"So what do I need to do next?" Darko was nervous, but also with a hint of anticipation.

"I will first create my soul and use it in your body. ”

Before Dakko could figure out the situation, he felt a sense of flutter in his body out of thin air, and he immediately lost control. This feeling is familiar, and it was a similar feeling when he was one with two souls, and when Brett and Darko fought for control of their bodies. So Darko knew that he had been robbed of control of his body by death.

Darko was slightly nervous, and then immediately relaxed again, the difference in strength between the two sides was so huge, if the Grim Reaper wanted to be against him, he would have done it a long time ago, there was no need to talk so much nonsense. At this critical juncture when the God of Prophecy may kill at any time, the other party is willing to explain his plan in detail, which is enough to prove his frank and cooperative attitude. What's more, it turns out that even if he doesn't cooperate, it won't help, and the Grim Reaper can overlord the bow.

When Darko accepted the status quo, he remembered what the Grim Reaper had said, and was amazed, "You said you wanted to create your soul?

"The Divine Source is just an energy body, and the function of the six-layer array is to link my consciousness with this mass of energy, so that my existence has a carrier, not the soul you know. This time, the idea of death was transmitted directly to Darko's mind, after all, the two sides now share the same body, and this way of communication is the most convenient.

"After the formation is completed, your consciousness has a carrier, so what about before?" Darko was surprised, in his cognition, only the soul can become the carrier of consciousness, but then he suddenly remembered something, "I know, it's the Godhead, your consciousness has always been pinned on the Godhead before!"

In Darko's understanding, the existence of the Godhead is a kind of existence similar to the soul, which can draw trust, but is not a spiritual body. It is not surprising that such a thing can carry consciousness.

"Yes, I have divided the Death Godhead into two, one to carry my consciousness, and the other to create the Mindless Soul on the fourth level, which is the Godhead in you. That's why I can easily take control of your body. ”

Dacko knew that the most important part of the gods should be the Godhead. No wonder the Grim Reaper tried to deceive the God of Prophecy by losing half of his godhead, and this bitter ploy was really a bloody bargain.

"If you need souls, aren't there a lot of thoughtless souls on the fourth floor?" Darko wondered.

"That's not good, it's not pure enough. ”

Darko was speechless, if the soul of thoughtlessness is not pure enough, then what else is pure?

"Optimistic. ”

Darko saw that his body was under the control of death, and he walked to the center of the room and sat downward, so that an extra table and a chair appeared in the right place. This position made Darko feel very comfortable, and it was the same height as the table and chair that Lia had made for him in the Tree Castle.

Then, a set of red pens appeared on the table, each with a bright feather at the end. Daktronics immediately caught his eye, and there was only one possibility for such color and sophistication. The second existence among the top ten famous pens, Phoenix Yu Fei!

But it's a relief to think about it, the god of death was already a grandmaster-level inscription master before he became a god, and it would be strange if there was no one. In other words, the pen he has been using will inevitably become a famous pen.

"Use the Skinning and Silver Dragon's Blood. Death muttered to himself, and a brownish-red parchment and a bottle of silver ink appeared on the table.

Nightmare stepped forward, spread out the parchment, and pulled out the seven magic pens one by one, dipped them in ink one by one, and placed them diagonally on a delicate pen stand, and then stood aside. Her eyes were full of happiness and joy, as if she remembered the same scene in the past.

Darko was stunned, he had never seen the parchment or ink on the table, but he could feel the aura of the holy beast from the faint and deep magic fluctuations on it. The magic material that he also felt was also in his spatial ring, which was a parchment made of ninth-order demonic beast skin left to him by Orlando.

I didn't expect the Grim Reaper to casually come up with such a priceless set of materials. The pen is made of phoenix feathers, the paper is made of skin, and the silver dragon's blood is used as ink. Coupled with the copying of a god-level inscription master, what kind of work will appear? Darko had already guessed a possibility in his heart, and he immediately became excited.

"You've guessed right, what I'm about to copy is the prophecy forbidden spell, the finger of death. Speaking of this, the Grim Reaper actually sighed lightly, "Once upon a time, I was just a Holy Magister, and I made a deal with Priffith, trading power for power. He taught me the forbidden spell of the Finger of Death, and with this forbidden spell I comprehended the law of death, and I finally climbed to the throne of God along the way. After that, because of the battle of faith, he started a life-and-death battle with the gods, and finally Priffith took half of his power, and it fell short......" The Grim Reaper paused, and continued, "But I'm afraid Priffith can't calculate, one day I will use this forbidden spell he gave me to create a soul." ”

Darko knew that Priffith would not be able to predict gods of the same level, so his calculation of gods really reflected his powerful layout and planning ability.

