Infinite Throne

   Chapter 1070 The result was doomed before the start...

  The golden knight sword and the gray giant sword couldn't touch completely at the moment of collision.

   There is a distance of several centimeters between the swords.

  The space inside is distorted, and after making a crisp sound, the inside is like a gorgeous broken mirror.

  In the narrow gap, there seems to be an infinite universe hidden.

   Time seems to stand still.

  Boom!

   After standing still for a second, the golden knight's sword was bounced off by the huge force of the rebound.

  Million took the opportunity to hug Yilin, and Gululu rolled out a dozen meters away.

   During the rolling process, Milian used the armor on her body to take on the slight damage caused by the rolling like a conditioned reflex.

  Because in her mind, the body that cooks rice is weak.

  Connor was shocked and took a few steps back because of Milian's sword.

  Million held back the pain and took off Irin's mask mercilessly.

   "It's really you!"

  Million's tone was both happy and sad.

   The reason she was happy was that she was able to meet the cook here again.

   Sadness because, being able to meet again here means...he died.

  Millien took it for granted that at the end of the "Age of Gods", she and Irin used their own power to blast the Holy Grail at the same time.

   If he didn't survive, wouldn't he have died in vain?

  Million's thin eyebrows were twisted together, and she was speechless with a sullen face.

   "You... heh."

  The moment Irin saw Milian, she just said the word "you", and she was relieved of course.

   This is the final undead war where the elites of the four districts gather.

  Million, as the king of knights in the Tower of War server, should appear here.

"sorry."

  Irin said something.

   He is apologizing for what happened in the Age of Gods.

  Millien got up from Irin's body with a blank face, ignoring the dirt on her body, and pointed at Connor with the knight's sword in her hand.

   She didn't seem to hear what Iren said.

   But whether it is Yilin or Milian, they have a clear mind.

   She heard it.

   But she ignored it.

   at this time.

   dong dong dong.

  Heavy footsteps approached from the depths of the forest.

  Oda Mai chased Milian and chopped down nine floors.

  I don't know why, Milian seemed to know her very well, and she always refused to take serious shots.

   Such a move, on the contrary, aroused Oda Mai's strong desire to win and lose, and she had to kill Milian, so she and Milian were married.

   She chased Milian all the way to the ninth floor of Babylon, and just happened to see Mirian get up from Yilin.

   was inexplicably uncomfortable.

  Oda Mai doesn't know why.

   She clenched the knife in her hand.

Huh?

   It's been a long time since we met again, and Irin didn't have time to be happy.

   He noticed one thing.

   "Why is your dumb hair still there?"

  Irin asked.

   The hair of the Q bullet on Milian's forehead slowly curled up like a question mark, but she didn't answer directly.

  Oda Mai also arrived at the scene.

   She clenched the knife tightly and did not let go.

   "So, you know her?"

  Oda Mai asked with a sullen face, staring into Irin's eyes.

  Irin's face froze, but he smiled and spread his hands, calmly changing the subject: "I don't think now is the time to talk about this issue."

  …

"Oh?"

  Connor glanced at Milian first, then at Mai Oda.

   eyes lit up.

   Obviously, Milian and Oda Mai, aroused his interest.

   Don't get me wrong, Conor D. Solomon is a pure swordsman.

   His persistence is only with the great sword in his hand.

   The only thing that can arouse his interest is the collision between the sword and the sword, the swirling blood and flesh, and the mourning of the opponent dying under his sword, that's all.

   In Connor's view, Oda Mai and Milian are obviously much more interesting than Irin.

The battle between    and the mental side is too boring.

   "Why not, let's go together."

Connor's great sword slanted on the ground, and the other hand ticked towards Oda Mai and Milian respectively: "Time is running out, I hope you can stay for me, Conor D. Solomon, before you die. An unforgettable time.”

"Humph."

"Humph."

  Oda Mai and Milian snorted coldly and killed Connor at the same time.

actually,

   Whether it is Oda Mai or Milian, both of them have their own pride.

   If they were alive, they would definitely disdain joining forces to deal with the same person.

  Oda Mai has the pride of a swordsman, and Milian also has the pride of a knight king.

only,

  In this long undead career, the brutal battles between life and death have gradually smoothed their pride.

   At this moment, they are just "undead" who kill each other in order to survive.

  Million and Oda Mai shot at the same time.

  Boom!

  The ground seemed to be bombarded by missiles, ploughing out deep ravines.

  The ground was shaking, and in the blink of an eye, the melee of the three of them hit hundreds of meters away from here, and it was difficult for others to see the movements of the three fighting, only three shadows were seen dancing in the forest.

   After Connor stopped Yilin,

  The black and thin old man, who had been watching with cold eyes, and Gu Tianqing finally made the next move.

   Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Rin with a smile, but there was no brilliance in his eyes.

   The tall and thin old man smiled slightly, put his hands together, his neck snapped and twisted.

"I propose, don't make any extras." Before the black and thin old man was ready to make a move, Gu Tianqing suddenly smiled at the black and thin old man: "The instructions given to us by the 'above' are to ensure our quota and the 'result' of the bet, that's all. ."

   The black and thin old man's complexion changed slightly, and he fell into contemplation.

Gu Tianqing took out a tarot card, glanced at it from an angle that only he could see, and said with a smile, "I think, you don't want to be hated by the 'gods', you know, what we are doing now, also It's not a glorious thing."

   "Call."

The black and thin old man took a long breath, and his changed face returned to calm again, only to see him laughing dryly and staring at Gu Tianqing coldly: "Boy, don't think that this old man doesn't know what you are thinking, if you want to show you It is too superficial to be able to get more 'benefits' from your 'that lord'."

