When hitting a colored ball, you must inform the referee of the target. Points will be deducted if the colored balls are not hit in order. After all the red balls are hit, the player will hit the ball in order from low to high points. At this time, the colored balls

No longer replays after being hit.

The main purpose of hitting the ball is to accumulate more points than the opponent. Players can earn points by pocketing the ball and fouling the opponent.

When all the balls are hit into the bag, the player with the higher score wins. If before the black ball is hit, one side's score is ahead by more than the remaining ball score, then the leading side wins."

He looked at the clock. The time at the moment was [06:59].

"Every time when making a decision, people are more inclined to maximize interests. After the kick-off, they try their best to pocket the black ball, pray for the enemy to make a mistake, and hit the white ball to a position where it is difficult to attack."

Xia Xiu's palm easily surrounded the silver ornate snooker cue. His thumb and index finger gently formed a perfect ring. The other fingers naturally supported the cue. This was the standard way to hold the club, while the other palm was flat.

Placed on the green velvet of the table, his fingers spread out gracefully, forming a stable "bridge". The club passed between the index finger and middle finger. This posture gave him greater stability in hitting the ball.

and precise control.

"The Whispering Plaza family thinks they can move the white ball to a safe position. Do you think the Authority and my hands will never touch the safe zone they created?"

Xia Xiu did not hide the cold and unusual sneer on his face.

People around him couldn't help but stare wide-eyed because of the three haloes behind the blond young man that looked like mutton-fat white jade.

These three haloes exuded a terrifying intimidation, almost suffocating the people around them.

"Those idiots think that they can act unscrupulously just because they have [Boundary Wedge] and requested seven holy objects from the gods of the Golden Court?"

"They never understand one thing - once the ball is kicked off, no matter where the white ball is placed, the game will not stop."

At that moment, Xia Xiu deeply felt the crazy flow of EVE energy, elements, and authority in his body.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if there were thousands of voices whispering in his ears. They were the "recipients" from the Whispering Square. She was praying to him and asking for strength.

At that moment, Xia Xiu seemed to have become a bridge connecting mortals and gods, and his body turned into a huge container, constantly delivering power to those who prayed.

Xia Xiu's response to the voice praying to him was firm and clear - take as much as you want.

"I have already given Whisper Square a choice. Now, I can only tell them that time is running out~"

Boom——

The front end of the silver cue lightly touched the white ball, and with a crisp impact, the fifteen red balls scattered as if by magic, marking the beginning of this "snooker game".

**********

Time goes back to the Whispering Square five minutes ago.

At this sacred and epic moment, other messengers of the Lady of the Night - the dark tentacle monster, the dead-eye tyrant and the mysterious shadow monster also appeared on the edge of the terrace. They are both messengers and guards, and they are the implementation of the will of the Lady of the Night.

Walker.

They surround the dark tendrils, forming an invisible barrier to protect Eric while performing the ritual, while also demonstrating the power and majesty of the Lady of the Night to all creatures present.

The first thing that appeared was the dark tentacle monsters. Their bodies were composed of countless black tentacles. These tentacles were constantly twisting and stretching in the air, as if they could touch any corner. The end of each tentacle was surrounded by a purple halo, giving people a sense of

It feels both mysterious and scary.

The dark tentacle monsters floated in silence. They didn't say a word, but locked the surrounding space tightly with their invisible tentacles, making it impossible to escape their surveillance.

Then the figure of the Dead Eye Tyrant slowly emerged. These undead beholders are famous for their huge single eyes and the small eyes floating around them.

Their central giant eye emits a cold light, while the small eyes rotate around, each eye releasing different magical energy.

The Dead Eye Tyrant moves slowly in the air, and their appearance makes the surrounding air seem to freeze. Any creature that tries to get close to the altar will face their ruthless punishment.

Holding the sacred blessing, he held up the Night Spear, like a hero in an epic poem, and said loudly to everyone, other family heads, and the rebels:

"Everyone, there are some ambitious people in the world. If they feel that there is a path for personal advancement and that they are always moving forward, then they will risk everything, eliminate all dangers on the journey, be brave and malicious, and strive to climb up. But

If their career aspirations are hindered to a certain extent, they will have ulterior motives and resentment, and will view people and things with a vicious eye."

Countless lights shined on Eric, and he began to speak like a destined hero.

"Yes, that person is the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven, the director of the administration."

"Hugh Abraham, along the way, his hands were stained with the blood of many innocent people. He is a devil, he is the embodiment of disaster. Wherever he goes, there are corpses and devastation everywhere!"

"Why should we listen to him and the kingdom of heaven!"

"Everyone, don't listen to the kingdom of heaven, don't listen to a word from the abyss -"

"They decide without authorization what we should do with our lives. They can declare war at will and then ask us to protect their results with our flesh and blood. Why should we harm ourselves to protect the interests of others? And we look after our own interests, why should they?

Intervene? This is our business."

We run our own world, because this is our world, our business. We must stick together and resist outside interference. Otherwise they will put nose rings on us."

"Everyone, we should unite!!!"

"We are the people of the Golden Court. Although we are of different races, we are faced with a powerful enemy and we must unite!"

Eric Darkweaver, the leader of the Shadow Intertwined Family, stood in the center of the Whispering Square, his figure looking particularly solemn in the night. As he spoke, the air was filled with an indescribable power. He held his head high

The spear was like a symbol of the chosen one, and every word he said aroused enthusiastic responses from the surrounding crowd, and their cheers came one after another like ocean waves.

Amidst the thunderous cheers, Eric walked slowly and firmly, holding the spear that symbolized the power of the Lady of the Night tightly in his hand, and slowly moved toward the traitor, the leader of the Everchanging Workshop family, who stood in full view of the public.

He walked slowly. Every step seemed heavy and full of meaning. His figure was elongated under the light of the torch, as if he was the messenger of justice and destiny, coming to judge those traitors who had deviated from their principles and beliefs.

Under Eric's gaze, the leader of the ever-changing Factory family seems to have become an abandoned son on an isolated island, and all evasions and excuses will have nowhere to hide.

In a shady corner of the open square, as Eric walked toward the leader of the Everchanging Workshop family, his passionate speech echoed in the air, winning cheers and support from everyone.

At this time, a figure with rabbit ears and a stern face quietly appeared.
Chapter completed!