Chapter 1109 From the Abyss

Suddenly, Huaishi had no time to react, but instinctively looked around, looking for her equipment.

But there is nothing here.

I only have one rice bowl, and I haven’t finished it yet. I don’t know if it will be usable after going to the battlefield...

"Are you sure?" Huai Shi asked doubtfully.

Keep the change, please.

008 replied: "Those things are useless. The only one you can rely on is yourself."

"You have to tell me what's going on, right?"

Huai Shi followed him, walking through the complicated corridors, full of confusion: "There should be a limit to confidentiality."

"We need you to be prepared and make sure you are mentally stable and ready to perform at your best."

008 said without looking back: "You will join a war as a gladiator, Mr. Huaishi.

You are the pawn and the tool to defeat your enemy and win. Everyone who comes here wants it. You must help each other and fight against hell. "

Behind 008, Huai Shi subconsciously looked up at the top of his head.

It was as if he could see a yellow-orange exclamation mark emerging from his head.

enjoyable.

"I'm very familiar with this."

Huai Shi skillfully skipped the plot and asked directly: "Where is the enemy? How many to kill? How to kill?"

"They are everywhere, everywhere. You can kill them until you can't kill them anymore. As for decapitation or other things, it's up to you. All questions you have later will be answered in the infused memory."

In front of the slowly opening gate, 008 stopped and pointed at the complex instruments inside that unfolded like a life-support capsule: "Please, Mr. Huaishi."

Under the gloomy light, there was a chilling atmosphere.

Premonitions of death seemed to creep in.

But it quickly disappeared again.

Huaishi scratched his head.

stride inside.

The hatch closed and darkness came.

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In front of another life-support cabin, Ms. Chen was smoking a cigarette and glanced sideways at 091 beside her: "Soul extraction cabin? I know you bad guys didn't hold your shit in."

091 was unmoved, and the electronic voice was calm: "I promise, this is one of the necessary steps."

"What are you waiting for?"

Ms. Chen stamped out her cigarette, sighed and walked in, closing her eyes: "Hurry, hurry."

Snapped.

A clear voice sounded.

Data extraction, start.

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In the same closed room, the burly old man was still squatting next to the extraction warehouse and talking quietly.

"Don't be afraid. It's the first time for everyone. It's inevitable to be nervous. Grandpa, I've been here before. Once you close your eyes, everything will be over. Let's perform normally and don't feel any psychological pressure. Safety first, competition second, don't keep your head down all the time. Rush forward..."

"That's almost it, go do your job." Under the entanglement of many cables, Liz rolled her eyes and waited for him: "Am I a kid in kindergarten?"

Trier was stunned for a moment and couldn't help scratching the wrinkles on his face, "Who is not in front of me?"

Liz was silent, speechless.

Then, the old man laughed, stretched out his big hand, and gently touched her hair: "Protect yourself and be careful, Liz."

"I know, so do you." Liz nodded.

"of course."

The old man raised his head proudly.

The hatch is closed.

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In his drowsiness, he saw the bright light of the shadowless lamp and the hurried and embarrassed figures.

"Mr. Ueizumi is about to die." Someone shouted: "The stasis zone can no longer seal the soul, we must..."

"Then there's no need for a lockdown."

A cold electronic voice said: "Extract and transfer the soul, inject five units of external poison, and then perform repair surgery and transfer it to the essence pool. Just keep his breath."

After a brief pause, a cold mask covered the subject's face, and the last thing heard were those cold words without any fluctuation.

It seems that there is a trace of prayer.

"The time has come for you to wish for it, Mr. Kamiizumi," he said. "I wish you... good luck in martial arts."

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Here, there, in the preparation area of ​​the entire partition, in front of thousands of soul extraction cabins, figures one after another walked into it.

Surrounded by numerous cables, the cold liquid source was poured into it to extract, transform, and preserve the soul. Under the projection of the Silver Sea, flashes of light flowed like stars in the dark shadow of the Continuity Court.

Flying to hell.

Entering into a war of his own.

