Underworld.

An unknown place.

There was not a single star in the grey sky, and a light mist covered the view. The light grey mist made it impossible to see the road clearly ten meters away. In the dim light, some phantoms seemed to emerge in the mist, transforming into some vague figures, perhaps a knight in tattered armor, a hideous monster, an emperor sitting on the throne, or an angel with broken wings and fallen.

The space before my eyes spread out like ripples.

Then, a dark and deep void emerged, and the torn space was like a broken mirror, which seemed to contain a terrifying space-time storm, which would crush everything into nothingness if not paid attention. Then, a human figure gradually emerged in the mirror projection, and then a young man with a slightly lazy look walked out. He had nothing in his hands, and walked slowly along the blue-gray stone brick road under his feet, ignoring the virtual images emerging around him.

The sound of waves gradually came from afar.

An inconspicuous small pavilion appeared in front of the young man. It was suspended in a void, out of tune with everything around it, as if it had completely torn the surrounding space apart, wiped out the land and ocean beneath its feet, kneaded them together into the void, and forcibly pieced them together in this piece of heaven and earth.

The endless blood-red ocean flows slowly.

It seemed as if some extremely terrifying power was brewing in it, wanting to erupt, but was suppressed here. It was only the waves that were occasionally stirred up that caused ripples to appear in the space above the sea, spreading like water waves and extending to the end of this plane.

Inside the pavilion, there were two figures that could not be seen clearly at all sitting opposite each other. In the center was a square chessboard with all kinds of chess pieces scattered on it.

They seemed to be playing chess.

But neither side made any move, just quietly watching the changes on the chessboard, the pieces were fighting like living creatures. The whole chessboard was a bit like the ancient Vientiane chess, a game similar to chess, but with more pieces, which was only popular in the ancient and distant Thorium Age. The first great arcanists were very fond of this interesting pastime.

Although the faces are still not clearly visible, the outlines of the two people in the next issue are revealed.

The figure on the left is thin and tall, with a blurred face revealing a hint of murderousness, and his eyes are extremely dark, like an unfathomable whirlpool, containing an endless breath of annihilation. His figure seems to be in the pavilion, and seems to be everywhere. He is just a phantom here, but he completely suppresses this world.

The figure on the right is much easier to distinguish. He is not a projection of a human form, but a tall phantom with dark skin. A small pair of dark red horns extend from his forehead, and a gorgeous red and black robe is projected on his slender body. He is like an elegant nobleman, or a high and mighty god. He holds a three-foot-long ruby ​​scepter and a code with an unclear cover in his palm. His eyes do not turn to the young man who suddenly arrived, but are fixed on the chessboard in front of him.

Vientiane on the chessboard.

A crimson dragon chess piece suddenly rose into the air, emitting a divine aura. It suddenly roared toward the sky and opened its mouth to spit out a hot dragon breath toward the ground.

The terrifying dragon breath swept across the entire battlefield.

Among the chess pieces on the opposite side, a fallen angel chess piece and a scarlet devil chess piece instantly melted like candles.

Two incomplete souls flew out.

The shadow on the right side of the chessboard suddenly spread out his palm, grabbed the two souls, and held them in his palm. An obscure power of law emerged, and the two souls gradually merged into the unknown code.

The dragon's chess piece is still wreaking havoc on the chessboard. It summons a phantom of an abyss dragon, which surges towards the enemy's base like a raging wave.

The chess pieces shattered one after another. They were either ferocious monsters, immortal kings, fallen angels, or cunning devils. From each chess piece that shattered into dust, a shadow of the soul flew out and turned directly into a stream of light and escaped into the black code in the palm of the man on the right.

soon.

The war on the chessboard of All Things ended. The chess pieces on the right were almost wiped out. Although the chess pieces on the left were badly damaged, the raging abyss dragon was still hovering and roaring above the chessboard.

"You lose." A calm male voice sounded.

The thin and tall figure on the left side of the chessboard slowly stood up. As he stood up, a murderous aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood surged out, as if people saw a towering pillar made of countless bones. A throne was projected on the pillar, and on the throne sat a dark figure, looking down at all living things in the world with cold eyes.

"You win." The man on the right also stood up. He turned his head and glanced at the young man not far away, and said in a deep voice: "That chaotic plane belongs to you."

A wisp of crimson flame emerged.

The figure wearing a gorgeous red and black robe gradually disappeared, as if he had never appeared in this world.

"Why are you here?" A thin and tall figure stood up in the pavilion, and with a wave of his hand, the chessboard in front of him disappeared.

A young man not far away came over with a smile, sat cross-legged directly opposite him, and said, "Another fishing enforcement?"

The thin figure did not reply, but just looked up at the other person calmly and said slowly: "What's the matter?"

The young man seemed a little embarrassed. After a pause, he said, "I want to ask you for a favor. Rescue someone." "Who?" A calm voice sounded.

"A space-time monitor." The young man pondered for a moment and said, "He seems to have run into some trouble and has been locked by the void."

The thin figure frowned slightly and said slowly: "You should be able to handle this kind of thing yourself."

"Isn't this a double insurance?" The young man said with a smile, "The Space-Time Central has been looking for him for three thousand years. If something goes wrong, I don't want to wait another three thousand years."

"The hourglass of time is on him."

The thin figure narrowed his eyes slightly, and an invisible pressure made the young man a little nervous. The murderous aura of the man in front of him was too strong. A single word could decide the life and death of billions of lives. Even he felt uncomfortable.

"You just want to be lazy." The thin figure turned around and looked at the endless sea of ​​blood under his feet, and said lightly: "Yes."

The young man heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and stood up with a smile and said, "Then it's absolutely safe."

"Even if there is an accident, it shouldn't be difficult to bring his soul back."

At this point, the young man looked around and then pointedly said, "Why are you still pretending to be nice to Him? With the power you have accumulated now, it should be enough to flatten hell."

"The deepest part of hell is not that simple." The thin figure did not look back, but said calmly: "The bloody battle cannot be stopped."

"Since you are here, please help me do something."

The young man said with a bitter face, "I knew it."

"Go ahead."

"What's up?"

The thin figure flicked his fingers lightly, and a ray of divinity fell into the other party's palm, and then said: "That chaotic plane sealed a group of giants with a hundred arms from the ancient god era."

"The Abyss Dragon alone cannot defeat them."

"Go and help me catch them."

The young man's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he suddenly regretted coming here. He sighed, stood up and said, "Are you really going to break through the boundary?"

"Yeah." The thin figure said calmly.

The young man took a deep breath and said, "What are you going to do?"

The thin figure gradually faded away, as if the phantom projected here gradually dissipated, leaving only a faint sentence.

"Live towards death."

The young man chewed over the other person's words silently, slapped his forehead and said, "What do you mean by living towards death? You have smashed the wall of non-believers, but no one dares to jump out and fart."

The space before his eyes rippled like water waves, and then the torn space formed turbulence, directly locking onto a chaotic place somewhere.

"Just finished attacking Heaven Mountain, and now he wants to attack Hell."

"Boss."

"Can't you just be more content? It's difficult for us, the guardians of time and space!..."

"Give me some face!"

The young man complained, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the turbulent space.

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