The Spirit World

Chapter 724: The Chessboard Appears
"No..." A dagger was pulled out from the bright red neck.

She wiped the dagger on her wrist guard, snorted, and kicked the body.

"The chief wants us to kill that kid... but now we can't see him anywhere... Isn't he the first place winner of the Dragon Tournament... shouldn't he be surrounded by people?"

She slowly rotated the dagger, as if she was sheathing a knife, and cut it along the edge of her clavicle. A huge opening was created between her clavicle and chest to hide the bone dagger.

"Amytheas...be patient...he is much more powerful than the Chief said. You'd better be careful..." A man stood beside them with his hands on his hips, his black robe covering everything.

Amyutheas and he came out from the shadows, their straight bodies and black robes made their "horror" shine through the black robes, making all passers-by stay away from them.

The Flying Eagles of the entire city received orders and were heading to their side. After all, wherever they were was the center of the entire city.

The seventh team, led by Kraft, was jumping and flying between the houses in Wenti County. Kraft focused his eyes, pinched the four steel needles in his hand between his fingers, stepped onto the street, and the scorching sun made him sweat. It was not just because he was afraid, but he was really hot.

"Hurry up and inform the formation master to block the entire city... You are no match for them, find help, go quickly!"

Kraft gritted his teeth.

Why are they here?!

The members of Team 7 quickly jumped away, leaving only Kraft running in the sun.

And they stood under the sun, quietly waiting for the person they wanted to see to arrive.

The sharp sun is like a sharp blade that divides all the people, and they are the only ones in this world...

A very evil person.

【Hatulin】

Hatulin is notorious and is a super destroyer who travels around the world.

They are extreme racists and super mercenaries with no bottom line.

"Oh...you're here...my dear..." Amutheas looked at Kraft standing on the roof, as if he had met an old friend. He licked his fingertips and said mockingly with his eyes tilted: "Oh...so...it's this..."

Kraft recognized her immediately.

"crow……"

"That's my sister..." Amutheas laughed mockingly: "I'm not a girl who likes to use an alias..."

"What are you doing here?"

Kraft jumped down and stood beside the corpse, looking at Amutheas and the one under the black robe.

That person smiled evilly, as if he really liked the feeling of reuniting after a long separation. When he saw others reuniting, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, because he knew that this kind of reunion was a reunion of hatred...

Killing intent... surges.

Kraft took one glance at the body at his feet and was able to identify him: Sir Neymar, Locke Neymar's father.

"That blond cowboy with the hat isn't with you?"

Amutheas was a little disappointed, as he only saw the people around Kraft.

"Answer me! You are here! What do you want to do!?"

Kraft transformed the steel blade, swung it out, and stared at Amutheas fiercely.

"Don't be so serious... My mission is not to destroy this place... Just relax a little..." Amutheas waved his hand, but made Kraft take a step back timidly.

Amytheas noticed his fear and laughed: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, hahahaha... I'm not my sister, I'm very easy to talk to~"

Her voice was bitter and serious, and the coldness that lingered in the killing gave her voice a unique tone.

"Amutheas... I don't dare to flatter you..." Kraft lowered the steel blade and put it away.

"If that blond cowboy comes to beg me, I will definitely obey him 100%." ​​Amytheas smiled happily and slowly took his hand out of his robe.

She turned her palm up and took out a golden token.

"Sir Neymar was bribed... but it didn't work, so he needs to be silenced." Amutheas put the golden token away again, and Kraft just glanced at it.

"When I ask others to do something, something always goes wrong... It's really embarrassing." Amutheas seemed to be a chatterbox. When he saw Kraft, he started talking non-stop and directly told Kraft his purpose: "We want to kill a child... I wonder if you know where he is..."

She continued to taunt Kraft endlessly because she knew Kraft couldn't do anything to her.

Kraft was terribly immature. Although he was tough in words, he was obviously not strong enough to fight Hatulin...

Amutheas must have a way to suppress Kraft.

Kraft closed his mouth, as if he didn't want to say anything more.

who……

A great Hatulin wants to kill a child...

How can you kill a chicken with a knife?

But if we really want to talk about it, there is indeed a famous child in Wenti County...

The Nieman children. Jack.

Their target is Jack... Why...

What is the relationship between Hatulin and Jack?
"A great man like Hatulin wants to come to this tiny Wenti County to kill a child... That's really a big deal..."

“No, no, no, no…” Amutheas shook his index finger and spread his hands disdainfully at Kraft, “Kraft, you little brat… As a righteous person, the only downside is the lack of information… That kid is not a simple thing.”

As a righteous person, any confidential documents can only be shared by senior officials. A vanguard like Kraft does not even have the right to know.

"Amutheas, no matter what, I don't think you will succeed." Kraft's military uniform swayed in the wind, his blue eyes looked at Amutheas, and there was almost no spark in their gaze.

Even just peace...

"You know what?" Amutheas glanced at the face under the black robe and laughed mockingly: "I quite like this feeling of pretending to be mysterious. It really makes people feel mysterious... and makes people feel happy."

"I'm..." Amutheas licked his fingertips, trembling and looking ferocious: "I'm so excited~"

Kraft was afraid and took a step back. No one knew what Hatulin's people would do...

They are a bunch of born bastards. Staying away from them... is the highest rule of this world, and even Kraft is no exception.

[Rule 1 of the Royal Academy of Fulan School: Don’t be a hero, protect yourself. 】

This school rule is deeply engraved in the hearts of every student in Fran, because magic is a terrifying force that can kill a person with one blow.

