Apocalyptic Forecast

Suddenly, Huai Shi didn't have time to react, but instinctively looked around, looking for her own equipment.

But there is nothing here.

There is only one rice bowl. I haven't finished eating yet. I don't know if it can be used after being on the battlefield...

"Are you sure?" Huai Shi asked suspiciously.

"keep the change."

008 replied: "None of those things are needed. All you can rely on is yourself."

"Always tell me what's going on, right?"

Huai Shi followed him, walking through the complicated corridors, puzzled: "There should be a limit to secrecy."

"We need you to be prepared to ensure that your mental state is stable and able to give full play at any time."

008 said without looking back: "You will be a gladiator and throw into a war, Mr. Huai Shi.

You are a chess piece and a tool. You have to defeat your enemies and win. Everyone who comes here wants it. You have to keep watch and help each other against hell. "

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

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

makes people happy.

"I'm too familiar with this."

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

"It's everywhere, everywhere. You can kill until you can't kill it. As for the decapitation or other things, you are free to play. All the questions later will be answered in the perfused memory."

Before the slowly opened gate, 008's footsteps stopped, and pointed to the complicated instrument that spread out like a life-sustaining capsule inside: "Please, Mr. Huaishi."

Under the gloomy light, there was a chilling breath.

The premonition of death seems to begin to creep up.

But soon disappeared again.

Huai Shi scratched his head.

Stride in.

The hatch closed, and darkness struck.

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In front of another life-saving cabin, Ms. Chen was smoking a cigarette and squinting at 091 beside her: "Soul Retrieval Chamber? You know you guys don't suffocate a good fart."

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

"What are you waiting for?"

Ms. Chen stepped on the cigarette, sighed and walked in, closing her eyes: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Snapped.

A crisp voice sounded.

Data extraction, start.

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In the same closed room, the burly old man still squatted beside the extraction bin.

"Don't be afraid, everyone has the first time, it is inevitable to be nervous. Grandpa, I am here, and I will be done as soon as I close my eyes. Let's play normally and don't have psychological pressure. That safety first, second in the game, don't always keep your head down. Go forward..."

"Almost there, do your job." Liz rolled her eyes and waited for him under the entanglement of heavy cables. "Am I a kid in the kindergarten?"

Trier was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help scratching the wrinkles on his face, "In front of me, who isn't?"

Liz was silent, speechless.

So 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 triumphantly.

The hatch is closed.

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In the dimness, I saw the light of the shadowless lamp, and the silhouettes of a few people in a hurry.

"Mr. Shangquan is about to die." Someone shouted: "The Stagnation Zone can no longer block the soul. We must..."

"Then there is no need to block it."

An indifferent electronic voice said: "Perform soul extraction and transfer, inject five units of external poison, and after repair surgery, transfer to the essence pool, as long as he keeps his breath."

After a short pause, a cold mask covered the face of the subject, and the last thing I heard was the cold words without ups and downs.

It seems that it is entrusted with a trace of hope.

"The time you want has come, Mr. Shangquan." He said, "I wish you... a prosperous Wuyun."

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

Surrounded by cables, the cold liquid source material is poured into it, extracting, transforming, and preserving the soul. From the shadow of the sea of ​​silver, flashes of light flow like stars in the shadow of the dark survival courtyard.

Flew to hell.

Fought in the war of his own.

And at this moment, in the palace of the Thunder Sea, the sound of cracking and shattering came.

The earth collapsed, the stone slab was broken and evaporated, and under the will of the monarch, huge fragments slowly manifested here, projecting a huge and dead world from the midair.

It's as if the present state of death.

Devastated.

The fragments of the old Gaia still retain their fallen appearance. Since they were killed by their sons, they have fallen into a stagnant time. Only a large number of disasters and miracles surging in it, fluctuating.

This is the battlefield of struggle.

Chessboard for game.

At the same time, it's the last bet...

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

The chess player from the real world arrives.

In addition to Isaac, who stood calmly behind Marcus after entering the stadium, there were nine other candidates from different parts of the world.

A slightly bloated old nun with a rose rosary in her hand; a turban full of gemstones and a slender white beard Tianzhu man; a middle-aged man in a spotless white dress and sunglasses that looks like a gambler, and even In the middle, the humble creator Nakajima.

And, at the very end, the Dongxia Sublimator who looked around and tried to take a selfie with his mobile phone...

--White Pond!

"Five are selected, and five are reserved."

Marcus said, "Our players are here, Maharaja, where are your players?"

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

"Enough to watch the excitement?" He said: "Come out a few, so that I don't have to be sour that I will act for the power of the abyss..."

