Infinity Throne

The golden knight sword and the gray giant sword couldn't completely touch each other at the moment of collision.

There is a distance of several centimeters between the swords.

The space inside was distorted, and after a crisp sound, the inside was like a colorful and broken mirror.

In the narrow gap, it seems that an infinite universe is hidden.

Time seems to stand still.

boom!

After being still for a second, the golden knight's sword was bounced away by the huge force of the rebound.

Mirien took the opportunity to hug Yi Lin, and Gululu rolled out more than ten meters away.

During the rolling process, Mirien reflexively used her armor to bear the slight damage caused by the rolling.

Because in her impression, the body that cooks is very weak.

Connor looked shocked and took a few steps back because of Miriam's sword.

Mirien endured the pain in her body and took off Yi Lin's mask without mercy.

"It's really you!"

Miriam's tone was both happy and sad.

The reason she was happy was that she could reunite with the cook here.

Sad because, being able to meet again here means...he is dead.

Mirien took it for granted that at the end of "The Age of Gods", she and Yilin used their own power to blast the Holy Grail at the same time. Both of them withstood the backlash of destroying the Holy Grail and died together.

If he didn't survive, wouldn't his death have been in vain?

Miriam's thin eyebrows knitted together, her face sullen and speechless.

"You...heh."

The moment Yi Lin saw Miriam and said the word "you", she naturally felt relieved again.

This is the final undead war where the elites of the four districts gather.

As the Knight King of the Tower of War server, Mirien should appear here.

"sorry."

Yi Lin said something.

He is apologizing for what happened in the Age of Gods.

Mirien climbed up from Yi Lin expressionlessly, ignoring the dirt on her body, and pointed the knight sword in her hand at Connor.

She didn't seem to hear Yi Lin's words.

But both Yi Lin and Miriam were clear-minded.

She heard it.

But she ignored it.

At this time.

Boom, boom, boom.

Heavy footsteps approached from deep in the forest.

Oda Mai chased Mirien and chopped down nine floors.

I don't know why, but Miriam seemed to be very familiar with her, but she has been reluctant to take action seriously.

This move actually aroused Oda Mai's strong desire to win, and she had to kill Mirien, so she fought with Mirien.

She chased Mirien all the way to the ninth floor of Babylon, and happened to see Mirien getting up from Yilin.

Feeling a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Oda Mai didn’t know why.

She tightened her grip on the knife in her hand.

Huh?

Yi Lin didn't have time to be happy after seeing each other again after a long absence.

He noticed something.

"Why are you still wearing your silly hair?"

Yi Lin asked.

The elastic hair on Mirien's forehead slowly curled up, like a question mark, but she did not answer directly.

Mai Oda also arrived at the scene.

She tightened her grip on the knife and didn't let go.

"So, you know her?"

Oda Mai asked with a sullen face, staring into Yi Lin's eyes.

The smile on Yi Lin's face froze, but he smiled and spread his hands, calmly changing the topic: "I don't think now is the time to talk about this issue."

…

"oh?"

Connor first looked at Miriam, and then at Mai Oda.

His eyes lit up.

Apparently, Mirien and Mai Oda aroused his interest.

Don’t get me wrong, Connor D. Solomon is a pure swordsman.

His only obsession is the giant sword in his hand.

What can arouse his interest is the collision of knives and swords, the flying of blood and flesh, and the wailing of the opponent dying under his sword, nothing more.

In Connor's opinion, Oda Mai and Miriam are obviously much more interesting than Yi Rin.

Fighting with the mental side is so boring.

"Why don't you all come together?"

Connor's giant sword touched the ground diagonally, and his other hand hooked towards Oda Mai and Miriam respectively: "Time is running out, I hope you can stay for me, Connor D. Solomon, before you die. A time that will last a lifetime.”

"snort."

"snort."

Oda Mai and Miriam snorted coldly and charged at Connor at the same time.

actually,

Whether it is Oda Mai or Miriam, both of them have their own pride.

If they were alive, they would never bother to join forces to deal with the same person.

Mai Oda has the pride of a swordsman, and Miriam also has the pride of a knight king.

only,

This long undead career, the cruel battles between life and death, gradually smoothed the edges of their pride.

At this moment, they are just "undead souls" killing each other in order to survive.

Mirien and Oda Mai took action at the same time.

boom!

The ground seemed to have been bombarded by missiles, with deep ravines plowed out.

The ground was shaking, and in the blink of an eye, the melee between the three of them spread from here to hundreds of meters away. It was difficult for others to see clearly the movements of the three people fighting, and they could only see three shadows leaping in the forest.

After Connor stopped Yi Lin,

The thin, dark old man and Gu Tianqing, who had been watching with cold eyes, finally made their next move.

Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Lin with a smile, but there was no luster in his eyes.

The tall, thin old man smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and clicked and twisted his neck.

"I suggest that we don't create unnecessary complications." Before the black and thin old man was about to take action, Gu Tianqing suddenly smiled at the black and thin old man and said: "The instructions given to us by 'above' are to ensure our quota and the 'result' of the bet, nothing more. .”

The skinny black old man's face changed slightly and he fell into deep thought.

Gu Tianqing pulled out a tarot card, glanced at it from an angle that only she could see, and said with a smile: "I think you don't want to be resented by the 'gods'. You know, what we are doing now is also It’s not a glamorous thing.”

"call."

The thin black old man took a long breath, and his changing expression returned to calm. He laughed twice and stared at Gu Tianqing coldly: "Boy, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. If you want to show off your With your intelligence, it would be too superficial to get more 'benefits' from your 'sir'."

