Interstellar Reaper

The godhead is the source of the power and status of the gods. It allows the gods to grasp the laws and origin of the world. Without the godhead, no matter how high the ability and strength are, they are not gods.

Different godheads represent different sources of laws. As mentioned earlier, godheads can transform the power of faith, and the stronger the godhead, the less dependent on the power of faith. Since the birth of the gods, there is no need for the power of faith at all. There are only two godheads.

Light and Darkness, the supreme gods of the two factions.

The God of Light is keen on creating all kinds of life races. In the age before human beings appeared, elves, giants, dwarves, mermaids... all kinds of magical races were the masters of the continent, but when the aura disappeared, these races also followed the gods. leave together.

Only the supreme god can create life, but creating too much consumes energy, so when the god of light comes to the end, when the aura starts to disappear, he can only rely on the power of faith to replenish it, so it is necessary to rob believers of.

It's just that compared to the God of Light who is keen on creating all kinds of creatures, the Lord of Darkness is much more low-key. His creations are only a few types, and the number is rare. In addition, the power he needs is not aura, so the end of the gods is completely different from him. Irrelevant, and he never needed followers.

Why is there a need for sacrifices for gods who don't need believers?

The sentence of "don't sacrifice sacrifices" already half-froze the faces of Warden Beavis and the others, while the people outside the protective shield breathed a sigh of relief.

But the attack still didn't stop.

As the Creator, the Lord of Darkness would naturally do what his creations would, so at a glance, he could see how many of these tiny creatures in front of him should not have been alive.Now that he bumped into him, even though he didn't have much emotion, he couldn't help but smile a little.

【Do you know who I am? 】

No one answered. They looked at the envoy holding a sickle, and they had already identified that one as the God of Death. Naturally, they didn't know who was in front of them.

The Lord of Darkness glanced around, seeing everyone's expressions clearly, and finally looked at Wells.

Although it was only a slight movement of the hood, Wells immediately noticed the gaze of the other party, thanking him for reading so many ancient books, all of which have come in handy in the past few days.

Although I don't know the real identity of the other party, but I can see a lot of things from the dark air emitted when it comes down, and the title of "Death".

Opening his mouth under the gaze of the other party with difficulty, resisting the coercion that the other party inadvertently radiated, has consumed a lot of his physical energy, and the excessive sweat has also made him dehydrated, but he still has not surrendered, and his hoarse vocal cords Grinding out four words is both guesswork and analysis: "The Lord of Darkness..."

What a surprise, does anyone really know?The god who was so called showed an invisible smile, and even the messenger behind him was surprised, and finally he was willing to face up to the tiny existence he had been ignoring that dared to provoke the gods.

Then it was unexpectedly discovered that this soul... the white bone sickle moved slightly, but did not move in the end.

【Found? 】

I don't know whether the words of the Lord of Darkness are telling his creations or these human beings. Before everyone can figure it out, he has already changed the subject.

【You are right, I am the Lord of Darkness, but what humans call me has always been—the God of Death. 】

Expected and unexpected answers.The devastated are numb,

The Lord of Darkness completely ignored the guy who summoned him, just looked at Wells, 【You seem to know a lot about me?Then you know what the price of calling me is? 】

cost?The bad premonition caused the pupils of the warden who was sensitive enough to shrink, he opened and closed his mouth to say something, but found that the voice could not come out, and the men in black robes who also participated in the summoning also foretelled something at this time, slightly Their trembling bodies showed their uneasiness.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wells found that when the other party asked him, the pressure on his body seemed to be reduced a lot, and he no longer needed to use all his mind to overcome the kneeling instinct.

When he spoke again, it was not as difficult as before, and his words became much smoother, "Summoning the darkness, even the summoner himself is a sacrifice." One sentence is enough to make the summoners inside the protective shield turn pale with shock.

What Wells didn't say was that it was only the price of summoning ordinary dark creatures. The higher the level of dark creatures, the more demanding they were.

It's not a satisfactory answer, but it's enough, [The summoner is also a sacrifice, so all the creatures in the summoning array belong to me. 】When he said this, he looked at the outside of the protective cover with a little regret. The range of this protective cover just covered the entire summoning array. It blocked the enemies from outside from entering, but it also protected them.

The garrison except Wells can be said to be relieved, and even thank Beavis and others.

At this time, Beavis and others were already paralyzed on the ground, and the development of the situation was completely different from what they had imagined. What went wrong?

