In the Caribbean, in the southeast, the waters are the deepest, and there are often shocking waves and extremely treacherous.

And in this direction, there is an extremely hidden and remote island, this small island is hidden behind the most dangerous sea in the Caribbean, undoubtedly using that dangerous sea as a barrier.

The island's bay is surrounded by dense mangrove forests, and the island is home to large cacti, forming a small rainforest area.

Under the cover of night, this island was silent, but in that silence, there was a faint terrifying aura that made people frightened, that is, the breath of death, extremely thick, clear, and terrifying death. If an outsider is in it, feeling this breath of death that hits people's hearts, they really think they are in a country of death.

In the middle of the island, there is a majestic and eerie castle.

The castle is black and made of black boulders, tall and magnificent, towering over the island, but invisibly exuding a solemn aura of death, which makes people feel a sense of horror from the soul at a glance.

The black castle has no decoration, except for a very conspicuous emblem on the front of the castle, which is a blood-colored scythe.

The blood-colored scythe is vividly drawn, looking like a real scythe that is still dripping blood hanging above this castle, under the shroud of that night, this blood-dripping scythe seems to exude a wisp of blood, making people feel like seeing a terrifying scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

In Western mythology, the weapon of death is a blood-dripping scythe, which is used to harvest the lives of others.

Therefore, a bloodthirsty scythe often represents death!

This is the Temple of Death!

The temple of death is dominated by dark tones, but there are many more murals on the tall walls, and even the tall castle dome is also embossed with various patterns, these painting reliefs are mainly bloody killings, and the main characters of the paintings are the bloody killings of Danatus, the god of death in Western mythology.

A dozen light stands the size of millstones hung from the high roof, and on them lay arm-thick tallow candles, the bright flames of which drew strange shadows all over the room.

The Grim Reaper was cloaked in a black cloak, a scythe with a faint flow of blood was placed on his lap, and on the left and right stood two men in dark gold robes, whose faces were mostly hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his faces, but they could feel the rotten, cold, bloodthirsty aura of death emanating from them.

Being able to stand on the left and right sides of the god of death are the two great messengers of death in the temple of death.

Below the Grim Reaper, there were several black-robed warriors kneeling on the ground, and on both sides of the back, there were two teams of black-robed warriors and countless genetic warriors.

"Ophero failed?"

Death's eyes sank, and he asked word by word.

A black-robed warrior who knelt on the ground said in a frightened tone: "Tell His Highness the Reaper, Ophilo that they failed in their action and failed to complete the mission of His Highness the Reaper!"

"In other words, all forty-six genetic warriors sent to Africa this time are dead?" The gaze in the eyes of the god of death rose sharply, and the sharp gaze was like two sharp swords out of the sheath, the cold light flashed, and the hearts of the people were cold, making people feel a sense of despair of death.

"Your Highness of Death, even if they are sacrificed, they will be sacrificed on the battlefield, and their souls will return to the realm of death, be protected by death, and gain eternal life!"

According to the information, Ophero was just a soldier of a peacekeeping force in China. How could these peacekeepers be the opponents of the great genetic warriors?, and what was it that caused the destruction of the Ofiro and their army?" Death asked coldly.

"Tell the Grim Reaper, according to our investigation after the incident and the intelligence information we obtained, we learned that two special combat teams from China came to support. When the first special forces team came to support, they were trapped by the genetic warriors. But when the second special forces team came to their aid, they defeated Auphilo and them. Another black-robed warrior spoke.

"When did Huaguo's special combat team become so strong? This is impossible! No matter how strong those special combat soldiers are, they can't compare to the strengthened genetic soldiers! Who led this second special combat team?" Death asked in a cold voice.

"According to our analysis, it should be the Demon King who leads this special combat team!" said the kneeling black-robed warrior.

"Demon King?"

The Grim Reaper's tone sank, and two blood-colored eyes burst out like substance, and an extremely thick death aura permeated from his body, and the death coercion was boundless, enveloping the entire Death Temple.

"Demon King again?!Damn!" The Grim Reaper was furious, he clenched his fists and said coldly, "This Demon King has killed too many warriors in our Death Temple, and we have no way to deal with him, this is the greatest shame for my Death Temple!"

"Master, Zhan Ji is willing to lead a group of genetic warriors to intercept and kill the Demon King, and he will definitely bring back the Demon King's head!"

