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Chapter 444: Exhibition Match? The Devil's Gift Game

But the next moment, Alger stopped moving.

She looked at Rahula with strange eyes, gently put down her hand, and chuckled.

"You are such a filial son that you actually stole the Three Thousand Worlds."

The Simulated Star Creation Map of Three Thousand Worlds, the strongest suppressive simulated star creation map in the box, once suppressed the Heavenly Movement Theory Spirit of the White Night King.

And now it has been stolen by Rahula and is suppressing Alger.

"I'm just a little brat. If this simulated star creation map was in the hands of a great monk, I'd be a little scared."

"In your hands? Even if you use your own identity to control this simulated star creation map, you can only exert a third of its power at most. I will be out in three days at most."

"What's the point?"

Hearing this, Rahula snorted coldly and straightened his body.

"At least it will be enough to trap you for three days."

"Haha, little brat, then Al-chan will play with you for three days."

Alger chuckled, raised his hand and pointed at Rahula. Countless demonic shadows emerged from the dark side of Rahula's heart, biting at his mind, will, body, soul, and spirit.

Rahula groaned, without saying a word of submission, nor did he say another word. He just sat cross-legged in the center of the hall and chanted Sanskrit.

But when I listened carefully, I found that the other party was chanting Sanskrit in reverse. There was no trace of sacred Sanskrit meaning, only endless blasphemy.

Then, Alger turned around and left without looking back, but as she left, she couldn't help muttering to herself.

"I really don't know what those bald asses are up to. In order to restrain me, they are not hesitant to push the son of the big monk out?"

"It can't be that this is really to get him into double digits, right?"

"Forget it. Thinking too much will give you wrinkles."

Alger has given up thinking. After all, Su Nian is still there, right?
She just needs to know that what she can't handle may be handled by Su Nian, and if Su Nian can't handle it, there is no point asking her to do it.

She just needed to lie down and wait to be taken away by Su Nian.

There is no need to say much about the life of a dog that wins by doing nothing.

I heard that the smoother the brain cortex, the smoother and firmer the skin. I don’t know if it’s true...
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boom! boom! boom!
Fireworks exploded in the sky, and fireworks bloomed under the clear sky.

The honor guard played the song of Salamandela that has been passed down for many years. The solemn and magnificent music echoed throughout the city.

Bai Yasha, who was sitting in the highest seat, looked at the huge Roman-style venue below, glanced at the emcee who was giving a presentation in the center of the venue, and said with an unhappy sound.

"Why didn't Black Rabbit go down to host the event? Without Black Rabbit's explanation, this Gift Game would be completely meaningless!"

"Why should I go down to host the event? And wear such shameful clothes?"

Black Rabbit glared at Baiyasha unkindly. Did she really think she couldn't see what Baiyasha was thinking?
What the hell was that referee uniform she prepared for me? If it weren't for Su Nian, I would have been fooled.

Thirty times the extra money is really too tempting for Rabbit.

Although the price he paid was very high, Black Rabbit thought with tears in his eyes.

However, Bai Yasha had no intention of paying any attention to Hei Tu. He just raised the telescope, pointed it at the emcee in the center, and chuckled.

"Hass~~, this emcee is so hot!"

"Of course, this is the emcee I hired at a high price."

Su Nian put down the telescope in his hand and smiled.

The corner of Black Rabbit's mouth twitched, and he gave up the idea of ​​making these two guys nervous.

“This fried cod is delicious.”

"I think the crepes taste good too?"

"Would you like some pancakes?"

Listening to the conversation, Black Rabbit turned his head to look at Kasukabe Yō, Kuon Asuka, and Sakamaki Izayoi who were sitting on the bench exchanging snacks. He then looked at the plastic bags next to them that were obviously filled with a bunch of snacks, and his face turned embarrassed.

"You three, pay attention! The demon king is about to attack!"

"At least pay a little attention to me!"

"But, this is just an exhibition match, right?"

Kasukabe Yō tilted his head while eating fried cod.

Upon hearing this, Jiuyuan Feiniao nodded seriously.

"Besides, only when you're well fed will you have the strength to fight the Demon King, right?"

“I totally agree!”

Izayoi Sakamaki raised her hands, with snack crumbs still on the corners of her mouth.

"You guys..."

Seeing this, Black Rabbit covered his face. Problem children are indeed difficult to deal with.

He turned his head and looked at Su Nian and Bai Yasha with hope. Looking at the two shy guys who were observing the emcee with binoculars, he fell silent.

"That demon king, if you want to attack, hurry up! I'm tired! Destroy it!"
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boom! boom! boom!
Fireworks exploded in the sky.

