Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 256 Returning to the old truth of the Titanic
The huge passenger ship, which is as white as a dove, floats on the Atlantic Ocean, the sky is clear and blue, the ice floes on the sea surface have been swayed a lot, and the tide gently beats the side of the ship, everything looks so peaceful.

At this time, two figures suddenly appeared above the top deck of the passenger ship.

"Hey..." Asuka opened her eyes wide and looked around, "I kind of miss this ship."

"I miss you a little. I met you here at the time." An Senlu put his hands into his pockets as he spoke, "Anyway, let's go shopping and see if there are any special events or hidden clues."

He still remembered the general structure of the Titanic, so he walked down the stairs into the aisle below. Asuka followed behind Ansen Deer. Ansen Deer walked on his own, but would turn around and wait for her from time to time.

The two came to the B deck, a closed aisle.

Suddenly, the surrounding lights dimmed, and the environment they were in seemed to be covered with an "image filter" and became blurred, as if the game system played a CG centered on their location. Images, so that they can intuitively feel the visual and auditory impact.

"Huh?" Asuka was taken aback.

"It's just a projection, it can't touch us..." An Senlu looked at the sudden changes in the surroundings, "Well... From this point of view, it might be a 'historical' image, right?"

"Historical imagery?"

"Yes, just pretend that we are playing VR games. Anyway, don't be too nervous. I'm afraid you will turn into a dragon and blow me to death with a spout of fire."

bang——

The appalling noise was about to tear the eardrums of the two of them.

The next moment, the tip of the iceberg suddenly fell through this aisle, cutting the entire Titanic in half from the middle. The sea was violent, and the young man with countless chess shadows around his shoulders flew away with the iceberg. Come in.

He hit the wall, creating a deep hole.

"cough……"

The boy's right arm was broken by the iceberg and fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from the opening of his body. The long dragon's chant echoed amidst the storm and thunder. Roaring under the night moon.

"cough……"

The young man clutched his broken arm, slowly raised his head, and got away from the pit in the wall. His dark brown eyes reflected the giant dragon churning in the Atlantic Ocean.

His eyes were cold, and he said in a hoarse voice: "This thing can't be solved..."

"This is, you?" Asuka stared blankly at the 'projected figure' hitting the wall, "No...he is..."

"It's not me, it's the principal." An Senlu stared ahead.

"The headmaster used a pawn and brought Xuelong back to 1912, right?" Asuka recalled.

"Well, at that time I thought there might be two reasons." Anson Lu said: "The first reason is that the principal simply dragged Xuelong to the Atlantic Ocean in 1912 in order to help other players avoid the range AOE skills. The two reasons may be... At that time, the principal had already judged that there was no chance of a comeback in the world boss battle, so he wanted to drag Xue Long to the past to try, and now it seems to be the latter."

"That is to say... the headmaster is already dying at this time?"

"Death struggle is not counted, the principal can't die, and he has been lingering for decades..." An Senlu laughed at himself: "To be precise, his current situation should be called 'back to the wall', 'let go' or something like that. of."

"We've already lost..." The principal got up from the ground, "As expected, since Xue Long was brought into this era, the system has directly judged that we have lost this world boss battle."

The sea water poured into the corridor soaked his clothes, and the smell of blood faded away. He clenched his teeth tightly, his slightly twitching face was full of undisguised violence, and blood continued to flow out from the cut of his right arm.

"His hand..." Asuka frowned slightly, a little worried.

Although she knew it was just a historical image, she still couldn't help but feel a little distressed when she saw the headmaster who looked exactly like An Senlu injured like this.

"The principal was fine later, and there are props in the mall that can heal his broken arm." An Senlu said with a blank expression, "Don't worry about this old bastard, in a sense, he is the culprit who destroyed the world once... ..."

"Okay." Asuka nodded.

The headmaster covered the cut of his right arm with his left hand, walked step by step to the opening in the wall of the aisle, and looked at the dragon roaring in the sky. In a blink of an eye, two icebergs crashed down again, and the sea rolled violently.