While Darko was thinking, the Grim Reaper had manipulated his body and began to copy the magic scrolls. The lines of the twill pen with an arc outline a perfect golden section on the left side of the parchment, extending out in circles like the threads of a snail's shell, and the terminal connects a wavy output loop without any sense of disobedience, and the inscriptions around the curve leap onto the paper like elves.

Darko hurriedly gathered his mind and focused on the scroll his body was copying. This is a god-level inscription master who is even more powerful than a grandmaster-level inscription master to copy the magic scroll on the spot, and it is a rare opportunity that can be encountered but not sought, as long as you observe it carefully, it will be of great help to your own inscription professional promotion in the future. What's more, it is still possessed by death, and his body is copying. Darko's understanding of this magic scroll is not only sensory, but also tactile and direct, and even the details of Death's penmanship in every turn cannot escape Darko's perception.

As the scroll took shape, Darko had a deep understanding of the magic of the finger of death. He only realized that in fact, the Death Finger itself was a prophecy spell, and the spiritual attack in it was just an incidental gift. Because it relies on psychic power as a vehicle for casting, rather than elemental or arcane.

Immersed in the state of copying the inscription, Dakko didn't even know how much time had passed, it seemed like only a few minutes, and it seemed like a few days had passed. Dakko knew it was an overconcentration that led to a skewed perception of time. But none of this mattered anymore, and on the table in front of Darko, a silver-white inscription array leaped onto the paper. It was a coiled and bending formation, like a section of the line of the law of death, and like a bizarre and exaggerated face, on which colorful expressions filled it.

As the cycle of silver light from circuit to loop ends, the self-test is complete. However, the light of this array did not dim after the self-examination, on the contrary, the whole whole was completely lit up, and the silver light became more and more abundant, illuminating the narrow room to the slightest, and in the end it was as if the entire array was burning. In this silver flame, the silver dragon blood ink, which can withstand thousands of degrees of heat, gradually dissipates, and the Bimon animal skin, which can resist all corrosion and negative states, curls up and turns to ashes.

Dakko was shocked when he saw this scene, didn't he complete the self-inspection, and why did he still fail?

However, it soon became clear to Darko that he was wrong, and after burning out the parchment and ink, the silver flame was not extinguished. Instead, it converges towards the center, presenting a virtual sphere, with a small tail dragging underneath, and it turns out to be a soul!

This soul body was glowing with a silvery-white color, and if you looked closely, there were countless inscriptions and complex formation structures inside, which were the same as the previous Death Finger formation. Only then did Darko realize that this was the magic soul produced in the scroll, and it was the magic soul of the forbidden spell-level magic death finger!

Magical souls are not souls in the traditional sense, and every birth is extremely difficult, but they are not much different from real souls. With a magical soul, there is spirituality and wisdom, even if it is a low-level magic item, once it has a soul, it will become a holy weapon. Therefore, whether or not you have a soul has also become a watershed in the division between high-level equipment and top-level equipment.

It's no wonder that the Grim Reaper thinks that the spirit body that has accumulated over the years of thoughtless souls is not pure enough, and it is naturally not pure enough compared to the magical souls that are created out of thin air.

Wisps of subtle fluctuations came from the space on the seventh floor, although extremely small, but they were enough to attract the attention of Darko and the others.

"It's Priffith, he must have completely occupied the sixth floor, and he is beginning to try to open the spatial barrier to the seventh floor. Nightmare whirled around anxiously, but couldn't think of anything.

"The soul is done, and next, the body. There seemed to be a hint of exhaustion in the Grim Reaper's voice, but instead of stopping, he quickened his movements, "Borrow a little of your blood." ”

A small hole suddenly appeared in Dako's heart, which leaked all the blood pumped out by a single contraction of the ventricles, and then healed immediately, leaving no scarring at all. The blood that flowed out did not fall, but gathered in the air.

"Master, this is the blood in your god's body, but that's all there is. Nightmare also took out a small crystal bottle, and the cap of the bottle was opened, and a platinum-gold liquid floated out of the bottle.

"It's just a failed body, there's nothing to be sorry for. ”

Darko heard this and slandered again, even in the historical materials that can be distorted by the major churches, the god body of the god of death is known for its strength. Now it is called a failed body, I wonder how the other gods will feel when they hear it.

Under the control of the Grim Reaper, Darko's blood fused perfectly with the platinum-gold blood, turning into a bright liquid with a red in gold. Immediately, the liquid exploded violently, scattering and splattering into a rain of blood, each raindrop of uniform size and regular shape. At the same time, the Divine Source suddenly radiated a dazzling brilliance, which was no weaker than the light when the six-layer array was formed, and even more so.

