It was still the unknown place, the gambling table where stars gathered, a group of round viewers, and the people sitting on both sides of the gambling table.
This was the gambling scene. The moment Gatler took the initiative to ask for Merlin's hunting operation, the gambling that had been delayed for a long time was finally activated again.
It's like the flow of fate, pushing the story to the next node.
"Bang"
A phantom like a goddess of dawn shattered over the gambling table, representing the end of a story thrown by the bone dice of fate.
"Smacking"
The overlord Seber, leaning on the chair, clapped at the moment. He looked at the expressionless and black blindfolded death opposite the gambling table, and said:
"It is worthy of being the 'light of rebellion'. What a kettle that was taken away from the foreshadowing that I had carefully prepared. It seems that the Hydra line is meaningless. The addition of a double-faced spy made this story boring."
"Just good luck."
Faced with the praise of the opponent, Death said coldly and calmly:
"Merlin only cracked the first ring, and the main body of that organization is still hidden in the shadow, and it is still threatening."
"When the first ring was discovered, the open and hidden arrows behind them were no threat."
The Overlord looked at the scene where Merlin and Gatler were fighting against Gent, and he said with some regret:
"It's like a beast that is aware of the threat. It's only more alert when it moves forward, with a greater chance of avoiding those carefully prepared traps. But it doesn't matter."
He stretched out his finger and gently stroked the air beside him, then took out two cigars from the cracks in the air, threw one to the god of death Tyreon, opposite him. In the rising smoke, he said slowly:
"It's just an exposure of a line. Our cute little Merlin is still in danger. Give him enough time. He may be able to see through these crises, but unfortunately, I seriously doubt how much time is left for him?"
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Gao Tianzun who was in charge of the gambling game. He asked:
"Dear referee, tell us, how many rounds are there before the end of the story?"
Gao Tianzun looked at the luxurious counter condensed with bones, gems, crystals and light at hand. He said to the Overlord and the God of Death:
"The first round is demons and luck."
"The second round is night and partner, it was abolished halfway through."
"The third round is disputes and rebellion."
"The fourth round will be held next, and the total number of stories is 7 rounds."
Gao Tianzun explained in detail to the two gamblers and the bystanders around him:
"Although it is a seven-round game, the two need to note that the last round is the 'Fate' round. In that round, all the factors laid down by the two in the entire bet will explode together. Both, including us, cannot interfere with the story and direction of the last round."
"Merlin's ending, and the ending of this bet, will be truly revealed in the last round."
"So, the only way to interfere is to three dice rolls."
Gao Tianzun coughed lightly, he stretched out his hand, took out a key filled with light from the box at hand, and said to everyone in front of him:
"Now the story has entered the middle game, which means that the advanced forces that have been sealed before will join the context of this story."
"Kama Taj, Eternal Rock, Seven Lords of Hell, Asgard, Seven Lamps Legion, etc."
"So, I want to remind both of you"
Gao Tianzun raised the key in his hand, as if he was inserted into an invisible door. He said in a strange tone:
"Pray for your good luck. The addition of advanced power will make this game more exciting and dangerous. Once you have bad luck, our children Merlin may die in the story."
"You must know that once he dies, it means that the game is coming. That means that we have to choose another 'lucky person' from the hometowns of both of us and start a new game."
"That probably isn't what we want to see, right?"
"You are talking more and more nonsense!"
The Overlord said with a bad expression:
"Hurry open that damn lock and prepare for the next round of rolls."
"I think Mr. Cyber ​​said it well."
Death also spoke:
"As a referee, Lord Gao Tianzun, you seem to be a little too immersed in your own performance, which is a very unprofessional expression."
"Okay, okay."
Gao Tianzun rubbed his hands, and he twisted the key in the air. Amid the sound of mechanical collisions, he said in a deep voice:
"I'm just a little excited. You have to understand that I am a real gambler. I long to see the moment when all the cards are lifted. I long to see the carnival of victory and the lament of failure. I long to see the favor and spit out of fate."
"A bet will always have a winner"
"Let's see who the final winner is! Hahaha."
Amid Gao Tianzun's laughter, the key in his hand was completely broken at this moment, and various streams of light rushed from his palm to the stars behind him.
On the top of the snow-capped mountains of Nepal, where the plum forest is searching hard but cannot be found, in the flying snow, deep bells ringing in this cold night.
Hundreds of secret masters, who were wearing only thin crimson robes and had different skin colors on the cold night, stood on a snow-covered mountain stream platform led by several elders.
In front of them, above the towering ancient buildings, amid the sound of the blowing wind chimes, a complicated and complex super-large seal made of golden Mars illuminated the night, just like a lamp on the top of a mountain.
A slender figure slowly walked out of the vortex portal made of golden Mars.
She was leaning on a wooden staff in her hand, wearing a yellow hooded robe, and a quaint pendant embellished with bronze and gems hanging around her neck.
She walked in the heavy snow of goose feathers, but no snowflakes fell on her.
Even the fallen snow, the manifestation of the power of nature, seemed to be in awe of the person who returned from the distant sea of ​​time.
She walked to the edge of the building and looked down. In the Supreme Holy Place called Kamataj, all the secret mages bent down at this moment, saluting tribute to the master here, guardians of this world and dimension, and to the most powerful supreme mage.
"I'm back"
She was greeting her hometown, and her hometown was also responding to her. At this moment, the whole world seemed to have become active.
The wind stopped and the snow savaged, and the brightest starlight shone on her.
This is the world’s welcome to the Supreme Master and Ms. Ancient One.
