Chapter 613: dark game final
The billowing black clouds engulfed the sky, and the lead-like black clouds completely obscured the midday sun, not even a shred of light was revealed.
As if all of a sudden, darkness is everywhere. They released wildly, expanded unscrupulously, and devoured the blue sky inch by inch with the capital as the center, until all the edges and corners of the entire memory world were covered by shadows.
The villain has not yet appeared, and as soon as the atmosphere is set up in this scene, the background is like being dragged directly to the doomsday studio.
The palace was the first to bear the brunt, and the entire palace trembled. The earth-brown earth cracked 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 was the proof of the wrath of the gods, and it was the gods who brought sins to the world in an indirect way.
Soldiers and slaves hurriedly escaped from the collapsing palace, and some did not escape at all, but fell to their knees and called out the names of the gods they believed in, praying for blessings.
There was a sound of... laughter?
The voice was low and powerful, echoing dully in the space sealed by the sky and the earth. A burly black phantom appeared between heaven and earth, with red eyes, sharp teeth, and white bone spurs unique to the devil protruding from his mouth.
He was insanely huge, so big that the sky was too low and too short for him, so that he had to bend his back as he towered over the earth.
(A certain evil god: It's not the hunchback of labor and capital!)
Of course, the most striking thing is the majestic pitch-black dragon head under his crotch.
He appeared from the direction of the palace treasury.
The duel between the priest Simon and Tapir Liang had already alarmed the others in the palace. After the dark game, Aknadin, who ran to be the second and fifth boy, was hurriedly leading the priests to the direction of the treasure house when the evil **** came out.
Halfway through the road, Dark Game was taken aback when he saw Sok's huge shadow emerge.
This is... the deity of the evil **** in the body of Tapir?
But didn't he say that the victory condition is to collect all seven artifacts? Doesn't it take seven thousand-year-old artifacts to be resurrected?
But at this time, the seven artifacts are still in the hands of the pharaoh and the priest, why did he still summon the deity of the evil god?
Has the victory conditions changed?
Dark Game was surprised, but the players next to him were even more surprised than him, but their focus might be strange.
—Fuck! So big!
As expected of the Great Evil God, such a dark and crude sin!
The sand sculptures took screenshots, and the power in the forum caused an uproar.
Just outrageous!
When they arrived, the priest Simon was no longer here.
The palace treasury was a mess, the surroundings were bombed to pitch black, and countless precious treasures were shattered. Half of the walls collapsed, and piles of cracked masonry piled up on the ground.
Priest Simon is no longer there.
Of course, the game clearly knows that this just means that there is one less NPC in his camp, which is just a fictional image in this fictional world. But thinking of the exact same face of this priest and grandfather Shuangliu, thinking of getting along with him these days, thinking of his amiable appearance, the game still can't help feeling sad.
Did something like this happen three thousand years ago?
Did the past priest Simon also sacrifice his life and soul for this country and himself?
This is the old man's own choice, and it is also his last stubbornness.
Bow down and die.
Probably that's what happened.
The body of the Great Evil God Sok is standing not far from the palace. If you get closer, you will find that his lower body is translucent, and the entire body is protruding from the golden slate lying flat on the ground.
He has no entity, not yet.
Dark Games took the lead.
The Great Evil God seemed to have sensed his approach and let out a low laugh. Two beams of red light shot out from his scarlet eyes and fell on the ground to form a human image.
It was Dark Tapirian, the host of the great evil **** Sok, who was still standing there in his large red robe, with a mocking and even impatient smile on his face.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Lord Pharaoh." Tapirang yawned, "You guys are really slow."
"Tapirang!"
The game ignored the obstruction of the priests behind him and stepped forward. He glanced at the huge black phantom and frowned: "What's going on here?"
"As you can see, I've decided to showdown." Tapirang sneered, "This is my true body, my true posture!"
The voice fell, and the game hadn't answered yet, and the sand sculpture behind interrupted.
"Brother Evil God, Brother Jie said that he is not convinced and wants to compete with you."
"My good fellow, the heavy sword has no front and is ingenious. If I hit this big guy with a sword, I'm afraid it will be cut in two directly, right?"
"..."
Tapir Liang's forehead was indistinctly marked with the word "Well".
MD is another group of mentally handicapped children!
Just as annoying as their master!
But Tapir tried his best to ignore them and just snorted coldly.
"As long as my deity is resurrected, not only everything in this memory sandbox, but even the real me will wake up with the power drawn from this ultimate dark game!"
"What did you say?" The game frowned, "You mean the dark game we are playing will still affect the outside world?"
"That's right," Tapirang said triumphantly, "very soon, game. I'll do what I couldn't do three thousand years ago, and I'll kill you—this time to make sure your soul will be wiped out, leaving no shards behind. .
Next, my deity will also be resurrected in this world, and then the whole world will be turned into purgatory and become my possession! "
After a pause, he patted his forehead and remembered something.
"Oh right. And your friends in this world especially that container." Tapirang grinned, "I won't forget to treat them specially."
The game's pupils shrunk, and then he narrowed his eyes, his face was solemn, and his sight quickly became cold and severe.
"It's over."
Some players have begun to realize the seriousness of the problem.
"Betting on a pack of spicy sticks, the Great Evil God is already a dead person."
"Wang Xiang: Playing and playing, don't make fun of AIBO."
"..."
The game calmly said, "But you haven't collected all the Millennium Artifacts, and haven't been resurrected, have you?"
This is what Tapirang himself explained before. The resurrection of the great evil **** Sok deity requires the collection of seven artifacts. Unless the rules are changed, he can't be resurrected.
"That's right." Tapir Liang didn't deny it, "Although it's approaching the time of resurrection, I haven't been able to grab seven thousand-year-old artifacts from you, so I really can't be resurrected... Hey, but you guys Didn't you already put together the Seven Divine Artifacts for me?"
"what?"
Only then did the game realize a problem.
He and the priests under him gathered here at the same time...the seven artifacts they carried, and even the slate dragged from the treasury by Tapirian, have been collected at this moment. Together.
"Okay, the final chapter of the dark game has begun!" Tapirang jumped off the rock, opened his alchemy arena, and shouted, "Come on, Lord Pharaoh! The final and final dark game between us, The stake is those seven thousand-year-old artifacts!"
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