Chapter 1108 A Gamble that Will Overwhelm the Country

As soon as he said this, not only the monarch in front of Marcus, but also the rulers kneeling respectfully on both sides under the throne, and even those behind the heavy curtains cast strange glances.

Even the lightning shining in the sky seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Everything was silent.

Only the diplomat in the wheelchair stared at his enemy.

Remains of the old world, fragments of Gaia.

That is the remnant from [Element of Destruction: Old Gaia].

In fact, if we look at it as a whole, it may be inappropriate to call it Gaia, and it may be a bit exaggerated to call it the world.

That's just a nickname.

What it points to is the world that wants to destroy mankind.

In this human era, the first world was completely destroyed by the Astronomical Society.

This was indeed a helpless move. After all, no one would have thought before that that there would be such a thing as "will" in the world.

But after losing all the walls transformed by the gods, under the radiation of the abyss, the current situation began to gradually become distorted... and gradually gave birth to malice and targeting against the offspring.

Floods and monstrous waves, storms and droughts, lava and fire, meteorites and desolate land, the strange fog that swallows everything and even the darkness that grows rapidly under the cave...

This is the origin of the foundation of all borders such as the Endless Sea, the Kingdom of Fog, the Iron Rain Wasteland, the Earth Fire Domain, and so on.

Before Gaia was destroyed, it was the source of disaster that could shake the entire world, destroy all civilizations, and kill all human beings.

Like a mother who kills her offspring.

When the butcher's knife was raised, what else could the descendant do besides shed tears?

Only by relying on each other can they survive from the abyss composed of infinite depths. And when one of them reneges on this responsibility, everything is pushed to the edge of a precarious cliff.

Only the last option remains.

If the world wants to destroy mankind, then the world must be destroyed first.

If the opponent is too threatening and must be killed, but at the same time too important and must be saved, then there is only one way left...

【Harmless】

The first Plan of Destruction and Plan of Creation was the opportunity for the Pioneer Society, as a scholar organization, to transform into the Astronomical Society.

Miracles accomplished by people, driven by the power of the entire territory.

The old world is dismantled, separated, recreated, and then reassembled to form a brand new world.

Artificially simulate the cycle of hell and regenerate the present situation.

The direct consequence is that the world that wants to kill humans no longer exists. With the emergence of the three major blockades, a brand new world is formed.

The current situation, border and hell constitute a new cycle.

And the old world is completely dead.

Countless fragments sank into the endless abyss of darkness.

The love that has disappeared, the hatred that cannot disappear, the sadness of being killed by Ziyi, the despair of wanting to kill Ziyi, and even the eternal pain...

Perhaps, there is some crucial essence.

But that was no longer important to the current situation at that time.

And now, Marcus is bringing up the past again.

Arriving at the core of the Thunder Sea, facing one of the few people who were at the top even in the abyss, he made his request.

"Are my expressions clear? Your Majesty," he asked.

"Clear and straightforward, there is no room for misunderstanding." The monarch nodded and looked at his appearance, a subtle expression appeared on his human-like face.

"Then why don't you respond to me?"

Marcus asked: "Is it because I am not sincere enough? Or is my visit too abrupt? If you want to follow the old rules, you can throw me down from here, and then let me climb up from below with a handful of old bones. , I’ll tell you the same thing again.”

"I'm just waiting."

The king shook his head regretfully: "I hope you can hesitate a little, or think more about your purpose. Friendship is rare, Marcus. Considering the courtesy and respect you have shown me, you still have a chance to take it back. A word."

"But I'm never the only one here, am I?"

Diplomats ignore good intentions, become aggressive, and ignore the good intentions of the One above.

The pair of cloudy eyes also widened, showing solemnity, and declared hoarsely: "What I represent is the current situation, the Astronomical Society, and the combination of all the glory and significance of this world.

I am your enemy, Your Majesty, why do you treat me with such contempt? "

When he began to speak, the voice was no longer that of an old man. In the hoarse voice, there was a will that was harder than iron and hotter than the sun.

Asked solemnly:

"Am I not enough to be your enemy?"

In the silence, only the squatting man across the low table sighed silently, turned around, and walked towards the darkness that opened up behind him, the throne that was so huge that it seemed to occupy the world.

With every step he took, his strong body grew larger, and the thunder in the sky also roared.

It was as if a giant was trampling on the earth, making everything wail.

Until finally, the throne that broke through the top of the hall and penetrated deep into the thunder clouds once again emerged a huge figure that could fill the entire world.

"If that's the case, then I can only respond to you head-on, Marcus."

The dazzling golden eyes emerged from the dark giant's face, looking down, no longer concealing the ruler's coldness and cruelty: "What you desire, the remains you ask for, are in my hands."

"It is true that the current state of being killed is of no use to me, it is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to discard it, but it is my collection after all. Even among the treasures of the Thunder Sea, it is enough to rank in the top five.

Why should I give it to you? "

Amidst the howling wind and loud noise, the old man in the wheelchair raised his skinny arms, struggled to prop up his body, and looked up at the King of Hell in front of him.

"How about we take a gamble?"

He said: "In the name of the one who made the contract, I want to restart the last bet between us, between this world and hell!"

As early as when the Astronomical Society was first established, the surge of deep tides triggered the first war between worlds in human history. After losing the Wall of Gods and after Gaia was killed, the current world was unprotected.

In the hell illuminated by the light of the present state, the huge sleeping entities wake up one after another as the depth surges.

He looked at the world above his head.

Hungry.

This is the phenomenon that evolved from the cycle of birth and death in the abyss.

When a world comes to an end, these remnants of past eras will once again take away everything, destroy everything, and push everything that remains into nothingness.

This is a feast like a feast. When the huge reality falls into the abyss, countless fragments turn into countless hells, and a new king of hell will rise from the abyss.

