.
The real enemy was still in the deeper parts of the castle.
As for the player controlling the chess piece?
The player thought he had everything under control.
But he was nothing but a chess piece.
A player who had just entered the Advanced Ranks and acquired a special item, becoming arrogant and conceited. In the end, he died because of his own ignorance.
Bloody Mary commented on the player's loyalty in its heart.
At the same time, Alisritter, whose shoulder was pierced by the shadow sword, also gave Bloody Mary a very loyal warning in his heart.
'Don't ever owe anyone a favor from now on!'
Alisritter smiled bitterly when the wound on his shoulder didn't hurt at all.
If there was a wound, there would be pain.
If there was a wound but no pain, there were only two possibilities.
First, the weapon that caused the wound was poisonous.
Second, the one who caused the wound had other thoughts.
Regardless of which, Alisritter thought it was the worst possible outcome.
Just like how his shadow stabbed him with the sword.
When the sword pierced his heart, Alisritter, who had been through countless dangers, finally realized something. He tried his best to dodge the sword, yet his shoulder was still wounded.
Moreover, this kind of damage ignored defense.
His armor, inner armor, and even his forcefield shield were all useless.
He was pierced by his own shadow sword.
It was like he stabbed himself with the sword.
What was worse was that after giving him a strike, his shadow disappeared just like that. Under the natural light, he had no shadow at this moment.
Witch's curse?
Fiend's trick?
Hell suture?
Guesses popped up in Alisritter's heart. He tried to solve the problem at hand with his own methods.
But nothing worked.
Holy water, exorcism silver, peach wood talismans, everything else was useless.
On the contrary, the anxiety in his heart grew stronger.
Leave!
Leave at once!
Otherwise, he would be finished!
The anxiety in his heart urged him to leave.
Even if his shadow was gone, he had to leave at once.
Alisritter obeyed the voice in his heart and started to back off.
However, the moment he moved, the street behind him vanished.
The gate of the inner castle opened after a series of screeches from the capstan.
A dark-skinned man walked out.
The man had no facial features, but his presence was unusually familiar.
Alisritter recognized Kieran the moment he laid eyes on him.
No one was more familiar with the man than he was.
Because the man in black was his shadow!
After the sword pierced Alisritter, his shadow vanished.
The pitch-black shadow paused and seemed to laugh. Then, it raised its hand and pulled out a shadow longsword.
The tip of the sword was pointed at Alisritter.
Alisritter frowned.
It wasn't just because his shadow pointed its sword at him, it was also because the surroundings changed when the shadow pointed its sword at him.
It turned into an ancient colosseum.
The place was spacious with four high platforms.
Bloodthirsty cheers rang out incessantly.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Voice after voice, the cheers were as loud as a tidal wave. Alisritter's shadow moved.
It turned the sword around and stabbed its own left arm.
Puk!
The shadow sword pierced the shadow's left arm.
Then, Alisritter's left arm was cut open, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
It was different from the pain from before.
At that moment, the real pain was transmitted to the deepest part of Swordsmith's brain, causing him to hold his breath.
Then, Alisritter widened his eyes.
At that moment, Alisritter's shadow stabbed his own body more than a dozen times.
Each stab avoided the vital parts.
However, each stab was extremely painful.
Alisritter's painful grunt sounded uncontrollably.
The people on the high platforms heard the painful grunt, their cheers getting louder.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Once again, the bloodthirsty cry rang out.
The shadow without facial features was like a real person, walking around the colosseum. As it walked, it kept stabbing its own body.
Each stab brought excruciating pain to Alisritter.
After the shadow circled the colosseum once, Alisritter was half-kneeling on the ground. There wasn't a single piece of flesh on his body that wasn't injured, no different from a minced meat.
However, Alisritter didn't die.
The path he chose determined his tenacity and strong life force.
It also determined his adaptability.
The shadow pierced his body again, but this time around, Alisritter didn't cry out in pain. Not only did he not cry out in pain, but he stood up again.
"I see."
Alisritter muttered to himself.
As he spoke, he walked to his shadow.
A moment ago, the shadow was still showing off its strength, but now, it was cowering before Alisritter.
Alisritter grinned when he saw the scene.
"You can inflict damage on me, but you don't have the strength to deal lethal damage to me. That's why you chose this method to wear down my willpower.
After all, once I acknowledge that I'm the loser, with the buff from the illusion, you might be able to kill me!
Or … "
"Replace me!"
The last sentence, "Sword Forger," was shouted.
Amidst the roar, Alisritter grabbed his own shadow by the neck and threw him on the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"The bastard hiding inside, come out!"
Kaboom!
The ground trembled.
The shadow shattered.
It appeared under Alisritter's feet again.
Everything around it vanished.
Alisritter appeared in front of the castle's inner city once more.
However, he didn't catch the bastard who injured him.
Tsk Gak, Tsk Gak!
Just as Alisritter took out the healing potion, the gate to the inner city opened again. Almost instinctively, Alisritter hid in the shadows beside the gate.
Groom Groom Groom.
Amidst the clattering of the wooden wheels, a prisoner wagon was pushed out from the inner city.
Alisritter squinted his eyes when he saw the person in the wagon.
Alisritter was Decoman!
Although the system had covered his face, Alisritter couldn't forget his presence.
However, when he saw Decoman in the wagon, Alisritter was a little hesitant.
"Could this be another trap?"
Out of instinct, Alisritter rubbed the brass ring on his finger.
…
After White Jack paid for five bowls of beef soup, Kieran walked out of the restaurant.
"My collaborator is dead!"
White Jack said after he walked out of the restaurant.
"Collaborator?"
Kieran looked at the white skeleton.
"It's the contractor."
But our contract is a little special, there's no order in it, so I call him a collaborator. "
White Jack explained.
Kieran didn't say anything, looking at White Jack quietly.
He believed White Jack's sudden words weren't just for an explanation.
And it was the truth.
Under Kieran's gaze, White Jack continued.
"My collaborator is dead, I can't stay in this city anymore, nor can I return to my original world, so I can only die according to the rules.
"But I don't want to die so quietly."
So, I want to sign a new contract with you.
Of course, it won't be a collaborator contract, but a real follower contract. Your strength is worthy of my loyalty. "
White Jack knelt down on one knee like a Knight, its right hand clenched into a fist and placed on its chest, where its heart was.
"Oh."
Kieran nodded to show that he understood, then he walked around the man and continued forward.
White Jack was stunned.
No doubt the skeleton never thought of this kind of situation.
Getting a follower out of nowhere, how could someone not be moved by such a good thing?
"My lord, I am willing to serve you!"
White Jack repeated.
This time, Kieran didn't even care and walked towards the inner city.
"My lord, be careful, there …"
White Jack was frightened when it saw Kieran's actions.
Although because of the collaboration, it didn't really understand the castle, it still knew some dangerous places.
For example, near the inner city gate.
But right after that, White Jack's voice stopped abruptly.
Gak Tss Tss!
The inner city gate slowly opened, a figure walked out respectfully and saluted Kieran, "Boss."
After the salute, Bloody Mary straightened its back and presented the chessboard and the blood chess piece with both hands, looking at Kieran as if it was trying to flatter him.
Bloody Mary was waiting for Kieran's praise.
Of course, the corner of its eyes was looking at White Jack.
The meaning behind its words couldn't be more obvious.
Ridicule!
Contempt!
If Kieran wasn't in front of it, Bloody Mary would have stomped White Jack under its feet and scolded it loudly. Someone as capable as White Jack, the one who worked hard without complaint was a slave contract, why would a skeleton want a follower contract? Just because you are white?
Pui!
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