Thirty thousand meters above Salamander, Pest, Siwei, and Latin stood suspended in mid-air, looking down at the venue below. The moment they saw Sandra appear in the main hall, Pest raised his hand and said coldly.

"Do it!!"

Black parchment fell from the sky!

The Demon King's Gift Game has begun!

"Welcome everyone to the Fire Dragon's Birth Festival!"

"I am the leader of the organizers of this Fire Dragon Birth Festival, Sandora Teldorek."

“Before the formal introduction, I would like to thank all the collaborators for their support and help on behalf of Salamandra.”

"Okay, enough nonsense, let's get straight to the rules of the Fire Dragon Birth Festival."

"This Gift Game is called 'Creator's Showdown.' As the name suggests, each community must create a new Gift and use it to register for the Fire Dragon Birth Festival. The winner can request a Gift from Salamandra. The upper limit of the prize is below the Power level, with the highest level being the Great Gift."

At the venue, the immature Sandora introduced the rules of the game to nearly 100,000 spectators. At the same time, in the city of Yanhuang, a large number of people gathered on the broadcast screens on various streets, watching the figures projected on the screens.

Backstage.

Sandra's sister looked at the broadcast screen excitedly.

"As expected of Sandra, you performed very well!"

"Sure enough, little Sandra is the best leader."

Next to Sarah, the cat-man monster named Garolo, who was wearing a suit, said with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"Haha, the old Dragon King back then was much more outrageous than Sandora. The prizes for the birth ceremony held by Salamandra at that time were all at the power level."

"Ok?"

Before he could finish his words, Garolo noticed the sky on the broadcast screen and saw the ominous black color falling.

"You're not willing to wait even a second and just launch an attack? Our enemies are truly impatient."

At the same time, everyone in Yanhuang City, including the stage at the main venue and the VIP viewing area, saw the black parchment falling from Nala.

Su Nian looked at the black parchment and his brows twitched. At this moment, someone shouted.

"The Demon King is coming!!"

The shouts echoed throughout the entire Yanhuang City, and the local people and tourists who had not been attacked for a hundred years fell into great panic.

"It finally started. I thought Pester would play for a while longer."

Su Nian took a piece of parchment and looked at the contents on it.

[Gift Game Name: 80 Million Dead Spirits]

[List of Participants: All living beings currently within the Flame City, the host community (including the Little Garden nobles)]

[Competitor, organizer-designated leader: Bai Yasha]

[Designated leaders are prohibited from participating in the competition or leaving. Violations will result in automatic defeat.]

[Contestants are prohibited from: 1. Suicide and indirect death caused by mutual harm among teammates. 2. Leaving the stage before the end of the game is prohibited. 3. Active defeat, whether subjective or non-subjective, is prohibited.]

[Conditions for the organizer's victory: 1. Kill or subdue all contestants. 2. If the game remains undecided after three days, the organizer wins immediately.]

[Contestant victory conditions: 1. Investigate the truth behind the deaths of 80 million vengeful spirits. 2. Defeat the organizer's leader, the Black Death Demon King, and defeat the organizer and contestant's co-leader, White Yasha.]

[Swearing to respect the above contents, based on the honor and flag and the authority of the organizer, hold the Gift Game - Fantasy Magic Book Group Seal]

And the next moment the Gift Game unfolds, the world reverses, time goes back, and countless ancient buildings quickly become brand new, and then turn into raw materials... until an ancient building that no one has ever seen appears.

Neat streets, identical houses, and countless happy people.

Here brilliant gems and dull stones are of equal value.

Whatever material things people want will appear on the land. Scarcity does not exist, independence does not exist, the concept of the individual does not exist, and even struggle seems to have lost its meaning.

This is - dystopia!
This is the final test of humanity, a dystopian historical echo that once transformed the entire West District into a farm, collected faith, and left even the gods helpless!

"It's troublesome."

Feeling the wear and tear of the spirit frame and the surrounding scene, Sarah's face turned serious.

"A gift has brought out a dystopia. This is a bit of a joke."

"Furthermore, in Dystopia, our spiritual power will be worn down as the trials pass. At this rate, it won't take more than three days. I'm afraid we'll all be assimilated into them, right?"

The strange cat Galolo's face darkened as he looked at the "livestock" living in the dystopia who were walking around them with expressionless faces to collect their daily necessities.

"But, Boss, how did Canary and the others manage to cross the dystopia?"

Sarah asked curiously, as she was young and didn't know about those things that happened so long ago.

"That was our mistake, and it's the biggest blood debt Canary owes."

Jialuo Luo sighed and said that at that time he was still an unknown kitten.

"The canary was responsible for spreading the Black Death and killing 80 million people."

"This is the worst possible scenario."

(End of this chapter)