Chapter 1182 Return

When the fragments of Gaia are enveloped in light.

The rainbow from the current situation slowly rises with fragments and flies towards the huge world.

And in the solemn hall, silence gradually returned.

As the dust of the gambling game settled, in the darkness, the huge outlines that descended here dissipated again, disappeared into the darkness, and returned to their respective depths.

For many rulers, perhaps this is just an occasional episode in the endless years, a fun time in the long struggle, and it is enough to be able to get a glimpse of the reality of the current situation, without being entangled.

Even those who were occasionally resentful and unwilling did not dare to make mistakes under the overlooking view of the huge figure on the throne and the half-smiling sight of King Ku.

"It's indeed a good game. Your Majesty is interested."

The King of Blight tossed the happy water jar that was accidentally shaped into a ball in his hand and laughed mockingly: "That guy Gala, you must be regretting it and want to vomit blood now, right? Haha, there are still such exciting things after I left... …I haven’t caught up with anything at all!”

"There is always a chance." The monarch responded calmly.

"If you ask me, such interesting things should happen more often. Just like the Hell Sports Competition in Elysium, it is held once every hundred years. It is definitely very interesting!"

King Ku sighed regretfully and glanced at the current chess players: "I didn't expect that you could bring so many surprises in just three bets... I am already looking forward to your future performance more and more!

The birth and death of an era, to be able to face off against so many heroes is really heart-pounding! Haha, hahaha..."

He laughed, walked briskly through the hall, and left like this.

However, the moment he passed by Marcus, he stopped slightly and told him: "If one day, you are tired of that boring world, come and find me."

The King of Hell finally made a promise: "I can't guarantee anything else. In my subjugated country and countless hells, I will definitely have endless fun!"

The old man in the wheelchair lowered his eyes, smiled, and did not speak.

And King Ku didn't care.

The figure disappeared into the darkness between infinite depths.

In the silent hall, only a pair of empty eyes among the thunder clouds looked down.

After a long time, there was a sigh.

When the huge throne and the solemn figure towering in the abyss disappeared, the muscular man with bronze skin appeared again on the opposite side of the long table.

He did not hide his regret and disappointment.

When the pair of eyes filled with infinite lightning exchanged, all the chess players present could not help but feel terrified, feeling that their souls and bodies were rapidly peeling off, weathered, and turned into dust in the sight of nothingness.

Only the drowsy old man in the wheelchair coughed and raised his eyes: "Why is Your Majesty so melancholy?"

"Failure is shameful, why can't we feel melancholy?"

The Maharaja asked, "Why can't we be sad when we are about to part with our friends?"

While choking, Marcus gasped and suddenly laughed: "Even if we are sworn enemies, do you regard me as a friend?"

"Just because we are equal opponents, we can become friends, right?"

The Maharaja responded solemnly: "With your power, you have won the bet on the abyss three times. You have reversed the huge gap, guarded your world, continued your glory, and defended your achievements— —

Such an achievement is shocking even in the infinite hell.

The current situation is really amazing! "

He said: "Marcus, you have created a miracle again."

The old man nodded, looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Should I be proud of this?"

"certainly!"

The Maharaja responded flatly, "You deserve it."

"wrong."

Marcus shook his head.

Never smiled.

Just looking at the King of Hell behind the long table, there was no expression on his old face, as if he had never been proud or proud of this achievement.

"What does this have to do with me, Your Majesty?"

Marcus asked doubtfully: "It was the work of the hands and feet and the perseverance of the bones. The texture paid the price, the blood flowed and sacrificed, and I was just my lips and tongue.

Now when victory comes, why can only my noisy lips be praised? "

The Maharaja did not speak.

Seemingly stunned.

"Your Majesty, from beginning to end, what you favor is not me, but the world I represent."

Marcus said: "From the past until now, the enemy you have been against is not me alone, but everything behind me, all my companions.

They sacrificed everything so that I could stand here, let me take their place, and say what they wanted to say... But a guy like me, who has nothing to say but is useless, relied on this meager advantage to stay away from the battlefield. , I can only watch helplessly as they disappear into the abyss one by one, calling in vain, unable to do anything.

He didn't even have the chance to fight alongside them. "

It's like the old days.

Just like when the kingdom of heaven fell.

Those who sacrificed, those partners who died in their place, those friends who gave up all their friends to protect themselves...each of them has a value that far exceeds their own.

Each of them should have been able to create great achievements that they would never be able to touch in their lifetime!

But because of his own drag, he was buried in the old time.

