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Chapter 166: The Ten Thousand Souls Banner? The Judge has arrived, and the Netherworld has bowed!

At this moment, Rhine and his group were on their way to the Wizard Chess competition venue.

Suddenly, Rhine saw bright red words appear on the system screen.

【You and Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and others left Jade Void Palace to travel. How could the incarnation of Daoist Duobao miss such a good opportunity?】

【This time, to ensure everything is foolproof, he sacrificed living beings, slaughtered myriad souls, refined a Myriad Souls Banner, and even set up a Soul-Slaying Array.】

【In the distant sky, a red light flickers faintly, and a dark aura is dense, like the underworld. Ten fierce ghosts whose souls were extracted by the incarnation of Daoist Duobao are wailing and howling, choosing people to devour.】

【This array is no small matter. Please, Host, quickly change course, otherwise, you will inevitably become a dead soul in the Myriad Souls Banner!】

A strange look appeared in Rhine's eyes.

Was Quirrell still not giving up, not taking advantage of his absence to plot for the Philosopher's Stone, but insisting on killing him outside Hogwarts?

But what means did he use to conjure up a Myriad Souls Banner and a Soul-Slaying Array in the system's judgment?

But after a moment, Rhine looked at the description on the system screen, and his heart stirred slightly.

Judging from this, Quirrell's arrangement should be related to the soul?

A smile appeared on the corner of Rhine's mouth.

If it were something else, he might still need to be a bit cautious.

But when it comes to the soul...

Rhine looked at the Judge talent from the Bloody Baron on his body, the protection of the Netherworld, the Soul-Destroying Severance, and the method of refining the Judge's Pen, and the smile on his face grew even wider.

The Underworld Judge in this magical world is simply the master of the Netherworld, the nemesis of souls.

Dealing with him on the soul?

The refining of the Judge's Pen requires souls to fill it. Quirrell has already prepared it for him, so Rhine is naturally more than happy!

Immediately, Rhine didn't slow down at all, controlling his flying broom and continuing to fly towards the venue.

On the system screen, the bright red words flashed continuously. Seeing that he couldn't dissuade Rhine from heading straight for the Myriad Souls Banner and the Soul-Slaying Array, another line of words appeared on the screen.

【The Host looks towards the Soul-Slaying Array shrouded in Yin spirits and filled with ghostly aura in the distance, as well as the Myriad Souls Banner formed by slaughtering thousands of living beings, with a firm gaze.】

【Since it is an experience, one should break through thousands of difficulties and dangers. To avoid witnessing things that harm the common people, what kind of experience is that?】

【If I can turn a blind eye to the rampage of the Myriad Souls Banner, my Dao heart will not be clear.】

【The Way of Heaven is not to be feared, the Saints are not to be followed, my Dao surpasses the Way of Heaven, my Dharma surpasses all dharmas. This time, I will see if the Myriad Souls Banner can tolerate my Dao heart, and if the Soul-Slaying Array can make my soul bend!】

Soon, Rhine and the others arrived at the Wizard Chess competition venue.

The venue was not very big, and there were not many spectators, and even the number of staff was not large.

After all, it was just a small-scale Wizard Chess competition, far from the scene of those championship battles.

But this was enough to make Ron nervous. He had never participated in such a formal competition since he was a child.

In the past, he only played Wizard Chess with the people around him, but now he had to face Wizard Chess players from the entire British magical world.

Ron even heard some contestants muttering in unknown languages, like French or German. Players from other magical worlds also came to participate!

His palms were starting to sweat.

Fortunately, thinking that Rhine and the others were behind him, Ron's confidence in his heart also increased a bit.

Since Rhine said that his level was already very good, and that winning this kind of small competition was not a problem, then there would definitely be no problem.

What Rhine said would not be wrong!

Taking a deep breath and calming his mind, Ron then stepped into the venue, welcoming his first opponent.

At the beginning of the game, Ron was still a bit nervous.

But after a few moves, Ron's mood quickly relaxed.

The opponent's strength was very average. Not only could he not compare with himself after Rhine's training, but even compared with his former self, he was inferior.

In less than ten minutes, Ron took down the opponent's king, waiting for his next game.

And in the subsequent games, he hardly encountered any decent resistance. There was even a round where the opponent gave up, and he directly got a bye.