The Supreme Master stretched out his hand, and a most perfect hexagonal snowflake fell into her white jade-like hand. In the cold wind, her hood was blown off gently, revealing the peaceful, beautiful face under the hood, and a um, slightly weird, bald head.
The snowflake melted in the hands of the Supreme Master who had returned from traveling, as if he had told the Guardian everything that happened during her absence.
The Supreme Master raised his head and looked at the starry sky above her head, and she whispered:
"The Kerry attacked the world. Are they provoking me in this way?"
The Supreme Master opened his fingers and a blue magic power gathered into a vivid spot of light. She looked at the spot of light and said:
"Go to Hala to bring my message."
"Say to the Supreme Wisdom, I need an explanation."
"Swish"
The moment she waved her hand, the blue light spot was like a green lightning, passing through the night sky in an instant, as if illuminating half of the world under the night.
—
At the same time as the Supreme Master returned, in some ancient galaxy in the center of this star, a low voice also sounded.
"Bang"
A distant echo sounded in the temple inside the rock, and accompanied by this echo, there was an old wizard sitting on a stone throne and just opened his eyes.
He was already very old, his gray beard almost drooped to the ground.
He was wearing a red robe, and in the middle of the robe, there was a yellow lightning sign.
He leaned on a staff that looked like trees and rocks. He lifted it up and pointed it to the ground, as if he was performing a ceremony.
At the moment when seven echoes fell, the temple in the dark was also illuminated by the blue magic light.
The old wizard looked at him. There were six open stone thrones around him, but there were no one on those thrones.
This place should have been a collective, but now he is the only one left.
He raised his head and looked to the other side of the temple. In the stone grids, there were various collections, including living, dead, statues, and magical objects enclosed on the stone platform.
"Demon Eyes, Contemplative Mites, and those gates"
The old wizard leaned weakly on the backrest of the throne, he said:
"Everything is there, everything is there, except the inheritor, there is no inheritor."
"Swish"
The old wizard raised his hand, and at the entrance of the temple opposite him, a dark red vortex of energy rotated rapidly, like a reopened door.
"Come on, come on."
"People with obsession and luck"
"Come and gain the power of the gods."
"Rock of Eternity"
"There must be a Shazan!"
"Clang"
On a magnificent planet outside the solar system, in the most magnificent and gorgeous golden palace on the planet, a royal warrior in armor and holding a spear rushed into the palace of the God King.
In the gaze of countless royal guards, the messenger took off his helmet, held it in his arms, and knelt on one knee, saying to Odin, the king of the gods, who was sitting on the throne of the Golden Palace, and the king of the gods of the nine kingdoms:
"Great Odin, we just detected familiar energy fluctuations."
"The Supreme Mage has returned to Midgart, and the Eternal Rock, which has been covered with hundreds of years, has also opened again!"
"The Seven Lords of Hell have held another dusk meeting, and the monitors of the Seven-Lights Legion have turned their attention to this starry sky again."
"The decisive battle between the Kerry and the Skru people was forcibly terminated by Emperor Sia's imperial guards, and the Nova Legion's plan to take back the border was declared unsuccessful."
One sudden news after another was told by the messenger in the hall of the Golden Palace. In Odin's court, the ministers and generals looked different, but any wise person could see from these messages that something was about to happen.
Among these seemingly loose and unconnected events, there seems to be some secrets that they have not been able to break.
And at the top of the Palace of the Golden Palace, Odin, who was sitting on the Throne of the Gods, was a little tired.
Even from the perspective of the Asgardians, the king of gods is a little too old. The most exciting years of his life have passed. No matter how powerful a warrior is, he will have the day he grows old.
Odin leaned on the throne and leaned on his legendary artifact, Gangnir, the Gun of Judgment, and he did not listen to the news brought back by the messenger.
He was thinking about an important thing.
That is the issue of inheritance of the Asgard throne.
Fortunately, Odin has many children in this life.
Unfortunately, the only brothers Thor and Loki are still around.
Fortunately, the inheritance of Asgard determines that the throne will be inherited by the best prince.
Unfortunately, both of Odin's sons are excellent.
For a talented and stubborn king, having two excellent sons is even more terrible than having no children
Odin didn't want to see his sons draw their swords and kill each other, but so far, he hasn't thought of a perfect solution.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"
Queen Friga, who was standing next to Odin, noticed that her husband was a little distracted. She whispered to remind Odin that the King of Gods was awake the next moment. He raised his head and saw everyone in the court looking at him, as if waiting for him to make a decision.
"Yeah, I get it."
Odin, who had a blind eye in the ancient war, whispered:
"Continue to observe and don't get involved. Tell Heimdal, don't miss any clues related to Asgard. An era of change is coming, and we must act carefully."
"As for your order, your Majesty."
The messenger retreated respectfully, and the King of Gods stood up. Under his gaze, the two ravens flew into the Golden Palace Temple almost one after another and landed on his throne.
The two ravens were chattering and saying something to Odin. This was Muning and Hu Jin, Odin's pet, and his eyes to observe the world and the stars, and his best messenger.
After hearing the news brought back by the raven, a smile appeared on the face of the King of Gods. He leaned on his gun of judgment and said to the generals and ministers in front of him:
"Everyone, my son Thor just sent back the good news. The fleet of Star Raiders who were trying to invade ours has been completely wiped out. My son is not ashamed of his bloodline, and he has won us an unprecedented victory!"
"In addition, my youngest son Loki has just used his wisdom to calm the disputes between several city-states in Yalfheim and once again brought peace to the nine kingdoms."
"Cheer, cheer for the son of Odin of courage and wisdom!"
Chapter completed!