It sounds, but there's no doubt about it.

At this moment, Black's morale exploded like never before.

As long as you can win this battle and survive, you will be able to fight with the woman you love.

As long as they can win this battle, they can be exempted from military service and taxes in the future, and even the state will pay pensions.

Such a king who thinks about his soldiers, dare not die for it?

Kill!

In an instant, all of Black's soldiers began to charge forward as if they were hanging.

"That's right, the first team will attack head-on, the second team will advance on the flank, and the bishop will support at any time!"

The empty side constantly directs the soldiers on the field to make tactical changes.

"Damn!"

Mandela clenched his fists, his face full of displeasure.

What bastards!

Why did it become like this, obviously some words that look very stupid, but they can make these virtual chess pieces burst out with such enthusiasm?!

No way.

Mandela couldn't understand it.

Obviously, they are just a group of creatures that have been temporarily given life, similar to demonics.

Why are you stimulated by such outrageous conditions?

Mandela was a little puzzled.

Although these chess pieces are very anthropomorphic.

But in the end, it's just that the demon king is embodied, similar to the existence of demons.

There is no past, no future.

Even after this game of chess, all the sides will start again.

At that time, both sides will be brand new chess pieces.

So the question is, even if such a pawn promises so many benefits, can they get it?

Mandela was somewhat unable to understand the idea of these pawns.

"A team of defense, a knight ......"

Mandela began to command quickly.

On the battlefield, the chess pieces of black and white entered a state of anxiety in an instant.

"So, it's chess, right?"

An upright lizardman swallowed, his voice a little dry.

"Yes, it's chess."

An Amazon warrior next to the lizardman confirmed.

"So, okay, it's a turn-based game?"

I don't know who said it, and the scene fell silent instantly.

Although knowing that this game doesn't seem to be the same as ordinary chess, but-

Look at the two sides in the field, just like the two armies, attacking and defending.

Doesn't your conscience hurt when you play chess like this?

You're not a turn-based game anymore, but a battle game!

"Bastard!"

Mandela clenched his fists tightly, and the anger on his face was irrepressible.

Obviously, he has seen through the other party's tricks, but why did it develop into this situation.

Although the black and white chess pieces in the field seem to have fallen into a state of anxiety at the moment, they can see that they have been playing with two strokes.

After all, one side is using an iron-blooded policy, while the other side is using the morale-boosting means of 'three indiscriminate'.

In contrast, his own side is inferior.

The next moment, Mandela clenched his fists tightly.

In any case, this time the game must not be lost by your own side!

It's not just Salamandra's face problem, it's more because of Sandora.

This is the first battle of Sandora, the leader of the Hierarchy Dominators, and even if she fights for her own life, she must win this game!

"Brother Mandela told me to come."

With Sandora's words, Mandela stepped back respectfully.

Immediately, Sandora pulled out a gift card.

"Strengthen!"

As Sandora's words fell, the white chess pieces, which were originally in a stalemate or even faintly at a disadvantage, suddenly seemed to have been forced to take a needle, and the one-sided battle began at this moment.

Black's pieces are losing and retreating.

Cheers kept ringing out at this moment.

At this moment, a pair of fiery eyes kept sweeping over Sandora's face.

It was a gaze of reverence.

Anyway, the other party is a subordinate of the Demon King.

can actually suppress the demon king's subordinates, this kind of strength is enough to serve as a class dominant!

"Sister... Sister, it seems that the situation is not quite right~"

A rare cold sweat broke out on his empty forehead.

It would be too much of a cheating to take out the gift card to strengthen the soldiers on your side!

Glancing at Xiao Se, he saw that Xiao Se didn't move, and his empty brain began to run at great speed.

"Admit defeat, although you are the Demon King's subordinates, it is impossible for you to win me without any gifts."

Looking at the two blank brothers and sisters in a panic, Sandora kindly reminded.

Although among the many rumors in the lower classes, the Demon King is a group of extremely vicious people.

But the demon king and his men he saw this time did not seem to be the most vicious people.

"Hehe, you must be underestimating me!"

Suddenly, Sora covered his head and sneered.

"Soldiers of the White side, please lay down your weapons!"

The next moment, the sound of the air came out.

The originally scorching battlefield suddenly froze.

"Soldiers, do you really want to serve such a king?"

The soul-piercing sound made all the soldiers tremble.

"Forcing all soldiers to go to the battlefield, and if they don't go to the battlefield, they will be punished with atrocities, is such a king worthy of worship?"

"Bastard, do it for me!"

Mandela instinctively felt that something was wrong, and ordered the soldiers below, and a knight jumped up in an instant and was about to launch a surprise attack on the other party!

"When~"

"What?!"

The sound of iron and gold made Mandela's eyes widen.

Although it was strengthened, even if the knight was stopped by the other party's soldiers, Mandela was not surprised at all.

But, at this moment, it turned out to be the one who stopped his subordinates-

Bishops under their own command!

Why–

Can this game still be played like this?!

"In contrast, the king on our side is sympathetic to the life and death of his subordinates at every step, and you want to hurt such a virtuous king who thinks about the people, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

The next moment, Sora violently opened the hair on his white face that was blocking his eyes.

Meng Mengda's tearful eyes instantly appeared in the eyes of all the soldiers on the chessboard.

"Take up your arms, all soldiers of conscience who do not want to be ruled by tyrants, and put an end to this battle once and for all, and I promise that after the war is over, I promise to give myself the reward of my soldiers, and I will also reward all soldiers of conscience.

Arise, you who do not want to be slaves! ”

"Roar~"

The next moment, the atmosphere in the stadium changed again.

The white pieces suddenly turned gray with about half of the pieces.

Originally, there were only black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, but a third-party chess piece appeared in an instant.

"Under the high-pressure military government, although orders and prohibitions can be carried out, it is more likely to mutiny."

Xiao Se looked at the reverse sixteen nights around him and said quietly.

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