我在無限遊戲裡封神 (Eng)

119. Evil God Festival

Chapter 429

Evil God Ritual - Boathouse

The presidents of the major guilds shook hands with Bai Liu in turn, and then left.

The moderator continued his commentary in shock: "According to the usual procedure, the first place pre-season player should draw the team first, but since the president of the first place pre-season team, Russell Cemetery, is in the process of changing, the president of the second place team, Wandering Circus - "

"-- Bai Liu, come forward to draw the team!"

In front of the large screen in the viewing pool, a raffle table slowly protrudes, with an opaque black curtain box with an opening for a person's arm, and three steps below the raffle table.

Bai Liu slowly stepped forward, stepped onto the dais, lowered his eyes and, with everyone in the room watching with bated breath, reached inside the box, grasped a ping-pong ball inside, took it out and handed it to the staff waiting nearby.

The staff member carefully cut open the elastic ball with a knife, then took out a piece of paper from inside and carefully unfolded it face down without looking at it himself, but simply held it up and turned it around to show the whole audience.

A brief silence fell over the otherwise noisy crowd as they saw the sign on the piece of paper.

The guild members of the eight teams sitting on the inner perimeter also had stunned expressions, many of them dropping even their waving banners in a trance.

Hearts raised an eyebrow slightly, Phoebe cupped her face cutely and grinned crookedly, Cen Buming looked cool and clutched his chest as if expecting it, Daniel sat up with a grim look on his face, Georgia tilted his head slightly and whispered something to Armand who looked serious next to him.

With his arms folded and his cane propped up, Charles looked away from Bai Liu, who was standing in the middle of the ornamental pond with an uncharacteristic look on his face, and curled his lips slightly.

This gamble is getting interesting.

Liao Ke's grip on Spades' shoulder tightened abruptly as Bai Yi stared dumbfounded at the label and muttered, "Shit, we can't be this unlucky ......"

"The Reverse God is not here." Bai Jiamu snapped his head around to look at Liao Ke, his face dark, "How can we fight without a tactician?!"

The host's voice trembled with excitement as his waving arms resounded throughout the viewing pool, "What unspeakable good fortune, our newly promoted team, right out of the gate, has drawn the number one team - the Killer Sequence!!!"

The one that was held up with the label paper had a reverse cross drawn on it - the emblem of the Killer Sequence.

Regardless of whether this match is won or lost, drawing the Killer Sequence means that the Killer Sequence will definitely go down to play, and whether it wins or loses, it means that a huge number of betting pools will go down with a bang on the opening day of the challenge.

The whole crowd was in a frenzy!

"The battle is about to begin! All spectators, take your places! Get your chips in hand and get ready to place your bets!" The host shook his hands, his face contorted with excitement, "And now for the Tactician of the Killer Sequence to come down to the ring for the usual declaration of war session with the Tactician of the Wandering Circus!"

Liao Ke took a deep breath as he raised his hand to indicate he wanted to speak, "Our team's tactician is away and I am temporarily acting as tactician to execute the flow of the game."