Anime Crossover: Starting with an Infinite Dragon God as a Mount

Without thinking, she kicked him hard in the shin.

"Terrible! The worst!"

With that, she ran out.

At this time, this so-called "challenge" did not actually cause much of a stir.

Under normal circumstances, whether it's a newly emerging human demon king-level expert or a direct descendant of an ancient demon family like Phoenix, they can attract considerable attention.

In particular, the outcome of this challenge could determine the future succession of the Gremory family.

However, with the shadow of war looming overhead, few people were in the mood to pay attention to these matters.

For example, at this moment, Sazex, in a situation that might determine his sister's future happiness, had no time to pay much attention.

At this moment, his thoughts couldn't help but return to the conversation he had with Michael not long ago.

“Azazel made no attempt to hide his resentment when negotiating with us. But from what I know of him, he is the kind of guy who can handle any predicament or situation with a calm attitude.”

"In other words, his tough stance at this moment is actually to channel the resentment within the clan and allow it to be vented, so as to prevent the resentment from accumulating too much and becoming uncontrollable, is that right?"

"However, this also means that even Governor Azazel may not have the power to suppress the entire race's desire for revenge."

"You mean, if things don't work out, you're prepared to neutralize the fallen angels?"

"Detoxification" sounds extremely ordinary, but the implications behind it make even Sazex feel uneasy.

However, this was also a consensus that he and Michael reached as if by telepathy.

"Let's put this matter aside for now and not bother to find out who's behind it all. But if the fallen angels cause trouble and lead to the decline of all three races, it won't be good for either of us, will it?"

"Even if it's to the point that things are beyond repair, it might not be a bad thing for the Fallen Angels' Hell side to make them lose their harm."

“Michael, huh? He’s actually quite an unpredictable fellow.” A hint of apprehension flashed in Sazex’s eyes as he stood up. “However…”

"Azazel, I hope you still have enough control over your race..."

As he said this, he had actually made up his mind.

After all, if he were too soft-hearted, he could never have become the leader of the underworld.

The best outcome would certainly be for the three races to achieve peace and jointly confront other forces.

His gaze had long been fixed on the distant future, on that future, seeing himself as a "biblical mythological force" rather than merely the "underworld."

The same applies to Azazel and Michael.

But if things are beyond saving...

Then cut your losses as soon as possible.

Even at this moment, he still hadn't given up his doubts.

However, neither he, nor Azazel, nor Michael should be unaware that the three races could no longer continue their conflict.

If Azazel cannot suppress the fallen angels' resentment, then he will have no choice but to mobilize the underworld to create a two-against-one situation.

Sazex pondered, a cold glint in his eyes.

One decree after another was issued from his hands, and the forces of the entire underworld were mobilized accordingly.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally finished his work, took a breath, and glanced at the time.

"At this time, Su Mujun and Riesel's match should have already started, right? 4.9? After all, it concerns Rias's marriage. If I completely disregard it, I don't know what people will say about me..."

As he said this, he stood up, put on his coat, and left the underworld directly through teleportation magic.

This was previously modeled after the independent space created by Kuoh Academy for negotiations among the three races.

Two young men from different backgrounds are silently playing chess.

Unlike typical ranking games that test combat skills, chess, which relies primarily on intelligence, seems to be quite interesting to many people.

Rias, observing from the sidelines, maintained a calm expression, but the way her fingers constantly fiddled with her hair revealed that she was far from at peace.

Chapter 143 Igniting the Powder Keg with His Own Hands

There were quite a few people watching, but the entire space remained quiet.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, not wanting to disturb the duel on the chessboard.

Rias bit her lip tightly, never expecting that the engagement that had once suffocated her would take such a turn for the better.

However, she still felt somewhat uneasy about whether Su Mu could defeat Riesel, who was much older than her, on the chessboard.

So she turned her questioning gaze to Shiki Sona.

Compared to herself, who only started paying attention to Su Mu after he displayed his power, Shiki Sona understood Su Mu much better.

However, when Rias's gaze fell on Shito Sona's face, she subconsciously paused for a moment.

His friend stood with his arms crossed, his expression unchanging, his gaze casually fixed on the chessboard.

However, a faint smile seemed to appear at the corners of her mouth.

If asked about feelings of worry or uncertainty, the answer is absolutely none.

