Chapter 1071: White Silver Dead End

Chapter 1071: Silver's Predicament

By: Sanyin YuyuWord count: 1217

Below the stage, the Silver King stared intently at the Red King, who was calmly drinking water, his chest heaving violently.

"You lost," the Red King said flatly, his lips pursed. "You've been utterly defeated in this game... The Usurper should also completely vanish from this world."

Every word from the Red King was like a thorn piercing the Silver King's heart. His expression shifted repeatedly before he finally took a deep breath, his gaze returning to cold silence.

"No... I haven't lost yet." His British overcoat was already turning white in the snowstorm.

Whether it was the Usurpers, the Saint of Thieves, or those few Arbiters... ultimately, they were all his tools. Once all his pieces had abandoned him, the Silver King surprisingly grew calm.

He had no way out.

"As long as I kill you, everything can be reversed," the Silver King said in a deep voice. "If you die, those Eighth-level individuals are no match for me. If I can exchange the Arbiters' memories once, I can do it a second time. There will always be people in this world who walk the Path of the Thieving God, always people who will serve me... Given time, even the Saint of Thieves can be replaced."

The Red King glanced at the Silver King with a touch of surprise. "I thought you would be in a hysterical rage after losing everything... It seems you're calmer than I expected."

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

"Anger? It's just unwillingness to accept defeat."

The Silver King had prepared for countless years to bring the Usurpers to their current state step by step. His meticulously planned schemes were dismantled one by one by the Red King before they even began. How could he accept this?

Now, the Silver King had truly become a "lone king." He had no choice but to defeat the Red King.

Bang—!!

Amidst the persistent, muffled snowstorm, an explosion echoed. Behind the Silver King, an ancient sarcophagus suddenly rose from the ground. As its lid opened, a lifelike corpse was exposed to the air...

"A Half-God of the Chess God Path from the last era?" The Red King's eyes flickered with surprise as he saw the figure in the coffin. "Where did you get this corpse?"

"...Guess?"

The Silver King had no intention of explaining. The moment the Half-God of the Chess God Path's corpse appeared, intersecting lines rapidly spread through the void. As the Half-God's oppressive aura re-emerged from the corpse, the snowstorm beneath the stage abruptly froze!

If one were to look down from high above at that moment, they would see the entire space replaced by a chessboard. Even the stage was surrounded by four black pieces positioned at different points, as if completely sealed off.

"When it comes to trapping an enemy, can you surpass him?"

The Silver King scoffed. The next moment, the small table between him and the Red King shattered abruptly. Tea cups and hot water splattered across the ground. The Red King raised an eyebrow, his figure flickering backward.

Black pieces materialized from the void one after another, landing precisely on the intersecting points near the Red King. However, whenever four pieces were about to seal off the Red King's position, he would always move swiftly through the spatial stage, as if predicting their placement, leaving only lingering afterimages in the snowstorm.

Huang He's corpse-thieving ability was also in the Silver King's possession. With complete mastery of the Path of the Thieving God, and a controlled Half-God corpse, he had created a two-on-one situation... This was the basis for the Silver King's confidence in being able to kill the Red King.

Facing the combined might of the Half-God of the Chess God Path and the Silver King, the Red King showed no panic. As he moved through the snowstorm, he calmly spoke:

"Indeed, when it comes to trapping an enemy, I am not his equal... But your weakness is far more fatal."

"My weakness?"

"You are too arrogant," the Red King said, the corners of his mouth curving slightly. "Your arrogance made you overlook the details... the deadly details hidden in the shadows... Do you really think it's two against one now?"

The Silver King didn't understand the Red King's meaning. Just then, his peripheral vision seemed to catch something, and he turned to look at a spot in the snowstorm...

At some unknown point, a girl in a black dress, carrying a coffin on her back, had quietly appeared and was silently watching them.

A dark aura drifted from the coffin on her back. The next moment, a faint white light flickered in the void behind the Silver King, and a lifeless head he had hidden in the surrounding space suddenly opened its eyes!!

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

"...It's you?!"

Whoosh—!

The coffin on Liu Qingyan's back lightened, and moonlight, soft as water, streamed from its crevices as an Eighth-level aura surged. At the same time, the head hidden by the Silver King, as if resurrected, pierced through time with a slender moonlight dagger, plunging directly into the Silver King's chest!

All of this happened too quickly. From the moment the Silver King saw Liu Qingyan appear to his body being pierced by moonlight, less than half a second passed... Behind him, a graceful figure draped in a gray robe stood amidst the moonlit reflections, gazing at him coldly.

The Twilight Society, the Gray King.

"This is impossible..." The Silver King's chest was soaked with blood as he spoke hoarsely. "You were clearly dead... I killed you with my own hands!"

"I told you... from the very beginning, you were one of the 'characters' in this game. This was a trap specifically set for you," the Red King said with a slight smile. "Surprised?"

"You... you already knew I would try to steal the Era Archive???"

Only then did the Silver King finally realize, his face turning incredibly grim.

"Strictly speaking, my young apprentice told me," the Red King said with a slight smile.

When Chen Ling was still in the Ancient Archive of Theatrical Arts, he had warned the Red King that an Era Archive would be stolen... and the one stolen would be the Morality held by the Gray King. The Red King understood the operating logic of the Era Archives—that events already transpired could not be changed. Therefore, he directly used the Morality in the Gray King's possession as bait to set up this trap... The Silver King's intrusion into the Ancient Archive of Prostitute Arts was also within their expectations.

The Red King exploited the past grievances between the Gray King and the Silver King, orchestrating a plot for the Gray King to feign death. Her head was taken away by the Silver King, while her true body remained hidden within the Ancient Archive.

This was an assassination. A fatal assassination launched from an angle the Silver King could never have predicted!

"Years ago, you schemed to seize my Divine Path for your own self-verification... How does it feel to be caught in a trap yourself this time?" The Gray King's moonlight dagger twisted deeper into the Silver King's chest, and trickling blood flowed out.

The Silver King gritted his teeth. He stole space, escaping dozens of meters from the dagger's tip, yet even so, the Gray King's blade had severely wounded him, and his life force began to dissipate at a visible rate.

The Silver King never imagined that after engaging with the Red King for so long and losing everything, he would be gravely wounded to this extent even before the Red King had made a move in this Half-God battle... An unprecedented sense of despair surged within him!