Chapter 462: Life and Death Chess Game

One, two, three...

Three apostle-level warriors, plus two concept-level warriors and four pseudo-concept-level warriors.

Wright looked at the enemies hovering in the sky and formed a circle, and his mood became cheerful.

"Let me ask, your Gate of Truth is in the underworld, and all the warriors above the concept level should be here, right?"

The leading apostle sneered: "Not only that. There are also all members above the rule level who have responded to the call.

It's just that they are weak, so they won't come out to embarrass themselves."

Wright grinned: "In that case, then you don't have any generals stationed in the other two places, right?"

He then took out a magic stone and said softly.

"Take him down for me."

At the same time, the big guy of the mushroom beast army who received the order, and the three-eyed corpse demon of the armored corpse army, were immediately shocked.

At this moment, they have been lurking on the periphery of the target area, waiting for an opportunity.

Among the three armies, only the flesh and blood demon has Wright's support.

The other two teams had been bluffing all along, pretending to be very strong, so that the other side would not dare to act rashly.

But they knew very well whether Wright was there to support them.

So, they pushed the enemy's subordinate forces all the way, but at the last moment, they all tacitly withdrew their troops and kept their troops still.

Now, all the enemy's high-end combat power was attracted by Wright alone.

Then the remaining two temples of truth that they were originally stationed in naturally became their possession.

"Charge! Completely wipe out the enemy!"

With the orders of the two leaders, the two teams on different fronts rushed towards the target at the same time.

After the baptism of the battlefield and the nourishment of countless victories, the combat effectiveness of the two teams at this moment is not much worse than that of the flesh and blood demons.

Those poor believers of truth are not their opponents at all, and they will be strangled to death in minutes.

The two fronts are in danger, but the senior officials of the Gate of Truth did not show any panic.

In their eyes, Wright's value is far greater than the two blasphemous temples.

Back to help?

What a joke!

As long as Wright can be killed here this time, even if he is seriously injured and chooses to leave the underworld, it will be a hearty victory!

Any loss is worth it.

For this reason, all the power of the Gate of Truth in the underworld is gathered here.

They are ready to gather the most powerful force to give Wright the most powerful and most direct impact, without any fancy tricks or intrigues.

This may be the most recent sincere cooperation between the members of the Gate of Truth in the underworld.

Sure enough, a common enemy makes everyone work more closely together than common interests.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Wright spread his hands, stood in front of the huge metal box, and looked at the enemy in the sky with contempt.

"The lackeys of the Gate of Truth have paid such a great price and gathered so much combat power.

You can't just shout, brothers, shoulder to shoulder, and rush forward like a mob, right?

If that's the case, I will look down on you.

Or, are you going to have a conceptual synergy? Through the superposition and interaction of different concepts, a qualitative change will be triggered!

If it is such a clever method, I can't wait to see it.

Okay, time is short and the task is heavy.

I can't wait, you guys start quickly!"

Looking at Wright's eager look, all the members of the Gate of Truth who came to attack felt a chill.

Doesn't this man really know what fear is and what a bad situation is?

No matter how powerful you are, facing so many concept-level powerhouses and apostles! Don't you feel a little pressure?

"Leader! He, he is not the real body!"

Suddenly, a sharp pseudo-conceptual-level strongman discovered the problem: "He is just a split! No... not a split, but another very strange form!

In this body, only the will belongs to Saint Nirwright, the body, divinity, godhood and power are all external things!"

The face of the leading apostle suddenly became very ugly: "Impossible! He just killed an apostle with a crushing attitude!

Although he is the ninth, he is also far beyond the existence of ordinary concept-level strongmen.

Not to mention, During the duel, he also used his own conceptual power!

How could he be distracted? "

The pseudo-conceptual strongman just now emphasized again: "It's not distracted, it's a very strange form!

He gives me the feeling that he is more like... more like a believer of God, but this body is God!

This, this, this... How did he do this?"

Wright picked his ears with a look of disgust: "Have you never seen this? Let me tell you, as long as your computer configuration is good enough, you can build a simulator in the simulator!

This is called nesting dolls, do you know?

I say, are you going to fight or not? "

The third apostle gnashed his teeth. He didn't expect that he had gathered so many combat forces and was ready to kill them all in one battle.

In the end, the one he trapped was just a distraction?

"Chief, what should we do now?"

"It's okay if he's a distraction. As long as we kill him, we can still severely damage the main body! "

At this point, the third apostle knew that he had no choice but to go on.

And he believed that since this avatar had the power to easily kill an apostle, he must be a very powerful, very precious, and very important avatar!

As long as he was killed, the goal would be basically achieved!

With a hum, the concept-level and pseudo-concept-level masters released their powerful powers one after another, forming a powerful energy field.

However, what surprised Wright was that the object of this powerful energy field was not him, but the huge metal box beside him.

With the injection of strange energy, the entrance to the blasphemous temple suddenly became larger.

Then, a familiar sticky feeling spread throughout Wright's body.

He recognized this feeling, which was what he felt when he entered the world of the remains of the [Sea] last time.

That feeling is still fresh in people's memory!

"So that's it, using the power and empty shell of the blasphemous temple, plus your concept power, are you going to create a temporary world to exile me? "

Wright saw through the other party's purpose at a glance and shook his head helplessly.

"This kind of thing can't trap me."

"Haha, you think we are too simple! If this is really the case, then we don't have to go through so much trouble."

The third apostle laughed wildly: "Saint Wright, I heard that you killed a lot in the arena of the God Realm.

Then you should know that the God Arena is a derivative of the interweaving of rules and concepts.

The oath is the rules and regulations that must be followed after entering the arena.

There are ways to resist against violations of laws, rules and concepts.

But if you violate the common oath, then all your means will fail, and you will bear the punishment brought by the oath!

Saint Wright, let's play a life and death chess game based on the oath! "