It seemed that Su Mu was already certain of victory.

It seems that Cang is certain that Su Mu will win in 26.

Realizing this, Rias breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then couldn't help feeling a little envious.

Compared to herself, Cang Na understood Su Mu better, and their relationship was much closer.

As the player holding the chess pieces, Riesel's expression was tense, his blue eyes fixed on the chessboard, not daring to relax for a moment.

He could sense that the opponent's pieces seemed to have formed a mighty army that obeyed orders and was invincible, sweeping across the chessboard at the command of the enemy.

I originally thought that the other party was just a human who had not yet reached the age of twenty, and no matter how monstrous his talent was, he would still have limitations.

To possess power that astonishes everyone is already considered a rare talent.

In a field like chess, which requires talent and experience, it's impossible to compare to this long-lived demon himself.

But when the game began, he realized the mistake he had made.

So-called geniuses are those who cannot be measured by common sense.

And yet, he himself used his own circumstances as the standard to measure the monster that transcended common sense.

As the game progressed, the pressure on Raisel was mounting.

Or rather, they can only maintain their "undefeated" status for the time being, and their decline is becoming increasingly obvious.

"please."

"Speaking of which, why are you always so keen on exchanging tokens?" Seemingly to relieve his own pressure, Riesel took the initiative to ask.

Anyone familiar with chess could see that Su Mu held an absolute advantage in this game.

However, the situation on the chessboard was quite dire.

Both Su Mu's black pieces and Ruisser's white pieces have a large number of pieces already eliminated.

If asked why, the reason could largely be attributed to Su Mu's frequent exchanges of pieces.

To eliminate the opponent's pieces at the cost of sacrificing one's own.

This kind of behavior is often not worthwhile, especially when the positions of the pieces on both sides are not much different.

Because the player who initiates the exchange of pieces may not only have to sacrifice the pieces, but also gain the opportunity to act during the exchange process.

Although the aggressive exchange of pieces dealt a significant blow to Raisel's momentum, overall, it did not seem to be a very wise move.

If Su Mu hadn't been so keen on exchanging pieces, Riesel's chances of winning the game would probably have been even lower.

"Well, that..." Su Mu didn't seem to refuse to answer his opponent's question; he simply smiled casually. "Don't you think there are just too many pieces on the chessboard?"

"what?"

As Riesel held the chess piece in his hand, he felt a slight tremor in his hand, and the piece almost slipped from his grasp and fell.

Do you think there are too many chess pieces?

"In chess, the space is never very spacious. With so many pieces crammed into a small board, moving them around can feel unbearably cramped. So, I try to reduce the number of pieces on the board as much as possible—see, now the board is much more spacious, isn't it?"

Su Mu spoke with a gentle smile on his face.

Try to get your pieces off the board as much as possible, simply to give yourself more freedom when moving them.

Despite Su Mu's smile, Riesel felt a chill run down her spine.

Because of the ranking system and the devil pieces, it's hard not to associate chess with the devil.

Su Mu's act of sacrificing chess pieces simply to make the game more comfortable...

"Gudu."

Riesel swallowed hard.

He shook his head vigorously, quickly telling himself that this was just a game called chess, not a real war.

"Well then, it's my turn—"

Su Mu spoke casually, picking up a chess piece in his hand.

"checkmate [approaching death]".

The crisp sound of a piece being placed snapped Riesel out of his daze, and he quickly looked at the chessboard.

There is no chance of survival.

The outcome was already clear. No, it should be said that Su Mu had already prepared his strategy on the chessboard, but Su Mu hadn't realized it yet.

For a long time after the initial setup was complete, Su Mu was simply idly clearing away the useless pieces on the chessboard—so that when he made his final decisive move, the pieces could move more freely.

Now that he has cleared away most of the troublesome pieces, 190 made his move directly to decide the outcome, decisively and swiftly like a mighty general drawing his sword to cut off the enemy's head.

It really is... a despairing gap in strength.

Sadly, he still believed he had a chance to win and continued to struggle.

Little did he know, the two were worlds apart in strength, the gap known as talent making it impossible for him to even see the enemy's back.

Just when he thought the two sides were evenly matched, the butcher's knife was already at his neck, ready to cut off his head at any moment.

But he knew nothing about it.