Chapter 1293 Fun

"Name?"

"Sophora poems."

"gender?"

"male."

"age?"

"20."

In the dark and huge hall, the conversation between the shadow and the puppet in the palm came to an end.

In the layers of blurry fog, the man in the pale robe lowered his eyes, smiling and staring at the chess piece that gradually came to life in his palm.

Compared with Huai Shi's lively face on the chess piece, the face of the chess player seems to be hidden in the mist like a palace. It is indistinguishable between male and female, old and young, but the teasing and mocking smile seems to be eternal and has never changed. .

Elements of Destruction: The Piper!

At this moment, in just a few breaths, the essence is injected, simulating consciousness and simulating the soul.

At the end, the activated pieces are placed on the chessboard.

Final commendation.

"very good."

The flute player smiled and encouraged: "Go and fight for you, Huaishi."

So, the chess pieces turned around, walked towards the overwhelming array behind them, rode their horses, and faced the army.

The fight that will never return begins again.

And just on the opposite side of the chessboard, the old jester White Snake raised his finger and pushed the chess piece in his hand - the Nine Lords of the Subjugated Kingdom, Lord Foster forward one square.

On the chessboard, the chess pieces representing the current world and hell are all different, shining with various colors and brilliance. Under the push of the two palms, they bite each other like wild beasts, fighting to the death.

Firework-like lights kept rising and falling, bringing a lot of death and destruction.

In the end, under the control of the flute player, the broken Huaishi chess piece reached the top of the palace of subjugation and chopped off the last head.

The outcome has been decided.

"Sure enough, it's interesting - among the new collections, this one is particularly special and surprising."

The flute player stroked the chess piece that was once again sluggish in his palm, came closer, and looked down at it.

"What kind of secrets do you have, Huai Shi?"

He murmured softly: "How curious."

Soon, the chess game started again.

A new battlefield chessboard, new chess pieces, and a new battle has begun.

In the empty and cold hall, there was not only the clear sound of the collision of chess pieces, but the sound was like drizzle, constantly ringing and spreading in every corner of the mist, clear and sweet.

There are completely different variations on countless chessboards.

Billions of chess games, billions of deductions.

In the simulation and collision of billions of souls, the flute player sang softly, pushing the chess pieces in his hand forward, staring at the miserable appearance of each of them being crushed to pieces by the strict defense constructed by the white snake.

He couldn't help but clapped his hands happily.

Laugh out loud.

When the wind seems to be blowing from afar and lifts the cover of mist, you can see the display rack behind the flute player that seems to cover its face to the end of the world, reaching the collection at the top of the sky.

On each grid, there are completely different chess pieces displayed.

Every chess piece comes from heroes and heroes from various hells and eras, and on every chessboard is a frozen reenactment of a once earth-shattering battlefield.

Such a horrific scale that is unimaginable.

White Snake's movements paused slightly.

Sighing softly, he reached out and took off his chess piece from the chessboard and put it back into the box next to him.

"You win."

He said.

"Then let's play another game?" the flute player suggested: "You are already in the mood, your hands are getting hotter and hotter."

"Your Excellency, we have already made a lot of mistakes."

White Snake sighed helplessly and reminded seriously:

"Seven whole days."

Even though he had expected that this meeting would take a long time, he never expected that he would spend such a long time on the chess game after entering this ever-changing fog.

As a result, I felt slightly mentally and physically exhausted.

"Huh? Don't you like it?"

The flute player held his chin, stared at the chessboard in front of him, and said casually: "I remember that before you went out to serve as an official and perished, you were one of the best chess players among the jesters...or should I say that there were distracting thoughts in my heart, burning like fire, and I couldn't help it. I don’t want to. Is there something stuck in my throat that I have to say?”

At the end of the sentence, the mockery was palpable.

"Your Excellency, I'll see you soon."

White Snake sighed, moved back from the seat, and saluted respectfully: "I have come with a mission - I hope you can help me with my plan to subjugate my country."

"Ah, plans, plans...I love plans."

The flute player holds his chin, holds the chess pieces, and jumps on the chessboard, gathering the messy chess pieces together to form an incompatible situation, attacking each other.