The fear shrouded by powerful magic once plunged the entire Fran into a panic that lasted for more than a hundred years...until the gradual implementation of the magic ban...the terror was diluted.

Fear of power...

Do not……

Reverence for strength... should be the first step in life that every weak person needs to face.

Kraft never felt that he was afraid of all evil people, but he was truly in awe of powerful forces.

Amytheas was someone that a mere Kraft could not handle... He would have to retreat.

He was the first to jump off the roof, just to delay them.

The first to die is not a wise weakling...

"Don't worry... I really have no interest in killing you..." Amutheas waved her hands and returned to her normal state. She now looked like a woman who had played a joke on her friend.

"That child is the reincarnation of the god of the old world. We must kill him before he becomes stronger..."

Amytheas touched his hair and threw it back.

"Otherwise, the world will be destroyed very soon ~ don't you know?" What?
Kraft looked at Amytheas, who had the confidence of an insider. Her eyes were frighteningly bright and serious, and she didn't seem to be joking at all...

In the previous moments, her chatterbox-like chatter had mercilessly and heartlessly mocked Kraft's weakness...but now, she was really talking about this matter seriously.

"Maybe you are not qualified to know this... Maybe if I tell you, you will think I am crazy. I never mind what you think. Hatulin is completely..."

She was spitting out her tongue as if she was shooting.

"Mad man~"

She laughed: "Hahahaha~ I'm going to kill a god~ In the past~ I couldn't even imagine~"

She licked her fingertips again. The bone of her middle finger slowly protruded from the crack in her skin. The bones of her knuckles were like connected blades, white and black, pushing each other, and then slowly sinking down. The open skin also slowly closed. She slowly spit out her tongue from her mouth, and her tongue hooked the corner of her mouth.

"God-killing... is truly... a magnificent... killing~"

Kraft suddenly calmed down, because he didn't know what Amutheas was talking about... He vaguely knew that Amutheas was going to kill a special child... That child was in Wenti County...

Who... could be the old god from the past...

Causing the destruction of the world...

This is a super expansion that has never been heard before.

tell a story?
Or...real?
No wonder Amytheas didn't care about Kraft at all. She needed to save her physical strength and magic power to kill the people she wanted to kill. Even if she could kill Kraft, Kraft would certainly resist, and it wouldn't be enough for her to kill herself in one go...

She needs enough magic power to kill the old god...

"Killing..."

Kraft repeated the last note of Amytheas.

"Yes, besides him, I have to kill... many other people... They are very weak... I just need to pay a little attention... They will die without a burial place..."

Amytheas waved his hand again.

"I'm not kidding... So, you can tell your old dragon... Actually, his death is approaching and he can't get away from it."

“Kill… Ah~”

Amyutheas licked her lips, as if there was blood somewhere, she was licking her lips...sweet and delicious.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Kraft stood up straight.

"Because, you are also a chess piece."

“He” had been silent the whole time, but now he actually spoke; “All the chess pieces have begun to play a role… and you are no exception.”

"I?"

Kraft didn't understand what he had done to become someone else's pawn. To be honest, he had been in Wenti County for the past few years and had done nothing... How did he become a pawn... or what kind of pawn did he become? He didn't understand.

"Yes... You are also a chess piece... Most people in this world are chess pieces... And they are meaningless. There are only a few who play a key role. You should be honored that you are one of them..."

In "his" eyes, Kraft's hands were shaking.

He didn't feel like he was just a pawn...

And it is a key chess piece...

He just felt calmer and able to accept it all.

Confused.

What and what...

god……

What does this word...mean?
The Principality of Arlan does not allow the worship of gods.

Because the founder of the Principality of Arlan seized the throne of the world from the Son of God. He no longer worshipped God, and magic did not come from God, but from the power of [Word Spirit].

Even the deity worshipped in the church has always been a Virgin Mary who benefits the world.

The Principality of Allan never worships gods, but it still has gods.

Flando, this name is the inheritance of the God of Time and Space...

It controls time, but is also passed down from generation to generation.

Now, it is Flandre VI...

Apart from this, no one has ever appeared who truly claims to be a god... or has ever transcended the human body...

Becoming a God...

Weak people don’t have any…right to know…

There is no power to seek truth from facts...

Conspiracy theories are rampant in this world...

"He" stared at Kraft.

"You... will definitely become a key chess piece... because you want too much... to have... the power to go back in time... right..."

Kraft seemed to have his chest seen through.

"Who are you?"

"I~"

He shook his head.

"It doesn't matter who I am... You don't need to know anyway..."

"At least that's how the chess pieces are."

He emphasized.

"Do you think the chess piece can change its mind about which move to make if it knows about the chess player's existence?"

He laughed too.

"Ha... they are only afraid of the existence of the chess player... because the death of the pawn is nothing more than the decision of the chess player..."

In order to win the game, chess players will selectively sacrifice some of their pieces to save the situation...

Even for the sake of victory, some loyal pawns were abandoned...

If you want to win, sacrifice... me...

The selfless dedication of the chess pieces... The chess players don't care at all...

In other words, they would only cry a few times, but it would not bring about the end of the chess piece...

"Ah...you chess pieces...are so boring..."

He sighed: "But to be honest, I can give you a little confidence..."

In exchange for the love of your life.

In fact, everyone has a lover...

But why is your lover more important than my lover...

(End of this chapter)