The black shadow divided the soul into ten million parts and took out one part. It was about to put it on the chessboard, but for some reason, looking at Downton's expression, it always felt that it had missed something, so out of caution, it divided the soul again.

Ten billion copies were put up.

"Ten billion copies, my soul can fill the entire tomb of the Barbarian King." The black shadow laughed, "Hurry up, you will lose when five minutes are up."

"Losing? That's you!"

Downton's move, the question now is, how not to be defeated within fifty steps, well, not even sixty-four steps.

The two people were going back and forth, fighting frequently. After the eight cells in the first row were filled, a total of 128 souls were used, the black shadow teased.

"Is this your tactic?"

"Don't be impatient, keep going!"

Tang Dunxin said, it’s your turn to be embarrassed next.

Beyoncé couldn't figure it out, so she was confused, while Dupont and Muller had serious expressions on their faces, because they calculated and found that the souls consumed after each square were a large number that doubled.

By the time the second row was over, the Dreadful Monarch had no time to spare and had no words to speak. It didn't even stop talking. It was not an idiot, so it had already noticed the problem.

At the end of sixteen grids, it paid 32768 souls.

"Maybe I'm too nervous, no, nervous? I haven't felt this way for a long time, but this kind of gratitude is very exciting."

Black Shadow thought about it for a moment and continued playing chess, but soon lost his cool.

Fifteen minutes later, the black shadow shook violently, obviously suffering a huge setback, because it only took thirty steps and had to pay more than hundreds of millions of souls.

"How can this be?"

Dupont, who had always been calm and composed, was dumbfounded. He continued to do mental calculations and found that the number had exceeded his calculation scope.

"Impossible, what's wrong with you, how can you win over the Terrible Monarch?" Mueller looked at the chessboard with a ferocious expression, and roared loudly, "How can such a small chessboard, with only sixty-four squares, not fit one billion pieces?

soul?"

"What's going on?" Sissi looked at Downton dumbfounded, "You already knew the answer, right?"

"What is the final number to fill in these grids?"

The black shadow asked in a hoarse voice. It didn't have enough souls, so it had lost.

"No less than 180 billion trillion!"

Downton reported a number.

"How much is this?" Beyoncé no longer cared about playing with daggers and asked others, "Is he lying? There are units like trillions?"

"Yes, it's a very big unit."

Dupont recovered from the shock. He didn't expect that Downton would win in this way. It was simply amazing, but what should he do? Let him take away the Barbarian King's inheritance? (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!