Infinity Throne

After saying that, Connor glanced at Gu Tianqing, who was still shuffling quietly, and then turned his attention to Yi Lin again: "I think you are more suitable to be 'death' than him. Sorry, friend." The second half of Connor's sentence He said to Gu Tianqing: "I trust my intuition."

Gu Tianqing seemed indifferent, with the hypocritical smile still on his face, but his action of shuffling the cards stopped abruptly. He pressed the deck neatly between his palms and said with a smile: "Actually, I think so too. . It's a pity that he has too many 'chips' on him, right, my president?"

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes: "Thank you."

Although Yi Lin's expression was very calm at the moment, he quietly raised Connor's danger level to MAX.

As an enemy, Yi Lin may not be afraid of his strength, nor of his cunning, nor of his fearlessness, but what he is afraid of is...his ruthlessness.

A person who can even kill his own brother with a smile on his face, what other crazy things can't he do?

have to say.

The choice of "Knight" above is indeed unique.

Gu Tianqing is a pervert.

Connor is ruthless.

The thin, black old man looked like he was not a good guy at first glance.

Really discerning.

"Huh... Is it really okay for 'top' to cheat so blatantly?"

Yi Lin asked.

"That's why the mythical prop - [Babylon] is used here," Gu Tianqing explained with a smile: "Everything that happens here will only produce results for the other 'gamblers' above, and they will not know the process. Of course, for them, as long as the result is enough, the process is not important.”

Yi Lin was silent.

Gu Tianqing sighed softly: "President, I really...want to live with you. Really, that decaying world will be more fun with you around. Do you know, I once saw an undead with my own eyes?" , after exhausting the number of deaths, he came back to life again. He lost all the memories of dying 100 times. He thought he had just stepped into this resurrection game. It felt like... being 'refreshed' Same thing."

"Human beings are so insignificant that they cannot even taste their own 'death'."

Yi Lin nodded: "I agree."

He agrees with Gu Tianqing's statement, but cannot empathize.

Only one "knight" will be born in each tower.

They are the default candidates.

They were chosen long ago, at the moment of their death.

Therefore, the moment Gu Tianqing escaped from his 'death', he attracted the "Supervisor" and personally sent him here. It is to make the birth of the "Death Knight" a given reality and to make Gu Tianqing's "destined death" a reality.

No matter what Yi Lin does, no matter which step he reaches, in the end, he will still be played by the superior masters and be applauded.

Rumble.

Rumble.

At this time.

Violent vibrations came from beneath my feet.

It's below.

Yi Lin's expression changed.

The thin black old man chuckled and said, "It's begun."

Gu Tianqing shrugged: "It's a god's bad taste."

Connor smiled nonchalantly: "The last one should be able to catch up, right?"

Yi Lin felt let go.

He felt that the lower level was rapidly collapsing.

The ninth floor is collapsing into dust, and the surrounding area has become a "mortal" void.

The undead who were too late to reach the ninth floor were completely killed by this wave of collapse.

The cruel stage requires some exciting special effects.

Undoubtedly, for them, this can bring some fun to their long and boring lives.

"Let me have some fun while I still have time."

Connor D. Solomon smiled heartily, like a sunny and handsome boy next door. He held a giant sword and walked towards Yi Lin step by step.

Facing Connor, Yi Lin had the illusion that she was facing a high mountain, which was hard to shake.

legend!

Yi Lin's heart sank.

There is no doubt that the Connor D. Solomon in front of her gives Yi Lin the feeling of being an out-and-out legend!

Moreover, he is standing at the pinnacle, only one step away from reaching the next level... a peak legend!

Wow!

In the blink of an eye, Connor was dozens of meters away and slowly slashed at Yi Lin with his sword.

When he swings the sword, it feels like he is holding a mountain in his hand and letting it fall easily.

"die!"

Connor said nothing.

But among the lightning and flint, the ordinary giant sword seemed to absorb the surrounding light, making the scene on this level dim.

The distorted light and shadow formed a word in front of Yi Lin's eyes.

--【die】!

【Analytical Horizon】!

Yi Lin's eyes were covered with light.

Without hesitation, he entered the [Analytical Vision] state.

From the end of the giant sword, "trajectory lines" extend out, passing through Yi Lin's head without exception.

Deduce, calculate, try.

Under [Analytical Vision], Yi Lin has enough "time" to analyze the opponent's attack patterns and respond accordingly.

No……

But soon, Yi Lin was surprised to find that Connor's sword had no fancy trajectory, nor any "skill" effect hidden in it.

Just a sword!

The lead has faded away, and it is an extremely simple sword!

This sword even reminded Yi Lin of Mo Rendi's fist!

not good!

He and Mo Rendi... are the same kind of people!

The kind of person who breaks the limitations of his body with pure force!

"Tsk, you are the type I hate too."

In Yi Lin's "vision", Connor's giant sword suddenly accelerated. At that moment, Yi Lin's pupils shrank suddenly. When everything around him was flowing at a "slow speed", Connor's giant sword suddenly changed to a normal flow speed, making him feel like "his sword split time." "The illusion!"

The giant sword passed through Yi Lin's body, splitting him in half, but Connor frowned, smiled instead of being surprised, and swiped again. The giant sword did not cause any movement, and once again chopped "another" a hundred meters away. Yi Lin".

"call--"

Yi Lin exhaled a breath of air, and in a hurry, the auras on his wrists lit up, and [Free Method·Mirage] created countless phantoms, avoiding Connor's two swords.

The brief contact left a deep impression on Yi Lin.

Connor D. Solomon is a typical melee-type apostle. No, it should be said to be the ultimate melee-type. His control over his power has reached an incredible level. With that sword strike just now, when the huge sword shattered Yi Lin's phantom, the tip of his sword accurately stopped less than one centimeter from the ground, and then he quickly swung the second sword.

The connection between the two swords was smooth and smooth, without any unnecessary movements. Even things like "inertia" seemed to be "eliminated" by Connor. His two swords did not bring any damage to the surrounding environment or the ground. The highly concentrated power brought Yi Rin felt extremely palpitated.

Thousands of phantoms jumped repeatedly around the three candidate knights.

Every phantom in Yilin's "mirage" is equal to reality, with heartbeats and breathing, enough to make it look real.

After Connor looked around, he quickly landed on a phantom not far away and smiled slightly: "Unfortunately, it seems that our compatibility is not very good."

Yi Lin's face darkened.

Connor was right.

Even though Yi Lin didn't admit it.

But after a brief contact, Yi Lin understood one thing in the shortest time.

This man who carries a huge sword and uses pure close combat ability to reach the peak of the legendary level and will soon become a conquering knight in the future - Connor D. Solomon,

It's his "natural enemy"!

Natural nemesis!

Not to mention the undead.

In the circle of apostles, there has always been a talk of "nature".

The evolutionary direction of each apostle cannot cover all aspects.

Everyone has natural enemies.

Just like Yi Lin himself, all "cursed" abilities are ineffective against him, and he is the natural enemy of this type of apostle.

But at this moment, when facing Connor, Yi Lin intuitively told him that this person's evolutionary direction was completely opposite to his.

This is the smell of "natural enemy".

The compatibility between the two of them was extremely different.

"Hopefully we can have a good time."

Connor smiled politely, accurately judged Yi Lin's true identity, and slashed at Yi Lin with his mediocre New Year sword technique.

"cold!"

A figure approached from far away, as fast as a golden meteor, bright and dazzling.

A familiar golden knight's sword stung Yi Lin's eyes and blocked Connor's sword.

Miriam arrived in time to protect the cook.

Let’s listen to the breakdown next time.