I'm not a drama god

Off stage.

The Silver King stared at the Red King who was calmly drinking water in front of him, his chest heaving violently.

"You lose." The Red King pursed his lips and said calmly, "You have already lost this game of chess miserably... The Fire Usurper should also completely disappear from this world."

Every word the Red King spoke was like a thorn piercing the Silver King's heart. His expression changed continuously, and finally he took a deep breath, and his gaze returned to cold silence.

"No... I haven't lost yet." The British-style coat had been stained white in the wind and snow.

Be it the Fire Usurper, the Thief Saint, or those Judgement Agents... in the final analysis, they were all his tools. When all the pawns left him, the Silver King calmed down instead.

There was no retreat for him.

"As long as I kill you, everything can be reversed." The Silver King said in a deep voice, "If you die, those eighth-level ones will not be my opponents. If I can replace the memory of the Judgement Agent once, I can replace it a second time. There will always be people on the path of the Thief God in this world, and there will always be people working for me... As long as I am given time, the Thief Saint can also be recruited."

The Red King looked at the Silver King in surprise and said, "I thought you would be hysterical and furious after losing everything... But now it seems that you are calmer than I thought."

The Silver King sneered, with a complex look in his eyes.

"Angry? I'm just unwilling to accept it."

The Silver King prepared for countless years before the Fire Usurper came to this day step by step. His painstaking plans were cracked one by one by the Red King before they were even launched. How could he be willing to accept this?

Today, the Silver King has become a true "lone king", and he has no choice but to defeat the Red King.

boom--! !

A loud bang was heard in the dull snowstorm.

An ancient coffin suddenly rose from the ground behind the Silver King. As the coffin lid was opened, a lifelike corpse was exposed in the air...

"A demigod of the Yishen Dao from the last era?" When the Red King saw the man in the coffin, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Where did you get this body?"

"……you guess?"

The Silver King had no intention of explaining. The moment the body of the demigod Yishendao appeared, vertical and horizontal lines spread rapidly in the void. As the pressure of the demigod reappeared from the body, the wind and snow under the stage suddenly stopped!

If you look down from a high altitude at this moment, you can see that the entire space has been replaced by a chessboard. Even the stage is surrounded by four black pieces falling in different directions, as if it has been completely blocked.

"When it comes to trapping an enemy, can you be better than him?"

The Silver King snorted coldly, and the next moment the small table between him and the Red King suddenly shattered, and teacups and hot water splashed all over the floor. The Red King raised his eyebrows, and his figure flashed backwards.

One black piece after another was outlined from nothingness and landed precisely on the vertical and horizontal intersections near the Red King. But every time four chess pieces were about to block the Red King's position, he would always seem to have predicted the landing point, and his figure would shuttle quickly across the space stage, leaving only afterimages in the wind and snow.

Huang He's ability to steal corpses is also in the hands of the Silver King. He has mastered the complete art of stealing gods, and with the help of a controlled demigod corpse, he has completed a two-to-one situation... This is also the reason why the Silver King dares to say that he can kill the Red King.

Facing the combined forces of the Yishendao Demigod and the Silver King, the Red King showed no panic at all. He walked in the snow and spoke calmly:

"In terms of trapping the enemy, I am indeed not as good as him...but your weakness is more fatal."

"My weakness?"

"You are too arrogant." The Red King raised his lips slightly, "Your arrogance makes you ignore the details... those fatal details hidden in the shadows...

Do you really think it's two against one now?"

The Silver King did not understand what the Red King meant. At this moment, he seemed to notice something out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to look somewhere in the snowstorm...

At some point, a girl in a black dress carrying a coffin had been looking at this place quietly.

A dark aura drifted from the coffin behind her. The next moment, a glimmer of white light flashed in the void behind the Silver King. A dead head that he had hidden in the surrounding space suddenly opened its eyes! !

The moment he saw the head, the Silver King's face changed drastically!

"……It's you?!"

Swish-!

The coffin behind Liu Qingyan lightened, and watery moonlight flowed through the gaps. The eighth-level aura spread wildly.

At the same time, the head hidden by the Silver King seemed to come back to life, and the slender moonlight dagger seemed to pierce through time and directly penetrated into the chest of the Silver King!

It all happened so fast. From the moment the Silver King saw Liu Qingyan appear to the moment his body was pierced by the moonlight, it didn't even take more than half a second...Behind him, a graceful figure in a gray robe stood in the reflection of the moonlight, looking at her coldly.

Twilight Society, Gray King.

"This is impossible..." The Silver King's chest was stained with blood, and he spoke hoarsely, "You are clearly dead... I killed you with my own hands!"

"I've said before... from the beginning, you were one of the 'characters' on this chessboard. This is a game we set up specifically for you." The Red King smiled slightly, "Are you surprised?"

"You...you guys had already guessed that I would go and steal the Era archive???"

It was not until this time that the Silver King finally reacted and his face looked extremely ugly.

"Strictly speaking, it was my little apprentice who told me." The Red King smiled slightly.

When Chen Ling was still joking about the ancient treasure, she reminded the Red King that an era archive would be stolen... and the one that was stolen was the [Morality] in the hands of the Gray King.

The Red King knew the operating logic of the time archives, and that what had happened could not be changed, so he used the [Morality] in the hands of the Gray King as bait to set up this game... It was also within their expectations that the Silver King would break into the ancient storage of the prostitution sect.

The Red King took advantage of the past grudge between the Gray King and the Silver King and set up a trap to make the Gray King fake his death. The Silver King took his head away, while his real body is still hidden in the ancient collection.

This is an assassination.

A fatal assassination launched from an angle that the Silver King could not have anticipated!

"Back then, you schemed to take away my divine self-certification... This time, you're trapped in the trap yourself. How does it feel?" The Gray King's Moonlight Dagger penetrated into the Silver King's chest and stirred, and blood flowed out.

The Silver King gritted his teeth, stole the space, and escaped more than ten meters from the end of the dagger, but even so, the Gray King's knife still seriously injured him, and his vitality began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Silver King never imagined that he had been fighting with the Red King for so long and had lost everything. Now in the battle of demigods, the Red King hasn't even made a move yet, but he has been seriously injured to this extent... An unprecedented feeling of despair surged into his heart!