Until a long and long time later, in the eternal darkness and hell, the miracle of the new world was once again born.

At that time, it was the founding period of the Astronomical Society, and the current situation, which was in a state of weakness and decline, faced the war of all realms, and what it fought for with all its strength was a gamble.

There will be three gambles between the current state and hell.

In the first time, it decided the outcome of the war between the worlds, and thus we were able to survive the most difficult period.

The second time, there were wins and losses, but the foundation of the Silver Sea was laid, and at the same time, the fourth plan, the blueprint of the Kingdom of Heaven, was created.

When the Third War of Realms came, Marcus once again exercised his rights as a diplomat and representative of the Astronomical Society.

Restart the contract between reality and hell.

One last gamble.

Reclaim the remains of the old world!

"oh?"

In that brief silence, not only on the throne, but also behind the surrounding curtains, the unknown beings who came to watch inevitably made some slight disturbances.

Or surprised, or contemptuous, or excited.

But not one of them refused.

"As one of the participants last time and one of the six people who witnessed the contract, you do have such power..." The monarch lowered his eyes, looked down at the opponent in front of him, and flicked his fingers disdainfully: "But, you Are there enough bets to make us excited?"

"Of course."

Marcus replied calmly, raising his palm and holding the contract that had already been written.

"Based on the current defensive front and the thirty-layer depth field associated with it -" On the old face, a mocking flame emerged from the eyes: "If you can win, you can take it!"

"Is this a desperate move, Marcus?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, the Maharaja couldn't help but sneer: "How are you going to fight the war after losing your city wall?"

"During the last war, did we have such a thing as a city wall?"

Marcus raised his head and asked: "Why don't you say a word? Everyone, such a national bet is right in front of you, do you have to be like a rat, hiding behind the scenes?

The King of Blight! Officiant of the Paradise! Fools! Yongshi Group! Mother of Stone! The Dark Eye... and everyone of the Golden Dawn! Should I remain silent and stay out of the situation at this moment? "

Accompanied by the old man's roar and questioning, one silhouette after another slowly appeared behind the curtains, casting a cold glance at the dust in the field.

"Hahaha, interesting." The King of Blight, who was sitting on the bloody throne with a wine glass, happily knocked on the armrest: "Since there is such a heroic gambling game, how can we not help out?"

"Ordinary people, you should be careful what you say." The chief priest of Paradise wearing a golden mask warned indifferently: "Your end and perfect future are all in the mouth of my god."

"Oh, oh, look at this person... how embarrassed he is." Mathers took off his hat on the high chair and shrugged helplessly: "We are old friends after all, why should we be so merciless? "

"My lord is already under surveillance." The jester replied dully: "You can perform to your heart's content."

"If the profit is sufficient, I wouldn't mind helping out." The No. 1 workshop owner, the controller of Yongshi Group, said nonchalantly.

"I'm not interested." A vague voice came from the Mother of Stone, which was like a huge statue: "You can do whatever you want."

…

With the appearance of the rulers, it seemed as if the weight of the entire hell was gradually descending on this place, and at the end, in the long silence, the Lord of the Giants on the throne casually flicked his fingers. head.

"Not enough," he said.

"The chips on both sides are equal, Your Majesty." Marcus replied: "The difference in value does not exceed one point."

"That's true, but not enough to change my mind, Marcus."

Above the thundercloud, a huge silhouette lowered its head and looked down at the person in front of him. There was no mercy, only indifference and cruelty: "Your bargaining chip is not enough to change my mind."

"...Then, how about adding me?"

After a long silence, in the wheelchair, Marcus grinned and showed a proud smile: "My soul is here, Your Majesty, even though he is old and insignificant.

But if you change your mind, it should be enough! "

"How about it? Do you want to try it-"

The rickety old man lifted himself up from the wheelchair, took a step forward, and proudly spread his arms: "Can you let the flag of the Utopia fall from my hands?"

Just like that, under the Overlord's gaze, he held his head up arrogantly.

Waiting for the final reply.

What responded to him was the thunder that shook the entire abyss, and the laughter that echoed in countless hells.

"Very good, very good. You are indeed the best opponent, enough to be my enemy!"

The king nodded with satisfaction, "Whatever you want to bet on, Marcus, whether it's fighting, knowledge, or anything else... I'm willing to accompany you."

"Then just stick to the old ways, how about that?"

Marcus raised his hand and answered solemnly: "If we want to decide the outcome between the current world and hell, what could be more real than the duel between the countless event records between the current world and hell? "

When he raised his hand, the outline of a card rose from his aging fingertips, slowly spinning around. The frame, color, and even the pattern and name on the card all changed.

The miracles created by countless souls, the harm caused by countless falls, every disaster, every redemption, every destruction and rebirth are all recorded in it!

The magnificent light illuminates every eye in the darkness.

"Then let's get started, Reality Man."

At that moment, the abyss roared.

On the throne, the Great Lord raised his hands, as if he had grasped the axis of hell. The light of thunder spread across countless depths, causing the mighty and majestic voice to spread: "Declaration to hell, declaration to the present." The environment, tell every inch of it.”

"In your own way, using what you want as a stage——"

The Supreme King is here to declare to the whole world:

"The gamble of the abyss to determine the ownership of the old world begins now!"

At that moment, he was in the Existence Courtyard.

Huai Shi woke up from her dream.

Opening my eyes, I heard thunder in the distance.

Since three days ago, he has been placed alone in the examination room, receiving various examinations from the survival hospital and maintenance and care down to the amount of food he eats and the time he takes to bathe.

The long wait began.

But now, the door opens, and 008 steps in, his footsteps hurried.

"Be prepared, Mr. Huaishi."

The notice from the Survival Institute was officially issued: "It's your turn to appear."