At this time, a man with a burly body and a breath like a wild beast stood up, the skin on his body faintly showed a metallic luster, and the muscles of his body were knotted in large chunks, like a dragon entrenched, hideous and terrifying, and the violent power breath contained in it seemed to destroy the world and the earth.

Zhanji, he is the first genetic warrior developed by the Temple of Death, and is called the Gene War King by the Grim Reaper.

And he is the leader of all genetic warriors.

Zhanji is the first genetic warrior, so the genetic bloodline in his body is the purest, and now many genetic warriors have been integrated into the genetic bloodline of the origin in Zhanji's body. Even Dr. Geros, a biologist who works for the Grim Reaper, is using the bloodline of the battle base as a specimen to develop and clone the same genetic warrior.

Under the incomparably pure genetic bloodline in Zhanji's body, his own strength is naturally very strong, which can be called unfathomable.

Death's eyes sank, and he said slowly: "Zhanji, don't be in a hurry, one day you will fight the Demon King!" Send the order to investigate all the movements of the Demon King, as well as all the movements of the people close to the Demon King, I want to grasp their whereabouts. This revenge, our Death Temple must be a hundred times more revenge!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

In the field, the black-robed warriors and genetic warriors all roared.

Subsequently, the Grim Reaper dismissed everyone, and the two Death Messengers beside him also accepted their own different tasks, and their mission had only one purpose, that is, to control the whereabouts of the Demon King and the people around the Demon King as much as possible, and then act to kill!

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There are also extremely large basements in the Temple of Death, for example, the third floor of the basement is the Gene Warrior Training Laboratory, which is run by two well-known figures in the biological world, Andrew and Gers.

After the Grim Reaper dismissed the group, he walked alone towards the basement.

The Grim Reaper came to the basement level, the first basement of which was immensely large, illuminated by arm-thick lamps and candles.

Death stepped forward, pushed open the door of a secret room, and entered.

This secret room is also more than 200 square meters, scattered with various props of different shapes, and in front of this secret room, a towering cross is tied to a woman.

The woman hung her head down, and her long grayish-brown hair fell down to obscure her face.

She wore a long black dress with dark gold trim at the hem, and at the cuff of the skirt, a mandala flower outlined with gold silk thread was faintly visible.

The long skirt on her body is already a little tattered, but it still can't hide her graceful and sexy figure, and the plump and mature curves are almost perfectly outlined, which makes people feel an irrepressible impulse at a glance.

Perhaps hearing the footsteps of someone approaching, the woman raised her head, and looked forward with a pair of beautiful eyes as blue as the sea, and a face was extremely pale, but still gorgeous, but it looked a little pale as if it had lost too much blood.

"Death, have you come to absorb my blood again?"

The woman spoke, a sneer on her lips.

"Mandala, I really don't know what else you have to laugh at this time. Death walked over, staring at the gorgeous and sexy woman in front of him, and said coldly.

The mandala, the woman who was tied to the cross, was the blood mandala.

"Haven't you always wanted to fuse the Nether Blood in my body so that your Death Blood can be transformed into the Body of the Grim Reaper? And I, I'm really blind, I didn't expect you to be so despicable and shameless, taking advantage of people's danger, to send people to attack me!" Mandala said coldly.

Death sneered and said, "Mandala, you are very close to the Demon King, do you think I don't know? You are wrong, in fact, I have always known. The two actions of the Temple of Death in Jianghai City ended in failure because of your inaction! As long as you do something, how can my carefully planned actions fail? You know that the Demon King is my enemy of life and death, and you are still so close to him, so you should die!"

"Then why didn't you kill me?" Mandala smiled, and she said, "That's right, I'm just very close to the Demon King, are you jealous? Look at your appearance of not being a human or a ghost, and then look at the Demon King, so masculine and domineering, so handsome and free. So, of course I like the Demon King! Death, listen, I just like the Demon King, and I even have some intimate actions!"

"Don't say it again!

Death roared, and his body moved, as if he could teleport, and in an instant, he was in front of the mandala, and a bony hand reached out and clamped the mandala's throat.

Although this hand is skinny, there is a surging power in it that exudes the breath of death.

In the face of this force, it seems that a single steel bar can be bent, let alone the throat bone of flesh and blood.

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A total of more than 13,000 words broke out in the four watches, and there are still during the day, and the brothers and sisters have a lot of support!