"Yeah~" Gu Tianqing made an expression of "I'm a little embarrassed after having my little thoughts exposed", and patted the dark and thin old man on the shoulder: "At least, we are not hostile yet, right?" After Gu Tianqing said, Blinked.

The thin black old man accepted this statement.

Gu Tianqing is right.

They are "candidate knights" who know more than the average undead.

What makes the black and thin old man despair is that the ending of this seemingly cruel game is doomed from the beginning.

From the beginning, the choice of "Knight" has been destined, and no one can change it.

He was grateful that he was chosen.

Being a substitute sounds a bit frustrating, but if you think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

The gods can destroy the world with a snap of their fingers, not to mention that those who control this vast gambling game are "those" who are above the gods.

The more he knew, the more he felt his own insignificance. In front of the "upper" power, he was humbler than an ant, struggling for charity.

Ignorance is bliss.

The undead have "hope" in their hearts because of their "ignorance", but they don't know that what the gods above like most is to see the ants' hopes shattered and they suddenly fall into boundless despair. Just like when some humans tease ants, they don't like to crush them to death. Sometimes they are flooded and sometimes burned. It is quite fun to overlook the ants struggling in front of various "difficulties".

The thin, dark old man stepped into the altar.

A green beam of light engulfed him.

In an instant,

The "dome" above the head, the tenth layer of land, became transparent and clear.

The hazy shadows are like the excited audience in the Colosseum, or the gentlemen wearing "mock masks" at the masquerade, ready to move in the vast sky of stars.

The moment the tall, thin old man stepped in,

in the starry sky,

A green beam of light penetrated him.

The green seat thousands of feet high is like a mysterious celestial body that towers over all things. The light and shadow on the seat are colorful, and the twisted evil charm is like substance, looming behind the dark and thin old man.

"However, this does not affect me from adding a little bit of fun to the end of the dance."

Before Gu Tianqing stepped into the altar and officially transformed into the "Death Knight", he pondered for a moment about the tarot card he had drawn before. Gu Tianqing smiled and shook the tarot card.

Dark light struck Yi Lin.

Yi Lin knew very well that Gu Tianqing had become an "enemy". With a flick of his wrist, he activated the shadow blade and turned into a shadow to escape.

But the speed of the light turned from the card exceeded the limitations of space, and it teleported towards Yi Lin.

"Thinking body!"

Light as bright as stars gathered into a giant of light behind Yi Lin.

Yilin's true body is hidden in her mind body.

The dark light merges into the mind body.

Yi Lin's expression changed.

But he didn't notice anything strange.

At this time, Gu Tianqing walked towards the altar.

The hundred-foot-tall Nianti giant punched Gu Tianqing.

At the same time that the mind body took action, circles of dark light swayed from Yi Lin's body.

The power of disaster!

"Let the world feel pain from now on!"

The force of disaster that was heading towards Gu Tianqing was blocked by the dark light floating on his body.

Gu Tianqing turned back indifferently. At this moment, the smile on his face was gone. His eyes were as dark as ink, without the whites of his eyes. It was so weird that after looking back, he would become another creature. No feelings, no emotions, no joy or sorrow.

He is like a puppet without a will.

"It's useless. The sad thing is that no matter how hard you and I try and struggle, the 'result' is already determined before the 'start'."

Gu Tianqing smiled.

A card is shaken out.

【The Hanged Man】.

The scene in front of Yi Lin's eyes turned upside down.

It was not just Yilin who was turned upside down. Connor, Mai Oda, and Miriam, who were fighting fiercely on this land, were suddenly turned upside down in front of their eyes, with their heads in the sky and their feet on the ground, falling downwards.

What is reversed is not the view in front of everyone.

This is not an illusion either.

It's this world that's turned upside down!

With the power of Gu Tianqing!

Gu Tianqing sighed: "This is not the path you should take, so farewell, my president."

After that, he also stepped into the altar.

Gu Tianqing's figure appeared in the starry sky.

The shadows representing the "gods" were completely boiling.

Do gods also have joys and sorrows?

some.

They made a heavy bet in this bet.

The moment the results are produced, they have corresponding joys and sorrows due to the "results".

Under the starry sky, there was thunder, deafening.

Red thunder pierced the long night.

Pieces of starry sky were shattered, filled with the anger of the gods.

The shadow of death completely overwhelmed Gu Tianqing.

He...became the agent of "death".

As he said at the end,

Each tower can only give birth to one knight.

The moment Gu Tianqing stepped into the altar and became a "death knight", it meant that Yilin's path to the tenth floor was completely cut off.

yes,

What Gu Tianqing is about to usher in may not necessarily be a bright future.

Maybe he will lead to a more desperate path.

But Yi Lin cut off... the future at the moment when Gu Tianqing officially became a "Death Knight"!

"It's so noisy..."

A blond young man, with ripples like water under his feet, walked from far to near, entering the sight of all the undead.

He has slightly curly blond hair, which looks as if it has been washed and rejoiced, exuding a beautiful luster. His eyes were flawless green, like two rare emeralds.

The young man wore a robe with gold trim on the sleeves and a pair of ordinary black-framed eyes on the bridge of his nose. He waved friendly to Yi Lin: "Friends from the East, I'm sorry, I'm late. Can you let me pass by? ?”

He pointed to the altar behind Yi Lin.

"I think you have lost the qualification to compete for the 'candidate'. Sorry, out of politeness as a scholar, I should introduce myself before talking to you."

The young man was polite and made a ceremonial gesture that made Yi Lin's scalp tingle slightly - he was too familiar with this gesture.

The young man's green eyes exuded a gem-like brilliance, appearing and disappearing.

"My name is Bartholomew Dylan, from the Clock Tower, an ordinary magician... monarch."