"Yeah~" Gu Tianqing made an expression of "a little embarrassed after being punctured by careful thinking", and patted the black and thin old man on the shoulder: "At least, we are not in a hostile relationship now, are we?" Gu Tianqing finished speaking, blinked.

   The black and thin old man accepted this statement.

  Tianqing Gu is right.

   They are "candidate knights" and know more than the average undead.

   To the despair of the black and thin old man, the ending of this seemingly cruel game was doomed from the very beginning.

   From the very beginning, the choice of "Knight" has been doomed, and no one can change it.

   He is very fortunate to have been selected.

  Becoming an agent sounds a bit embarrassing, but it doesn't seem to be a bad thing when you think about it carefully.

  The gods destroy the world with a snap of their fingers, not to mention the "those" who are above the gods who control this vast gambling game.

The more    he knew, the more he could feel his insignificance. In front of the "upper" power, he was humbler than an ant, craving for charity while struggling.

  Ignorance is happiness.

  The undead have "hope" in their hearts because of their "ignorance", but they don't know the gods above them. Just like when some humans tease ants, they don't like to be trampled to death, sometimes flooded, sometimes burned, and it is quite fun to overlook the ants struggling in front of various "difficulties".

   The skinny black man stepped into the altar.

   A green beam of light drowned him.

  In an instant,

   The "dome" above the head, the tenth floor of the land, became transparent and clear.

  Hazy shadows, like the excited audience in the Colosseum, and like the gentlemen wearing "sarcastic masks" at the masquerade, just about to move in the vast sky.

   At the moment when the tall and thin old man stepped in,

   in the starry sky,

   A green beam of light penetrated him.

The   thick green seat is like a mysterious celestial body above all things. The light and shadow on the seat are gorgeous, and the twisted evil charm is like reality. Behind the black and thin old man, it is looming.

   "However, that doesn't stop me from adding a little fun to the end of the dance."

  Gu Tianqing pondered the tarot card he had drawn before stepping into the altar and officially turned into a "Death Knight", and Gu Tianqing shook the tarot card with a smile.

   Jet-black light hit Irin.

  Irin knew very well that Gu Tianqing had become an "enemy". With a flick of his wrist, the shadow blade was activated and turned into a shadow to escape.

   But the light turned from cards, the speed surpassed the limit of space, a teleportation, pasted to Irin.

   "Thinking Body!"

   The light as bright as the stars gathered behind Irin into a giant of light.

  Irin's body is hidden in the mind body.

   The dark light melted into the mind body.

  Irin's expression changed.

   But he didn't notice anything strange.

   At this time, Gu Tianqing raised his feet and walked towards the altar.

   The giant of mind body with a height of 100 meters, punched Gu Tianqing with a punch.

   At the same time as the mind body shot, circles of dark light swayed from Yi Rin's body.

   Calamity Power!

   "Let the world feel pain from now on!"

   The power of disaster that swayed towards Gu Tianqing was blocked by the dark light floating on him.

  Gu Tianqing turned his head indifferently. At this moment, the smile on his face was gone. His eyes, pitch black as ink, without the whites of the eyes, were so strange that after looking back at this one, he would turn into another kind of creature. No feelings, no emotions, no joys and sorrows.

   He is like a puppet without a will.

   "It's useless, it's sad that no matter how hard you and I struggle, the 'result' is doomed before the 'start'."

   Gu Tianqing smiled.

   A card is shaken out.

  【The Hanged Man】.

  Irin's vision turned upside down.

   It wasn't just Irin who was upside down. On this land, Connor, Oda Mai, and Milian, who were fighting fiercely, were upside down in an instant, their heads turned to the sky, their feet turned to the ground, and they fell down.

What   reverses is not what everyone sees.

   This is not an illusion either.

   is the world, turned upside down!

   Under the power of Gu Tianqing!

  Gu Tianqing sighed: "This is not the way you should go, so farewell, my president."

   Having said that, he also stepped into the altar.

  Tianqing Gu's figure appeared in the sky.

   represents the shadows of the "gods", which are completely boiling.

  Do the gods also have joy and sorrow?

some.

  They made a big bet in this bet.

   At the moment when the results are produced, they have corresponding joys and sorrows due to the "results".

  Under the starry sky, there are thunderous thunders, which are deafening.

   The red thunder pierces the long night.

   Pieces of the sky were broken, filled with the wrath of the gods.

  The shadow of death completely drowned Gu Tianqing.

  He... became the agent of "death".

   As his last words left,

   For each tower, only one knight can be born.

  The moment Gu Tianqing stepped into the altar and became a "Death Knight", it meant that Irin's road to the tenth floor was completely cut off.

Yes,

What   Tianqing Gu is about to usher in may not be a bright future.

   Maybe he will lead to a more desperate road.

   But at the moment when Gu Tianqing officially became a "Death Knight", Irin cut off... the future!

   "It's so noisy..."

  A blond young man stepped on the ripples like a halo of water under his feet, entering the field of vision of all the undead from far to near.

   He has slightly curly blond hair, as if washed and rejoice, exuding a beautiful brilliance. His eyes were green and flawless, like two rare emeralds.

The young man was wearing a robe with gold edging on the sleeves and a pair of ordinary black-framed eyes on the bridge of his nose. He waved at Yi Rin friendly: "My friend from the East, I'm sorry, I'm late. Can you let me go over there? ?"

   He pointed to the altar behind Irin.

   "I think, you have lost the qualification to compete for the 'candidate'. Sorry, out of the politeness of the scholar, I should introduce myself before talking to you."

  The young man was polite and made a ceremonial gesture that made Irin's scalp tingle a little—a gesture he was all too familiar with.

   The green eyes of the youth exude a radiance like jewels, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

   "My name is Bathemello Dylan, from the Clock Tower, an ordinary magician... monarch."

   (end of this chapter)