Chapter 613： Dark Game Ultimate

The billowing black clouds engulfed the sky, and the black plume-like clouds shielded the noon sun tightly, without even a trace of light showing.

As if suddenly, darkness was everywhere. They released wildly, expanded unscrupulously, swallowing the blue sky inch by inch with the royal capital as the center, until all the corners of the memory world were obscured by shadows.

The villain has not yet appeared on the scene. Once the scene is set up and the atmosphere is set, the background is like being dragged directly to the doomsday set.

The palace was the first to bear the brunt, and the whole palace trembled. The earth-brown earth broke in the violent shaking, and some houses began to collapse.

No one is not afraid of earthquakes, especially for the ancients. In the eyes of the ancients, this kind of natural disaster is the proof of God's anger, and it is the indirect way of the gods inflicting sin on the world.

Soldiers and slaves fled from the collapsing palace in a panic, and some people did not escape at all, but knelt down and called the name of the **** of faith, praying for blessing.

There was a sound of laughter from heaven and earth?

The voice was low and vigorous, echoing dullly in the space sealed by the sky and the earth. A black burly phantom appeared between the sky and the earth, with red eyes, sharp teeth, and white bone spurs peculiar to the devil protruding from his mouth.

He was so big that he was so big as if the sky was too low and too short for him that he had to bend his back when he stood on the ground.

(A certain evil god: It's not labor and capital hunchback!)

Of course, the most striking thing is that it belongs to the arrogant and black dragon head under his crotch. It is really black and long, and his mouth is still spitting out invisible **** fire...

He appeared from the direction of the treasure house of the palace.

The duel between the priest Simon and Tapir Liang had already alarmed the others in the palace. After the dark game has finished processing, Aknadine, who ran to be the second and fifth son, was hurriedly leading the priests toward the treasure house when the great evil **** rushed out.

Halfway through, Dark Game was taken aback when he saw the huge black shadow of Thok appearing.

This is... the deity of the great evil **** in Tapir Liang?

But didn't he say that the condition for victory is to gather seven artifacts? Doesn’t it take seven thousand-year artifacts to be resurrected?

But at this moment, the seven artifacts are still in the hands of the Pharaoh and the priests, why did he tapir Liang still summon the deity of the great evil god?

Have the conditions of victory changed?

Dark Game was surprised, but the few players next to him were even more surprised than him, but their focus might be strange.

-Fuck! It's so big!

Worthy of being a great evil god, so dark and crude!

The sand sculptures snapped screenshots, and the power in the forum caused an uproar.

Simply outrageous!

When they arrived, the priest Simon was no longer here.

There was a mess in the palace treasury, the surroundings were blown to darkness, and countless precious treasures were torn apart. Half of the wall collapsed, and piles of cracked masonry piled up on the ground.

The priest Simon is no longer there.

The game of course clearly knows that this just means that there is one less NPC in his camp, which is a fictional image in this fictional world. But when I think of the same face of this priest and Grandpa Double Six, think of the way he gets along these days, think of his amiable appearance, the game still feels uncontrollable sadness.

Did such a thing happen three thousand years ago?

Did the priest Simon in the past sacrifice his life and soul for this country and for himself?

This was the old man's own decision, and it was his last stubbornness.

Dedicated to the end, it is only after death.

That's probably the same thing.

The body of the great evil **** Suok stood upright not far from the palace. If you walk closer, you will find that his lower body is in a semi-transparent state, and his entire body is protruding from the golden slab lying flat on the ground.

He has no entity, not yet.

Dark Game took the lead and went up.

The Cthulhu seemed to notice his approach and laughed lowly, two beams of red light shot from his scarlet eyes, which fell on the ground to form a human image.

It was Anmongliang, the host of the great evil **** Soke, still standing there wearing his big red robe, with a mocking and even seemingly impatient smile on his face.

"It's been a long time for you, Lord Pharaoh." Tapir Liang yawned, "You are so slow."

"Tapir Liang!"

The game ignored the obstacles of the priests behind him and stepped forward. He glanced at the huge black phantom and frowned: "What's the matter again?"

"As you can see, I decided to showdown." Tapir Liang sneered, "This is my true body, my true posture!"

When the voice fell, the sand sculpture at the back interrupted before the game answered.

"Brother Cthulhu, Brother Jie said he was dissatisfied and wanted to compete with you."

"Good guy, the epee has no edge, but it's not working. If you hit this big guy with a sword, I'm afraid it will break with a single sword, right?"

"..."

Tapir Liang had another insignificant "Tic Tac Toe" on his forehead.

MD is this group of mentally retarded children again!

Just as annoying as their master!

But Tapir Liang tried his best to ignore them, only snorted in a deep voice.

"As long as my deity is resurrected, not just everything in this memory sandbox, but even the real me will be awakened by the power drawn from this ultimate dark game!"

"What did you say?" The game frowned. "Are you saying that this dark game we are playing will still affect the outside world?"

"Good." Tapir Liang said proudly, "It's coming soon, the game. I will finish here what I couldn't finish three thousand years ago, and I will kill you-this time make sure that your soul is wiped out and no debris is left behind. .

Next, my deity will also be resurrected in this world, and the whole world will be transformed into purgatory and become something in my bag! "

After a pause, he patted his forehead and remembered something.

"Oh right. And those little friends of yours in this world, especially the container." Tapir Liang grinned, "I won't forget to entertain some of them in particular."

The pupils of the game shrank slightly, and then his eyes were squinted.

"It's over."

Some players have begun to realize the seriousness of the problem.

"Bet on a pack of spicy strips, the evil **** is already dead."

"Wang Yang: play around, don't joke about AIBO."

"..."

The game calmly calmly said: "But you haven't collected the Thousand-Year Artifacts, and you haven't been resurrected, have you?"

This was previously explained by Tapir Liang himself, the resurrection of the great evil **** Soke requires the collection of seven artifacts. Unless the rules change, he can't be resurrected.

"Yes." Tapir Liang didn't deny it. "Although the time for resurrection is approaching, I haven't been able to **** seven thousand-year-old artifacts from your hands. I really can't resurrect... Hey, but you guys. Haven't the seven artifacts already been gathered for me?"

"what?"

Only then did the game realize a problem.

He and his priests gathered here at the same time... the seven artifacts they carried, and even the stone slab that was dragged out of the treasure house by Tapir Liang, were all gathered here. Together.

"Okay, the final chapter of the dark game begins!" Tapir Liang jumped off the rock, opened his alchemy gladiator, and shouted, "Come on, Lord Pharaoh! The final and final dark game between us, The bet is the seven thousand-year artifacts!"