"Only one of you will survive!" Sasha stared at the two from the other side of the abyss. "You ...... Uh-huh-hmm-hehahahaha "O Endless Abyss, O Thor, the God of Death of All Worlds, the gates of hell are opening to you, jump down......"

The Abyssal Behemoth let out an earth-shattering roar.

"When one voluntarily gives up the chance of eternal life, the other will be saved......! The group of people...... That group of people, that group of fools just didn't understand this truth, and that's why they ended up being wiped out...... "Sasha bent down, grabbed his robe with his hand, and tore it desperately. "Beautiful young lady and handsome knight, what will you choose......"

Neither Helg nor Mikhail said a word. Helga just stared silently into the abyss, staring at the red eyes and the massive rift. The terrifying aura of horror emanating from the monstrous monster had already wafted through the huge room.

"Hmm......" The muscles in Helg's neck stiffened, and she wanted to turn her head to look at Mikhail, but she couldn't help it. "So, is this the end?"

Sasha's terrifying face scurried in front of him, and Helgo barely noticed it, he was already staring at her with bloodshot red eyes. She read nothing but mockery and ridicule in those eyes.

"How are you going to choose? Uh-huh...... Beautiful lady and handsome knight ......"

Sasha said as she screamed as she scurried between the two. Helgo's heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea, and her eyes remained on the abyssal beast that seemed to be watching her all along.

The incision in the abyss was very flat, as if someone had cut it with a tool, or rather, it was a huge canyon that had been cracked according to the lines of the ground. There was silence all around this eerily large cage.

The man in the dirty black robe and the girdle was messy, and at this time he was suspended in the air, and rushed to the side of the abyss at an extremely fast speed, just like he rushed over, and the figure could not be easily captured even with his eyes.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Sasha crouched on the ground. "Knowing that half of the people can choose eternal life, why should they rebel? Why rebel against the will of Emperor Thor?"

He muttered to himself on the other side of the abyss.

"The fresco," she said, "may be fate." ”

"They said you'd jump," Mikhail's deep voice was surprisingly calm—this time he was finally no longer smiling, and Helge felt a little scared. "So you're going to jump ......"

Helge was stunned for a moment. She didn't think Mikhail would say that.

"Thor......" Mikhail threw his sword on the ground, and then untied his cloak. "He knew that the two of us were going to walk down that corridor, and he knew that this was what we were going to be greeted in the end. ”

The Abyssal Behemoth looked impatient and let out a low roar. Sasha turned his head and roared, "What are you anxious about!?Anyway, your life is also given to you by Emperor Thor......" he narrowed his eyes. "You guys, hahahehe...... Have you made your choice?"

Helga looked at him.

"What a great honor...... Can be dedicated to Thor the Great...... If it were me, I would definitely make a decision on the spot...... Jump off without hesitation, five...... Hey, hey, hey, hahahahaha......haha

"What if Thor is wrong......" Helg replied weakly to Mikhail.

"The Great cannot be wrong!" said Sasha for Mikhail. "No matter what it is, whether it is past, present or future, there is never a time when Emperor Thor is wrong in mastering the laws of the beginning and end of life!If it is wrong......" he laughed strangely, "it is definitely your fault......

"Accept your fate, Helga, this place and this is the abyss, and the madman who talks to himself, we can't resist it......" Mikhail approached the abyss. Half of his foot stepped into the air above the abyss, shaking off a few grains of dust.

Helga bowed his head. She smiled.

"Well, yes," she said...... "If I die, the world will be nothing more than the loss of a young, commanding priest." But if you die, Vasilia will lose an important nobleman. No matter how you look at it, my death is insignificant......" she took a breath, trying to retract the tears that had welled up in her eyes.

She took a step forward, placed her scepter on the ground, and closed her eyes.

Now she remembers a lot of things, and she seems to understand a lot of things. Helge naively thought that Mikhail would at least prevent her from running to the end she had already predicted, but what she didn't expect was these cold words. The ceremonial trainer in the Crystal Palace had told her that the Queen Mother had personally told her not to make friends with anyone.

Therefore, even in the face of her close comrades-in-arms, she never showed an attitude that seemed to care about their affairs, so few people acted freely and casually in front of her, and everyone looked at her with respect or fear. It's crazy for a person to stay in the same environment for too long.

So she is actually very eager for a bold person to dare to be presumptuous in front of her, and Mikhail seems to be such a person - he does not care about her emotions and beliefs at all, he satirizes the Three Holy Religions, makes obscene jokes, and from time to time he wants to make some movements of hooking shoulders or rubbing oil. In these respects, Mikhail seems to be a less serious companion.

