Chapter 2241

Volume 1: Chapter 1155 Chapter 1142 Destiny chessboard, useless questions and answers (4k)

The sudden space shift caused the prophets on the platform to suddenly scream.

Prophets are not magicians, and divination talents are not magic talents. On this platform, more than half of the prophets are powerless.

Apart from divination, they have no ability to defend against enemies.

Once faced with such an unexpected crisis, the vulnerability is no different from ordinary people.

But after the initial panic, reason quickly came online.

The prophets soon realized that there was no point in screaming and panicking.

At this time, we should work together, unite as one, and unite ourselves with... the tower master of [Star Tower]!

…

At this moment, Edgar Swift, the owner of the [Star Tower], looked at the four "audiences" who were teleported to the chessboard space together, and frowned slightly.

[Star Tower] had already predicted what would happen tonight, but on the surface, they did not deliberately take precautions. They still dealt with it as usual. They just investigated in secret and locked in some suspects.

But those tagged as suspects are essentially "entourages" brought by invitees.

But these four "spectators" were not "entourage" and were not on the list of marked suspects.

They are all prophets who have received the [invitation letter] seriously, but they are just those who are not qualified to speak on stage.

Edgar Swift even knew two of these four "audiences"!

He has a very high opinion of himself.扷五←灁"⒍LU√③咝４⒉ is confident and never believes that those two people would be the ones to do such a thing.

However, with the facts before him, he could only admit that he had misjudged people... No, there might be other reasons!

A glimmer of starlight flashed in Edgar Swift's eyes, and his expression returned to calmness, as if he was completely in control of what was happening at the moment, and none of the unexpected things happened.

The closest person to him at this time was Fit Steinbeck, who had just stolen the chicken. The latter looked embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

Further ahead, there are [Sage of the Star] Glinton Rossetti, [Silver Moon Witch] Medea Bartholomew, [Witch of Norwich Forest] Granny Maggie and others.

Then, there are people like Dak, Eudora, and Gina Grant.

The seats disappeared, everyone stood up, and they subconsciously moved closer to where the tower master was.

Dark didn't stand out, so he followed Eudora and Gina to Professor Medea's side.

But while he was getting closer, his mind was also thinking at high speed.

This special space is located on a chessboard. The chessboard is shaped like a Go board, but the number of vertical and horizontal grids is different.

Their position is just one square on the chessboard.

The four huge chess pieces were attached to the four corners of the grid, forming a four-sided barrier to surround them.

But although the chess pieces are large, they are very small compared to the entire chessboard.

Dak looked around, and the first thing he thought of was the subspace of [Heaven's Gate] - of course, this is also related to the fact that he has been thinking about things related to subspace recently.

The chessboard space gave him a sense of déjà vu in subspace.

Of course the two are not the same.

At least here, he could breathe easily.

In addition, there is an obvious barrier in the [Star Tower]. In theory, internal and external transmission cannot be carried out, and even [Lingxi Technique] cannot penetrate it.

If you believe in the strength of the barrier of [Star Tower], it means that this chessboard space is definitely not outside the tower.

At most, like [Heaven's Gate], it has nothing to do with "inside and outside" and is a different-dimensional teleportation.

The environment of this chessboard space is not a different dimension like "subspace".

From this point of view, it is more likely to be a "built-in space", which is a space built into a prop like the inside of a "storage bag".

This "certain prop" naturally refers to the chessboard under his feet.

And this chessboard might be somewhere in this [Star Tower]!

It is even possible that it is in the [Star Descending Platform]!

With such a degree of "built-in space", as long as the space barrier is destroyed, or simply the chessboard itself is destroyed, one can theoretically escape.

But Dak touched the little Eevee in his arms and still chose to wait and see.

——If daily update&◎group_. :〗±⑧Vulgarity＜,熘∴÷６》③四<≯⒋2 [Star Tower] deliberately used this method to lure out the people behind the scenes, so if he took action without authorization, wouldn’t he have ruined [Star Tower]’s plan?

So at this time, it’s better to be cautious.

…

When the commotion calmed down a bit, the four people standing next to the four chess pieces finally made some move.

Of course, it is impossible for them to bring this group of prophets to this space without a reason.

In fact, their purpose is very strong.

After the four people looked at each other, they suddenly pushed the chess pieces in front of them, and saw light beams suddenly shooting out from the four chess pieces. The four light beams met in the air, and a human-shaped shadow quickly appeared from blur to clear. In front of everyone.

"Good evening gentlemen and girls."

The gentleman wearing a suit, a tall hat, and a cane gave everyone a very standard salute.

The gentleman's clothes were divided in the middle, black on the left and white on the right. The lining of the suit was a black and white plaid shirt, a tie was white on the left and black on the right, and the cane was a black and white spiral.

"Who are you!"

A scream suddenly sounded in the crowd.

Dak glanced over there, and it was an old prophet who looked like Gargamel.

The prophet had squeezed in, very close to the tower master of the [Star Tower], and now he spoke boldly.

The people around her were like this, and they almost immediately became noisy. They didn't look like the mysterious prophet in people's minds at all, but more like the rogues that can be seen everywhere on the street.

