purgatory artist

Chapter 373 Reserved Battle
"Any clues?"

Liu Ping asked.

Know first: "Only one sentence."

"What?" Yan Ming asked.

Know first: "Only when the god of death holds a card can he get clues."

Suddenly bursts of light surged around her.

These rays of light spread out, silently disappearing into the void.

"waiter."

The Prophet raised his hand and said, "Please bring me a deck of cards."

"Okay, wait a moment." The train attendant smiled, turned around and went to get the card.

The God of Dreams sighed, and muttered: "As a god, I haven't shown my real body among mortals for a long time."

"So you forget a lot of things." Know first.

Beside her, the light on Yan Ming's body also dissipated.

She turned into a mortal and actually appeared on the seat.

Liu Ping followed suit.

After a while, the waiter brought over a card and looked at the people at the table strangely.

——Just now there was only one person, why did three suddenly appear?

The waiter walked away step by step.

"Followers of the God of Curiosity, hmph, if the timing wasn't right, I would have eaten her." said the God of Illusionary Dreams.

The Prophet frowned when he heard the words, opened the deck of playing cards, and shuffled them skillfully.

"Okay, you take one each," she said.

Liu Ping, the God of Illusory Dreams, and Yan Ming each drew a card from the deck.

"Show me." Know first.

The God of Dreams opened the card in his hand, only to see a King of Plum Blossoms.

The prophet glanced at him and said calmly: "You are the king of this battle. You need to lead the entire alliance of gods to fight against the monster holding the umbrella. When you continue to meet certain requirements, you can get instructions for the next step."

The Prophet took out a small box and handed it to the God of Illusion: "Go, this is the token to lead the Alliance of Gods, you must immediately prepare for the war."

Shinto of Fantasy Dream took a deep look at the Prophet: "Can I trust you?"

"If I hadn't informed you, you would have been devoured by the Umbrella Man—don't you want to take revenge on him?" asked the Prophet.

The God of Dreams sharpened his eyes, took the small box, and said in a deep voice, "Maybe me and the gods can kill it directly."

"Good luck." Know first.

The God of Illusory Dreams nodded, and disappeared into the void.

Yan Ming turned over the card, but saw that he was holding a queen of hearts.

The prophet looked at her and said: "Stand up now, walk to the front of the train step by step, and then walk back. If you see any disputes on the road, let the disputes calm down temporarily, and then come back and tell me."

Yan Ming got up and went.

just now.

Only Liu Ping and the Prophet were left at the table.

The prophet's body trembled.

She pressed the table with all her strength with both hands, and then barely suppressed her emotions.

"What's wrong with you?" Liu Ping asked.

The prophet stared at him and said, "The two gods of death just now, one will engage in a senseless war, it is the King; the other is the daughter of the assistant, it is the Queen."

"—and which is your card?" she asked softly.

Liu Ping turned the cards over.

I saw a man wearing colorful costumes engraved on the card, holding a scepter, with a smile on his face.

"It's the king."

The prophet's face turned pale, but his expression was surprisingly calm.

"My card is the Joker, and the card of the Dream God is the King." Liu Ping laughed.

The prophet closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, and said quickly, "Two of the four gods of death will be killed."

"And the two opponents in the war that year will replace the two death gods who were killed, and draw the big and small kings respectively."

"During the long years, you chased and fled, fought and fought, and finally arrived here."

"In this sealed world, that armor will be the key to your confrontation."

"What will happen to him if he gets the armor?" Liu Ping asked.

"My king, if you let it get the armor, you will be swallowed by it and become a part of it, and the war will be completely over."

The prophet suddenly became agitated, and tremblingly said: "——this is the seal you set back then, you left the armor here, you must want to defeat it here!"

Liu Ping picked up the clown card, held it between his fingers and said, "I can't beat that monster now."

The Prophet whispered: "When four cards are drawn, the war begins."

"There is a rule:"

"In the endless city, all the strange existences can only use their own power on humans after they die."

"When humans are still alive, even you and your opponents are not allowed to use any harmful force against humans."

"This is the last rule you concluded with all the strange beings back then."

Liu Ping suddenly said: "No wonder that monster drives the gods to fight with each other, because it has no way to deal with mortals by itself."

