Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 521

2021-12-09

Chapter 520 Ring

Mr. Riedel got three vacancies at the expense of three life experiences Items that pay lifespan to get effects. Shade guessed the price was "paying for lifespan", probably because he was just an ordinary person himself. If it is a demoness or a ring warlock to bet, it is most likely to be a payout spirit.

So while myriad forms impermanence can indeed play a huge role in the game, given that there are only ten grooves per side of the game, so much use as it is now pays for the lifespan feature Sex cards are actually not the best solution to win the game.

It's just that Shade and Mr. Riddle had no other choice.

"No, and even if there is, I can't give it to you."

Shade said, now the two sides are evenly matched, but if the last card is still myriad form impermanence, It means that the black robe God of Gamblers has an extra battle strength out of thin air. Mr. Riedel wants to win by using props again at the expense of lifespan.

"Then the last groove."

"This is your gamble, Mr. Riddle, so end it with your own experience."

Shade places his hand on the other's shoulder again.

"But the experience of Fort Dread can't form a card. This game is part of the adventure of Fort Dread. There are regulations at the gambling table, and the game itself cannot be regarded as the experience at the table, so Fort Dread is not counted either. ."

Mr. Riddle said, but Shade shook his head:

"What I'm going to say is, indeed, related to your current experience, but not your adventures in the Dreadfort, and It's this."

Mr Riddle turned to see Shade pointing at himself:

"It was you and me."

middle- The aged man's eyes widened slightly.

"You met me in the last moments of life and death. You don't know who I am, a man, a ghost of the Dreadfort, or a messenger of a god, you don't even know if I exist, and Or it's just your dying fantasy. But with my help, you gambled with the gods, and you've come to the end. Mr. Riddle, I think your encounter with me is probably the most important thing in your life. Experience?"

Shade asked softly, and Mr. Riddle was nodded:

"Yes, even if I forget what happened here after leaving the Dreadfort, this This experience will also be engraved in my soul forever, until I walk towards madness and death."

He extended the hand and put it in the last table groove, and after a long time he put his hand Take it off, and a brand new card appears.

On the card, Mr. Riddle's own upper body appeared from the perspective of looking up from the desktop. Mr. Riddle in the card looked towards the top, while the real Mr. Riddle looked towards the bottom.

Shade's face does not appear on the card, only his hand rests on Mr. Riddle's shoulder. As for him being able to be sure that it was his own hand, it was because it was covered with golden cracks like burning embers.

Bronzing letters appear slowly from the top of the card like flowing gold liquid, and the name of the card is [Future Man].

"So you are."

Mr. Riddle looked back sharply, looking towards Shade, but didn't say the answer in the end:
"It's good, you really exist. "

Thousands of words finally turned into this sentence, and he sat upright for the end of the game.

The card shone with the glow of the silver moon, and after a while, Shade's silhouette really appeared on the card. This is what Shade looks like now, with fissures of "divine afterglow" all over his body.

This made the real Shade sighed in relief at the table, and he was originally worried that it was the normal Erhuan himself who appeared. In this way, Mr. Riedel loses the game if he doesn't activate the items that consume lifespan.

The last card of the gods is still Demoness, just a Demoness who covers his face with a black veil and wears a black veil skirt with a terrifying temperament.

Shade's illusory shadow stood with demons, giant dragons and sea monsters, and as twenty dazzling streams of light flowed down the tabletop grooves to the center of the tabletop, everything on the tabletop could move. Phantom, all rushed to the center of the gaming table.

This is the most realistic and terrifying battle to date. In the nine fights just now, although both sides had their own winners and losers, the illusory shadows called out by the cards will not cause real wounds on the images due to injuries.

And with all twenty cards appearing at this time, it seems that the game is really complete at this moment. The two collided violently. The flesh and blood stumps of Demoness, the body fragments of giant dragons, demons and sea monsters, with the flash of aura and violent explosions, even flew out of the gaming table.

The tabletop was cracked due to the real effect of supernatural power, and Mr. Riddle at the table was almost unable to breathe due to the scorching air and the fierce wind pressure. And once the character or monster corresponding to the card is injured, the card in the groove of the table will also crack.

