After saying a word, it was not only the Maharaja in front of Marcus, but also the strange eyes that came from the rulers who were respectfully crawling on both sides of the throne, and even the curtains.

Even the lightning shining above the sky seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Everything is silent.

Only the diplomats in the wheelchair were looking at each other with their enemies.

The wreckage of the old world, the fragments of Gaia.

That is the remnant from [Element of Destruction, Old Gaia].

In fact, if you look at the whole, it may be inappropriate to call it Gaia, but if you want to call it the world, it may be a bit exaggerated.

That's just a synonym.

What it points to is the world that wants to destroy humanity.

In this era of mankind, the first generation world was completely destroyed by the astronomical club.

This is indeed a helpless move. After all, no one would have thought that there would be something like "will" in the world before that.

But after losing all the walls transformed by gods, under the radiation of the abyss, the present situation began to gradually become distorted... gradually giving birth to malicious intentions and targeting children.

Floods and surging waves, storms and droughts, lava and fire, meteorites and barren lands, the strange fog that swallows everything and even the darkness that grows rapidly under the crypt...

This is the origin of all border foundations such as the endless sea, the fog country, the iron rain wasteland, the earth and fire domain, etc.

Before Gaia was destroyed, it was enough to shake the entire world, destroy all civilizations, and kill all human beings.

Just like the mother who killed her offspring.

When the butcher's knife is raised, what else can the offspring besides crying?

Only when the two depend on each other can they survive from the abyss formed by infinite depths. When one of them deviates from this part, everything is pushed down on the edge of the precarious cliff.

Only the last choice is left.

If the world wants to destroy humanity, then it will destroy the world first.

If the opponent is too threatening and has to be killed, but at the same time it is too important and has to be preserved, then there is only the only way left...

【Harmless】

The first World Destruction Plan and the World Creation Plan were the miracle of the Pioneer Association as a scholar organization to transform into an Astronomical Society.

Under the promotion of the entire territory, miracles accomplished by people.

Disintegrate, separate, recreate, and then regroup to form a brand new world.

Artificially simulate the cycle of hell and regenerate the present situation.

The direct consequence is that the world that wants to kill humans no longer exists, and the emergence of the three major blockades and a new world is formed.

Present, borders and hell form a new cycle.

And the old world died completely.

Countless fragments sank into the endless abyss of darkness.

The love that has disappeared, the hatred that cannot be disappeared, the sorrow that is killed by the children, the despair of wanting to kill the children, and even the eternal pain...

Perhaps, there are some crucial essences.

But that was no longer important to the present situation at that time.

And now, Marcus has re-introduced the old story again.

Arriving at the core of the Sea of ​​Thunder, facing one of the few people who were at the top even in the abyss, he made his own request.

"Is my expression clear? Maharaja." He asked.

"Clear and straightforward, there is no room for any misunderstanding." The Maharaja nodded and looked at his appearance. A subtle expression appeared on the face that looked like a human.

"Then why not respond to me?"

Marcus asked: "Is it because I am not sincere enough? Or is my visit too abrupt? If you want to follow the old rules, you can throw me away from here, and then let my old bone climb up from below and say the same thing to you again."

"I'm just waiting."

The Maharaja shook his head regretfully: "I hope you can hesitate, or think more about your purpose. Friendship is rare, Marcus. For the sake of your courtesy and respect for me, you still have the chance to take back this sentence."

"But I was never the one who came here, right?"

The diplomat ignored the kindness, aggressive, and ignored the kindness from the supreme ones.

The turbid eyes also widened, and a solemn and hoarse declaration: "What I represent is the present situation, the astronomical meeting, and the combination of all glory and meaning in this world.

I am your enemy, Maharaja, why do you disdain me so much?"

When he started to speak, the sound of him was no longer an old man. In his hoarse voice, there was a will that was harder than iron and hotter than the sun.

Ask a solemn question:

"Aren't I enough to be an enemy of you?"

In the silence, only opposite the low table, the squatting man sighed silently, turned around, and walked towards the open darkness behind him, the throne that seemed to occupy the world.

Every time I took a step, my tough body became bigger, and the thunder in the sky also roared.

It was as if a giant was trampling on the earth, causing all to whine.

Until the end, the throne that broke through the top of the hall and penetrated deep into the thunder clouds once again appeared a huge figure that filled the entire world.

"If that's the case, then I can only respond positively to you, Marcus."

The bright golden eyes emerged from the face of the dark giant, looking down, and no longer concealed the cruelty and cruelty of the ruler: "What you want, the wreck of you, is in my hands."

"It is true that the killing realm is useless to me, it is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it, but that is my collection after all. Even in the treasures of the Sea of ​​Thunder, it is enough to be ranked in the top five.

Why should I give it to you?"

In the howling wind and loud noises, the old man raised his thin arms in the wheelchair and struggled to support his body, looking up at the King of Hell in front of him.

"Then why not come and have a bet, how about it?"

He said: "In the name of the contract makers, I will restart the last bet between us, between present and hell!"

As early as the astronomical society was established, the surge of deep tides triggered the first battle of all realms in human history. After losing the wall of gods, Gaia was killed, the present situation was unprotected.

In hell illuminated by the light of the present realm, the huge sleeping beings awaken with the surge of depth.

Looking at the world above my head.

Hungry.

This is a phenomenon evolved from the cycle of birth and death from the abyss.

When a world comes to an end, these remnants of the past era will once again take away everything, destroy everything, and push everything remaining into nothingness.

This is a glutton like a feast. When the huge present realm falls into the abyss, countless fragments turn into countless hells, and the new king of hell will rise from the abyss.

Until a long and long time, the miracles of a new world were once again bred in eternal darkness and hell.

At that time, it was the time when the astronomical society was in its inception and was in a state of weakness and decline. When facing the battles in various realms, what I tried my best to win was a bet.

The present and hell will be gambling three times.

At the first time, the outcome of the battles in all realms was determined, and the most difficult period was achieved.

The second time, each other won and lost, which laid the foundation for the Sea of ​​Silver, and at the same time created the fourth plan, the blueprint of the Kingdom of Heaven.

And when the third battle of all realms came, Marcus once again moved on to his rights as a diplomat and representative of the Astronomical Society.

Restart the contract between present and hell.

The last bet.

Recapture the wreckage of the old world!

"oh?"

In that brief silence, not only on the throne, but even behind the surrounding curtains, the unknown beings who came to watch could not help but make a slight disturbance.

Either surprised, contempt, or excitement.

But none of them expressed refusal.

"As one of the last participants and one of the six witnesses to the contract, you have such power..." The Maharaja lowered his eyes and looked down at the opponent in front of him, his fingers fluttered disdainfully: "But, are you a bet that will make us excited?"

"Of course."

Marcus replied calmly, raised his palm and held the contract that had been written long ago.

"Based on the present defensive front and the thirty-level depths it has to do with it—" A mocking light appeared in his eyes on his old face: "If you can win, you can take it!"

"So, is it a bet, Mathers?"

After a brief shock, the Maharaja couldn't help but sneer: "After losing your city walls, how do you plan to fight again?"

"During the last war, did we have something like a city wall?"

Marcus asked at the start: "Why don't you say a word? Everyone, if you are such a bet that will make the country more powerful, right in front of you, will you hide behind the scenes like a rat?

The King of Withering! The Priest of the Promise! The Jesters! The Eternal Group! The Mother of Stone! The Dark Eye... and the Golden Dawn! Do you still have to remain silent and stay out of the matter at this moment?”
To be continued...