The sound of heavy breathing heaved in the clearing, as if to clearly tell everyone that he was already in a bad state. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 He silently looked at his blood-soaked hands, but he couldn't stop panting heavily, the air in his lungs was constantly squeezed, filling every part of his body, but it still couldn't make him feel even a little better.

He didn't suffer even the slightest injury, his whole body was intact, only the white clothes on his body were stained with a lot of blood. He held on to his staff, holding on to keep himself from falling, his eyes wide as he tried to catch the shadow's bearings.

The flames were tearing and burning, blackening and scorching the already empty earth. The forest was gradually eroded by the flames, retreating, and the clearings slowly expanded. But no matter how large the open space was, it could not give him the slightest sense of security.

He couldn't help but feel that this was also a kind of torture, a kind of mental torture for him. He had to maintain a high level of mental concentration all the time, while the other party did not move, like the most patient hunter, quietly waiting for the end of the battle of the trapped beasts, exhausting the last bit of energy in the trapped beasts' bodies.

He did find the other party. But at that time, he was the only one left. He completely underestimated the strength of the other party, and the people he stayed in the camp were not able to stop the other party's footsteps for even a second, and they were already cleared out before they didn't even send out a call for help. When they returned to the camp, all they could see was that the tents had been completely destroyed.

But that was just the beginning of his nightmare. At that moment, even he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, falling into astonishment and disbelief. But it was also at that time that the tent closest to them was suddenly lifted, and a black shadow flashed away without the slightest hesitation.

With a scythe in his hand, he directly cut off the head of the second child in front of him, and then immediately retreated without hesitation.

During this time, he was unable to react, and even the shield that he had held in his hand was canceled. He was frightened. He had never seen anyone who could kill without hesitation, without even a hint of fluctuation. It's not that you look down on life or habits, it's that you really eliminate all emotions, like a cold killing machine.

At that moment, he deeply realized what kind of monster he was fighting against them.

In hell, although they are all deaths, they are just ordinary people in life. Whether it's excitement, pain, intolerance, or struggle, it's perfectly normal to have mood swings in the face of death. And he is a civilian worker, and he usually stays in hell, and the number of times he can see death is only a handful. He has always felt that it was a kind of luck. Every year, there are not a few Grim Reapers, who go crazy because of this job.

The world is big and there are very few Grim Reapers, so the number of Grim Reapers, is overwhelmingly insufficient. The Lower Grim Reaper can only be assigned to various worlds to witness death after death, and then gradually move towards destruction. If it can be saved, it will be saved, and if it can't be saved, it will be directly thrown back to the furnace for reconstruction.

Although he was tired every day, and even if he continued to meditate, he would only get less than one-tenth of the original improvement, but he still wanted to continue living. Comfortable, even knowing that it was almost impossible for him to die, he had forgotten what it was like. But it was only after witnessing the death of his teammates, the hot blood even spilled on his clothes and face, that he remembered the fear of being dominated by death.

He is like a true god of death, unwavering in the harvest of life.

He couldn't help but think so.

He was indeed the strongest of the seven, even several times stronger than the second. Because his life is like that of an ascetic, he chooses to spend his free time meditating rather than having fun. At that hopelessly slow rate of growth, he persevered. If he had the current level when he was alive, he wouldn't have become Deadpool. Only, that's exactly what he's glad about. He was glad that he didn't get stronger, and he was glad that he met Lotus.

It's just that...... Now, it seems that this kind of happiness has come to an end. Having worked with the grown-up for so long, he knew better than anyone what the hat meant.

"Forbidden Spell, Meteor Shower......" he whispered, and the staff in his hand bloomed with crimson brilliance, completely illuminating the space. The biggest difference between a mage and a warrior is that a mage can cast spells beyond the level, and the price is everything he has.

The air quickly became dry, and a huge magic circle spread across the sky, and the intricate patterns made people feel a headache just by looking at them, and the momentum was extremely huge. But at the price, the staff in his hand was also completely swallowed by the red light, shattering into dust with a crisp sound. Even he himself could no longer stand and fell to his knees. His face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

If it had been before, he would have died before this spell could be cast. But now it's different, not only has he become stronger, but the Grim Reaper's vitality is ten times that of ordinary people. He carefully calculated that as long as he used his staff as a sacrifice, consumed most of the magic power and life force in his body, and then regressed two levels, he would have the capital to release this forbidden spell in its entirety.

He gambled almost everything he had in an attempt to win the game. Life force and mana can be restored, and his wand, with two levels, may not be able to get it back even if it takes him a hundred years. Progress in hell is always frighteningly slow, as if everything is fair, and while giving him endless vitality, it also rigidly limits his development, which makes people helpless. The stronger it is, the greater the limit it receives.