At this moment, in the palace of Thunder Sea, the sounds of cracking and shattering were heard.

The earth collapsed, the stone slabs shattered and evaporated. Under the will of the Great Lord, huge fragments slowly materialized here, projecting a huge and lonely world from mid-air.

It's like the present situation of death.

Devastated everywhere.

The fragments of old Gaia still retain the appearance of the fall. After being killed by the descendants, they have fallen into a stagnant time, with only massive disasters and miracles surging and changing.

This is the battlefield of struggle.

Chess board.

At the same time, it is also the final bet...

After Marcus's wheelchair, countless brilliance fell from the sky. After crossing a long depth, the Hong Bridge passed, and one figure after another walked out of it.

A chess player from the current world arrives.

In addition to Isaac, who stood calmly behind Marcus after entering the venue, there were nine other nominees from all over the world.

A slightly bloated old nun holding a rosary in her hand; a Tianzhu man with a slender white beard and a scarf decorated with gems; a middle-aged man in a spotless white dress and sunglasses who looks like a gambler. In the middle, the humble creator Nakajima.

And, at the very end, the Eastern Xia Sublimator is looking around, holding his phone and trying to take a selfie...

--White Pond!

"Five regulars and five backups."

Marcus said: "Our chess players are all here. Your Majesty, where are your players?"

On the throne, the monarch glanced at the dust at his feet for a long time, then looked to his side.

"Have you seen enough excitement?" He said: "Send out a few, so that no one will criticize me for acting on behalf of the authority of the abyss..."

"Hahaha, in front of my eyes? You're still early."

The King of Blight mocked nonchalantly, pointed to the front, and told his subordinates beside him: "White Snake, since I pretended to invite you, go up and play the chess game on my behalf."

The old jester bent down and said, "I will live up to your majesty's orders."

"It doesn't matter if you lose." The King of Blight waved his hand casually, "You don't have to feel pressure, just go all out, it's just a gamble, and pleasure for the body and mind is the right thing to do.

As long as it's not a sticky, grinding, unpleasant stalemate, I'll be satisfied no matter whether it's a crushing defeat or a big victory. "

"Yes." White Snake smiled bitterly and accepted the order, then turned and walked towards the chessboard. He also heard the order from the king he was loyal to behind him: "Hey, so-and-so, bring me some French fries and shrimp crackers, just for my entertainment."

It's already this time, do you still need your subordinates to prepare food for you...

White Snake's steps paused slightly, feeling a lot of pressure.

"Tiancheng, go ahead." The flute player's messenger glanced at the followers beside him, "I hope you have some understanding."

"yes."

The pale, rickety jester stepped forward, leaning on his cane.

"If I had known earlier, I would have asked that guy Edward to do this job."

Mathers sighed, stood up from the chair, walked to the other end of the Gaia fragments, and saluted the old man in the wheelchair, stroking his chest: "This time, I need your guidance again."

In the wheelchair, Marcus looked at the projection in front of him calmly, indifferently.

The betrayer of the Golden Dawn didn't seem to care. He smiled and shuffled the pile of cards in his hand, full of expectation.

The rancher’s beloved ruler, Archangel Justice, walked out of the door of Elysium and received the order from the officiant.

The Eye of Obscurity sent out a descendant, and in the squirming mud, half a pale body emerged, holding the card in his hand, with no expression on his mutilated face.

And finally, under the Maharaja's seat, a thin figure dressed in gray walked out. His complexion was bronze, covered with scars and tattoos. His appearance was even more handsome than the Maharaja. It was impossible to tell whether he was male or female. It's just that one eye is blind and lifeless, and there is an unsettling haze lingering in the void.

The ruler from the Thunder Sea, the blessed son of Decaying Moon and Blue Tide, the youngest son of the Great Lord.

Man Tong.

Just like that, when the chess players from hell gradually took their places, the king on the throne asked again: "Are you ready, Marcus?"

"You can start anytime."

The old man in the wheelchair answered.

"Then, let's get started. If there are any tricks or strategies, or even any cheating methods that are not discovered by others, you can use them as much as you like, but don't forget, Marcus, you are also one of the bets."

