Chapter 451: Chessboard of the Gods

"No need for now, I'll come back if necessary."

The high priest looked disappointed, like a madam who failed to attract customers.

After returning to Yangcheng, Ye Tingbai returned to his office. He had to think carefully about which link had gone wrong.

Fu Monk lied to him for two reasons.

First, he really admired the Dream Maker and didn't want to see the Dream Maker disappear completely, that is, the memory in the Samsara Stone. He wanted to limit Ye Tingbai's development, and then once the sealing period of the Samsara Stone expired, the Dream Creator It will return naturally.

This is the most likely possibility, because Fu Monk has had this meaning before.

The second one is that Fu Monk has contacted Yuwen Ergou, and the probability of targeting Ye Tingbai is very small. Yuwen Ergou seems to be unable to enter the dreamland.

Otherwise, he would not have sent himself a text message asking him to bring the corpse in.

Ye Tingbai: "Oh, forget it, leave him alone. Let's try to materialize!"

According to the records in his memory, he slowly injected divine power into the mental space. According to the records, the mental space absorbed the divine power, then slowly expanded and transformed into the physical space.

But Ye Tingbai had already introduced all his divine power into the spiritual space, but it didn't change at all. This must be something wrong.

At this time, the big light ball suddenly sent him a message.

[The current limit of souls that can be accommodated is 2000]

Ye Tingbai: "The divine power has been absorbed, but it has not expanded or materialized. Why has the tolerance limit become higher?"

Sub-personality: "Our souls are too weak. I think this may be the reason. Maybe our previous souls cannot be called divine souls."

"So you are saying that you want to continue to inject divine power?"

Sub-personality: "Taking all the information together, injecting divine power will at least have no side effects."

"Okay, then continue."

Dong dong dong~

Li Xiaoxiao: "Brother Ye, someone is looking for you!"

"Huh? Someone else is looking for me, let him come in."

"He didn't come in. He said he would wait for you to go out."

"The shelf is pretty big."

Ye Tingbai and Li Xiaoxiao returned to the gate of the Order Office. There stood a middle-aged man wearing a housekeeper's uniform. He had a slicked back and a shiny look, but he only had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a gold chain hanging on them. Go to the ear on the second floor.

It looks very professional.

Ye Tingbai: "Are you looking for me? Who are you?"

"Hello, this is an invitation letter that the master asked me to hand over to you."

"Invitation to the Gods Chessboard, what does this mean? Can you explain it to me?"

Ye Tingbai lowered his head and raised his head for at least a second, but the man had disappeared. He didn't feel any fluctuations, which was completely incomprehensible to him.

Sub-personality: "Disappeared. I can't see how it disappeared. It was like a bubble. It burst and left no trace."

Anything that he cannot understand will bring fear. If it is simply a difference in strength, he can rely on time to accumulate it. What he is afraid of is this incomprehension.

It's just an ordinary person facing a killer. He can think of a way, whether it's training, or hiring a bodyguard.

But if you ask an ordinary person to face a ghost, it's a bit overwhelming.

"The chessboard of the gods will start in half a year. You are sincerely invited to come. If you win, you will receive a reward tailor-made for you, a core of the Kingdom of God that is comparable to the Red Star Soul."

This invitation is very beautiful, the words are printed, nothing can be seen, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a trap.

Chessboard of the Gods?

He is the only god in this world, who should he play games with?

"The problem is, it didn't even leave me an address?"

Li Xiaoxiao: "Hey, why am I here? Am I not watching a movie?"

Ye Tingbai turned around and glanced in surprise. What was Li Xiaoxiao doing? Everyone was gone.

"Didn't you call me out just now?"

Li Xiaoxiao: "I called you? Are you kidding? Why don't I have any impression at all?"

"Forget it, it's not a big deal. You can go back and watch the movie."

Toot toot~phone ringtone

"Pei Meihong's phone number? What happened again?"

Now Pei Meihong's phone call is Ye Tingbai's nightmare, because every time Pei Meihong comes to him, it must be something big. For example, the last time she called Ye Tingbai, it was a deep sea invasion.

"Hey, boss! Why didn't you answer the phone today? Something big happened again!"

"What's wrong?"

"The deep sea has changed its direction. They have invaded the American plate, and this time they are even more ferocious. They do not build a base, but directly explode their troops. Now a city has been lost."

"Isn't it just one day?"

Ye Tingbai returned to Jiangdu helplessly. The coastline was very long, and it was definitely impossible for Ye Tingbai to defend it all. Moreover, the deep sea invasion this time was the American Plate.

The place where he lives is dominated by yellow people, while the American plate is dominated by white and black people. They are separated by the deep sea, and communication between the two plates has always been difficult.

There is their own order center there, but due to difficulty in contact, Xie Cai has no control over it and is beyond his reach.

Ye Tingbai: "How are you now?"

Pei Meihong: "The first city has been captured. Deep Sea is increasing its troops indefinitely. There are too many densely populated areas. Do we care?"

"Control? What do you care about? Can you care about us? Shenhai wants to go ashore. No one can stop him. If I go to fight with him, we will both lose.

Now that he has changed his side to invade, he has already given me face. "

Pei Meihong: "Emmmm, the foundation also wants us to repel the deep sea again like before, saying they can pay."

Ye Tingbai: "Let them get out, and pay for it. Do I look like I'm short of money? Who needs money at this time?"

This era is destined to belong to the mechanical C'Thun. Humans have no power to resist at all. The only hot weapons are also restricted. Who can use cold weapons to cut through the armor of soldiers?

The mechanical C'Thun who got the Red Star Soul is basically a bug, a monster like a perpetual motion machine.

He himself creates mechanical waste, and the Red Star Soul can give life to the machines, creating those little loli with extremely strong group combat capabilities, which gives him a headache.

Pei Meihong: "They set out again, split into three groups, for three other cities."

Ye Tingbai: "Didn't I say long ago that the coastal cities should be abandoned temporarily? These people didn't listen. At this time, they still want to maintain the original order of the human world. It's simply wishful thinking."

Pei Meihong: "But why? I don't believe they don't understand this?"

"Because the world changes, it means that the class will be reshuffled. People who are already high up may fall to the bottom. These people certainly don't want to.

For example, the consortiums of the foundation rely on money to become parliamentarians, but they can't contact the core, and their resources are limited. If the world changes drastically, what can they use to maintain the rights of parliamentarians?"