Just thinking about their faces makes Marcus almost... heartbroken!

In this brief silence, the old man leaned on his wheelchair, panting, holding up his face with difficulty, and stared at his opponent.

"Now, the victory they deserve has finally arrived, Your Majesty——"

Marcus seemed to be questioning, but also seemed to be saying to himself: "How can I be proud of this?"

The Maharaja did not answer.

Just look at him.

Looking at the soul that has been wandering in painful dreams for seventy years is like looking at a fool.

A helpless sigh.

But I couldn’t help but...wanted to laugh!

"Because they're standing right behind you, Marcus."

The Maharaja sighed: "Why didn't you look back, you idiot!"

At that moment, the old man in the wheelchair froze on the spot.

incredible.

He twisted his neck with difficulty and looked behind him.

The moment the Maharaja stretched out his finger, in the empty darkness, the wind from the distant past blew, like waves in the ocean.

The tide comes.

Endless phantoms stand here, like tides sweeping in from the passing time and gathering into an ocean!

They stood smiling in the darkness.

Watching all this quietly.

I place my last thoughts and hopes on the shoulders of my best friend!

But the huge scale is so amazing.

Even if it appears briefly, it seems to completely cover the entire hell, stretching to the end of the thundercloud.

"What you represent is everything they have, and what you have achieved is the result of their sacrifice - you are their well-deserved incarnation!"

"Be proud of it, Marcus."

The Maharaja told him, "I said, you deserve this."

In the brief silence, Marcus stared at their disappearing figures, tears streaming down his face, but his smile was so proud and satisfied.

"As it should be!"

The arrival was carried out with thorough etiquette, as if there was a way through the abyss, escorted by countless large groups, straight to the deepest part of hell. When he returned, there was no more prominence, and there was not even any ceremony.

But it is more solemn than any other ceremony.

Because the only person accompanying him on the journey was Lord Thunder.

In this way, standing on the boundary between hell and reality, he lowered his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair, "It seems that we are here."

The old man nodded solemnly in thanks, "Then, I will return it here."

"Time is always so short. When I first met you, it seems like it was yesterday."

The Maharaja sighed: "I'm afraid this separation will be the last one, right?"

"yes."

Marcus nodded and smiled helplessly: "This old body can no longer be driven. If it weren't for the medicine, I might not even have the strength to speak. How can I still have the strength to be an enemy of the Great Lord?"

"What a shame, Marcus, what a shame."

The Maharaja shook his head, gave him one last look, and expressed his condolences: "Farewell, my enemy."

"No, it's goodbye."

Marcus shook his head, corrected himself seriously, and told his opponent: "Perhaps I will die in embarrassment and be unable to continue my responsibilities, but there will definitely be someone who will take over this responsibility in the future, your Majesty.

Someone will stand in front of you in my place. "

In this brief silence, the monarch looked at him silently, looking at the pair of eyes filled with brilliance.

It's as if you can get a glimpse of that gorgeous and magnificent soul.

He smiled and nodded.

"I will look forward to it, Marcus." He was full of expectations and finally said goodbye: "When that day comes, let us be enemies again!"

Just like that, in the thunder, he disappeared into hell.

Marcus stared in the direction he was going away for a long time, looking at the world on the other side of the border.

"Let's go."

He said, "Let's go home."

The wheelchair was pushed again.

They crossed the border, passed the checkpoints, passed the inspection, and returned to the huge world filled with endless flashes of light.

Gradually, the pair of cloudy pupils were once again illuminated by the light that had been guarding him all his life.

"This world is so beautiful."

Marcus looked at the spectacular scene in trance, staring greedily at every detail, as if he couldn't get enough.

Sighing with satisfaction.

Closed his eyes.

"Mr. Marcus?"

Behind him, Isaac noticed something unusual and patted his shoulder gently: "Mr. Marcus..."

Marcus said nothing.

Only silence comes.

Isaac reached out and wanted to touch his face, but he didn't dare, as if he was afraid of waking him up from this sweet dream. After a long time, I finally understood what was happening and shouted his name hoarsely.

Regardless of the pain of splitting in his soul, he reached out forcefully, trying to grasp the timeline again and bring back the lost time.

But Nakajima stopped in front of him and shook his head.

Isaac looked at him with pleading eyes, and Nakajima avoided his gaze, unable to do anything.

In this silence, there was a vague choking sound.

The old man in the wheelchair had already lost his breath.

Only the rays of the morning sun illuminated the smile on his lips.

So satisfying.

Everyone, I'm back...

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