Even now, both sides can attack shrines, temples, cannibal houses, and rune swords in the hands of demons, so all cards have cracks of varying depths.

This kind of brutal and brutal combat like a meat grinder, even Shade has never seen.

He moved his gaze to the back of the table on Mr. Riddle's side, and found that the illusory shadow representing him did not join the battle, but walked towards the three myriad forms impermanence cards.

He waved at the holy silver moon floating above the [myriad forms impermanence·silver moon], and the gaming table props that could only be touched by Mr. Riddle actually flew to Shade's illusory shadow.

"I lost ownership of the table prop! It's become something like a rune sword!"

Mr. Riddle was more surprised than Shade.

Shade, holding the silver moon, walked to the center of the gaming table in the battle, but still did not join the battle. He suddenly raised his right hand behind the relatively large body of the sea monster, so that the silver moon came to the top of his head.

The silver moon, which was originally just a faint glow, suddenly lit up. Before Mr. Riddle could react to what happened, Shade suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart:

"Not good! Get away!"

Miniature The real battle itself made Mr. Riddle feel dangerous, and the first time Shade gave the reminder, he shrank directly under the table. Of course, the hand did not forget to press on the stool to prevent the game from being judged as a timeout.

Because there is no other place to dodge in the room, Shade also crouched down. Neither of the two looked upwards, but their eyes observed the next second, the silver moonlight like the sun erupting from the center of the table.

Even for Shade, it took several seconds for the stinging sensation in his eyes to subside.

Mr. Riddle covered his eyes and groaned. It took him a minute to let go, but Shade still saw his eyes were red and swollen and weeping.

Helps Mr. Riddle in his treatment, and at this point there is no other movement above, the fight seems to be over, Shade and Mr. Riddle cautiously stick their heads out from under the table:

"Is this... the end?"

The tabletop had returned to its calm, all the illusory shadows were gone, only the shimmering light that flowed down the grooves.

Mr. Riddle cautiously sat back on the stone chair, and Shade stood up, patting the dirt on him.

Among the twenty cards of both sides, three myriad forms impermanence cards were automatically popped out of the grooves and scattered on the table. Of the other seventeen cards, only the [Future Man] remained intact, and the other cards were all shattered into pieces.

It seems that the moonlight that Shade illusory shadow erupted just now indiscriminately damaged all the targets on the desktop except itself.

"Excuse me, God, did I win?"

Mr. Riddle asked cautiously, Shade waved his hand, and three cards automatically flew to his hands.

"Yes."

This is the black robe deity across the table, speaking for the first time since Shade saw him. He spoke the same language as Mr. Riddle, and the voice was that of a man. Because only a two-syllable word was spoken, no more information could be judged from the sound.

"You said that if I won the bet, I could make a wish?"

"Yes."

The voice still came from the black robe. Down.

"I'm getting out of here! Get out of here with all the memories!"

"Choose one. Get out of here, keep the memories."

This is not The voice that came from under the black robe was the answer given in unison by corpses of varying degrees of decay leaning against the wall.

When Shade first came here, they also informed the vague rules of [Life's Gamble] in this way.

"Alright then, I choose to leave here."

Mr. Riddle said in frustration, turned his head and looked towards Shade:
"Sir, I'm really happy , it's really nice to meet you here."

He formally extended his hand to Shade, and Shade held his hand in relief, although it was a bit unfathomable mystery, the card The game is finally over:
"Mr. Riddle, it is my honor to meet you over a thousand years and to complete this game together. I admire you, your wisdom, and your experience."

He didn't say much, not even introducing his name.

"In fact, I think courage is more important than wisdom."

The ancient prophet said softly, he looked at Shade seriously, as if he wanted to engrave his image in My own soul:

"I don't know what you're here for, or what the future looks like. But I'll try to remember everything here and, if possible, study myriad forms. , I hope this will give you some help as my insignificant thanks."

"Don't worry, from my point of view, you really did it."

Shade said Mr. Riddle, startled, followed by a smile on his face:

"Look, I knew, I could do it. You told me, I reminded you, it's also a 'circle '. This is the blessing of my lord [Mr. Huan]!"

PS: The format of "Information 2-Shade's Mystic Art and Spell" has been changed to make it clearer. The content has not been changed, you can take a look if you are interested.