The Whispering Verses Chapter 519: Ring

At the cost of missing three life experiences, Mr. Riddle obtained three life-span-effective props. Shade guessed that the price was "paying life span", probably because he was just an ordinary person. If it's a witch or a ring warlock doing the gambling, it's most likely a paying spirit.

Therefore, although the Impermanent Cards can indeed play a huge role in the gambling game, considering that each side of the gambling game only has ten slots, using too many functional cards like now requires paying for the lifespan. In fact, Nor is it the optimal solution for winning the bet.

It’s just that Mr. Shade and Mr. Riddle have no other choice.

"No more, and even if there is, I can't give it to you."

Xia De said that the two sides are now evenly matched, but if the last card is still Unchangeable, it means that the side of the black-robed God of Gamblers has gained an extra combat power out of thin air. Mr. Riddle wants to win only at the cost of his life again.

"So the last groove..."

"This is your bet, Mr. Riddle, so end it with your own experience."

Shade put his hand on the opponent's shoulder again.

"But the experience of the Dreadfort cannot form a card. This card game is part of the adventure of the Dreadfort. There are rules on the gambling table. The gambling game itself cannot be regarded as an experience on the card table, so the Dreadfort does not count."

Mr. Riddle said, but Shade shook his head:

"What I want to say is indeed related to your current experience, but it is not your adventure in the Dreadfort, but this."

Mr. Riddle turned his head and saw Shade pointing at himself:

"It was you and me who met."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened slightly.

"At the last moment of life and death, you met me. You didn't know who I was, whether I was a human being, the ghost of the Dreadfort, or a messenger of God. You didn't even know if I really existed, or if I was just on the verge of death. Fantasy at the time of death. But with my help, you made a bet with the gods and reached the end. Mr. Riddle, I think your encounter with me can be regarded as an important experience in your life, right?

Shad asked softly, and Mr. Riddle nodded blankly:

"Yes, even if I forget what happened here after leaving the Terror Fortress, this experience will be engraved in my soul forever and will not be erased until I move toward madness and death."

He stretched out his hand and placed it in the last groove on the table. After a long time, he took his hand away, and a brand new card appeared.

On the card, Mr. Riddle's upper body appears from the perspective of looking up from the table. Mr. Riddle in the card looks upward, while the real Mr. Riddle looks downward.

Shadow's face did not appear on the card, only his hand on Mr. Riddle's shoulder. As for the fact that he was sure it was his own hand, it was because it was covered with golden cracks like burning embers.

The gilded letters, like flowing gold liquid, slowly appeared from the top of the card, and the name of the card was [Man of the Future].

"So you are..."

Mr. Riddle suddenly looked back at Shade, but in the end he did not give the answer:

"That's great, you really exist."

Thousands of words finally turned into this sentence. He sat upright and prepared to welcome the end of the gamble.

The card shone with the light of the silver moon. After waiting for a moment, Shade's figure appeared completely on the card. This is Shade's current appearance, with cracks of "divine afterglow" all over his body.

This made the real Shade at the table breathe a sigh of relief. He was originally worried that the normal second-level version of himself would appear. In this way, Mr. Riddle's side would lose if he didn't activate those life-consuming props in this bet.

The last card of the **** is still the witch, but she is a witch whose face is covered by a black veil, wearing a black gauze skirt, and has a somewhat terrifying temperament.

Shadow’s shadow stood together with demons, dragons and sea monsters. As twenty dazzling streams of light flowed along the grooves of the table to the center of the table, all the movable phantoms on the table were Rush to the center of the gaming table.

This is the most realistic and terrifying battle so far. Although both sides had a victory or defeat in the nine fights just now, the phantoms summoned by the cards would not have real wounds on their images due to injuries.

As all twenty cards appeared at this time, it seemed that the gambling game was truly complete at this moment. The two sides collided violently. The flesh and blood stumps of the witch, the body fragments of the dragon demon and the sea monster even flew directly out of the gambling table with the flash of spiritual light and violent explosions.

The tabletop cracked due to the real effect of the extraordinary power. The scorching air and fierce wind pressure made Mr. Riddle at the table almost unable to breathe. Once the character or monster corresponding to the card is injured, the cards in the grooves on the table will also appear cracked.

