'Like a god'

Hearing this, Klein was secretly concerned.

Although from the perspective of an undead creature, any saint or angel has the majesty of a god in its eyes.

However, combined with the recent changes in the 'Artificial Death Sect' headed by Heitel, it was difficult for him not to doubt whether those guys had created another copycat Artificial Death.

"This is almost the situation." Queen Shia looked at Klein: "What are you going to do?"

"It's not a question of 'what to do', it's a question of we have no choice."

Klein scratched his eyebrows helplessly: "You can't just ignore death."

He changed the subject: "It's just..."

Thousands of miles away

——The hilly land of the southern suburbs.

This place once belonged to the Highland Kingdom, but with the passage of time, the land beneath our feet has become a neglected zone, with weeds overgrown and clusters of graves.

Azik looked a little embarrassed.

He stared at his old friend who had turned into a pure undead creature not far away, and laughed at himself: "I haven't been out and about for so long, my body bones are all rusty."

"Azik Aix, you traitor, as His Majesty's own son, how could you..."

The terrifying monster with a body like a hill, a face sewn on its heart, and eyes burning with ghostly fire roared: "How can you betray your majesty and take refuge with others!"

"I can explain this problem." Azik was still smiling: "The question is, are you willing to sit down and talk to me?"

"Dream!" The terrifying monster raised his fist high and roared, slamming it down with all his strength.

Azik pointed a little bit.

The phantom of the feathered serpent, transformed by the power of death, rises against the wind.

boom--

The attacks of the two cancel each other out.

Azik's eyes became more solemn, and he couldn't help but sigh: "The original power."

"This is the true meaning of destruction." The terrifying monster opened its arms, "Destruction brings death, and death brings destruction. The two coexist and achieve each other!"

Azik held the brim of his hat and shook his head: "Your taste is still as bad as ever, old friend."

"Original Witch"?

What rubbish.

How can we make the spiritual sect bigger and stronger by following a god who cannot protect himself?

He glanced around inadvertently, "Okay, the initial temptation is over, why don't you come out and meet me?"

The cold wind blew and the atmosphere was silent.

The scary monster paused, as if he wanted to say something.

At this moment, two beautiful figures appeared behind Azik, one on the left and one on the right, holding him hostage.

"Katerina Pellet, the 'White Saint', and... Angie Myhrvold, the 'Black Saint'. Oh, it's such an honor to be able to meet so many old friends."

Azik easily revealed the name of the person he was facing.

Then, he showed a puzzled look: "When did you become angels?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he suddenly said: "Oh, I understand, it must be the original influence, which makes you temporarily have the status of angels."

Turning around to look at the scary monster.

To be precise, it was the face sewn into the monster's heart. Azik couldn't help but sigh: "False God... why bother with this."

"Heh, I want to see how long you can maintain that calm look." The scary monster stared at Azik: "With your blood essence, the 'god' will undergo another transformation.

!”

Hearing this, Azik raised his head and said, "If I give you some blood, then we won't have to continue fighting?"

call out!

call out!

The words fell, and the sound that broke through the air resounded.

Azik held two small black and white snakes that were invisible to the naked eye with the index and middle fingers of both hands, and laughed softly: "It seems that it won't work."

Throwing away the little snake, his eye sockets were full of dark energy.

Dozens of meters around, the sound of flowing river appeared inexplicably...

"Get rid of him!"

"kill him!"

The black and white witches said in unison.

With their words, thunder came to the world and the earth shook!

The ‘Disaster Witch’ is in charge of all disaster areas.

The terrifying monster was not idle either, throwing away its legs and running towards Azik.

Azik's eyes narrowed slightly and he said softly: "The funeral in Styx."

This is the Death Sequence, the signature ability of Sequence 3 'The Ferryman': the creature that looks at it will die directly, even if it has divinity, it will suffer heavy damage; even if there is no line of sight contact, the target caught in its eyes will slowly wither.

It's like crossing the river of death inch by inch.

The monster itself is the 'ferryman' of Sequence 3, and has a large degree of immunity to death magic. In addition, the artificial death embryo is sewn into the heart. It can be said that angels who die through ordinary means of death have absolutely nothing to do with him.

certainly.

Azik does not belong to this 'ordinary' category.

The monster that brought death to everything in the world finally experienced the fear of death personally.

He screamed desperately, but could not interrupt the process.

When the two witches saw it, they both looked horrified.

Why is Azik Eggers' condition so much better than what the intelligence says?

This kind of power.

It's not much better than the Death Archon period of the Balam Empire!

"Well... I haven't been this serious for a long time." Azik did not feel the joy of succeeding, but shook his head with a tired face: "My body is a little overwhelmed."

Black and White Witch:......

This must have been told to them on purpose!

actually.

Azik didn't lie.

Because of soul problems, the way forward is cut off.

In this life, he is only at the level of Sequence 2.

How can there be no pressure when fighting three angels of the same level at the same time?

Despite the fact that he survived thunder and earthquakes unharmed and looked like a master, in fact, a large part of his energy was diverted to deal with those disasters and possible curses.

The terrifying monster temporarily lost its ability to fight, but did not leave the battlefield.

It exited its undead form and returned to a skinny old man with a goatee and little flesh on his body.

There was a look of fear on the old man's face, his legs and feet were extremely agile, and he moved away from Azik like an old monkey.

If someone hadn't created an artificial death embryo, he would have been forcibly pulled into the underworld just now!

If you enter by yourself, you can still come out.

Being pulled in by others, but unable to get out...

"Damn it, the power of death I have accumulated." The old man with the goatee covered his chest in distress.

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When he thought about this problem, he felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to tear Azik into pieces!

When Azik saw it, he couldn't help laughing and said: "It's better to give up that ridiculous plan quickly. Are gods that can be cultivated really gods? Luca Burnett, old friend, are you sure you want to do this for me?"

What a ridiculous thing to worship?"

"Shut up!" Luca Burnett yelled, "What do you know!"

"Why don't I understand?" Azik rarely spoke seriously in order to restore his spirituality: "Isn't it just that you are obsessed with the glory of the Balam Empire, which makes you unable to accept the current situation."

He shook his head and said: "Let the past go by. Neither the Balam Empire nor the God of Death will come back again. Even if there is a new God of Death, they will not be trained by you personally."

"Not necessarily." Caterina Pellet suddenly interrupted.
To be continued...