129: Chapter 129 The Bet on Divinity, The Chessboard of the Gods!

The launched scatter arrow tubes shot the swooping Gargoyles into smithereens.

The army of 50,000 Gargoyles was instantly reduced to ashes!

Seeing this scene, the Necromancer God Lord gritted his teeth; as a deity of the Undead Race, he could not accept this string of consecutive failures.

Furthermore, other races in the universe were observing this battle.

At the same time, the deities under his command began to stir, questioning his status as the deity of the Undead Race.

When a deity develops a mental affliction, the consequences are very serious.

Black spots began to appear on the face of the Necromancer God Lord; this was a precursor to the manifestation of inner demons.

The man with the appearance of a long-haired youth sitting on the Divine Bone Throne was none other than the Necromancer God Lord himself.

He tremblingly touched his pale face; black spots had actually appeared on it...

Looking at the deities of the Undead Race below, they had already begun to harbor ulterior motives, starting to covet his position as the God Lord.

Unable to lead the Undead Race into the Lord Continent, his position as God Lord was no longer secure.

Having lost troops and suffered setbacks at the hands of Xu Xuan, his position as God Lord had been shaken, and his subordinates had already cast looks of distrust.

The War of Ten Thousand Races is restricted by the chess law; it is about strategy and tactics, not just blindly mass-producing troops.

Clearly, the Necromancer God Lord was accustomed to human-sea tactics, rushing in a swarm and relying on quantity to defeat enemies.

However, with the various restrictions in the War of Ten Thousand Races, simply using human-sea tactics would not lead to victory.

Touching the black spots on his face, the long-haired man's expression began to turn twisted and ferocious.

"Do you dare to look directly at this deity? Are you trying to rebel!"

The Necromancer God Lord slammed the Divine Bone Throne, generating a powerful shockwave that made the black robes of the deities below flap loudly in the airflow.

However, these Undead deities, with their faces hidden under hoods, were surprisingly resolute this time.

"God Lord, all the deities of the myriad worlds are watching our Undead Race."

"The God Lord has been defeated again and again in front of that human brat..."

"Black spots have appeared on your face; you have developed a mental affliction."

"We highly doubt whether you, God Lord, can continue to lead our Undead Race and stand on the Ascending God Steps."

"My Lord, if you do not take action, our Undead Race will lose the right to compete in the War of Ten Thousand Races."

Under the pressure from the Undead deities below, the Necromancer God Lord's face turned extremely gloomy.

Sitting in this position of God Lord was not solely maintained by brute force.

There are many factions among the Death Gods, and the God Lord had reached his current position by using one faction to check another.

Now that the deities below were all opposing him, even if he had absolute strength, he could not kill all the Undead deities.

Under the constant pressure from his subordinates, the Necromancer God Lord slowly stood up: "This deity understands."

The gray-skinned youth with long hair then inserted his index finger directly into his temple, extracting a sphere glowing with golden light.

"Wagering this deity's Godhead, I challenge Xu Xuan to a legion duel!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the thousands of deities who had just been standing below all knelt in unison before the Necromancer God Lord.

"The God Lord is mighty!"

"The God Lord is wise!"

Under the pressure of the crowd, the Necromancer God Lord had actually taken out his own Godhead as a wager and challenged Xu Xuan to a duel.

[Announcement to the Myriad Worlds!]

[The Necromancer God Lord challenges the human Great Xia Lord Xu Xuan to a life-and-death duel! With the God Lord's Godhead as the wager!]

For a moment, those deities of the ten thousand races who had been lurking in the background watching the battle began to get excited.

The great war finally kicked off; the Necromancer God Lord was finally going to make a move.

In that instant, the entire Floating Island and all troop types were pulled into a new world.

A white light shone before Xu Xuan, the entire world twisted, and the scenery before him gradually became clear.

What appeared before Xu Xuan was a place resembling an ancient battlefield.

Corpses and armor were visible everywhere on the battlefield, as if tens of thousands of wars had already taken place here.

On the chessboard battlefield, there were corpses of hundred-meter-long dragons, as well as corpses of various races such as the Demon Race, Ghost Race, Corpse Race, Elves, Orcs, and Dwarves.

All were highly decomposed, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled up in every corner of the battlefield.

Following this, four large characters appeared before his eyes.

[Chessboard of the Gods]

This place... is the battlefield of the gods, the burial ground for the soldiers of the ten thousand races.

What they were stepping on was not soil, but a chessboard formed by the piled-up corpses and flesh of the ten thousand races!

At this sight, even Xu Xuan couldn't help but gasp.

Even battle-hardened generals like Grand Preceptor Wen, Yang Jian, and Chi You were shocked by this spectacular scene.

"Using the corpses of the ten thousand races to make a chessboard..."

"Just how many corpses must have been piled up here? This world looks boundless, entirely formed by piled-up corpses."

The so-called chessboard had no visible edges; it was boundless and endless.

Looking out, it was all highly decomposed, mutilated corpses; anyone with trypophobia would have their brain trembling wildly.

Those with low sanity would probably go insane just by taking one look.

Hu Zi Mei widened her eyes and exclaimed: "Wow! This is terrible, Great King, are we going to fight while stepping on these corpses?"

Amidst the sighs of the generals, the rules appeared before everyone, and also on the global live broadcast.

[Rule Introduction: Both sides will engage in a decisive battle on the Chessboard of the Gods. There are a total of 8 resource points on the chessboard. Each resource point contains different items. After occupying them, you will obtain supplies such as material supplies, troop reinforcements, and spirit mine supplies.]

[There is a portal behind both sides; the defeated can flee the battlefield.]

[Undead Race failure penalty: If the Undead Race fails, the Necromancer God Lord will lose his Godhead and lose the qualification to enter the Lord Continent.]

[Human Race failure penalty: If the Human Race fails, the Undead Race will enter the Lord Continent.]

[The chess game will begin in 30 minutes; please be prepared.]

Upon seeing these rules, everyone realized that this would be a bloody battle, a meat grinder of a war.

Resource points needed to be occupied and seized.

"A total of eight resource points? We need to divide our troops to hold at least 4 of them to maintain a balance." Grand Preceptor Wen stroked his beard, deep in thought.

Su Daji wore a rare, serious expression: "The Necromancer God Lord using his Godhead as a wager certainly shows courage; it's a rhythm of preparing to fight us to the death. I don't understand why he has to be so desperate."

"I believe he might be under internal pressure, which is why he was forced into a death battle with us." Chi You speculated, as anyone who has been a leader understands this.

When something is abnormal, there must be a demon; the Necromancer God Lord must have been under some pressure to insist on fighting a battle with Xu Xuan.

Amidst the discussions of the group, Xu Xuan sat on a high tower, observing the entire battlefield.

The entire chessboard was actually not flat; the piled-up corpses created undulations.

For example, the corpses of dragons were like hills, or some peaks formed by piled-up corpses; these were all commanding heights on the battlefield.

Xu Xuan remained silent throughout, not expecting the Necromancer God Lord to use such a self-destructive method to pull him into the Chessboard of the Gods.

Although he could retreat if he couldn't win, if he were defeated here, the gates for the Undead Race to enter the Lord Continent would be wide open!

At that time, hundreds of millions of Undead would pour in, and the entire world would fall!