Welcome Back To the World Game

Against the background of the vast sea of ​​stars, black and white grids are interlaced.

There seemed to be countless stars flickering around, and then gradually dissipated into silence.

The kings of the red and blue sides are obsessed with the sword of the emperor, which symbolizes the supreme command. They use the beliefs and lives of the people around them as chess, and start a deadly confrontation in the eyes of hundreds of millions of beings.

The world chessboard, the world stage.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of human beings, the eyes of the young man and the boy in red and blue imperial robes met in the air for a moment.

The clone held the sword, and the armor on its body made a metal collision sound, and it started to move towards the enemy area for a distance.

Facing Su Ming'an's eyes, Aini's eyes gradually became serious.

——He seemed, outrageously, to have misestimated the opponent's combat effectiveness.

It's still the kind of big deviation.

"Tower." Aini ordered: "Directly attack the enemy king."

[Tower] The chess piece, the only existence that can attack the opponent on the spot, without any movement.

Aini also understood the limitations of the rules - as long as you kill the opponent's king, you can win.

In other words, he doesn't need to care about this clone with outrageous combat power.

A blue light flashed on the tower Selt, and then a staff appeared in his hand.

A azure blue halo gathered at the tip of the staff, and Seirt stretched out his hand, the halo instantly flourished, and the blue flash flew out a splendid light in the air.

Su Mingan watched the light and jumped in front of him.

[——HP-120! (Spell Resistance!)]

With a spirit of 16 points, the damage of this blow is not as high as expected.

However, Aini's eyes lit up. He saw the reduction of the king's blood bar on the opposite side. Su Ming'an did not add any physical points. His real blood volume may be around 500. Five rounds to win.

Aini seemed to see the dawn of victory.

"Guards, move forward." Su Ming'an continued to issue the same order. The guards' marching distance was short, and there was still a certain distance from the opponent, so they could not attack directly.

"—Tower, attack the enemy king!" Aini raised his arms.

A shining blue halo flashed by.

[——HP-120! (Spell Resistance!)]

There are 260 HP remaining.

"Guard, move forward." Su Ming'an still gave the order, as if he couldn't see his dangerous blood volume.

The clone took a step, crossed the boundary, and entered the enemy's land.

"Tower, attack the enemy king!" Aini still saw victory waving to him.

Selter's hand lit up with blue light, and then fell on Su Ming'an again without resistance.

This time, the blue light that flew out was extraordinarily lustrous, and the long tail dragged out was like a meteor, and it was a critical strike at first glance.

Blood spilled from the corner of Su Ming'an's lips.

[——HP-130! (Spell resistance! Crit!)]

The chance of a critical hit is not high, but once it hits, there will be an extra damage effect. Fortunately, this hit is a critical hit.

Su Ming'an's health was only 130 points.

As long as the opponent attacks again, once again a critical attack, they can win with one blow.

The digitized blood volume allows Su Mingan to know how much he is injured now. The magic attack is not as explicit as the physical attack, so that the body will not be full of blood, but he seems to hear every bone and every blood vessel of his own. Screaming, just need It will collapse completely in one go.

His live broadcast room is already in chaos, there are supporters and fans of Aini's team come to scold the streets:

[Brother Ming An, come on! ! Whatever the outcome, we have your back! 】

[The HP is only 130, it seems that it can only block one or two times, and there is a whole team of people on the opposite side...]

[There is no hope, it's cold. 】

[What a strong challenger I think I am, I am just a grandstanding clown. 】

[It's funny, is this also worthy of being the opponent of His Highness Aini? 】

[You are enough! The problem of the matching mechanism, why are you holding on to people! 】

[It's not because this Su Mingan is acting like a cow, but now? hehe. 】

[I want to see how this kind of person can make a comeback. 】

【…】

Su Ming'an looked away from his dangerous blood bar, and then the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Guards." He looked at the clone that was already approaching the enemy bishop, and issued an order: "Go forward."

The guards moved forward again, and finally came to the front of the enemy chess piece, only waiting for the next round of attack.

Lan Fang, Hubert, who was wearing a sacred robe, raised his head and saw Su Ming'an's clone, who was close to him, just standing in front of him.

This round, the opponent is already so close.

In the next round, Su Mingan's command to attack will cause the clone to cut off his head.

There was a rare trace of tension on Hubert's normally calm face.

The avatar with the big sword in front of him clearly looked like a student, but at this moment it looked extremely terrifying in front of him.

It seemed that with a flick of the sword in his hand, he could cut off his head neatly, splashing a large amount of blood.

Hubert didn't have a sword, so he couldn't block the opponent's attack. When Su Mingan gave the attack order, he was bound to die.

"Tower, attack..." Aini's lips moved, and then met Su Ming'an's calm gaze.

Su Ming'an's HP is clearly only that low, 130 points, as long as he is hit by a critical strike from the tower, he will truly die.

But... the next blow from the tower, can it really be a critical strike, can it kill him completely?

Once they can't be killed, the other party will order to completely cut off Bishop Hubert's head.

