The magical soul that had been floating in mid-air seemed to have been attracted by some kind of attraction, and it swooped into the little boy's body, and then it was silent, as if nothing had been born. But in Darko's pupil of cause and effect, I saw a pitch-black line of law pressed down like a cloud. It gradually wrapped around the little boy's body, and then contracted violently, like a spider retracting the web it had spit out.

The Divine Source of the Grim Reaper had been compressed to the point that only a little bright star remained, and it followed the magic soul and quickly fell into the little boy's eyebrows and disappeared. The next moment, the little boy opened his eyes, he looked around in confusion, and then his gaze fell on Darko.

At first glance, the little boy looks eight points similar to Dako, but when compared carefully, it is completely different. Darko knew that this involved the essence of the law, and the little boy's appearance was not something he could see. The little boy's pupils are golden in color, and his facial features are extremely symmetrical, and there is no difference between the left and right sides of the face, which gives people a sense of unreality. It was as if the little boy had been made out of a mold and not a real life.

Darko looked at the empty room, and the Grim Reaper and the nightmare were all gone, like a hallucination. And the sixth-level god of prophecy is still trying to get here, will he be angry with himself at that time? Darko felt that these were not things that he could do for the Lord, so he turned to the little boy who looked at him, and said tentatively, "Hello, my name is Darko." ”

"You, okay, my name, Darko?"

When Darko said this sentence and solemnly said his name, the little boy was confused. Obviously, this newborn soul has no self-knowledge, no concept of 'me' or 'name'.

Daktronics ...... Name...... Your name is ...... Darko ...... "The little boy said something like this a little at a loss.

Darko was in good spirits, he didn't expect the little boy to learn so quickly, so he nodded busily.

"Are you...... Darko, then I'...... Who is it?" the little boy was confused.

Darko suddenly realized that the little boy didn't have a name of his own. Unfortunately, the god of death no longer existed, and he didn't have time to ask what the name of the little boy was.

Darko muttered, "You are the creature of Celelomis, but you don't have any traces of the god of death on your body, and from the line of cause and effect, you are implicated in countless lines of the law of death......"

"The Law of Death!" When the word "Law of Death" was mentioned, the little boy's pupils suddenly focused, as if something in his instinct had been activated, and he understood everything at once.

"I am in charge of the life and death of all souls in the mortal world, and all living beings and the undead are reincarnated according to my will. I think that when someone is close to death, death is given to him, and it becomes the balance between life and death for the undead. I thought there was an overload of life in this world, so I communicated plagues and wars to lighten the load on the plane. I thought the world needed more life, so I summoned the remnants of the undead from hell and reincarnated with the power of the laws of life. In your cognition, what should an existence like me be called?" The last question, the little boy's tone returned to the curious child's voice before.

"The law manifests ......" Dakko fell into a shocked silence for a moment.

I'm afraid that the god of death, Celemis, doesn't even know what he has created. He used the forbidden spell-level magic soul as the carrier, the divine blood and the divine body generated by Darko's anti-prophecy bloodline as the container, and used his most essential understanding of the law as the fire, and half of the death godhead as the node, to create a unique and unique life form. A living being embodied in the law!

"You are a creature of the God of Death, and you have a wisp of His mind, so do you want to inherit His name Celemis?" Darko came back to his senses, and the first thing he wanted to make sure was that this new life form still had the memory of the Grim Reaper, and if there were, then it would be really powerful.

"Celelomis? The little boy seemed to have an instinctive rejection of the name, but not disgust, but more like the remnants of the Grim Reaper's reluctance to inherit the name.

"Oh, that's right. Darko was stunned for a moment, the Grim Reaper was still gone. However, it is undoubtedly a desirable thing to be able to witness the growth of a law-embodied life form full of infinite possibilities, "Since you are the embodiment of the law of death, then you might as well be called Dyce." ”

"Days ...... I'm Dyce. The little boy repeated, then nodded earnestly.

At this moment, the entire space on the seventh floor trembled violently, and wisps of spatial cracks appeared in the middle of the room out of thin air, and a trace of imperceptible divine power extended from it. Darko has become very sensitive to divine power since he obtained the godhead, and he knows that this is the divine power tentacles of the god of prophecy, who came to spy on the situation on the seventh floor.

Just when the tentacles of divine power appeared, Dyce's eyes suddenly showed a look of longing, and he actually stretched out his little hand to grab a wisp of divine power, and then stuffed it into his mouth, and then showed a face full of joy.

"Sweet. Days laughed happily, licked his lips, and continued to grab another wisp of prophecy power.

However, the remaining tentacles of divine power were like mice seeing cats, and they all fled back along the spatial rift in an instant, and Days grabbed it this time. But he didn't give up, I saw that he would stretch out two small hands, slightly clumsily pick at the edge of a spatial rift, and tear it hard to expand the spatial rift. Deiss also burrowed into the spatial rift, bringing himself into the void, chasing after the source of the prophecy divine power.

