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Chapter 52

The Darkborn Munro emerged as an unstoppable force.

At this time, all the high-level combatants on the field have lost their combat effectiveness.

The messenger of Pluto also suffered huge backlash due to the rupture of the bloody protective shield.

Meng Luo glanced coldly at the Ding Zongzhang Man Sanhu robot who was lying on the ground everywhere.

He didn't take advantage of the situation to kill the three of them.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

He didn't want to face those old guys dormant outside the cracks in time and space.

In the eyes of the old guy, this battle game is just a way for young people to grow up.

Whoever breaks some of the default rules first will surely be the target of public criticism.

Jiang Ming hid in the tide of skeletons below and continued to fight.

He was glad in his heart that Munro hadn't discovered him, otherwise he would have been the first to die.

But Jiang Ming clearly remembered that when Zhuge Feiyu changed the formation, the dark man Meng Luo was obviously trapped in the stone formation, how did he get out.

Looking at the dust and rags on Mengluo's body, Jiang Ming faintly had a bold idea in his heart.

That is, this dark descendant punched through the stone formation composed of countless stones!
Thinking of this, Jiang Ming suddenly felt a chill on his back, which was really scary.

Everyone on the field is already a mob.

Meng Luo's eyes were indifferent and cold, and his expression was expressionless.

Suddenly, the corners of the mouth were raised, and there was more in that smile, which was unruly and disdain for everyone.

As a dark descendant, the blood flowing in his bones is destined to be the one who stands on the top of the mountain.

What can the small stone formation do to him!
In the face of absolute power, under his tyrannical strength, not all of them were reduced to powder!
Meng Luo began to pace forward slowly, step by step towards the throne of the messenger of Hades.

And the messenger of Hades, who was seriously injured by the retaliation, used his little energy left to summon ten flaming skeleton knights.

Looking at the flame skull knights lined up side by side, Munro looked disdainfully.

The dagger in his hand shone with a faint blue light, as if telling a poignant death story.

And the objects of death in this story are the ten flame skull knights in front of them.

Constantly raising and lowering the knife.

Under the Youlan Dagger, the Flaming Skull Knight was like chopping melons and vegetables.

At this time, Monroe was no longer in a hurry.

The result is already determined, and he likes to slowly enjoy the pleasure of the harvesting process.

This battle seems to be coming to an end. Is this really the case?

Outside the cracks in time and space, the chess game above the clouds continues.

Now Robert has to think for a long time every time a chess piece falls.

One is because this chess game on the cloud is destined to lose, so it is better to delay for a while.

Furthermore, although the chess game on the cloud will lose, but the chess game in the space-time crack, looking at the situation inside, it seems that I will win.

Robert held the sunspot in his hand. After thinking for a long time, he finally dropped it slowly.

Although he knew that the placement point was not a very good one, it didn't matter, he just wanted to delay it.
He looked at the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt opposite and said with some pride:

"Brother Zifang, this time, you seem to be losing."

"Really?"

The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt named Zifang had a calm and steady face without any waves.

This middle-aged man in Confucian shirt seems to have always been like this.

It was as if nothing in the world could move him, not even landslides, tsunamis, mountains of swords, seas of fire, even death in the next second.
Although he often showed a calm and calm look on his face, anyone who really knew him knew that deep down in the middle-aged man's heart was actually a kind of indifference, a kind of indifference that was difficult to put into words.

In other words, there is a little bit of smoke and fire that belongs to the world alone.

In his long life, everything can be chess.

When someone questioned this middle-aged man in Confucian shirts, he would always smile slightly, and speak in a low voice of the textures on the road in his heart:
Great love has no boundaries, and elephants have no form.

There is no trace of justice, and the avenue is ruthless.

But no matter what the process is, every time the layout game is played, this middle-aged man in Confucian shirt can always win. In the game with a foreign race, he is rarely taken advantage of by the opponent.

Perhaps in this turbulent and chaotic world, everyone recognizes a person who can bring good results.

As Robert's black stone fell, the white stone in the middle-aged man's hand also fell.

No hesitation, neat and tidy.

"Brother Robert, the outcome is not yet known, so how do you know whether to win or lose? Even at the last moment, there are other possibilities."

The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt had a calm tone, as if he was chatting about some trivial things about his parents.

"Win or lose, everything is possible before the game is over."

"Before this, you and I on the balance have a 50.00% probability."

"And what determines which side the balance of victory tilts in the end is, of course, how much effort you put into this chessboard."

"Actually, I feel that this chess game may be reversed."

The possibility of reversing this game of chess. Of course Robert knew which game of chess the middle-aged man in Rushan was talking about.

Could it be that the situation in the space-time rift is not clear enough?
It is an undoubted fact that my dark descendant's excellent blood, Meng Luo, is the final winner in the field.

Could it be that this middle-aged man in Confucian shirt, who always has a calm expression on his face, has a back-up plan?

Or is it that he is just pretending to be brave and quick to speak.

However, thinking of the gaming ability of this middle-aged man in Confucian shirts, Robert felt a faint worry about Meng Luo in the crack of time and space.

The chessboard and chess pieces are intertwined with black and white.

The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt was still standing still, standing there like an insurmountable mountain.

In this chaotic era, in the game of chess pieces, when he is there, other chess players can only stand on their backs.

If he is called the second, who dares to be the first.

"An De wins and loses the hand, holding the son determines the universe."

As the chess pieces of the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt fell one by one, the balance of victory began to favor him.
In the space-time rift, the long-lasting snowflakes are still falling.

Under the foggy and snowy curtain, blood-dyed flowers bloom occasionally, which is desolate and tragic.

And the bright red flag fluttering in the wind is still standing tall.

However, the difference from before is that there are many holes and rags on its body, which are its badge of glory.

But this time, the person guarding the flag was no longer Jiang Ming, but Zhao Sanyuan.

A group of freshmen from Gaowu Academy watched the battle for the throne of bones, and they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Most of their strengths are at the first level, and it is difficult for them to even cross the long tide of skeletons, let alone fight against alien races and flame skeleton knights.
Jiang Ming and Zhou Dazhuang got separated without knowing when they got up.

Jiang Ming is quietly moving towards the throne of bones.

And Zhou Dazhuang, bearing his scapegoat, was trying to defend on the spot.

"Jiang Zi, you must be alive." Da Zhuang shouted inwardly.

At this moment, the corner of his clothes was tugged.

Immediately afterwards, the little loli's soft and cute requesting voice came to his ears.

"The big man is going out soon, can you protect Xiaotang?"

(End of this chapter)