Chapter 519

In the silence of the narrow dark room, on Mr. Riddle's side, the light from the monsters above the cards illuminated his face.

Waiting in vain for the god's answer, this prophet of the Fifth Era turned his head to look at Xia De behind him.

Xia De nodded:

"I think, what comes next depends on our courage."

"Rest assured, sir, now besides courage, I have nothing."

The man, who was very sloppy because he hadn't bathed for a long time, pressed his right sleeve with his left hand, and his right hand placed the 【Universal: Balance】 into the seventh slot in front of him.

Just as Xia De calculated, the card size of the Tarot cards was exactly the same as the size of the gambling table's slot. Even when Mr. Riddle was preparing to place the card, the 【Universal: Balance】 seemed to be actively sucked into the slot.

Whether it was Xia De or Mr. Riddle, both were incomparably nervous at this moment. And the five witches (note) on the tabletop, as well as the demon, sea monster, and dragon, were actually all watching this slot.

Suddenly, a sound came from the wall of the room. It was those corpses with varying degrees of decay speaking:

"Cards not seen for a long time."

"So it is Universal."

The two sentences came from two different voices, and they even used completely different languages.

"It is the power of balance."

"Gamble, hate balance the most."

The overlapping voices made it almost impossible for Xia De to identify them, and as the corpses spoke, the cards embedded in the slots really began to glow.

A small dark golden scale floated above the cards, and in front of the black-robed god, the sixth witch officially appeared.

Flowing colorful light streams gathered toward the center of the table along the grooves in front of the fourteen cards. The witch, demon, sea monster, and dragon also all flew toward the center of the table and started fighting. The magic sword was controlled by the demon, the cannibal house protected the monsters from the rear, and the altar of the Ancient God protected the witch.

The battle became more and more real. Just the shockwave generated by the light bomb attack of the witches almost knocked Mr. Riddle, whose body was somewhat weak, to the ground.

The two of them almost walked in reverse along the path Xia De had taken last time. After walking out of the intricate slum alleys, they arrived at the street north of Song Square, and then on this morning shrouded in thin mist, together with the bustling crowd, they actually entered Song Square.

"Why does this card have no effect?"

Mr. Riddle asked in surprise, and Xia De also frowned.

Clearly, a dark golden scale appeared above 【Universal: Balance】, indicating that the table accepted the effect of this card. But that scale just floated quietly above the card and had no effect on the card game at all.

"Did you feel anything?"

Xia De asked in his heart.

【That gambling table has elements of miracle, blasphemy, enlightenment, and whispers.】

But Xia De wanted to know more detailed things, so he reached out to touch his 【Origin: Balance】.

And this time, his hand was still directly bounced away by the gambling table. If he hadn't been prepared, Xia De would probably have been knocked flying to the wall in the distance again.

"Could it be..."

Letting Mr. Riddle not worry, Xia De, who was holding his own wrist, suddenly thought of a possibility. Whether it was the people of the Fifth Era or the Sixth Era, in terms of knowledge, they were probably not as good as the outsider Xia De. This knowledge did not refer to occult knowledge, but some whimsical ideas:

"Mr. Riddle, hold that scale!"

"What?"

The prophet was somewhat dazed, but quickly understood what he meant. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the tabletop of the stone table:

"You mean..."

He reached out his hand and carefully held the lower end of the scale. After hesitating for a moment, he closed his palm. Thus, that golden scale was really held in his palm. Golden light marks shot into the sky, illuminating the areas in the room that were still dark.

And when the light marks disappeared, Mr. Riddle seemed to be stunned there, still maintaining the action of holding the scale.

"How is it?"

Xia De asked nervously, worried that his suggestion would hurt this ordinary person.

Mr. Riddle was really stunned, and it took several seconds before he said:

"This item has been judged as a prop for the gambling table. Before the gamble ends, I can use it to interfere with both sides fighting. Enhance our side's power and suppress the opponent's power."

This was quite similar to Iluna's talent.

"But what is the price of using the scale?"

"Calculated by time, three months of life each time, can be used up to three times before the gamble ends."

He carefully let go of the scale and let it float quietly above 【Universal: Balance】.

"Don't use it, at least don't use it now. Mr. Riddle, put the remaining two cards into the slots."

Xia De reminded him, and the prophet, who had experienced the information shock for the first time, still nodded blankly after several seconds. This time he picked up 【Universal: Darkness】.

