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It seems that I just found a piece of pure black space that I don't know how high it is, I don't know how deep it is, I don't know how wide it is on the left, and I don't know how wide it is on the right.

A piece of black and white squares paved, the floor of the very stereotypical chess and card room abruptly emerges in this space.

A white light swayed down from the black space above, and the bright white light sprinkled monotonously over a circular area and so on.

On the black and white square floor, there is a maroon ordinary four-legged round table, which is neatly covered with a black velvet tablecloth, on which are placed endless, innumerable, large and small chess pieces.

No one moves the pieces, but the pieces move on their own, and each piece changes position on the board according to its own rules.

Every second, countless chess pieces disappear, and every second, countless more chess pieces appear.

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Originally, this space was quiet.

But suddenly, as if opening and closing their eyes, five figures were already sitting around the small table.

A pot-bellied poop, yellow-green pus gushing from his belly, his chair made of solid vines, half alive, flesh and flowers gladly spitting pus and sewage.

The other half withered and withered, and all the death and silence wrapped around the vine branches.

But if someone else observes, they see that the two sides of this chair are constantly changing, and the half that was dead in the last second is full of life in the next second.

His pus splattered on the round table, soaking the nearby tablecloth with a foul-smelling liquid.

But such an irreverent picture, the other people at the table turned a blind eye.

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A flickering and changing figure "sits" on a crystal chair that is also changing, and for a moment tentacles stretch out of his body, but in an instant he becomes the sharp beak of a bird, chirping and screaming.

The only constant is the blue light that is dark and bright, dark and light.

The crystal chair is constantly changing, shimmering with strange light, and its shape sometimes becomes so strange that it can hardly be called a chair, but he always finds the right position to "sit" on it.

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The red light roared with rage, and the chairs made of countless skulls were gilded with brass, and compared to the other seats, the seats were all made of skulls.

But He loved it.

Next to the chair, a tomahawk imbued with a violent aesthetic was slashed directly into the floor.

Countless blood burst out from the gaps in the skull, killing, destroying, beheading, fighting, and he who was in charge of justice and tyranny roared angry words all the time.

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Beside him, sat a graceful figure writhing, shimmering with an eerie purple light glittering on his scales, perfect and eerie, chanting happily, a serpentine figure wrapped around the chair, and every now and then the tail suddenly tensed somewhere, or suddenly relaxed, accompanied by a distinctly abrupt hum.

The chair beneath him is the ultimate work of art, engraved with all the patterns that countless artists can imagine in their lifetimes, perfect and charming.

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The four occupied most of the round table, and the green juice, blue light, blood, and lust that symbolized their territory soaked from their seats, slowly seeping into the black velvet tablecloth, and slowly corroding the chess pieces on the tablecloth.

Compared to the other four, the last one left occupies the smallest space at the round table.

But this does not hide his nobility.

He was dressed in a white robe, white and white, without a trace of carving, and under the simple linen cloth was the most perfect body of strong ketones imaginable by humans, and his muscles were strong but aesthetically pleasing.

Although he was visibly ignored by the four at the table, the smallest of the seats, even cramped, he sat calmly, the gold chair shining discreetly.

On the round table, under the white light, above the chessboard, there are twenty-one chess pieces that are obviously higher than the rest of the thousands of sentient beings, and the finely carved textures are dazzling, attracting the attention of the four people on the field.

But for now, most of the delicate chess pieces were taken into the arms of the most inconspicuous player, and the four gods, more or less, all shook their heads and blinked in dissatisfaction.

The greedy guy has to pay.

Contracts are not the same as rules, and breaking them requires punishment from them themselves.

However, the trend on the chessboard is ever-changing, and the time has not yet come, and the story has not yet reached its climax.

On the table, near death and corruption, a delicate chess piece carved into a scythe stands proudly, moving in small increments according to its own rules.

At its side, Father laid down a rotten alien chess piece, and the two of them had been fighting since the beginning, and the small but delicate duel caused Father to laugh incessantly.

But, at some point, one of the tiniest chess pieces near them suddenly grew a little larger, which certainly did not escape the gaze of the gods.

This chess piece looks like the rest of the smallest chess pieces, just the most ordinary chess pieces, and there is nothing attractive.

But if you pay a little more attention, you'll notice that it has a black dot on it.

Is it an untouchable person? These blackened pawns have always been despised by the gods.

But if you look closely, the black dot on the chess piece is actually a miniature hole.

The deep hole leads to somewhere, a very small point, but it seems to be connected to another infinitely vast, vast space.

Nurgle muttered, he had always disliked the little ones that appeared from time to time.

They appear extremely infrequently and are often confused.

According to the tacit agreement of the gods, these little guys who may threaten the whole world should be eliminated directly.

What's more, this obnoxious guy is still next to his favorite pawn.

He began to rearrange, but a clash came from the far side of the chessboard at the junction with the Lord of Change.

Nasty guys.

The stagnant Nurgle and the changing Tzeentch are bitter rivals, and they are often at war with each other.

In the midst of the struggle between Nurgle and Tzeentch, the Lord of Humanity continues to calmly advance his pawns.

Finally, he arrived.

The delicate chess piece holding the scythe appeared in his hand at the same time as the inconspicuous little chess piece.

He didn't erase the little chess piece in the first place.

"Oh-no, won't it?"

Slaanesh twisted exaggeratedly, his face contorted, as if making the most exaggerated expression he could imagine.

"Are you going to change those little pacts between us?"

"You can't always do these little tricks!! It's not good for this world?!! ”

The red figure was furious,

The blue figure screamed wildly,

"See, I'm not the first to change the agreement?!"

"But ......"

His eyes shone with wisdom and cunning,

"If you insist on doing this, then we can change the agreement."

"It's clear that you want to play, have you forgotten the beginning?"

Nurgle looked disapprovingly at Tzeentch, the damn bluebird.

"That's it, obviously you want to play! It's you every time?! ”

Slaanesh winked at Tzeentch, who was not averse to these little tricks, which were dangerous, but which would give him a different kind of pleasure.

"Except for you two, we don't care to play these boring and risky tricks!!"

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When they saw that the emperor was still holding his son, they did not dwell too much, and the Lord of Change stretched out his "hand" and slapped the table.

Covenant rewrite.

The most subtle sounds of the game change.

No one noticed, and the four gods were noisy and noisy, and returned to their previous normal, as if the scene just now had not attracted much attention from them.

Once again, the Lord of Humanity seems to have been left out in the cold, but he remains unhurried.

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Behind him,

The fool who sneaks in the darkness outside the lamp appears silently, and the loser of the game has long been taunted by the four gods.

Out of sight from under the table, He handed the Emperor two sons.

The twisted smile was full of unwillingness and anger.

The Emperor smiled.

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Quick Facts: The main character's name - Hades (Hades) is the Hades in ancient Greek mythology.

Ruling the underworld, death, suffering. It is a symbol of the soul of the deceased.

At the same time, he doesn't care much.

It is often confused with the Grim Reaper by others.