"God... is actually a child." He murmured, "If I had seen... that child was a game developer, if I could have negotiated with him then, I might have had a chance."

"God is a child?" Asuka asked, "What does God mean, the developer of the game?"

"It should be." Anson Lu put his hand to his chin. When he said this, he naturally thought of the teacher in the "Chronicle of World Mythology"-Naxiu.

If Naxiu is really a game developer, then he, like the principal, missed the opportunity to negotiate with the other party.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" The principal knelt in a pool of blood, every inch of his right arm was cracked, and the scarlet color was continuously splashed down.

At this moment, a girl faintly appeared beside him, and the moonlight shone on her slightly sad face.

"It seems that there is no way, chess player." Sisdoria said: "The dragon has begun to evolve, it will absorb all the damage it receives, and we have no way to cause any damage to it."

"Who is this, the stone statue of the queen?" Uesugi Asuka was taken aback, and this girl suddenly appeared.

"No, this is the type of chess the principal uses to travel through time," An Senlu said slowly, "I only know her name is Sistoria, and I don't know anything else."

"Historia..." Asuka murmured.

The headmaster stared blankly at the broken ground, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he almost roared:
"If, if I knew in advance that there was no No. 12 round of dungeons, then I might still have a chance to change everything. I started this battle without any preparation. How could I have a chance of winning...

"But I can't go back, your skill mechanism is there... If I want to teleport to the beginning of the evolution game, I have to wait at least 30 years later."

"No way, my teleportation limit is that I can't teleport to a time point within 30 years." Sisdoria sighed, "This is something I can't change, since I was created, this is doomed."

"...30 years, how could I delay it for so long?" The principal grabbed his head with his hands and said hoarsely: "Before the day when the conditions for crossing over come, the white dragon should have leveled the whole world... "

"But you have to try...don't you?" Hystoria whispered: "If nothing is done like this, there will be only one path left to ruin."

The headmaster knelt on the ground with his head bowed, his eyes were covered by messy strands of blood-stained hair.

He remained silent, his ears filled with ferocious dragon chant.

"There is a time travel, and it is impossible to travel to the time point of the last 30 years..." An Senlu said: "So that's why the principal lived to be in his 40s before he had the opportunity to teleport to my timeline."

"Wait, isn't the key point..." Asuka put her hand on her chin, "The principal just said that there is no No.12 round dungeon at all?"

"Yes, maybe the original game rules were just a cover. In fact, the No. 12 round of dungeons was the world boss battle, so the principal started this battle without any preparation."

When An Senlu said this, he took a deep breath and closed every inch of his pores.

It's really hard for him to imagine... If it comes to the No. 12 round of dungeons, if they are still kept in the dark, they will think that this is an ordinary dungeon, and the World Boss will fight behind this round of dungeons.

Then, all the players in the world were teleported to Tokyo abruptly by the system, and then they learned that the world boss battle was about to start. It was such a deep-seated despair that it was suffocating just by imagining it.

There was also a reason why the headmaster lost that battle.

"Then he is so confident in you that he didn't tell you such an important thing?" Asuka asked blankly.

"Maybe he thinks that I can investigate it with my own ability." An Senlu looked at the principal.

The headmaster was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and looked at the roaring forest white dragon under the moonlit night: "If this is my retribution... then let me bear it alone."

With his remaining left hand, he tremblingly grasped the rainbow-colored chess shadow around his shoulder. The chess shadow and Hystoria disappeared at the same time, and instead, a deafening bell resounded over the sea.

Immediately, the Christmas sleigh flew from above, and the headmaster rode the sleigh and swept towards the sea and sky.

An Senlu also turned his head to look at the sea, and saw a huge pendulum rising into the sky, swinging violently, bursting out with golden light, engulfing the principal and Bailong into it at the same time.

"The principal took that dragon through time again?"