Darko opened his mouth wide for a while, and he couldn't close it for a long time, he couldn't figure out the situation at all. Why was Deas able to directly grab and eat the divine power of the God of Prophecy? Why did the God of Prophecy seem to be afraid of Deis? Why was Dece able to use his body to open the spatial rift? Darko felt that the doubts he had generated for so many moments were almost catching up with all the questions he had not understood in the past.

However, reality didn't give Darko much time to think about the 100,000 whys, and soon more violent spatial fluctuations rumbled, and the entire room on the seventh floor trembled and shook like an earthquake. Darko hurriedly pulled out a pile of defensive magic scrolls and tore them open, turning himself into a turtle to ward off the dangers that might arise next.

Dense spatial cracks appeared around the room, and soon merged with each other to form a large area, and then the room on the seventh floor unexpectedly began to grow in size. In a short time, the seven-storey area, which was only more than 50 square meters, expanded more than ten times.

Just when Darko was wondering, he suddenly saw pieces of broken masonry fall out of the spatial crack, and from the decoration, it looked like a six-story floor. Da Ke thought about it for a while, and soon thought of a possibility, the God of Prophecy suddenly left for some reason, but before retreating, he also broke off immediately, and forcibly injected the six layers of space occupied by his divinity into the seventh layer in one go. Although the tentacles just now collapsed at the touch of a button, they also discovered the size of the seventh layer, as long as the sixth layer of space was injected, the divinity of the two sides continued to pour into each other. No matter what hole cards the Grim Reaper has on the seventh floor, they will be destroyed along with the space.

"It's a good calculation. Darko's idea was quickly confirmed, and when enough space poured into the seventh layer, the divinity of the God of Prophecy and the divinity of the God of Death in the original seven layers lost balance, and the entire seven-layer space suddenly became shaky and began to tremble in an extremely unstable manner.

Darko suddenly felt something familiar flash not far away, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, and it turned out to be the space wrist chakra! After Salver's death, the space wrist wheel that was originally used to seize the six-layer space was still thrown aside, and no one noticed that it was now surging along with the six-layer space.

Immediately afterward, with the influx of a large number of broken masonry, it began to be mixed with the cries of people. Obviously, those explorers on the sixth floor couldn't resist the suction of the space in the end, and were sent to the seventh floor together. Darko hid the spatial wrist wheel, then found a safe spot against the large boulder, examining the explorer who had been teleported.

In it, he saw a lot of familiar people, basically all the explorers who teleported to the sixth floor were among them, and some of them were also painted, and they were injured by stones in the spatial turbulence. The inscriptionists of the major forces, including Arroyo, are among them, but the largest number is still the group of the Gafreshak family, although Salver is dead, but in terms of combat effectiveness, they are probably still the strongest.

Aciba also appeared crawling on the ground, wearing the full body armor of the war puppet, so it was not injured in any way. As soon as it adjusted its balance, it vigilantly watched its surroundings, but there were no enemies, which made Atsiba very strange. It seems that the encounter on the previous layer has made Ashiba nervous all the time, but now that he has reached the seventh layer, there is no enemy, but he is not adapted.

"Aciba, I'm here, come here!" Darko beckoned to Aciba.

When Asiba saw Darko, he immediately roared and ran in front of Darko, standing majestically beside him, like a personal bodyguard.

As the space continues to pour in, the space around everyone becomes unreal, as if it has been swallowed up by nothingness. The walls of the seventh floor, which were originally all around, also shattered and disintegrated in the expansion of the space, and the surrounding area became a whole deep void.

"What's wrong?" someone cried out in alarm. There are no timid people who can go all the way down to the seventh floor in the Death Ruins, but the situation in front of them is really unheard of, and the fear of the unknown still prevails.

Darko sighed and said in as loud a voice as possible, "The God of Prophecy forcibly injected the six layers of space contaminated with its own divinity into the seventh layer, and without the violent reaction of the divinity presided over by the gods, this parallel space was about to be destroyed in the pouring of the divinity of the two sides. ”

"What? will it crumble into the void?" said a female mage of the Gafreshak family, startled. If the ruins are destroyed, everyone here will be thrown into the Endless Void even if they don't die, and things will be in trouble.

It took Darko three months to return to the Plane of Ametia, and even though he had now reached the level of a Magister, it would not be easy to cross the Void.

"No, this place will not collapse, although this is a parallel space, it is attached to the main space. When this space is gone, it will take the initiative to move closer to the main space, gradually assimilate it, and finally integrate into the surface space. Darko still remembered what Phyllis had told him that since the Dead Relics were originally built on islands, they were attached to the Main Dimension.

Arroyo said, "Doesn't that mean we're going back to the Venus plane?"

"Yes. Darko nodded.

Hearing Darko's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their expedition was a few floors higher than others, although they didn't get any more benefits, but as long as they could go back safely, it would be the best.

It didn't take long for the space to begin to crumble and peel off piece by piece, and then shatter piece by piece, turning into a flying streamer.

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