The Maharaja announced coldly: "You yourself stand on the scale, but our bet is settled in real time. Do you understand?"

"nature."

Marcus nodded, still smiling.

From the moment the gambling game begins, the situation in the field will determine the increase or decrease of the bets of both parties.

If the situation of the Astronomical Society is good, then the fragments of Gaia will gradually transform into the present state. But if something goes wrong, the current defense front, including the depth of thirty layers, will gradually disappear without a trace...

At the same time, Marcus was also taken along.

The state of his soul will be controlled by the situation of victory or defeat.

Rising or falling is no longer up to you.

Instead, he was tortured by following the duel between the chess players, wandering between sublimation and solidification.

"Now, let's decide who will fight first, everyone."

Marcus raised his eyes.

Two of the chess players in the present world and hell took a step forward together.

The man from Tianzhu, and the white snake under the Throne of Blight.

Standing in front of the dice table, the two of them looked at each other expressionlessly. First, the Tianzhu man took the initiative to spread his hands in a gentle gesture of humility. But White Snake didn't appreciate it. He coldly reached out and picked up the dice and threw it out.

Six o'clock.

Full value!

The Tianzhu man smiled, picked up the dice and scattered them on the dice plate.

Six o'clock!

Also full value!

If both sides are of equal value, they can only roll again.

Behind Marcus, Isaac frowned slightly and clenched the hands in his sleeves suddenly. The dice thrown by White Snake spun strangely in the dice tray for a week before stopping.

Five o'clock.

"It seems I'm lucky." The Tianzhu man smiled, picked up the dice, and threw it out.

But the dice did not roll. After falling from his hand, it fell straight on the dice plate.

Likewise, it’s also five o’clock…

Tianzhu's chess player froze on the spot, and the two looked at each other, their eyes also becoming meaningful.

And when White Snake tossed again this time, the result of the dice became three points.

average value.

In the long silence, the Tianzhu man stretched out his hand, picked up the dice on the plate, held them tightly, and threw them downwards.

The dice seemed to be going crazy, bouncing wildly on the plate, screaming like a scream, and spinning at a very fast speed.

Isaac's fingers flicked in his sleeve, but the dice showed no reaction at all. It was still spinning wildly, under the solemn gaze of the white snake.

Gradually slowly.

But the points on the six sides were changing, trembling violently, and flickering.

By the end, there were cracks all over, making cracking sounds.

In the end, it settled on four o’clock!

"It seems I won."

The Tianzhu man showed a helpless smile, raised his hand, and scratched the bags under his eyes.

That well-maintained palm is already covered with wrinkles and age spots.

The stale atmosphere quickly dissipated.

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

He nodded to Marcus, glanced at Isaac, and returned to his seat with a smile.

It’s up to you to decide first!

There is no blood hidden in the darkness.

Only Isaac calmly held his hands behind his back, hiding the crack in his palm.

"Shakuni's dice."

In the central decision-making room of the command bureau, Xuanniiao sighed with pity, turned around and asked: "Isn't such a sacrifice a little too huge?"

That was the miraculous imprint brewed in the epic war recorded in the Mahabharata, in the bloody battle between the Pandavas and the Kurus, and in the struggle between the five sons of Jianzhan and the hundred sons of Dhritarashtra.

The reappearance of past history.

The eloquent Shakuni seduces Jianzhan, the leader of the five sons, to make a big bet with him. Through the dice ground out of his biological father's bones, he successively wins Jianzhan's property, status, and even his wife and brothers, and will Those who uphold the law blessed by the gods are thrown into the dust, forcing the other party to leave their hometown far away.

In the end, he died in Krishna's plan because of his proud pair of dice.

And his ending was already doomed the moment he used that pair of dice.

The karma born from being an enemy of the gods, the backlash caused by rashly changing his destiny... Every point he gained will be lost a thousand times a hundred times in the future.

The same goes for those who use this miraculous seal.

