The sea was calm, and the ship on which the Grim Reaper was traveling drifted down the southern side of the Atlantic, and according to the plan of absconding, they were preparing to go to the border between Brazil and Argentina.

In that place, a large number of believers of the Temple of Death gathered, and these believers were actually the reserve warriors of the Temple of Death.

Now that the Temple of Death has been destroyed, the only place that the Grim Reaper can go to is this place, and then gather believers from all over the world, as for the next step, the Grim Reaper has not yet thought about it.

Now he is full of anger and murderous intentions, and he can't wait to find the demon king and kill him immediately.

The Grim Reaper had risen from the container, and he washed himself off the red liquid that had been stained on his body, and now he was wearing a black cloak, standing on the deck, the blood-colored scythe in his hand exuding a bewitching blood-colored edge in the sunlight.

Andrew and Gers also stood by the side of the Grim Reaper, their faces respectful and awe-inspiring.

Gers looked at the Grim Reaper and couldn't help but ask, "Your Excellency the Grim Reaper, has your Grim Reaper's body been successfully refined?"

The Grim Reaper's eyes sank, and wisps of sharp edge suddenly appeared, and he said: "It can be regarded as a successful tempering, but there are still some flaws. After all, the Nether Blood you cloned is not the real Nether Blood. Even so, with my current strength, the Demon King will only die in front of me! If the mandala does not flee and is tempered with her nether blood, then my current strength will reach the Extreme Sixfold Realm! Unfortunately, let her escape! My current strength is a little worse than the Extreme Sixfold Realm, but in the face of any peerless powerhouse, I am fearless, on the contrary, they will tremble in front of me!"

The god of death said this quite confidently, and it was not difficult to infer from his words that his own body of the god of death had been tempered, although it was not a truly perfect body of the god of death, and there were still some flaws, but the strength he possessed had achieved a qualitative change, and the words did not put the major peerless powerhouses in the dark world in his eyes.

The only pity is that now the Grim Reaper is just a lonely man, with only more than twenty warriors around him, and no matter how strong his personal strength is, he can't fight against a powerful force.

If the Temple of Death still exists, with the current power of the God of Death, I am afraid that a bloody storm will blow across the entire dark world.

Andrew and Gels on the side were overjoyed when they heard Death's confident words, and Gers couldn't help but speak: "Congratulations to Your Excellency Death, you have finally been tempered into the body of Death." With the appeal of His Excellency Death, he will soon be able to build an even more powerful Temple of Death again. ”

The gaze in the eyes of the god of death narrowed slightly, and the blood-colored killing machine flashed, and he said: "The price of refining into the body of the god of death is to watch the temple of death collapse, and the anger in my heart is simply nowhere to vent!

"Lord Death, we need to recruit more believers to come and raise a strong army once again. With Gels and I here, it only takes a year or so to build an army of genetic warriors. Andrew said.

The Grim Reaper was silent, he knew the reason why the two Guardians had let Andrew and Gers escape with them, because with these two biology professors, there would be no need to worry about genetic warriors, or even clone warriors.

The problem is that in order to become a strong genetic warrior, one must be a strong fighter with combat experience.

It is true that the Temple of Death has many fanatical believers all over the world, but these believers are basically ordinary people, and they are afraid of giving them a gun, they don't know how to shoot it yet, and as for the skills of fighting and killing, it is equal to zero.

Even if such a believer is transformed into a genetic warrior, what is the use? That is, it is more powerful than the original.

Even if these believers are gathered together and trained in combat skills first, there needs to be a venue, and where can this venue be found?

So now the Grim Reaper is very passive, which is also the reason why he is angry.

"The Temple of Death will definitely rise again, but before that, I think I can find some people to work with. The gaze in Death's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke.

"Cooperation?"

Andrew and Gers looked stunned.

The Grim Reaper nodded and said, "Since the Demon King can unite with other peerless powerhouses to besiege my Death Temple, why can't I unite with other peerless powerhouses to deal with him? Speaking of which, the Demon King has a lot of enemies. For example, the Black Cross Temple, the Wrath of the Earth, and the Killer Sanctuary. ”

The Grim Reaper stared at the vast sea, looked into the distance, the murderous intent in his eyes became thicker and thicker, and said, "With my current strength, maybe I can also go to the existence in the Killer Sanctuary...... I guess he wants to get rid of the Demon King too!"

Neither Andrew nor Gers interjected.

The Grim Reaper's decision was not something they could intervene in, and they wanted to live a few more years.

"You guys go down first, and let me think about my next move in silence. Death said suddenly.

"Yes!"

Andrew and Gers nodded, and they stepped out of the deck into the cabin.

The Grim Reaper was wrapped in a black cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly, only when he turned slightly sideways, he vaguely saw his extremely terrifying face, the skin color of the right side of the face showed a strange blue, and the skin of the left face seemed to have withered, terrifying like a ghost.

He suddenly raised the blood-colored scythe in his hand, and the power of the blood veins in his body suddenly surged, and the wisps of death power were continuously injected into this blood-colored scythe, making this scythe bloom with a blood-colored edge, as if he wanted to harvest that living life anytime and anywhere.

"The feeling of such supreme power is so tempting! Dark World, when my death descends again, I will make everyone tremble because of me! Killing, just the beginning!"

The god of death opened his mouth coldly, he already had a preliminary plan in his heart, that is, to unite with the peerless powerhouses who were hostile to the demon king, form a force, and start the siege and killing of the demon king first.

"Demon King, I'm looking forward to the moment when you and I meet, I will cut off your head with the scythe in my hand to calm my anger and kill!"

The Grim Reaper sneered, now he seems extremely conceited and confident, the success of the refining of the Grim Reaper's body, even if it does not reach the most perfect level, but it also gives him the capital to rank among the top peerless powerhouses.

In the past, the god of death always went into retreat, and rarely left the temple of death, because what he was waiting for was the day when he succeeded in refining the body of death.

Now that this day has come, with the dispatch of death, the dark world is destined not to be calm, and it will inevitably set off a new round of bloody storms.

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