Why didn't their wishes come true?Doesn't it mean that the summoner can fulfill a wish?

——Stupid humans, dark creatures never follow the rules, so from ancient times to the present, how many people have the courage to summon them?Not to mention the highest lord of darkness?

He had a panoramic view of human nature, and the Lord of Darkness hadn't dealt with anyone for a long time, and the communication made him feel a lot better, especially since there was a guy who interested him a little.

But for now, enough is enough.

[The human beings who escaped the death list by chance have the courage to summon my messengers, ignorant human beings, you will pay everything for this, including your souls. 】

As soon as the words fell, the loyal and diligent envoy had already started his mission. The bone scythe was swiped again, and the souls on the sacrifice and death list flew out of their bodies, including Wells.

The standing body collapsed and was subconsciously supported by the legion commander beside him. The slightly warm body had no heartbeat, and the milky white soul with a hint of gold condensed into a physical image, but the transparent appearance made all the living People's hairs stand on end.

Why did Major General Wells, who was neither a sacrifice nor a summoner, have an accident?

At this moment, several insiders thought that he was the one who was on the verge of death with the people in the formation.

Fate is doomed, when to die, even if you can escape for a while, you can't escape forever.

The other souls that also floated out of the body panicked. They wanted to escape, but they were restrained by an unknown force. They could only watch themselves float towards the messenger's sickle.

Gray and black souls are signs of depravity, and these will become the messenger's delicacy, and there will be no chance of ever coming again.

Ignorant human beings don't know this, but deep fear still surrounds them, and their instincts are clamoring, they can't get closer.

However, Wells, who was in a soul state, was still calm and even felt relieved. He had already had such a premonition since he began to be obsessed with investigating everything about the God of Death and got a lot of answers.

Now it's just a premonition that has become a reality. His life of more than 20 years has been stolen, so what can he complain about?It's just a pity that there are many things he hasn't done yet, and he can only feel guilty about his family. I hope they won't be too sad when they find out.

Thinking about this, Wells was a little distracted and didn't realize how different the color of his soul was. Even the sickle's traction on him was weak, and he could break free as long as he wanted.

But he did nothing, just floated along with the pull.

One after another the souls were absorbed by the sickle, and they all wailed when they disappeared without exception. It was the last power of the soul, and each sound could shake those who were still alive.

Nothing made them understand more clearly than now that the non-human beings in front of them were really high gods, the Lord of Darkness who brought death and terror.

Of the 22 souls, Wells was the last one. The warden before him had already been absorbed by the scythe, and he was still floating slowly.

This soul is indeed very special, so special that even living people who don't know anything feel faintly that something is wrong, and they all look at him nervously at this moment.

The messenger looked at his golden soul, and exerted a slight force on the hand holding the sickle, and immediately the soul fluttered faster.

But it's only a little faster, almost negligible.

Just as it was about to try harder, a hand stopped it.

Under the sleeves of the black robe, slender fingers were outlined by pitch-black gloves. With just a simple movement, the envoy had stopped pulling. Immediately afterwards, Wells' soul retreated rapidly like a rabbit, and returned directly to his body. .

[Interesting...] A soft laugh came from under the hood, and only he himself understood what made him laugh.

【Let's go back. 】

[Yes, my lord. 】

The black vortex reappeared, silently expanding to the size of a door, and the two non-human beings in black robes walked in one after the other, as silently as when they came.

When the vortex was closed, the remaining black power exploded in an instant, and everyone felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, and they couldn't remember anything.

When the follow-up troops brought heavy weapons as required, they only saw a group of people headed by the regiment commander, looking blankly inside the protective cover.

"What happened?" The strange scene made the lieutenant colonel who led the team come forward to ask, and when he saw the unconscious Wells being supported by several people, he became more worried, "Major General Wells What's wrong?"

"I don't know." The legion commander replied blankly and solemnly.

These people, all their memories only stay before Warden Beavis talked with Wells, and none of them can remember everything after that.

It's just that the strong uneasiness in their hearts told them that it was a very important matter.

But why can't I remember it?

But now is not the time to think about it.

"Come and send Major General Wells back immediately. His condition is not very good. Open the protective cover to check the situation inside."

[The human world is actually quite interesting, do you remember where I put my mirror? 】

【Does my lord want to see it?I'm going to get it. 】

【Um. 】