Amon is an angel, and many iron laws that apply to mortals do not apply to him. Even if he has not completed the 'Red Priest' ritual of becoming a god, if he obtains the extraordinary characteristics of the original witch, he can even shorten the process of becoming the old one to some extent.

…

"Okay, now that this is the case, what else can I say? Deal." With that said, Amon stretched out his hand.

Without any hesitation, Klein also handed over his hand.

Hold the two hands together.

Eyes facing each other.

"Good brothers are connected by heart, broken bones are connected by tendons."

"We became closer when we talked about business, so I was so scared that I called her mother."

It can only be said that Amon is worthy of being able to keep up with Klein's brain circuit based on the memory of past thefts.

Let's get down to business.

Klein has nothing to worry about and is fully prepared to start the war in a few days.

When a person devotes himself wholeheartedly to something, time always flies by.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

On this day, light snow fell in the sky.

For the residents of the Southern Continent, wind is not uncommon, rain is not uncommon, but snow is a novelty.

On the high platform, Queen Shia looked at the gray sky with an expressionless face. Unseen by others, she was turning the ring on her hand.

"I have a...bad feeling."

Hearing this, Azik next to her smiled, "It's just the spells of the witches, no big deal. Don't forget, this war will not only determine the ownership of the Death God Faith, but behind it..."

When talking about this, he was silent for a moment and then turned to other topics: "By the way, the camps and outposts of the "Artificial Death Sect" in East Balang have been uprooted. What's their counterattack these days?"

"There is no special change. I think the Witch Sect must have shrunk its power." Queen Shia said: "According to the intelligence investigation, they have set up a heavy defense line at the border between the two countries, and they even have vicious evil spirits like voodoo.

means."

As he spoke, he sighed softly: "Mr. Azik, to be honest, such a high-profile war is not suitable for us."

"I know too." Azik nodded: "But we have reasons why we have to fight against horses against horses. Only in this way can we make some neutrals... well, let me put it more directly, let some wallowers

It is important to understand the current situation clearly so as not to harbor evil intentions."

Extraordinary war.

Secret and grand.

Similar to the previous Church of Night vs. Church of God of War.

The night watchers and the rangers clashed many times, and every time they fought until the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and blood flowed like rivers.

But even so, there is no such thing as the Spiritual Cult and the Witch Cult, which build trenches and build forts against each other.

It can only be said that the Southern Continent has its own folk sentiments here.

The people of Luopu are used to seeing gods and ghosts, so they won't react that much when they see something outrageous.

What's more, the Loen colonial army (with the help of nobles such as the Hall family) also helped relocate the civilians early. It can be said that it completely gave up the space for catching and fighting.

Many forces are paying attention.

The ‘Royal Faction’ supported by the Church of Fools, and the ‘Artificial Death Faction’ supported by the Witch Church.

Who will be the final winner?

Will the original witch who descended into the world and the god of death who took advantage of a bug to be resurrected be able to have the last laugh?

Everyone is waiting for a result.

…

West Balam, the original temple.

"The day has finally arrived." The original witch still captivated the country.

After a period of nourishment, He became even more beautiful and charming than when He first came.

Anyone can find their own "amazing" in Him and quickly become silent about it.

Of course, this does not include the new god of death, Salinger.

The little baby in the cradle has a green face and fangs, and looks extremely scary. When he speaks, he is very old-fashioned: "You look very impatient, but I have to tell you, "that adult" has not contacted us for many days."

"Why panic? "That Lord" will take action sooner or later." The original witch said with great certainty: "He will not sit idly by and watch us fail."

Not knowing what he thought of, Salinger sneered: "Maybe."

The original witch ignored him and scratched her own face with her nails, destroying her perfect appearance.

Stained with strange purple blood, he took out a small mirror from his dress and wiped it on the mirror.

Zila...

The mirror began to corrode and melt, emitting a faint aroma.

Salinger couldn't help but gag: "Disgusting."

"Haha, you didn't have this attitude towards me in the past." The original witch said with a look of reminiscence in her eyes, "At that time, you were very obsessed with me."

"Pretending." Salinger said coldly.

After saying that, he closed his mouth.

The original witch didn't care either.

He has done the magic.

Of course, the God of Death cannot be idle either.

But I saw countless roaring souls rushing out of the original temple, diving into the clouds, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Let me see if the so-called original god has any means to break our spell." The original witch said with a smile: "If the performance is too poor, it will be too disappointing."

Salinger didn't speak, and held his two little arms together.

At this time, the original witch seemed to have discovered something, and curiously picked up the card on Salinger's pillow: "The Death card? Where did you find it?"

Salinger's eyes flashed, and a resentful spirit suddenly flashed out from behind. He reached out with his ghostly hand and grabbed the Death Card.

"Do you want to die if you touch my things?"
Chapter completed!