Every drop of blood condensed into a small spherical particle under the irradiation of the divine source, and flew into an embryo, and the babies in it were lifelike. Darko now knows about Celemis's plan, and the body cultivated in this way may have the ability to inherit the anti-prophecy ability of his true name.

The real name is unique and cannot be copied, but the real name ability can be transferred to other things and passed on through bloodline. Under the birth of the divine source, every drop of blood became a living body, enveloping the newborn fetus like a cocoon.

The next step was to sift through it, and I saw that a finger phantom was generated on the top of all fetuses' heads at the same time, falling downward.

Prophecy is a forbidden spell, one finger of death! The god of death actually cast thousands of shrunken versions of the finger of death in one breath, and in this way to test the ability of anti-prophecy! Suddenly corpses were all over the field, and countless fetuses died without resistance.

However, Dacko soon appeared, and there was a cocoon that had not been shattered under the finger of death, and the fetus inside did not look different, but still alive. Dacko looked closely and could see that the fetus had a thread of prophecy that was like nothing.

The light of the Divine Source had already dimmed, but at this time, it lit up again, as if it was burning with the last of its power. The only remaining embryo grew rapidly under the nourishment of the divine source, and soon became a body the size of a seven or eight-year-old boy. It's just that the little boy has his eyes closed tightly, and there is no mental power fluctuation, obviously just a soulless shell. At this point, the divine source has completely lost its luster, and the little boy's body no longer grows.

"That's it. There was relief in Death's tired voice.

"Master, but you?" asked the nightmare, sensing something, in a trembling voice. She had always believed that her master was omnipotent, and she had never feared that the Grim Reaper's resurrection plan would fail. However, now anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is impossible to carry the thoughts of death by relying only on the body of this little boy who is seven or eight years old.

"It's nothing, the confrontation with Priffith just now consumed too much, and the energy of the divine source is still not enough, but it's not a big problem. After a short silence, Celelomis had already made a decision, "I have been in this world for too long, I don't want to wander like this conscious anymore, so it's good to end here." I will condense my mind to the strength that this body can carry, leaving only the most central part of my understanding of the laws of death, and that will be enough. ”

"Master, wouldn't you lose all your memories!" cried Nightmare anxiously.

"Silly boy. A memory of God is both a treasure and a burden. But none of this really matters, only my understanding of the law is what I am most proud of, and what I cherish the most, it is the proof that I once existed. ”

Before the words fell, the already dim divine source of the god of death suddenly shook violently, as if liquid metal was boiling. At the same time, the divine energy continued to compress inward, and the energy fluctuations rose and fell like a tidal wave, and the memories contained in it also disappeared in the process.

Darko was shocked and heartbroken, shocked that the god of death was so resolute, ready to compress his consciousness to the point where this body could carry. The heartache was the waste of this process, not to mention the huge amount of energy, the memory of a god alone was a priceless treasure, and now it was annihilated like this.

"Master, wait for me!" the nightmare screamed, and his soul began to burn violently, almost out of his body.

"Nightmare, what are you going to do?" Darko called out hurriedly.

"Little skeleton, thank you for your help, it's a pity I can't repay you. Nightmare turned his head and smiled at Darko like he had never seen before, "Also, there's a reluctant request to help me take out the Death Knight if I have the chance to go back, it snatched all my men away." ”

It took Darko's mind to figure out what the nightmare meant. Nightmares' men must be the bone horses, and the Death Knight's men are the Undead Knights. Naturally, the Undead Knight needed mounts to ride, so he robbed the Bone Horses under Nightmare's men. Darko remembered that his first encounter with Nightmare was when he saw a group of undead knights chasing her. However, since even the Nightmare is not their opponent, I'm afraid that the Death Knight is not simple, and it is likely to be a great lord-level existence.

For the Grim Reaper, he has existed long enough that his memory has become a dispensable burden. And for Nightmares, which are undead, this is not the case. In order to gather the combined forces of the gods, Nightmare opened the gates of hell and fell into the hell of the undead, and for three thousand years, returning here to resurrect her master has become her only purpose. When this goal was finally achieved, how could she safely watch her master disappear with her own eyes? Perhaps for her master, it was not disappearance, but another form of eternal life. Then let me live with you, and never face the endless loneliness alone.

The nightmare's soul broke out of its body and merged into the boiling divine source of the Grim Reaper without hesitation, leaving only the beautiful body to fall limply.

Others are willing to die for you, but I want to accompany you to eternal life.

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