"Exactly." Know first.

"What should I do?" Liu Ping asked.

"No one knows, not even me, only you know." Know first.

At this moment, a line of small burning characters quickly appeared in the void:
"The trigger condition has been met."

"The reserved battle begins!"

"After a long trillion years, another decisive battle between the King of Strange and Nightmare is about to begin!"

"You have obtained the power of earth, water, and fire reserved by yourself back then, now please awaken the power of wind."

"method:"

"Fulfill the wishes of all beings and obtain the power of wishes."

"When you keep gaining willpower, the law of wind will gain more power, and thus fully awaken."

"The four saints are awakened, and you will gradually find clues to awaken the strange armor."

Liu Ping glanced over.

Is this the arrangement I left behind back then?
I must want to find a chance to fight back in the endless pursuit and escape.

Maybe it's here?

His gaze returned to the Prophet.

He glanced at the Prophet, and he was embarrassed. It took him a while to calm down, and whispered: "I didn't betray you."

"I don't remember anything, what happened back then?" Liu Ping said.

"No one knows, it's the scariest secret, only you and your enemy plan to kill each other, from trillions of years until now." Know first.

"I have died countless times." Liu Ping said.

"No one knows how strong your enemy is, but if it weren't for you, I bet that the entire Divine Pillar and even all the existences in the strange world would have been slaughtered." Know first.

At this time, Yan Ming came from the end of the carriage, sat next to the prophet again, and said, "I saw a group of believers of the God of Sin, shooting and killing the passengers in each carriage one by one in front."

The prophet looked into the void for a moment, as if observing something.

For a moment.

She said: "Take a break first, we will change trains later-in another 5 minutes, our whereabouts will be exposed."

Yan Ming nodded.

But Liu Ping stood up and walked towards the back of the carriage.

"Where are you going?" Yan Ming asked.

"Look for clues." Liu Ping said.

He walked through the car and came to the previous car, and immediately saw a group of people holding pistols and daggers, killing ordinary passengers continuously.

Liu Ping groaned for a moment, and casually pulled out the jail-suppressing knife.

The long knife shook.

"Void God" is activated!

"——Summon another you in parallel time and space, fight for you before you draw the knife, and can disperse at any time."

next moment.

Another black-clothed old man quietly appeared, standing behind him.

"You continue to be the god of crime and punishment." Liu Ping said.

The old man in black nodded and asked, "What about you?"

"I can guess the wishes of many people in this carriage." Liu Ping said.

He walked up to a gangster with a sharp knife.

The man had just killed a woman, and when he saw Liu Ping approaching, he immediately grinned and said, "For the glory of the gods!"

He swung his long knife and slashed at Liu Ping's neck.

A card suddenly appeared in Liu Ping's hand——

Void Boundary Arena!

In an instant, Liu Ping and the gangster disappeared at the same time.

The second hand moved.

The void opens.

The gangster came out with a sharp knife in his hand, and nodded to the old man in black behind him:

"I'm him now."

"Interesting—I just remembered, strange existences can't attack living mortals." The old man in black laughed.

"Just now I was a disciple of Bailing Temple in the real world, and I was a human being, so I was able to do it."

Gangster—or so Liu Ping said.

"Are you going to let me be the strange god for you?" the old man asked.

"For now." Liu Ping said.

He walked forward in a hurry, swinging the long knife in the middle, killing all the gangsters along the way.

One, two, three, four, five.

Five seconds.

All the gangsters are dead.

Liu Ping put away the knife and shouted to the surrounding passengers: "Everyone, you're safe!"

The passengers who were still alive suddenly cheered.

A line of small burning characters quickly appeared:

"You fulfilled the wishes of 17 mortals:"

"survive;"

"Kill them;"

"Do not kill me;"

"Who can help me;"

"..."

"The law of the wind gains strength."

"Please keep working hard."

"come on."

Liu Ping rolled his sword and said to the old man in black standing at the end of the carriage, "Work."

The old man sighed and said, "Dead souls, I will send you to reincarnate—"

He raised his hand, attracted the souls that emerged from all the corpses, and disappeared into the void.

Another line of burning small characters floated in the void:

"You let the dead return to the real world and reincarnate."

"The power of the earth has increased."

(End of this chapter)