And when he looked at the chaos he had created with his own hands, he couldn't help but sigh: "The plan to subjugate the country, the king's plan, the rancher's plan, the current situation's plan...and my plan."

He said, "There's always a plan, isn't there?"

"It's as you said." White Snake nodded calmly.

The flute player suddenly smiled, shook his head, overturned all the chess pieces on the chessboard, stood up, and suddenly asked: "What do you think of this battlefield? White Snake."

"Huh?" White Snake frowned.

And there was no answer.

It's not that I don't understand, but I don't understand what the flute player is asking?

The direction of the war? Comparison between the two sides? Subsequent changes? Or something else?

Too general.

It's also too vague...

"That is, literally."

The flute player smiled and repeated: "What do you think of this war? What does it mean to you? What is its nature? What are your goals and ambitions?"

"It's nothing more than fulfilling your duties faithfully."

White Snake calmly replied: "This is my job, Your Excellency, and it is also a contract between me and Your Majesty. There is no personal likes or dislikes in it. If Your Majesty can get pleasure, then you must do it in this way, that's all."

"Ah, that's right, 'fun'."

The flute player nodded clearly, as if in admiration: "For that person, there is almost nothing more precious than this in the abyss, right?

Unfortunately, fun is always hard to find.

To be able to encounter such a lively thing, that person must be so excited that he can't wait any longer, right? It's not easy for you to have such customers at the stall. "

White Snake said nothing.

Logically speaking, he should be furious at this time and refute categorically, but he really has nothing to be angry about and nothing to refute.

After all, the piper was absolutely right.

In fact, the title "King of Fun" existed thousands of years ago, and the King of Blight didn't even care at all, and even felt complacent about it.

Working in a subjugated country, even if your blood pressure is slightly high, you won’t be able to survive for a few years.

As a subordinate, many of White Snake's plans were completely ruined by the whim of his boss, not once or twice.

He is used to it...

At least I can get used to it now.

Well, before he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage from his loyalist.

"No need to worry, White Snake, isn't this great?"

The flute player laughed and seemed to be encouraging: "Sometimes, means and ends are equally important. The former is where the fun lies, and the latter is where the results are. If you can get one of the two, you will be successful.

And sometimes, you need to use your brain—get both.

So we need jesters like you, right? "

Make sure the Blight King has fun, and make sure the Nation of Destruction gets results.

It is not easy to master both.

To be able to climb to a position almost below one person in the subjugated country, there is no doubt about White Snake's ability.

And the plan he proposed is indeed an excellent solution that benefits both parties.

However, he was never sure that he could promote a union between the two parties.

At this moment, after hearing the flute player's words, he raised his pupils slightly and asked solemnly: "So, what kind of fun and results do you want to get?"

"Don't worry, White Snake."

The flute player grinned happily: "My fun and results have been obtained."

White Snake wanted to speak, but then the flute player waved his hand, interrupting his words.

"Go back and report to the King of Blight. Tell him that I will help his plan and support him at all costs."

After a brief pause, the flute player continued: "But also, I will provide the same help to the king, no, not just the Thunder Sea, even the rancher, even the Dark Eye...

Just open your mouth, just nod your head, and I will provide assistance. "

After emphasizing the pronunciation, the piper told him: "I will help them, 'Plan'."

White Snake frowned: "So, what are the conditions?"

"No conditions, no requirements. No reward, and you don't have to worry more."

The flute player picked up a chess piece and waved it in front of White Snake's eyes: "I just did what I wanted to do... As for these few days, just think of it as a holiday for yourself, White Snake."

He smiled slightly and said, "Living in the abyss is hard enough. If you can't learn to enjoy the hard work, it will only become more miserable. Learn to be lazy occasionally. The majesty you are loyal to may also be happy to see it. become."

White Snake was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and saluted respectfully:

"...I understand, I will take your answer back."

"Go well."

The flute player waved goodbye and said, "Let's play chess together next time."

White Snake was speechless, taking his chess pieces with him and disappearing like smoke into this palace made of thoughts.

And behind the flute player, in the mist, another figure emerged.

The other, a bystander from beginning to end.

"Is there any problem, Tiancheng?"

The flute player looked back and looked behind him, full of curiosity: "You seem to have something to say."

"Just curious."