Myself... Is it necessary to risk Hubert's life for this quickness?

Aini's originally excited mood was hesitant.

He was thinking that as long as Hubert retreated and escaped this blow, it seemed that he would have time to let the tower attack.

... Anyway, it was just an attack.

Aini raised his eyelids and met Su Ming'an's quiet gaze.

The king's face was expressionless, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand was hanging by his side. It seemed that he couldn't support the weight, but it was so clear that he seemed to be immersed in this game of life as chess. telling him:

——I'll bet that your next blow won't be a critical strike.

Su Mingan was gambling with his own life, Hubert's life, and Aini's pride.

Aini's mouth made a "tsk" dissatisfaction.

——He avoided that dark gaze.

Then, he frowned, feeling a strange sense of fear surging in his heart.

He experienced that strange feeling that made him feel a little heavy with fear, and waved his hand to give the order: "Bishop - step back!"

The moment he gave the order, he knew that he had lost the bet.

... He didn't dare to gamble Hubert's life against the king's life.

The other party is really crazy. he thinks.

"—Guardians, advance."

Su Ming'an continued to speak calmly. Since the bishop had already retreated, the guards still needed to move forward to reach the attacking distance.

The armor on the clone made a crashing sound, and in the next step, he walked to Queen Julia's side.

"Jolia..." This time Aini made up his mind much faster than before: "Queen - step back!"

Julia took a few steps back, her back soaked in cold sweat.

At the moment when the boy's clone walked in front of her, she seemed to see the **** of death, waving a sickle close to her.

"Guard." Su Ming'an's voice paused, and the next moment, flames burst into his eyes: "...Go forward."

The clone took a step.

The next person to approach is King Lanfang, Aini.

There was a slight flame around Aini's body, and the flame burned into a piece of gauze, which lightly wrapped around him.

He looked at the clone that was close at hand, and saw the sharp sword, which reflected his appearance.

...Now is his turn, Su Ming'an is waiting for his order.

If you let the tower attack, you will face the same situation as before - you are not sure whether you can block the opponent's attack.

The barrage that has been chanting for Su Ming'an has gradually changed:

[I seem to... see a little bit of hope for a turnaround? 】

[Impossible, His Highness Aini can definitely block this blow! ! 】

[His Royal Highness Aini, don't retreat! Give the boy of the Dragon Country a little color to see! 】

[——Su Mingan, come on! ! ! 】

【Ahhhh, if only Brother Lu Shu was here, maybe there is a chance...]

After seeing a little bit of hope, the desire to survive that was pulled out of the quagmire was too obvious.

The audience seemed to see a turnaround.

Aini looked at the sword edge who was close at hand, and frankly, he was not sure to block the blow of Su Ming'an's clone.

But if you let yourself go back...

As soon as Aini thought of this option and saw those people who support him crazily, he felt a sense of explosion on his scalp.

——Why should I retire!

Hans withdrew, Hubert withdrew, Julia withdrew, and he had endured to the extreme. If he retreated in the next step...the other party's avatar would still follow up - do you want to keep repeating the same behavior as the underdog?

Aini was born perfect, like a gift from God, he was born to stand in the light and look down on everything. Pride has long since become a part of his personality and soul, completely flowing in his blood. Even if the performance of the opponent's king has made him dare not despise the opponent, it does not mean that he has to retreat again and again.

... This is a world chessboard, where the eyes of almost a world audience are gathered here. As the battle progressed~www.novelmt.com~ more and more people entered the live broadcast room of Aini and Su Mingan, and there were even forums broadcasting in real time.

Everyone is watching him, and billions of human beings are watching him.

...so similar to his previous scene in Zhai Xing. But the difference is that the eyes and weight gathered here are too heavy and heavy, so heavy that his steps back are slow to the point of sluggishness.

——He is the one who wants to be the number one player!

How could it be possible to step back in front of someone on the preliminaries!

Aini raised his head and met the eyes of the king opposite.

The other party's eyes were no longer calm, and it seemed that the flames of belligerence and madness were also burning. The other party was still gambling—every step ahead of the blade.

The opponent was just betting on the tower without a critical strike, so he pressed his entire life on it, leaving no room for him.

Then... in response to this opponent.

The corners of Aini's lips raised slightly.

The flames on his body seemed to be even more intense. Light and color, mixed together, gradually became the darkest bright color on this chessboard.

"You seem to have found the wrong person to bet against." Aini said from a distance, "I am absolutely, absolutely confident that I will take a blow from your clone. And before that... you will definitely die in The next attack from the tower."

He saw that Su Ming'an's eyes were slightly condensed.

"Then..." Su Mingan looked at him with a smile, pointed at him with a sword from a distance, the sword's edge flashed, and his smile was extremely frenzied:

"...Critical attack, let me see - if God wants you to be my replacement [beacon]."

Aini's eyes instantly turned cold.

He looked at the blue light in Sert's hand in the tower with great expectation, and then issued an instruction:

"—Tower, attack the enemy king!"