In a dreamlike scenario, Ron discovered that his next game was the final.

As long as he won this one, he would be the champion!

Not only could he get a sum of Galleons that was a astronomical figure for him, but it would also be the first time in his life that he had a place where he was stronger than others, not overshadowed by the halos of his brothers.

No matter how restrained he was, Ron's heart was beating violently, and he couldn't help but walk towards the chessboard of the final, sitting on one side of the covered chessboard.

At this time, Rhine's sight moved away from those staff members who were obviously controlled by the Imperius Curse.

Obviously, Quirrell had assigned some tough bones to another group, leaving Ron with only runners-up who were there to make up the numbers.

Otherwise, although Ron also had the strength of the final, the process would definitely not be so smooth.

"Then Quirrell's purpose is to ensure that Ron can enter the final?"

"The greatest possibility for his arrangement would be…"

"The chessboard!"

At this moment, a staff member suddenly pulled open the curtain covering the chessboard after Ron took his seat.

A chessboard different from all previous chessboards appeared. The pitch-black chessboard of unknown material was full of dried bloodstains. Each chess piece seemed to be stained with blood, emitting an ominous aura that made people shudder at the sight.

A look of horror and fear appeared in Ron's eyes. He was about to get up and leave, but found that his eyes were spinning.

In the next second, he felt that the chessboard had become incomparably real.

Each chess piece became larger, looking at him with sinister and malicious eyes.

He turned his head to look again, and found that his body was sitting outside the chessboard.

It seemed that his soul had been attracted by this chessboard and entered the chess game!

"This... What the hell is going on?!"

The sudden change caused a burst of clamor among everyone present.

At this time, Quirrell, backstage, pinched his throat and let out a scream.

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"Oh my god, this is Dark Wizard Chess, which bets on life. It hasn't appeared in the magical world for many years!"

"Once you enter Dark Wizard Chess, you must win after meeting the conditions to survive."

Along with Quirrell's scream, ten blurry figures also appeared inside the dark chessboard.

Ten identical chessboards appeared in front of Ron, and a gloomy soul sat opposite each chessboard.

Quirrell's mouth was full of vicious smiles, exaggeratingly screaming.

"Ah, does this condition require continuously defeating the souls of ten chess players?"

"Wait, I recognize them, these are all renowned Wizard Chess champions!"

"The Eight-Crown King is also inside!"

"It's over, it's completely over. How could a little wizard win against them? Someone save..."

Quirrell was thinking of provoking Rhine to enter the chessboard to save Ron.

In this way, Rhine would also be drawn into the dark chess game.

Even if Rhine's magic strength was strong, it didn't mean that he had much skill in Wizard Chess, let alone defeating ten top chess players.

He would surely die!

However, what Quirrell didn't expect was that before he could shout out whether anyone would save Ron, he saw Rhine had already appeared opposite the chessboard.

Without the slightest hesitation, Rhine sat down in another seat.

Quirrell was stunned for a moment when he saw this.

No, didn't he even think about it?

Rhine entered the trap so easily?

Voldemort's sneer echoed in his mind.

"This is Dumbledore's education, the so-called education of love."

"Even a talented little wizard like Rhine Snow has been poisoned by the so-called love. Otherwise, if he were to live, his achievements would be truly unimaginable."

"But now, it's over, it's all over..."

Quirrell looked excited, picked up a glass and drank the champagne in one gulp.

It's stable!

But at this moment, Rhine, sitting opposite the dark chessboard, showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He could feel that a suction force was coming from the dark chessboard, wanting to suck his three souls and seven spirits into it.

However, that meager suction force was simply like an ant trying to shake a tree for Rhine's soul.

If Rhine was unwilling, even if this dark chessboard was ten times stronger, it would not be able to shake him in the slightest.

"But I've never heard of a soul being so brave to see the Underworld Judge so eagerly."

"Since you want to play, then I'll play with you."

Immediately, Rhine complied with this suction force, his soul left his body, and he stepped into the dark chessboard.

The majestic figure stepped into the chessboard, instantly unfolding a piece of ghostly chaos, like the master of the Netherworld descending.

Then, in Quirrell's widened eyes, on the dark chessboard, those many eerie chess pieces stained with blood, those ten strange figures sitting on the chessboard, after Rhine entered the game, actually—

All bowed down, as if subjects were welcoming the emperor?!