This is the strongest forbidden spell he can release in his hand, no matter how strong he is, he doesn't know it, but after it is released, he himself will definitely die, and he will die in front of the other party. Then it doesn't make any sense.

The heavenly circle swirled around, emitting a fiery red glow in his eyes. The air gradually filled with the smell of burning, and the fire on the ground gradually went out, and the calm was eerily calm, like the calm before a storm.

Red light, flashing.

He clearly saw the shadow, no longer hiding, and slowly walked towards him with the huge scythe in his face, without the slightest solemnity or excitement about the imminent victory, as always without waves.

He stared at the shadow, coughing violently and dyeing his shirt red for even a moment, before opening his mouth and saying something silently.

It's useless.

The other party seemed to understand what he meant, and raised his head to look at the sky.

The forbidden spell was finally fully prepared, and it suddenly expanded several times over, encompassing the entire rainforest. The pattern in the middle kept changing, and then suddenly began to rotate with a piercing roar. Slowly, it resembles a door, behind which an endless storm continues to pour scorching meteorites down on this fragile rainforest.

All the animals were awakened by the sudden attack and tried to flee in a hurry. However, the scope of this magic is extremely wide, and the gaps left between meteorites are extremely small. Meteorites that seemed slow in the sky at first accelerated as they approached the ground, trying to destroy everything they could see.

The entire forest was shrouded in firelight, and the screams of animals before they died could be heard everywhere. All living beings fled as best they could out of the forest, trying to get away from this land of destruction.

Before the meteorite fell, Lord Death mercilessly slashed at the leader with a scythe, but the scythe was about to slash at the opponent when it was blocked by the shield that suddenly appeared. And if you look closely, the shield wraps the other party inside, and it doesn't seem to have a chance to make a move. Only then did he understand the meaning of the other party's words.

If this magic doesn't end, then he's invincible.

Lord Death tilted his head, then sighed softly as he stepped back from his killing state and returned to his usual appearance. When he kills, he uses another personality to outlaw his thoughts, so that he can do it without hesitation. And in that state, his reaction speed will be 30% higher than that of normal him, because he can react without thinking at all. This is a pros and a cons. Not having to think also means not being able to think.

With a simple judgment, he found that it was no longer necessary to continue to maintain this state, so he withdrew directly.

Looking at the embarrassed leader in front of him, he began to look at this person carefully for the first time.

He clearly felt the will to die and the incomparably firm belief in the other party. He has always admired this kind of person. But that doesn't mean he's going to give up his victory.

The leader is not big, he looks like he is only twenty-four or five at most, and he even has a kind of scholarly elegance on his face, but the embarrassed appearance destroys this delicate aura completely, and the white robe on his body is also dyed black and red. Like Lord Death, he has short black hair, but his eyes are as red as fire, burning as if he wants to burn him to death.

"You've lost." Lord Death said suddenly.

The other grinned and said hoarsely, "Not necessarily." "One thing is for sure, he doesn't want to lose.

"She's so important to you, or isn't she?" Lord Death looked down at him and asked softly. Even a layman like him can perceive that the other party's state is quite unpleasant. Not only is it as simple as the loss of vitality, but the oppressive power that his entire person gives to Lord Death is also declining rapidly, indicating that his strength has declined substantially, plus the broken staff-

Is he trying to trade everything he has for this victory?

It's not that Lord Death can't understand this thought. However, he didn't know what the other party's motive was for doing this, and he could only think that it was his boss who promised something.

"So, isn't she important to you?" The other party asked rhetorically.

Lord Death was silent for a moment, then looked up at the sky.

The meteorite was near, only a few seconds away from him, and he had no time to continue chatting. Just before that, he wanted to answer the question first.

"It's important." Lord Death muttered in a low voice, as if in reply, but as if talking to himself.

Mistress Luna is important.

She revived Lord Death.

That's why Lord Death is following her. She's willful, so let her be willful. As long as Lord Death can do it and think of it, he will do his best to satisfy her. This is the retribution of Lord Death, and it is also the persistence of Lord Shinigami.

Raise your hand, turn around, and pick up. The three movements were done in one go, and the meteorite was instantly cut in half before it fell. The flames of the meteorite wrapped around the scythe, but it could not do the slightest damage to Lord Death, and it fell weakly to the ground.

The leader watched in amazement. He thought about a lot of ways to deal with the other party, but he didn't expect it to be so simple and violent. After taking a closer look at Lord Death's scythe, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, let out a long sigh, and muttered in a low voice, "Your Excellency...... I'm sorry, I lost. Then, he snapped his fingers weakly and took the initiative to remove the heavenly magic circle.

The great destruction was like a fleeting illusion, disappearing between heaven and earth, and only the forest fires that were still burning showed what had happened here.

Lord Death lightly placed the scythe on the opponent's neck and whispered, "Checkmate." ”

The sickle fell, and the blood rose.