Demon Cultivator in Abyssal Era

Chapter 205: Chapter 142: Heavy Blow (Part 3)

If they wanted to continue, they would have to exchange their equipment and artifacts for chips, but both knew this was just a futile struggle to buy time.

Exchanging a glance, Song Lichuan and Bian Guanyue saw determination in each other’s eyes!

Almost simultaneously, their weapons appeared in their hands without warning, slashing toward the Bet Chain that bound them!

Without a moment’s hesitation, they used their strongest attack skills. Under the massive energy fluctuation, the entire gambling table and the cards on it were shattered, and the Bet Chain binding them broke!

But at the moment of breaking, due to the penalty for breaking the rule, an extremely powerful mental attack directly struck their souls! Even though they had prepared in advance to counter mental attacks, they still vomited blood, their faces pale!

If there were a profession here that could see souls, they would find that their souls had been heavily damaged, with several terrifying large holes, hanging by a thread.

With such severe soul damage, Song Lichuan felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if someone had jabbed a nail into his temple and was stirring madly. Waves of dizziness and nausea surged, making it hard for him to even walk steadily.

Yet, relying on his strong will, he steadied his mind, gritting his teeth as he threw an artifact toward the notary behind him.

[Void Soul Rope (Legend)] The target hit will be locked in the void, unable to move for a short time; the specific duration depends on the user’s strength.

At the same time, Bian Guanyue also used an obstructive artifact on the Baron, and the two immediately fled without hesitation!

However, behind them, the Baron didn’t even bother to struggle, just watched with an amused smile as the two fled like panicked mice.

Just as the two were about to rush out of the Golden Hall, two blood-smeared spears suddenly shot out from the doorway, piercing directly through their bodies!

The enormous kinetic energy contained in the spears sent their bodies flying back like ragdolls, and they were pinned heavily to the ground along with the spears!

”Argh!”

Song Lichuan spat out a mouthful of blood, looking blankly at the exquisite glass dome of the Golden Hall, his eyes gradually losing focus.

In his blurred vision, a terrifying creature he had never seen before appeared in front of him.

With a grim, ghoul-like face, four blood-colored pupils filled with violent killing intent, a towering body five meters tall wearing bloodstained iron armor, and a pair of ragged dark wings flapping behind.

[Two-winged Fallen Blood Angels]

[Tier: General Tier Level 3 (Elite)]

”Cough, cough!”

Song Lichuan lay on his back, blood gushing from his mouth.

Beside him was the Baron’s mocking laughter: ”Did you really think I was stupid enough not to take any precautions besides the notary?”

He didn’t reply, only struggling to pull his body out from the spear that pinned him to the ground, but the weakness of his body felt so real, the soul-wrenching pain in his brain making it impossible for him to focus on doing anything.

After much effort, just as he barely pulled his body out slightly, a second spear was hurled over.

”Pfft!”

His body was firmly nailed to the ground by the immense force.

He gazed dazedly at the glass dome of the Golden Hall, his once bright eyes gradually dimming, and beside him was Bian Guanyue, also pinned to the ground.

Song Lichuan was utterly in despair.

His hands that grasped the spear slowly lowered, hanging by his sides.

”Tap, tap.”

Crisp footsteps sounded in his ears as the Baron, along with the notary, approached the two at a leisurely pace.

The Baron looked down at Song Lichuan, shaking his head regretfully, ”Why did you break the rules? You could have served me as a retainer, but now look at your fate.”

”The Gambling God’s [Rules] are absolute; any violator will be executed.”

”What a pity, such a pity.”

In his self-muttering, the Baron slowly drew the longsword from his waist and raised it high.

The bright silver blade reflected blinding cold light, and Song Lichuan knew his death was nigh.

Before joining the trial, he had mentally prepared for the possibility of death, but never truly believed he would fall in a minor Fierce Tier trial.

Yet reality was so cruel.

But for some reason, in this death’s door moment, Chen Ce suddenly came to his mind.

To be honest, Song Lichuan always had absolute confidence in himself. In his view, even if the other three dragged their feet, he could still lead them through the trial, subconsciously thinking that the others were fortunate to meet someone like him.

So when Chen Ce refused his offer to collaborate, though he remained outwardly indifferent, he secretly mocked, thinking Chen Ce somewhat ignorant for missing such a golden opportunity.

But who would have thought that he would end up in such a miserable state?

And even implicated others.

Lin Ji’s soul was still wailing in agony, repeatedly crying for help.

If his fate were self-inflicted, Bian Guanyue’s was entirely due to his misguided decision-making. She had chosen to follow him out of trust.

Looking at Bian Guanyue pinned beside him, also staring hopelessly at the sky, regret and guilt filled Song Lichuan’s soul.

The Silver Sword began its descent, and Song Lichuan’s last thought drifted to Chen Ce.