Games of Nightmare Chapter 136

"This thing is really fcuking big." The illusionist who was sitting on the lamppost and looking at the giant monster Leviathan on the coast couldn't help but curse, and his long skirt was rustling in the strong wind.

The barrier of the Dusk Land was completely unable to prevent the violent breakthrough of the two domain lords. The prophet seemed to be worried about something and never tried his best to resist. He also knew that such resistance was futile.

The Land of Dawn, which he had founded with his own hands, did not become the new country of his dreams. Instead, it became a knife wielded at him by the person he trusted most.

To this day, the illusionist can still clearly recall the prophet's expression at that time, which was one of deep shock and disbelief. The fire of hope in his eyes gradually dimmed, turning into an expressionless loneliness. This scene was like a thorn growing in his heart, causing him pain to this day.

The angel statue in the underground ice palace collapsed, and his teacher moved into the ice lake, living in extreme cold all year round, in order to extend his remaining time - he didn't have much time left. It was not the number of days left to survive, but the limit a player could reach. He persisted for twenty-two years, but that was all. The deadline had come and there was nothing he could do.