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

The Withered King laughed nonchalantly, pointed his finger to the front, and instructed the subordinates beside him: "White Snake, since I was invited in a fake manner, you will go up and play chess for me."

The old jester bent over: "It will not let your Majesty's order be fulfilled."

"It doesn't matter if you lose." The Withered King waved his hand casually. "You don't have to be pressured. You just go all out. It's just a game of gambling. It's right to be happy with your body and mind.

As long as it is not sticky, gritty, and unpleasant, I will be satisfied whether it is a fiasco or a big victory. "

"Yes." White Snake led his orders with a wry smile, and turned to the chessboard. I also heard the command of the king behind me who I was loyal to: "Hey, whoever, bring some real fries and shrimp chips, just to entertain me."

At this time, do you have to serve yourself with your subordinates...

The white snake's footsteps paused slightly, and the pressure was great.

"Tiancheng, you go." The fluteman's messenger glanced at the followers beside him, "I hope you understand."

"Yes."

The pale, rickety jester stepped forward with a cane.

"I would have asked that fellow Edward to take care of this errand."

With a long sigh, Mathers got up from the chair, walked to the other end of Gaia's fragment, and saluted the old man in the wheelchair with his breasts: "This time, I have to help you guide again."

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

The betrayer of Golden Dawn didn't seem to care either, smiling, washing the pile of cards that appeared in his hands, looking forward to it.

The ruler beloved by the rancher, Archangel Justice, walked out of the door of the most blessed land and accepted the order from the chief priest.

The Gloom Eye sent a child, and a half-pale body emerged from the wriggling mud, holding the card in his hand, and showing no expression on his mutilated face.

And in the end, under the seat of the Maharaja, a thin figure in a gray coat walked out, with a bronze skin, scars and tattoos all over, and his appearance was even better than the Maharaja’s handsomeness, indistinguishable between men and women. He was blind and lacklustre, and there was a disturbing haze lingering in the void.

The ruler from the Sea of ​​Thunder, the blessed darling of Declining Moon and Cangchao, the youngest son of the Maharaja.

Man Tong.

In this way, when the chess players from **** gradually took their place, the prince above the throne asked again: "Are you ready, Marcus?"

"You can start anytime."

The old man in the wheelchair answered.

"Then, let's start here. If there are any tricks and tactics, or even any cheating methods that are not discovered, you can do whatever you want, but don't forget, Marcus, you are also one of the bets."

The maharaja announced in a cold voice: "You are standing on the balance, but our betting is settled in real time, do you understand?"

"nature."

Marcus nodded, smiling still.

From the moment the game begins, the situation in the field will determine the increase, decrease, and presence of both parties' bets.

If the situation of the Astronomical Society is good, then the fragments of Gaia will gradually transform into the present situation. But if it's not good, the current defense line, including the thirty-fold depth, will gradually disappear without a trace...

At the same time, also with Marcus.

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

Rise or fall, can't help it anymore.

Rather, he was tortured and hovered between sublimation and solidification following the duel of the chess players.

"Now, decide the first move, everyone."

Marcus raised his eyes.

Two of the chess players of Xianjing and Hell took a step forward together.

The man from Tianzhu and the white snake under the withered throne.

Standing in front of the dice table, the two looked at each other expressionlessly. But the white snake didn't appreciate it, and coldly reached out and picked up the dice, and threw it.

Six o'clock.

Full value!

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

Six o'clock!

The same is full value!

Both sides are equal and can only be dice again.

Behind Marcus, Isaac frowned slightly, his hands in his sleeves suddenly clenched. The dice thrown by the white snake had a strange rotation in the dice plate, and then paused.

Five o'clock.

"It seems I was lucky." The Tianzhu man smiled, reached out and picked up the dice, and then toss it.

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

Similarly, it's five o'clock...

Tianzhu's chess player was stunned, and the two looked at each other, their eyes also becoming meaningful.

And when the white snake was thrown again this time, the result of the dice became three points.

average value.

In the long silence, the Tianzhu man stretched out his hand, held up the dice in the plate, clenched tightly, and threw it down.

The dice seemed to be crazy, bouncing wildly on the plate, shouting like screams, and spinning fast.

Isaac's fingers flicked in the sleeve, but the dice didn't respond at all, still in the frantic whirlpool, in the solemn gaze of the white snake.

Gradually slowly.

But the points above the six sides are fluctuating, trembling and flickering violently.

In the end, there are cracks and cracks.

In the end it was frozen at four o'clock!

"It seems that I won."

The Tianzhu man showed a helpless smile, raised his hand and scratched his loose eye bags.

Wrinkles and age spots are already on the well-maintained palm.

The stale breath quickly disappeared.

"Fortunately not insulting my life."