"No, maybe I took it back to the original timeline," Anson Lu said, "It's not easy to travel with a dragon. I think the principal must have paid a lot to bring him back more than 100 years ago." the Atlantic."

"That's right, the headmaster must have brought him back." Asuka nodded: "Otherwise, if the headmaster left Hakuryu at this point in 1912, or brought back other past timelines, then Hakuryu can still It takes decades to evolve, and the world might end before we're even born."

"Yes, because of this, it is impossible for the headmaster to put Bailong in the past, he can only bring Bailong back to the original time." An Senlu turned his head and looked around, the surroundings have slowly changed back to the original, the projection just now The effect is gone.

The two kept silent, walked side by side, and soon turned to an outer corridor, the sea came into view suddenly, and the air with a hint of salt smelled, diluting a bit of anxiety and bewilderment.

The sea is clear and the sky is clear, the wind is sunny, the white clouds meander, and flocks of gulls fly across the sky and sprinkle their white feathers. Compared with the dark and heavy historical image just now, it seems that they are completely different. world.

"Do you want to go to other places to see?" Asuka asked An Senlu, holding on to the railing with both hands.

"It's not necessary, there should be no historical images left in other places," Anson Lu scratched the bridge of his nose, "Even if there were, it has nothing to do with the principal, and there is no way to provide us with any substantive information."

"Well, are you going back then?" Asuka looked at him.

"Go back." Anson Lu shrugged, "I'll come back later when I have time, anyway, I'm not in the mood right now."

"Okay." Asuka knew that Anson Lu had super intuition. Since he judged that there was nothing to explore on the passenger ship, then 90.00% of the result was correct.

So, the two returned to Liukan Town with the travel roll.

An Senlu lay down on the bed when he got home, and sent a message to Jiang Yijie and Lorenzo each.

The content of the message is the same——[Anson Deer: Come to Central Park around Beijing in the afternoon. I have important information to tell you. Also, it’s almost time to discuss the 'Copy of the Tower of Babel'. ]
After An Senlu sent these two messages, he set the alarm clock to go off an hour later, and then took a nap.

When he woke up, Lorenzo and Jiang Yijie had already replied to him.

[Lorenzo: I'm here, waiting for you at a nearby cafe. ]
[Jiang Yijie: I'm already in Huanjing, waiting for you to come over. ]
An Senlu yawned and closed the chat panel after confirming the two messages. It has to be said that he felt his position in the hearts of these two official bosses.

Afterwards, he washed his face, changed into a suit of clothes, and set off for Huanjing, the capital of China, with a travel roll.

Walking to the Central Park around Beijing, An Senlu sat down on the long wooden chair next to the fountain, and then sent a message to the two. Jiang Yijie soon arrived first, he was more familiar with the road around Beijing, and Lorenzo wanted to follow To some, but the time is not bad.

The three of them sat down on wooden chairs. In a place like Huanjing, as world-class celebrities, they reached a consensus—masks, sunglasses, and hats are all available, and nothing is missing. This outfit looks like three A party for the blind.

"So, what did you call us out for?" Jiang Yijie asked.

"First of all, I know the identity of the game developer. He is the teacher in the copy of 'World Myth Chronicle' - Naxiu." Anson Lu said, "Secondly, I have a very important piece of information to tell you... "

After a pause, An Senlu sighed softly, and said slowly: "There is no No. 12 round dungeon at all. Rather, the No. 12 round dungeon is actually a world boss battle."

Hearing this, both of them were taken aback, because An Senlu's two short sentences contained too much information.

"How did you know about this?" Jiang Yijie rested his hand on his chin and pondered, "Through the message left by the principal?"

Lorenzo remained silent, waiting for Anson to speak.

"It's a long story, I went to the Titanic." Anson Lu said, "In short, let me tell you slowly, and then I hope you can pass this matter to the officials of various countries. The No. 11 round of dungeons will end. Finally, prepare for the world boss battle in advance."

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