Interstellar Reaper

The black blades were flying in the air, obviously at a speed visible to the naked eye, but everyone seemed to be frozen, unable to avoid them, they could only watch them fly towards themselves.

Those sharp blades seemed to have eyes, and they slashed straight into the hands of soldiers holding weapons for defense.

As I said before, messengers are very responsible non-human beings. As creatures, they have strictly followed the rules set by the Creator since they were created.

Accept death, but never create death.

Such a creed simply does not seem to be set by their creators. Even when the gods were still there, no god could understand why the Lord of Darkness would set such rules for his messengers.

For tens of thousands of years, the messengers have obeyed the creed given by the Lord of Darkness and have never surpassed it.

Today is no exception.

The blades filled with the power of darkness hit the soldiers' hands, but did not cause direct damage, and the guns and weapons in their hands seemed to have passed through thousands of years in an instant. In the cloudy wind, like gravel, it weathered away.

The weight in their hands suddenly became empty, and the soldiers realized it. Almost all of them took a step back subconsciously, looking at the two figures in the center of the formation, with shock and anxiety in their eyes.

After disposing of their weapons, the messenger didn't take a step forward. It retracted its scythe, took a step back respectfully, and returned to the back of the Creator.

The black vortex is slowly disappearing, as strange and silent as when it appeared, and everyone's eyes are focused on the first unknown creature that was summoned—if they knew what they called the Creator, the messenger would probably go crazy again Yes—although the fire of the candlestick was frozen, there was still light, and the fluttering of the hem of the black robe made them clearly see that the person under his feet was actually floating off the ground. This couldn't possibly be fake.

Now it is still drifting out, almost freezing the coercion of the air, and then thinking of the blade issued by the bone scythe, and the messenger directly echoing in everyone's mind, it is clearly a language that they have never heard but can understand, all this is telling them a fact.

The one in front of him may really be a god.

The warden who was kneeling on the ground looked frantically at the two non-human beings in front of him. He did not expect that things would go so smoothly. Not only did he summon the "Grim Reaper" he had seen before, he even attracted another god.

He lowered his head again and worshiped the god in front of him devoutly, "God who is omnipotent, your devout believers are willing to offer you the best sacrifice, please listen to our humble wishes."

For the god of death, Beavis Salisbury was fanatical and believed, but he summoned that one, but not just to see his real body.

It's not that he was influenced by religion since he was a child, and he doesn't have the heart of the most devout believer. His actions are still mixed with selfishness and ambition.

In that previous battle, those who saw the god of death were those who should have died, and their lives should have ended at that moment—this is an established destiny.

But at that moment, the messenger heard the call of the Creator and chose to respond to the Lord of Darkness first, so it left, leaving behind a bunch of souls that could not be taken away in the future.

And the messenger who has been staying with the Lord of Darkness has no time to recover these souls, so these people have successfully survived until now.

But now these people have bumped into each other by themselves, and they are courting their own death.

The envoy's sickle has been slowly swayed. The warden who is lying on the ground cannot see it, nor can his companions, but the group of people in the outer base can see it.

Wells' eyes were deep and dignified, with a hint of indescribable complexity.

He has studied a lot of ancient books, a large part of which are now orphans, so many things that Wells understands, these guys who summoned the god of death probably never knew.

The Death God's Scythe will never miss any soul that belongs to it, and they have been marked a long time ago, and their names have long been on the death list.

He is not afraid of death, and even made up his mind a long time ago, but he doesn't want unnecessary death, so he avoids the hospital, but he will never avoid the battlefield.

But today, the sickle of bones reappeared, perhaps doomed his end.

But he didn't say anything, just quietly watching everything that happened in the protective cover.

Looking at this prostrate human being who claimed to be a believer, the Lord of Darkness was rarely interested.

【How did you know how to summon me? 】

The strange voice exploded in everyone's mind again, different from the envoy's anger, they were in a trance at this moment, it was obviously just an ordinary inquiry, but it touched people's hearts more than the most beautiful song, and they even had a feeling of worship impulse.

And people with insufficient willpower really did this. The soldiers surrounded by the protective shield have been shocked by reality many times today. ?So when they heard the first note, these people had already knelt down, even the legion commander was no exception.

Now, the only one standing, apart from the Lord of Darkness and his messengers, is Wells.

The black hood swayed slightly, and the eyes under the hood lightly swept over the standing Wells, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

Even though he looked shaky, with sweat dripping down like raindrops, and his face was horribly pale, he still stood upright without any surrender.

Wells has always had the strictest requirements on himself, even in the face of God, he would not allow himself to bow his head.

It's funny that there are still humans who can ignore the power in his voice.

Beavis Salisbury didn't notice that the god who asked him had already withdrawn his interest in him, and instead noticed another person. He was still immersed in the excitement of getting a response, his tone He became more respectful, "Great God, I saw it in an ancient book, but unfortunately that book is too broken, and many records are blurred, so I can't find your deeds in it."

It is really a very old book, it is even written on parchment, many places have been corroded by moths, time has also made the content recorded on it incomplete, there are torn pages, the only intact Part of it is only the summoning array he is using now, and the method of summoning.

His answer made the Lord of Darkness turn his attention back, and even the envoy standing quietly behind him glanced at him coldly.

No wonder the previous call could not even reach him, only the messenger heard it.This call would not have succeeded without the entreaties of the messengers.

Without knowing the god's real name, you can never summon him.This is the law that has been established since the existence of the gods.

However, this is not what he cares about. The only god that still exists today is curious, does he know the meaning of summoning?

[What is your wish? 】Human beings can rarely summon dark gods, because the cost is too high, and even those who respond to the call may not necessarily be gods, but more likely to be some kind of dark creatures, such as messengers, or some monsters.

And this is the first time that the Lord of Darkness has been summoned.

So he wanted to know why this human being was willing to pay such a huge price.

The warden, who had no idea what he was about to lose, held his head high and said his wish loudly, "Please grant us divine power, let us be your spokesperson in the human world, your most pious priest, and bring you His divine power pervades the universe."

Yes, as long as there is this god, as long as they become his priests, they will be able to gain powerful power, create the most tyrannical force, and let theocratic power cover the entire universe.

Just like a long time ago, the powerful Zeng Jin could even determine the emperor's religion.And he will be the most noble pope under the gods.

Beavis Salisbury seemed to have seen that bright future.

It's just that he still has some doubts in his heart. Originally, he didn't intend to say this. He should express his respect for the gods with the most beautiful and gentle words, and then ask for the grace of God with the most pious attitude. For this, he even drafted I wrote countless manuscripts, just for the words to be perfect at this moment.

But those words were completely out of his mind before he uttered them, and his mouth automatically uttered the most honest answer.

But that's just as nice, isn't it.

The scene was silent, except for the black-robed summoners who had known about the plan for a long time, all looking at the Lord of Darkness with the same fanatical eyes, the eyes of others were shocked and worried.

They don't know the strength of the person in front of them, but judging from his emissary's actions and the fact that God is omnipotent in people's minds since ancient times, if this person really agrees If that lunatic warden said, the whole universe might not have a good life.

They couldn't even find a way to stop it, didn't they see everyone kneeling?Thinking of this, the people in the garrison looked at Wells who was still standing without any trace, feeling complicated.

When you're different from everyone else, it's always easy to have all kinds of emotions, good and bad.

But when they were in complicated moods, the voice of the Lord of Darkness sounded again, distracting their attention.

In the darkness covered by dark clouds, only one voice was recalling, with a hint of a smile, but said the words that made the warden fall to the bottom and the garrison troops were emotionally stirred.

[It's a pity, I never need sacrifices. 】