He nodded to Marcus, and after a glance at Isaac, he returned to his place with a smile.

This is the decision one after another!

Can't see the blood hidden in the dark.

Only Isaac kept his hands behind his back and hid the gap in his palm.

"Sakuni's dice."

In the central decision-making room of the Administration Bureau, Xuanniao sighed pityingly, and then asked, "Is such a sacrifice a bit too big?"

That was the miracle engraving brewed in the epic war recorded in "Running Bharata", in the **** battle between the Bandu and Julu tribes, and the struggle between the five sons of the strong fight and the hundred sons of the country.

The reappearance of once history.

The clever tongue Shaguni seduced the leader of Jianzhan’s five sons, Jianzhan, to gamble with him. Using the dice made from the bones of his own father, he successively won Jianzhan’s property, status, wife and brothers. The man who maintains the law blessed by the gods rushed into the dust, forcing the opponent to go far away.

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

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

The karma born as an enemy of the gods, the backlash caused by rashly changing his fate...every point he gains will be lost thousands of times in the future.

The same is true for those who use this miracle engraving.

The greater the gains, the more amazing the changes, the more terrifying the debts and karma borne by one's own destiny in the future.

And the price of gaining firsthand in the gambling of the abyss is enough to make him, his family and even his children and grandchildren unable to repay for generations...

Eternity sinks in pain.

"Anidru's sacrifice is his dedication to the present situation. As a brother, I have no right to interfere."

The leader of Tianzhu's lineage maintenance, Sandhu calmly replied: "It's just a matter of course, don't need to be empathetic, My Excellency Xuanniao."

"It's just a pity." Xuanniao sighed softly, "If it doesn't interfere, the white wolf hook can be borrowed temporarily."

"No, there are ways to maintain the pedigree."

Sandhu was smoking a cigarette quietly, his green eyes were calm and expressionless.

Or, the tears have already been shed.

And the game has already begun.

There are constantly stars falling into the chessboard of the old Gaia following the will of the chess player.

In Isaac's hand, the stack of six cards that had just been drawn didn't even look at it, and it shook slightly. After a moment of flashing, it seemed to be different, and then flickered again.

Under the hem of the robe, the face of the card kept changing, until finally, it returned to peace.

He turned out a post without looking, and threw it into the chessboard.

After occupying the labyrinth area at the back of the middle area of ​​the chessboard, he took advantage of the cost of the outpost card and threw in a sublimator——[Middle Night Storm·Chen].

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

pass.

In the first round, regardless of the sequence of hands, the two sides did nothing except play cards and throw a few low-cost creatures.

The most urgent thing is to occupy the miracle source point and important terrain marked on the chessboard, not in a hurry to fight. But when the second round came, Isaac's faint gaze fell on the white-shrouded city that was occupied by the opposite side.

The white snake's heart suddenly contracted for a moment.

alert.

But I don't understand where this harbinger of uneasiness comes from.

Until in the atmosphere that was so suppressed that people couldn't breathe, Isaac flipped his wrist and launched a card toward the city occupied by the white snake.

[Prince of Paradise·Huaishi]!

"What the hell!"

The white snake's eyes began to furious, and he was furious: "The cost and resources from you! Besides, there is no land card for you here!"

"No, I have."

Isaac answered calmly, pushing another card into the projection of the battlefield, floating in front of the white snake.

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

The classic spell of the ideal country card group.

——[From the Abyss]!

That is a unique tactic developed under the super-comparison between the heavenly genealogy and the abyss ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, in short: designate a production unit in the **** field, forcibly requisition it, and become your own Land card. After use, it will be destroyed immediately.

Your land is very good, but now it is mine!

And I won’t leave it to you later!

"Oh, it's interesting."

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

At that instant, in the city occupied by the white snake, there was a roar and collapse.

The gates of **** quickly fell apart, and replaced by a sentry post rising from the ground. The light rose to attract the meteors from the real world.

come down!

The waves spread, and the earth bursts with a roar wherever it passes.

And in the rising light, with the shooting stars, a brand-new body is quickly cast from the light, the spine, internal organs, limbs, head, and even hair and clothes.

Rebirth from the darkness at the fingertips.

After completing his mission, the simple outpost burst and disappear without a trace.

At that moment, Huai Shi finally opened his eyes after a long wait.

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

Desolate storms and snow rushed toward the face.

In front of me, there are ruins frozen in the ice, and broken cities drowned by blizzards and cold winds. Dozens of pillars of wind and frost hang down above the collapsed overpass.

The sound of whimpering was blown by the strong wind.

With Huai Shi's breathing, precious heat turned into a white mist and rose to the sky.

This is the world that is already dead.

Old Gaia!

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