Great Voyage: God-level clones start from Liangmian Sunuo

This world is a huge chessboard, which includes the living and the dead, the living and the dead, and those who play chess are undoubtedly the gods.

Emperor Selino also wants to be on the table, not as a chess piece but as a chess player.

It is his ability, the almighty imperial decree, that carries his ambition.

This ability makes him feel omnipotent.

Although it is an illusion, such an ability makes him confident that his future is limitless.

I dare not say that I can rule the world, but I still have the confidence to occupy a place.

"The God of Death in the Underworld?"

Judge Vodka followed Selino's gaze.

A white-haired man wearing a fox mask came into his sight.

Seeing him, Vodka was a little surprised.

As a referee, Vodka is more responsible.

Even if there are many contestants.

But he still remembered the basic information of each contestant.

The man in the fox mask in front of him was called Yun.

He signed up through the famous Shuijing Aizen.

Although the registration period had passed.

But it can be supplemented! It is also called the backdoor.

In this conference controlled by the Dark Curtain, it is very easy to take the backdoor, because the Dark Curtain is a major force with both order and chaos.

In the Dark Curtain, this can't even be considered a backdoor, but a privilege of the strong.

"If it's him, then it's normal, after all, he was arranged by that person..."

Vodka is a member of the Tarot Totem Emperor faction.

He himself is trusted by Serino.

So he also knows a lot about the journey to the underworld that the emperor personally experienced.

Of course, the intelligence of the underworld was reported to the boss.

However, Dior's coldness should make them understand.

They think that shocking news may be commonplace for gods.

They don't know what gods can do, so they can't judge.

But Vodka thinks that they just need to do their job well.

"What are you going to do?"

Vodka looked at the profile of Celino, and he knew how much he knew about the emperor.

This man has some thoughts about the underworld.

Just worried about the death god in the underworld, maybe now is an opportunity.

The man below may know more about the information of the death god.

"I have asked Gisney to contact him as soon as possible..."

Hearing Celino's answer, Vodka nodded.

Gisney, codenamed Chariot, is also a member of the emperor's faction, and usually works with the emperor.

He participated in this conference.

It's just that guy is simple-minded and just drives around every day.

Vodka thought of Gisney driving a motorcycle and laughing like a gangster, and shook his head.

He continued to watch the three huge tornadoes.

Three tornadoes, three tornadoes have special meanings.

The tornado on the left represents the past, and those who cling to the past will not be able to pass through.

The tornado on the right represents the future, and those who fear the future will not be able to pass through.

The tornado in the middle represents the naked, realistic present.

Although it looks like the smallest tornado, it has the strongest lethality.

But even in the naked present, as long as you can make a little flexibility, you can easily pass through the tornado.

Well, there is a certain strength foundation. If you are really too weak, you will still die even if you make some flexibility.

This is the secret of the three tornadoes, and it is also the result of the emperor's deliberate study of time.

Although it is still very superficial, it is already a huge breakthrough for the emperor.

Vodka knows.

Due to the influence of the boss, the god of time.

The emperor is most interested in time, and he believes that it is the strongest power in the world.

But Vodka felt that doing his job well was the most important thing, and so was strength.

He did not remind the emperor, because who could prove that this man was wrong, not even if he was the judge.

Splash!

The sea was sweeping and surging.

From Vodka's perspective, he could vaguely see countless figures floating in the sea below the waterspout.

That was the rescue team for this conference.

The person in charge of the rescue team was a member of Tarot Totem, Benna, codenamed Justice.

That person used his power to directly mobilize a bloody army as a rescue team.

In order to be able to rescue without restraint in broad daylight, he even asked the emperor to give them a BUFF. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It can be said that the emperor was also attentive in order to win over Benna.

"I'm leaving first..."

Vodka left after leaving a brief sentence.

Next, he had to save his strength to deal with unexpected events.

It was not easy to be a referee in this tournament.

While Vodka continued to be a referee.

On the other side.

From the fertile forest.

Several figures that attracted much attention rushed out of the forest.

Many contestants looked at these figures with surprise.

The reason was simple, the style was different.

While they were running for their lives, these people actually had transportation.

Some people even wanted to report it.

"Hahaha! Go, go, go!"

The hearty laughter spread all around. []

One of the figures rode a motorcycle made of wood, laughing and galloping.

It was obviously a motorcycle made of wood, but it really drove like a normal tool, and there was even exhaust gas.

This man was wearing a motorcycle suit and had fluffy red hair.

It was Gisney, the man whose Tarot totem codename was Chariot.

At this moment, he was driving this wooden motorcycle, laughing loudly at the figure behind him.

“I am the fastest motorcycle in the worldHand, you want to win me, dream on!"

"Just eat my exhaust! Hahahaha!"

Boom boom boom!

More violent exhaust spurted out.

The man in casual clothes behind him was almost pissed off by the exhaust.

"I'm so pissed off! !"

"Kuzan, speed up the ice track."

"I want to overtake that little brat."

The man stood on an ice sled similar to a bumper car.

There were only front and back positions on the ice sled.

He stood in the front position, opened his bow left (King Qian's) right, holding two ice ski poles, and accelerated manually.

There was an ice track in front that automatically derived, just like skiing.

"Uh... Mr. Karp, there is a tornado ahead! "

Kuzan looked at Garp's back and felt a bit awkward.

God knows how he got through it.

Originally, he and Mr. Garp were walking well together, but later, Mr. Garp saw the famous tank Gisney making a wooden motorcycle in the forest.

Then it became like this, and the race started inexplicably.

But, it's a race, why do you have to drag him into it!

Originally, Kuzan just wanted to get some guaranteed points.

Suddenly being involved in a race and doing hard labor was also tiring.

He really wanted to cover his eyes and go to sleep.

"Just add if I ask you to."

"Don't worry, I'll do it."

Garp waved his hand, full of confidence.

But the more he did this, the more uncertain Kuzan felt.