As Mr. Riddle's eighth card entered the slot, the eighth card also appeared on the god's side. But this time, the card face was no longer a witch, nor was it the altar that had appeared once, but a temple.

The phantom of the temple model appeared on the tabletop on the god's side, covering the six witches and providing them with more powerful strength along with the altar. The influx of new power made the demon, dragon, and sea monster even more precarious, because 【Universal: Darkness】 also did not provide power, but turned into a prop.

That was a black robe, or a piece of cloth similar to a robe. Mr. Riddle grabbed it in his hand and sure enough obtained information again:

"This can be used as a gambling table prop. After use, several black whirlpools will appear in the battle field of the gambling table. For our side, the whirlpools can perform spatial movement and healing, while for the enemy side, approaching the whirlpools will cause them to continuously lose power."

"What is the price?"

"Can only be used once, pay one year of life."

"Don't use it for now."

But the situation on the table was already quite dangerous. Mr. Riddle released the small robe, but did not touch the last card:

"Sir, if we don't turn the situation around now, it will become more difficult later. I must at least make the scale of the gamble tilt slightly toward the middle."

Saying this, he ignored Xia De's opposition and held the dark golden scale again.

Xia De immediately reached out and pressed his shoulder behind Mr. Riddle. The prophet wearing the brown robe turned his head slightly to look at the hand with golden cracks on his shoulder, and then looked up at Xia De's face:

"Sir, this is my game of life."

His eyes looked at Xia De, and Xia De saw the determination:

"I just hope you can think it through, humans don't have many three months."

"But to defeat the god, even if it's just defeating the god on the gambling table, three months of life is very worth it. When I return to my hometown, on a leisurely afternoon, sitting under a tree and bragging to those children about my courage, I can take this matter out and talk about it many times... provided I can still remember this matter."

He said with a smile, and there was not much regret in his tone. Xia De sighed, nodded, and withdrew his hand.

Thus, Mr. Riddle held the scale in his right hand and looked at the gambling table, then threw it lightly, and the dark golden scale flew to the top of the gambling table.

Originally, the two ends of the scale were balanced, but after stopping above the center of the table, it slowly tilted toward Mr. Riddle's end.

Dark golden light dust sprinkled down, the intensity of the spiritual light on the witches was significantly weakened, while the bodies of the demon, dragon, and wriggling sea monster grew at least a circle larger.

The phantom of the dark golden scale remained above the table, and the scale body returned above the card. The strengthened demon led its companions to charge toward the witches. This time, they occupied a clear upper hand.

"Just using it once completely turned the situation around."

Xia De thought in surprise, and then saw Mr. Riddle put 【Origin: Silver Moon】 into the ninth slot.

A seventh witch appeared in front of the god. After joining the battle, the two sides could be considered evenly matched, but Mr. Riddle's side still occupied the advantage.

This time, what emerged from above the card was a silver sphere, or rather...

"Silver Moon?"

Looking at this miniaturized moon, Xia De felt breathless for some reason. He wanted to reach out and touch this moon, but he knew that the gambling table would not allow an outsider like him to interfere rashly.

"Is something wrong with my body?"

【Everything is normal.】

"But now..."

【This is your psychological problem.】

Mr. Riddle had already held the moon, waited for a few seconds, and then told Xia De the answer:

"Silver Moon, can also serve as a gambling table prop. When I use it, I can summon a silver moon, and the battle field will be defaulted to 'night'. This will not cause an impact on the other side, but all creatures in our field will automatically have the effect of healing wounds under the moonlight, and all can use power related to the moon. The specific manifestation of the ability is determined by the basic cards. It can only be used once per gamble, paying three years of life each time."

"Basic cards?"

"Oh, those are the cards of true life experiences."

Mr. Riddle explained, but the reason Xia De frowned was not because he heard unfamiliar terms, but because the gambling rules of this table seemed more complex and perfect than he imagined.

But if this kind of game could only be completed on this table, then such perfect and huge rules that even refused to be fully explained were somewhat incomprehensible. So, perhaps there was more than one such table, or... in the past, there really existed a game of life that circulated among ordinary people.

"Sir, there is only one last position left now."

Mr. Riddle interrupted Xia De's thinking, because this time there were no new monsters appearing on his side, so the speed of this card game was very fast. Now, only 10 minutes and 23 seconds had passed since Xia De came here. It seemed he could have some time left at the end.

"Do you have any similar cards?"

The ancient prophet asked with expectation. Xia De was very familiar with this look of wanting to see new things.