An Qingyu walked to the chessboard, lowered his head and stared at the scattered chess pieces, wondering what he was thinking.

"What? Has the soul's injury recovered?"

Lin Qiye's voice came from the house. He pushed open the door and said to An Qingyu who was standing in front of the chessboard.

Lin Qiye certainly did not rest. At his current level, if his soul was not injured like An Qingyu, he would not need sleep to recover. He sat cross-legged in the room only because he had put all his energy into the Seraph clone.

When he heard An Qingyu stand up, he immediately returned some of his consciousness.

He needs to communicate with An Qingyu as much as possible. Only in this way can he get more information.

An Qingyu didn't look up at him, but just stared at the chessboard and said slowly: "You want to imitate my chess moves... Unfortunately, you can only imitate 70% of it."

"Yeah?"

Lin Qiye walked to the chessboard and sat down, waving his hand and putting all the chess pieces into the basket. "You are right. After all, I am not you. No matter how much I imitate you, I can only imitate you in form... It is easier to play against the real you than to play against your imagination."

An Qingyu said calmly, "We have fought many times, haven't we?"

"During the games in Shangjing Courtyard, your thinking was blocked, so of course it can't be considered a real fight... During the game in the hospital, you and I both knew the purpose, so it can't be counted. So, in fact, we didn't really play chess against each other."

An Qingyu glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down opposite Lin Qiye.

"I'm very busy. This chess game may be the last one."

"The last round..."

Lin Qiye moved the chess basket containing the white pieces in front of him and said, "It's the same for me."

"You got the white piece this time?"

"I took the black piece before because I had the first move... Now, it doesn't matter who had the first move." Lin Qiye held a white piece and gently placed it somewhere on the chessboard.

An Qingyu looked at the black chess basket in front of him and nodded slightly, "That's right."

He picked up a black piece and placed it close to Lin Qiye's white piece.

"Do you know what I was thinking about when I was playing chess here alone yesterday?" Lin Qiye said while playing chess.

"What?"

"I was thinking, our two real bodies are actually in this courtyard, and we can see each other every day. We are so close that it's like attending a school summer camp...but we can influence the situation of the entire world through the game of our respective clones.

The world is big, so big that even the Supreme God can only be regarded as a chess piece in it; the world is small, so small that the final victory or defeat can be decided on this small chessboard. "

An Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up at Lin Qiye, and spoke slowly:

"You compare the world to a chessboard, of course that's fine... But if you use the game on the chessboard as the basis for determining victory or defeat, you may never win."

Lin Qiye paused as he was about to make his move.

He frowned and looked into An Qingyu's eyes, and asked in a deep voice:

"You mean... the thing that determines victory or defeat is not on this chessboard?"

"The world is small, and the chessboard is small too... Some things are bigger than them, and much bigger." An Qingyu made a move, ate the trapped white piece, and threw it to the outside of the chessboard. "Chess is a game between pieces, but the game... is just a game."

Lin Qiye was thinking about An Qingyu's words and was about to make another move, but An Qingyu stood up and walked out of the courtyard.

"The game isn't over yet, where are you going?" Lin Qiye asked.

"The chess game outside has not been completed, so the pieces on the chessboard will naturally have no ending..."

An Qingyu returned to the edge of the misty wall and lightly stroked it with his fingertips. The mist immediately dispersed to both sides, leaving a way out. "I will continue to make moves, but not here."

As the black shadow disappeared into the mist, the entire courtyard returned to silence again.

Lin Qiye sat alone beside the chessboard, looking at the black and white endgame in front of him, lost in thought.

…

Fog.

A huge black shadow stepped on the waves and swept across the sea like lightning.

Lina stood on Fenrir's back, staring ahead. The strong wind blew the corners of her clothes flying. She seemed to remember something, took out a mask from her arms and put it on to cover her face.

As the demon wolf Fenrir sped away, the outline of an island emerged from the mist.

This island is not big. If you fly a little higher into the sky, you can see the complete outline of the coastline. In the center of this dead and bare island, an ancient crater stands tall.

Lina rode Fenrir, jumped up from the edge of the coast, flew over the crater, and fell straight down.

Darkness continued to rise around Lina, and after a moment, a white light emerged from the bottom. She and Fenrir ran headfirst into the white light, and when the light faded, they had arrived in the middle of a desert.

Lina simply identified the direction and continued to move forward in a certain direction.

This is a small space independent of the outside world, similar to the divine kingdoms such as Asgard and Takamagahara, but it is much smaller in area.

This desert space was once a lost mythical kingdom in the fog. Later, Si Xiaonan found this place and brought the [Hidden God] to bring the indigenous gods here under his command in a semi-violent and semi-persuasive way. At the same time, this place also became the base camp of the [Hidden God].

Although the area here is not large and the environment is relatively harsh, it is hidden and generally difficult to find, which is in line with the low-key nature of [Hidden God].

Ugh——!

Halfway through the walk, Fenrir under Lina's feet suddenly stopped.

This demon wolf from the underworld kept sniffing the scent in the air. A low roar came from its throat, and it looked as if it was facing a great enemy.

Lina's face changed, and she quickly got off the wolf's back. She patted its legs to signal it to shrink, and then moved toward the center cautiously along the surrounding obstacles...

At this point, even Lina could smell the blood in the air, and her brows were furrowed tighter and tighter. As the ruined palace complex gradually appeared in the distance, broken corpses were scattered all over the place, as if they had been eaten to death by some huge beast!

These corpses were covered with some kind of dark yellow mucus, emitting a strong stench. The entire kingdom of God seemed to have been soaked, bloated and weird.

Fenrir's hair exploded all over his body, and he stared at the mucus covering the corpses and the palace, his eyes as red as blood.

It smells like the gods of Cthulhu.

Lina stared blankly at the familiar corpses scattered all over the ground. In the scorching desert, a cold chill surged into her heart!

[Hidden God], dead.