But at this time, there was no need for grace.

Edgar Swift and others just looked at them coldly.

The black and white gentleman smiled and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, but you can call me A."

Another prophet asked on the spot: "Mr. A, where is this place? How can we get out? Why did you bring us here?"

Mr. A smiled and answered one by one: "This is the chessboard of fate, a question-and-answer space. Every time you enter a grid, you have to answer a question. Your answer will determine your fate. As for how to leave here, please see."

After speaking, he turned slightly and pointed behind him.

But about thirty grids away from here, an elliptical portal suddenly lit up.

Mr. A smiled and said, "The exit is there. As long as you reach the grid where the [door] is located, you can leave here. But if you answer too many wrong questions, the position of the [door] may change, or even be closed forever."

"You haven't said it yet, why did you bring us here?" The previous prophet asked again.

Mr. A said, "Because my master has doubts and needs someone to solve his doubts."

As soon as he finished speaking, the prophets started to make noise again.

[Fate Chessboard], [Question and Answer Space], both sound familiar, but when you think about it carefully, it seems that you have never heard of the term before.

As for the master mentioned by Mr. A, it is even more inexplicable.

They have never heard of such a person on this continent.

"What fate, question and answer, ridiculous!"

Suddenly, a prophet in his thirties or forties sneered and rushed towards a corner of the grid.

He ignored Mr. A, who was obviously a projection, and his target was clearly pointed at the "audience" guarding one of the chess pieces.

I saw a ray of red light in his sleeves, and a moment later, a red air wave burst out in front of him, swallowing up the "audience" like a tide.

But the "audience" was expressionless and motionless.

I saw a white light suddenly flashing on the border of the grid, which actually blocked all the red air waves, and no energy impact penetrated at all.

Mr. A smiled and watched, and did not stop.

Yue¤〔Fei Qun:○⑻￡、兀㈦游∑鲁№? Seeing that the magic attack was fruitless, he rolled up and rushed forward. Seeing that the magic attack was fruitless, he rolled up and rushed forward.

"..."

Without any sound, the prophet's body directly penetrated the white light curtain, and then passed through the chess piece and the body of the "audience", and landed in another adjacent grid with a trance.

Then the next second, a burst of white light lit up on the grid where the others were originally located.

Then everyone was teleported to the new grid.

The four chess pieces still followed, and Mr. A also floated in the air.

If it weren't for the prophet who crashed into it at the beginning, the others wouldn't even feel the change of the grid.

At this time, knocking on the border again, it was found that it was impossible to pass through.

Mr. A said in a flat tone: "Every time you enter a grid, you have 300 seconds to answer. If you fail to answer within 300 seconds, it is assumed that you give up and will be punished."

All around, the grid border suddenly lit up with a light curtain, and a countdown of 300 seconds suddenly appeared on the light curtain.

Then, the first question appeared below the countdown.

Some people subconsciously looked at the question on the screen, but more people looked at Edgar Swift.

The tower master of the [Star Tower], who was watched by everyone, finally spoke, but suddenly smiled: "Interesting, why not answer it first."

[Star Sage] Glynton Rossetti then sneered: "The world's most advanced prophets are gathered here, what questions can be difficult for us?"

If we talk about "knowledge", then almost all the prophets present are still "conceited", and many people have similar expressions on their faces like him.

It's just answering questions!

This is professional matching.

Many people even lost their minds to leave here immediately, but wanted to see what this [Chessboard of Destiny] is.

...

"Dak..." Gina Grant whispered.

Dak nodded slightly at her, gradually calming her down.

Eudora, who was between the two, was struggling whether to take the opportunity to hug Dak's arm.

But in this scene that should have been scary, she surprisingly didn't feel scared. If she hugged him at this time, would it be too artificial?

"Dak wouldn't like this behavior, right?" She thought wildly, which was also unique in the scene.

Dak saw her lowering her head and thought she was nervous, but he didn't expect that she was thinking about these things.

The "tick-tick" sound of the 300-second countdown was like a drop of water dripping into the heart, urging people to subconsciously look at the question and seek the answer.

Dak couldn't help but look over.

But he saw that the light curtain showed a difficult astrology problem.

Astrology problems are like lamb meat delivered to the door for many astrologers present.

Not to mention the 300-second countdown, just when Dak had just finished reading the question, someone had already shouted the answer to the question.

"Too simple."

This thought almost appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.

Then a prophet who was closer to the border suddenly took a step towards the adjacent grid.

"Congratulations to everyone for the correct answer, please enter the next grid." Mr. A said with a smile.

At the same time, the question on the light curtain turned into a big ??, and the countdown stopped.

The prophet took a step forward, no longer blocked, and stepped directly into the adjacent grid.

When his feet landed on the ground, everyone was teleported to the next grid, and a new countdown and question appeared on the screen.

It was still a relatively difficult question for ordinary people, but it was not complicated for the prophet present.

Answer in seconds, move forward, answer in seconds, move forward...

He moved five grids in the direction of the [door] in one breath.