But he still dared to use all his healing potions on her, and even set aside a bottle for backup, without thinking of treating his injuries, and when he was unconscious, Mikhail himself carried Helg on his back for a long distance until he reached a safe place, and encountered danger several times in the middle. From this point of view, Mikhail seems to be a reliable companion again, a companion worthy of entrusting his back.

Helga never had any feelings of disgust for him. She had to admit it—she had to admit that even the first night she had seen him, the night that had kept her awake because of Mikhail's arrogant remarks, she had not felt disgusted with it—she had been terrified of this recognition, because once she had recognized this fact, it meant that even she had violated the high canons of the Three Holy Sects.

The Three Holy Religions.

Let's go to hell......

Even if Helge does not close his eyes permanently at this time, he will one day lose his life for the sake of so-called responsibility, just like his grandmother.

Almost ten years to go......

Helge counted.

From the news of my death, my mother should be able to raise another child.

She felt pity for the toddler who was about to be born but had not yet been born—a child who was bound to lose his mother at the age of ten.

Helg used all his strength to turn around and take one last look at Mikhail. He let her down, but she didn't have any hatred.

Crazy, me.

She allowed her body to lean back, she didn't want to see Mikhail's last look, so she turned her head and cast her fearless and unrepentant gaze on the huge beast in the abyss that had no body to see.

Abyssal Behemoths are only vaguely recognizable by their eyes and mouths. At this moment, just as Helge was about to fall, she suddenly felt that she was not falling, but rising.

No, it's not rising, it's that the abyssal beast is above the sky in the first place.

She saw with her own eyes a man with long white hair and a face blocked by a black shadow suspended in the air, staring at everything on the ground with a prostrate temperament. A name flashed through her mind, and then a pair of strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled her up.

The Abyssal Behemoth was still there, and let out a roar of food coming to the door but disappearing. The man with long white hair and an unrecognizable face had disappeared from the sky.

Mikhail grabbed her by the arm and shoved her behind him with such force that Helg almost fell backwards.

"You have to remember, I killed 120 loyal knights, how could I send you to death again?"

"You're ......," Helger's eyes widened.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Mikhail laughed a few times. "Fate, prophecy, the murals on the walls, all fucking farts! Today I don't believe you're going to jump into this abyss and die here. He quickly picked up his sword from the ground and pointed at Sasha, who was laughing maniacally, and then at the throne on the pyramidal platform. "Brother Thor, I'll let you see what it means to change your life against the sky today!"

He laughed wildly and threw out his sword, then crouched slightly, and then plunged into the dark abyss. A whirlwind immediately condensed from the mouth of the abyssal beast, and Mikhail seemed so small in the darkness.

Helge breathed a sigh of relief.

At the last moment, Mikhail raised the corners of his mouth and winked at where Helg was standing.

Helga exhaled again.

Mikhail was undoubtedly swept into the mouth of the abyssal beast by the whirlwind, and now everything was over.

Helge wanted to cry out loud, but someone grabbed her by the throat and opened her eyelids, so that she could do nothing but cry. Her body went limp, but there was still a force that kept her back and looked up.

There is nothing there.

"Thor......" she said, "resurrect him ......"

"Congratulations......! Finally someone voluntarily threw himself into the arms of Emperor Thor the Great, became a member of the undead, and fell into the ...... of immortality" Sasha snorted and laughed wildly, "This handsome knight has chosen the right path, beautiful young lady, and I would be sorry if I were you." He has chosen eternal life, and you can only continue on the path of this humble life...... Leave now, you're not welcome here. Cowardly life, all the necromancy of this dungeon will lay down their arms and watch you go. The doors of the temple are open, and no danger will come to you before you step out!"

He opened his arms and embraced the sky.

"Thor, my lord, are you satisfied?mmmmmm......mm

Helga relinquished control of his body and pulled the strength that sustained him from the depths of his soul.

"Thor," she said, closing her eyes. "Resurrect Him ......"

Under Sasha's astonished gaze and trembling body, Helge threw his faith and life behind him. Now she chooses to believe in Thor's power - to draw out one life, and then she can put another life on the original shell.

"With my ......" Helge felt, the long white hair, draped in a black robe, and an otherworldly presence watching him. She had never been so close to eternity. "Resurrect Him ......"

For the first time, Helge did not dream of the Three Sages, but of a clear blue river. Accompanied by a hazy blue mist, across the river is a stone arch bridge, on which dozens of stone griffons squadd. Helge saw a scruffy magician in a blue robe, a tall, muscular middle-aged man, a female priest with black hair and smooth skin, and a young man with bright golden hair.

Untouchable, indescribable, otherworldly beings, standing right behind the blonde young man.

Helga couldn't see it, but he heard an ethereal, magnetic voice.

"Bring Him to me, and I will resurrect whoever you want. ”