The jester named Tiancheng did not stick to etiquette, and even, except for the necessary respect, he did not show awe to the flute player, the nominal leader.

The piper didn't care either.

More than just respect, I didn't even expect any loyalty.

In itself, Rigoletto is such a loose and tight organization, like the talent market in hell, like a mutual aid club. It seems to be one, but it is just a member of the same place.

Everyone will come together and unite with each other because of the same interests, and after losing the bond of interest, they will criticize each other without the slightest hesitation.

Even, it is not that no one covets the position of the flute player. Even direct challenges are common, not to mention secret plots.

However, that face has been shrouded in mist from beginning to end, and its true appearance has never been revealed, and it is difficult to see any traces of replacement or change.

So mysterious.

It’s elusive.

"Your Excellency just asked White Snake's question, but I want to know your answer even more." Tiancheng looked down at the messy chessboard and suddenly asked: "What do you think of this war?"

The flute player smiled slightly but did not answer.

He just continued to fiddle with the chessboard in front of him.

Once again, the formation of troops evolved into a war situation.

On the intertwined fronts, the fighting began again.

"Do you know what the conditions are for the establishment of a chess game, Tiancheng?" He suddenly asked, "What are the prerequisites for a meaningful struggle?"

Tiancheng was silent, as if thinking, and after a long time asked: "Fair?"

"fair?"

The flute player laughed: "How can there be any fairness in this world? It's just talk in sleep. The ravings of the weak, the shallow opinions of fools, and the lies of liars..."

"Let me ask you, Tiancheng, has there ever been true fairness in the world?"

As if he was having a great conversation, the flute player talked eloquently: "How can the tall and the short compete with each other? How can the strong and the weak compete fairly? How can the wise and the ignorant compete on the same stage? Even if they are the same war horses, can they compete with each other? Is there no distinction between strong and weak?

In my opinion, the last thing we need is so-called ‘fairness’.

On the contrary—"

He said, "The premise for the establishment of a chess game should be 'the same unfairness'!"

Throw both sides into the same adversity.

Push both sides into a general quagmire.

Throw both sides of the conflict into the same hell...

Faced with the same disadvantages, cut off the arm of the strong, supplement the prosthetic limbs for the weak, cut off the wisdom of the wise, and then give madness to the fool.

Force both parties to stand at the same heights and valleys.

Just like on a chessboard.

Just like this war——

It eliminates the advantage of the current city wall and limits the number of abyss with a limited battlefield.

It ruined the rancher's plan and at the same time gave the current situation new bad news.

Now, both sides are facing the same war.

A cruel, ferocious fight without any retreat or room for maneuver.

Just thinking about it makes people feel excited!

"War is a means to you."

The flute player smiled and told him: "For me, it is one of the goals."

The purpose is achieved by means of means, and the results are created for the purpose of seeking pleasure.

A stage set up to enjoy new performances.

"I want to see sparks."

The audience, who had been planning for a long time, sat in the special seats they had built, and their eyes were filled with anticipation and joy: "Whether it is the gorgeous colors when the soul changes, the dazzling light when it sublimates or solidifies, the festive fireworks when it destroys and falls. .”

"I like your plan, Tiancheng."

Element of Destruction sincerely praised: "Magnificent, long-term, weird, terrifying... it doesn't matter whether it's big or small."

“I prefer what it looks like when the plan falls apart.

The road to ambitious plans collapsed, tall buildings collapsed into ruins, vicious intentions were exposed to the sun, and pure ideals were gradually tainted by darkness..."

When on the chessboard, amid the messy ruins, the last chess piece pierced the opponent's chest with a sharp blade and died in each other's arms.

He narrowed his eyes and sighed with satisfaction:

"——That's why I love war so much."

War will crush all plans.

War itself is about the best laid plans for destruction.

Soon, when the storm comes to an end, endless chess pieces will once again fight each other on an unprecedentedly huge chessboard.

The subjugated country, the Sea of ​​Thunder, the ranchers, and even himself, the so-called ‘piper’, will become pawns in it.

No one can control his own destiny.

There are no plans to book the future.

In the battle of countless souls, in the endless birth and death, what shines is the dazzling and magnificent light.

Soon.

Soon.

The piper smiled and waited.