Elven History Song

The voice of the God of Death reached everyone's ears. Those who heard the voice felt the fear of death as if they were looking directly at death. For this group of people who have been walking on the edge of the knife, this is a rare occasion. experience.

After the sound disappeared, the entire grassland fell into darkness, darkness in the true sense. No one can see each other's face even if they are face to face. Even Natasha, who has been specially trained by Ling Aohan, cannot see even a trace of the scene in this darkness.

For a moment, the enemy fell into panic. They couldn't see or hear anything, not even their own heartbeat. They were afraid, but even they themselves could not tell what they were afraid of. An invisible threat spread rapidly among the crowd. This threat seemed to be changing from invisible to tangible. Everyone did not know what they were about to face. What a horror.

"Welcome to - hell!"

Light returned to the surroundings again. For a moment, his eyes could not accept the light and they closed tightly. His hands subconsciously covered his eyes. Even so, his ears still passed the information captured to his brain. Howls filled with anger, sadness, resentment and all other emotions filled their ears, and when they removed their hands to cover their eyes, they saw the real hell.

Black-red light emanating from nowhere illuminates the miserable scene around them. Countless souls are enduring all kinds of horrific tortures. The wailing in their mouths is their hatred and yearning for strangers. Seeing those strangers appearing in hell , they stretched out their hands and roared continuously, wanting to catch them immediately and tear them into pieces. The soldiers of hell held their own weapons and cut off their outstretched hands, but the severed hands actually grew back but were cut off again.

The man holding a scythe and wearing a black robe stood at the highest point in the center. Under his hood, his face was a skull mask, or maybe that was his face. He is the last real god in the world, the God of Death.

"If you die more, I'm afraid you will be able to see a more comprehensive view of hell, but looking at your expressions, this is enough to surprise you. Next, you ants, follow my instructions and wait for me. The enemy's soul will be devoured and he will become a member of hell!"

The order of death was issued, and for a moment the soldiers of hell took away their weapons, and countless souls roared in incomprehensible languages ​​and rushed toward the Trojan warriors and crusaders. The tide of souls surrounded them in an instant, and they didn't know what to do in the face of the constant influx of souls.

Achilles looked at the undead coming from behind, and then at the members of the Purging Church who formed a dense defensive formation in front, and issued the best solution at present.

"Everyone continues to attack and is killed by the undead from behind——"

"Think beautifully."

A low, mocking voice came from his ears, a black scythe penetrated his heart, and the God of Death flashed to his side and whispered in his ear. Before anyone else could recover, three identical Death Gods appeared inside the encirclement formed by Goringfang. No one knew exactly how he appeared in it. They only knew that the strength of these three gods of death was far above them.

Death drew his scythe, and Achilles fell at his feet. Achilles, who was supposed to be invulnerable except to his heel, was killed by Death, or rather his soul was deprived of him by Death.

The God of Death is an absolute existence in a certain sense. His will alone is enough to make people die. Even gods cannot escape. This is the absolute rule of the God of Death.

"Let's see which one of you will die first under my scythe, or which one of you will be bitten by the undead first."

The three gods of death raised their scythes high and slashed at the enemies in front of them. Both the brave Trojan warriors and the Crusaders who went on the Eastern Expedition all chose to escape. Death is one of the few absolute rules in the world. No one is stupid enough to violate the absolute rules, because the results have already been determined in the rules.

It's a pity that if escape is useful, then the existence of the God of Death cannot be called an absolute rule, right?

No matter how fast those people rolled or retreated, they would not have thought that their souls would stand there stupidly. The will of death brought out by the god of death's scythe condensed into a black arc, and the soul that remained in place was cut in half, and the owner of the soul also fell to the ground and died.

Death will is the representative of death itself. Its strength indicates how strong the connection between the person and death is. The higher the strength, the more and stronger the death-related skills that can be used. When the will of death reaches a certain level, it can harm the enemy's soul and even deprive the enemy of his soul. The origin of all death-related skills is the God of Death, the source of all will to die is the God of Death, and the God of Death is death itself.

Once again, the scythes in the hands of the three Death Gods swept towards the enemy. No one chose to resist this time because they already knew that resisting was ineffective. Those who tried to escape ran into the undead in the hell behind. Since there is no way to defeat the God of Death, just defeat these things and escape. This idea encourages those who have already died to desperately escape the second death. People who have experienced the first death will not want to experience death again. taste.

Spears, swords, knives... No matter what kind of weapon is used to attack the undead, it will penetrate their bodies and not cause any harm to them. It was too late to retreat, but the undead who could not be touched took the initiative to grab their arms and thighs and began to bite them. For a while, their screams actually drowned out the original wails in hell.

The God of Death laughed unabashedly when he saw this scene. Those people who were neither retreating nor advancing nor wandering in the middle seemed to him as ridiculous as clowns deliberately causing embarrassment on stage. He deliberately stopped the killing and looked at those guys who were called heroes like ants on a hot pot. There were many such people in hell, but such travesties were not seen every day.

"Hahahahaha, if it weren't for the fact that I need a soul to maintain the status quo, I would definitely have to watch your funny performance for a while longer, but not now, it's time for you to leave."

The three gods of death returned to their true form and stood beside Ling Aohan, looking at him. Ling Aohan knew what he meant and conveyed his orders into the earphones.

"Everyone, squat down!"

"Shadow of Death!"

The two spoke almost at the same time. The moment they received Ling Aohan's order, no matter what the reason, everyone immediately squatted down. Ruan Guiqian used her earphones to change her voice and turned Ling Aohan's voice into her own voice and conveyed it to Na. Tasha and the others.

The shadow of the God of Death was instantly stretched from behind and projected into the sky. The shadow raised the sickle in his hand and swept across the entire battlefield. Those enemies who did not know why were cut in half by the sickle because they did not have time to avoid, and their souls were cut off and taken away by the God of Death.