Even now both sides can attack the altar, temple, cannibal house and the rune sword in the hands of the demon, so all the cards have cracks with different depths.

Even Shade has never seen this kind of cruel and lifeless fighting like a meat grinder.

He moved his gaze to the very back of the table on Mr. Riddle's side, and found that the shadow representing himself did not join the battle, but moved towards the three Impermanence cards.

He waved his hand at the holy silver moon floating above [Impermanent Silver Moon], and the gambling table props that could only be touched by Mr. Riddle actually flew towards Shade's shadow.

"I lost ownership of the gaming table prop! It turned into something similar to a rune sword!"

Mr. Riddle was even more surprised than Shade.

Xia De, who was holding the silver moon, walked to the center of the gambling table during the battle, but still did not join the battle. He suddenly raised his right hand high behind the sea monster's relatively huge body, letting the silver moon come to his head.

The silver moon, which was originally just emitting a faint light, suddenly brightened up. Before Mr. Riddle could realize what was happening, Shade suddenly felt an extremely bad feeling in his heart:

"No! Get out of the way!"

The miniaturized real battle itself made Mr. Riddle feel dangerous. As soon as Shade issued the warning, he shrank directly under the table. Of course, he did not forget to press his hand on the stool to prevent the gambling game from being suspended.

Because there was no other place to dodge in the room, Shade also squatted down. Neither of them looked upward, but their eyes observed the silver moonlight that swept across the center of the table the next second, like the sun bursting out.

Even for Shade, it took several seconds before the stinging sensation in his eyes subsided.

Mr. Riddle covered his eyes and groaned, and it took him a full minute to let go, but Shade still saw that his eyes were red and swollen with tears.

I helped Mr. Riddle with the treatment. At this time, there was no other movement above. The battle seemed to be over. Shade and Mr. Riddle carefully poked their heads out from under the table:

"Is this... the end?"

The tabletop has returned to calm, all the shadows have disappeared, only the light streams flowing along the grooves are still shining.

Mr. Riddle carefully sat back on the stone chair, and Shade patted the dirt on his body and stood up.

Among the twenty cards on both sides, three Wanxiang Impermanence cards were automatically ejected from the grooves and scattered on the table. Among the other seventeen cards, [Future Man] remained intact, while the other cards were all broken into pieces.

It seems that the burst of moonlight that Shade's shadow just erupted indiscriminately damaged all targets on the table except itself.

"Excuse me, God, have I won?"

Mr. Riddle asked cautiously, Shade waved his hand, and three cards automatically flew into his hand.

"Yes."

This is the black-robed **** across the table, speaking for the first time since Shade saw him. He spoke the same language as Mr. Riddle, and the voice was a man's. Because he only said a two-syllable word, no more information could be judged from the sound.

"You said that if I win the bet, I can make a wish?"

"Yes."

The voice still comes from under the black robe.

"I want to leave here! Leave here with all the memories!"

"Choose one. Leave here and keep the memory."

This is not the voice coming from under the black robe, but the answer given in unison by the corpses leaning against the wall with varying degrees of decay.

When Shade first came here, they also used this method to inform him of the vague rules of [The Gamble of Life].

"Well, I choose to leave here."

Mr. Riddle said with some frustration, turning to look at Shade:

"Sir, I am really happy, really happy to meet you here."

He formally extended his hand to Shade, and Shade held his hand happily. Although it was a little baffling, the game was finally over:

"Mr. Riddle, it is my honor to meet you across thousands of years and complete this bet together. I admire you, your wisdom, and your experience."

He didn't say much, not even introducing his name.

"Compared to wisdom, I actually think courage is more important."

The ancient prophet said softly. He looked at Shade seriously, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance into his soul:

"I don't know the purpose of your appearance here, and I don't know what the future will look like. But I will try my best to remember everything here, and if possible, try my best to study the Wanxiang Impermanence card. I hope this will give you some help. Consider it my humble thanks."

"Don't worry, from my perspective, you really did it."

Shad said, Mr. Riddle was startled, and then a smile appeared on his face:

"Look, I knew I could definitely do it. You told me and I reminded you that this is also a kind of 'ring'. This is the blessing of my Lord [Mr. Ring]!"