The greater the harvest and the more amazing the changes, the more terrifying the debts and karma you will bear in your own destiny in the future.

The price of gaining the upper hand in the gamble of the abyss is enough that he, his family, and even his descendants will not be able to repay it for generations to come...

Eternally wallowing in pain.

"Anidlu's sacrifice is his contribution to the current situation. As an elder brother, I have no right to interfere."

Sandhu, the leader of Tianzhu's lineage maintenance, calmly replied: "It's just a matter of course, don't feel sorry for it, Your Excellency Xuanniao."

"It's just a pity." Xuanniao sighed softly: "If it doesn't hinder me, I can borrow the White Wolf Hook temporarily."

"No, there is a way to maintain a pedigree."

Sandhu smoked quietly, his green eyes full of calm and expressionless.

Or, the tears have already been shed.

And the game has already begun.

Stars continue to follow the chess player's will and fall into the chessboard transformed by old Gaia.

In Isaac's hand, the pile of six cards that had just been drawn shook slightly without even looking through it. After a moment of flickering, it seemed to become different, and then flickered again.

Under the hem of the robe, the cards kept changing until finally, they returned to calm.

Without looking at it, he pulled out a post and put it on the chessboard.

After occupying the labyrinth area at the back of the middle area of ​​the board, he took advantage of the cost brought by the outpost land card and threw in an Ascended One - [Midnight Storm·Chen].

The soul of the ascendant fell from the sky and disappeared into the chessboard.

Pass.

In the first round, no matter who played first or last, neither side did anything except playing land cards and throwing out a few low-cost creatures.

The top priority is to occupy the source of miracles and important terrain marked on the chessboard, and there is no rush to engage in battle. But when the second round came, Isaac's faint eyes fell on the white-shrouded city occupied by the opposite side.

The heart of White Snake suddenly contracted for a moment.

alert.

But I don't understand where this uneasy omen comes from.

Until in that oppressive atmosphere that made people unable to breathe, Isaac flipped his wrist and pushed a card towards the city occupied by the white snake.

[Prince of Paradise·Huaishi]!

"What the hell!"

White Snake's eyes began to twitch, and he was furious: "You got the fees and resources from there! Besides, there are no land cards for you here!"

"No, I do."

Isaac replied calmly, pushing another card to the battlefield's projection, suspended in front of White Snake.

At the beginning of the second round, Isaac's attack had already arrived in front of White Snake.

A classic spell from the Utopia deck.

——[From the Abyss]!

It is a unique tactic developed due to the strong affinity between the heavenly lineage and the abyss. In short: designate a cost-producing unit in the hell field, forcibly requisition it, and turn it into your own land card to place creatures. . After use, destroy it immediately.

Your land is nice, but now it's mine!

And I won’t leave it for you later!

"Oh, it's getting interesting."

The King of Blight paused for a moment while holding the potato chips and smiled.

At that moment, the sound of roaring and collapse was heard in the city occupied by White Snake.

The Gate of Hell quickly fell apart and was replaced by a outpost rising from the ground. The light rose and attracted the meteors coming from the current situation.

come down!

The waves spread, and wherever they passed, the earth burst into roars.

And in the rising fierce light, with the input of meteors, a new body was quickly forged from the fierce light, including the spine, internal organs, limbs, head, and even hair and clothes.

In the blink of an eye, you are reborn from the darkness.

After completing his mission, the simple outpost exploded and disappeared without a trace.

And at that moment, Huaishi finally opened her eyes after a long wait.

In this way, the tool man was thrown under the eyes of the hell chess players by his extremely trusted vice-principal...

The miserable storm and snow are coming.

In front of us are the ruins frozen in the ice, the dilapidated city submerged by the flying snow and cold wind. Dozens of wind and frost pillars hung down from the collapsed overpass.

It made a whimpering sound when blown by the strong wind.

Along with Huaishi's breathing, precious heat turned into curls of white mist and rose into the sky.

This is a world that has long since died.

Old Gaia!

After weighing it all afternoon, considering the continuity of the plot, there won't be a long and cumbersome card fight next.