The voice came from some direction, leisurely, unhurried, as if talking to himself, but everyone in Ian and his party could hear it clearly.

A warrior in black armor stepped out of the darkness deep in the forest, looking very muscular. He wore a hood on his head, his left hand rested on his waist, his right hand resting loosely on a pole, and a slender, swarthy iron rod slung across his right shoulder to the back of his neck. After taking a few more steps closer, Ian saw a huge scythe at the end of the iron rod.

The same dark and dull scythe blade plunged diagonally into the chaotic shadows behind the stranger.

With a "whoosh" arrow, Ian urged Flynn to shoot an arrow at him tentatively, and as soon as the arrow came out, Flynn continued to dodge to the side and move her position, followed by two more arrows.

Three lightning-fast psionic arrows flew towards the man, only to be knocked down in front of him. The warrior didn't change his stance, and it was the ghost that came out of his side that shot the arrow. The three ghosts looked almost identical, all dressed in tattered black-gray cloth robes, carrying a smaller scythe, and all of them had the appearance of human skeletons. The moment the ghost dropped the arrow, it vanished again.

Compared to Frynn's arrows, the spirits' movements did not seem to be swift, but rather slow, but they shot down three arrows with calm and accuracy.

"Death...... Zandar muttered, sounding as if he had recognized the other. The lizardman he was staring at the "Grim Reaper" looked nervous as his eyes widened and his pupils shrunk into a slit.

"I know him, I've heard the people describe it as your human god of death. He added eagerly, in a low voice.

Ian sighed to himself, it seemed that the lizardman prince did not know the identity of the enemy, but was a little superstitious.

"Zandar," he reminded playfully, "I think he's more of a dark mercenary who came to trouble us. ”

Although his tone was relaxed, Ian was very uneasy. Although the three arrows that Frin shot in a row just now were not fully developed, they were so easily defused by the other party that Ian couldn't help frowning.

The more heavy the confrontation is, the longer the contact time, the deeper the overlap of the spiritual worlds of the two sides. After the three arrows were dissolved, Ian almost suspected that the three ghosts of the other party had used the air currents from the scythe to shoot down the arrows. Because he can't feel the collision of the spiritual world at all.

There are only two possibilities, one is that the other party seems to be wielding a scythe, but in fact it is using the air flow to shock Frynn's arrows;

The other possibility is more realistic: the opponent's control of the spirit has been perfected, and it only takes great speed to knock the arrow away the moment it gets close. However, this possibility is even more reluctant for Ian to accept. This means that the opponent may far surpass him in terms of combat skills and actual combat experience.

"I'll leave these skeleton warriors to you, okay?" Ian was a question, but Ian's eyes were covered in blue light, and he knew he didn't have the strength to deal with the other enemies.

Ian gripped his sword and slowly walked towards the "Grim Reaper" who approached them. His steps grew faster and faster until he was at full speed. His sword had been sheathed at some point, and his posture looked faintly similar to Valrhona's rushing sword moves.

While running, Zach and Andrew's spirits manifested behind him, and as soon as they appeared, they immediately split into two paths, drawing two blue arcs and rushing towards the "Grim Reaper" in the form of a bag with Ian.

Ian's long sword was unsheathed, and with a "bell", almost at the same time, the three swords collided with the scythes of the three ghosts that appeared next to the "Grim Reaper" out of thin air. After a moment of froze, Ian looked at the other party's face, only to see a pair of skeletal visor, completely covering his entire face.

In an instant, as if in line with Ian's actions, the spirits disappeared in unison. With one missed blow, Ian and the spirit immediately withdrew their swords and re-attacked. The three swords are either slashed or slashed or stabbed, looking for flaws from the top, middle and bottom - the "Grim Reaper" is just standing on the ground, looking full of flaws.

However, no matter how tricky Ian and the spirits attacked, they would be just right for the wraith's scythe.

The blue and white sword light became faster and faster, gradually enveloping the "Grim Reaper".

Near the wagon, Sherman and Zandar keep an eye on the battle at Ian as they deal with the Dry Bone Warriors. Sherman breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ian trapping the other party to death. He is good at stealth and disguise, but he is not a master of swordsmanship, and on the surface, he only thinks that Ian has the upper hand, but he doesn't know that Ian himself is more and more frightened.

With each of his swords, whether it was the steel sword in his hand or the spirit weapons of Zack and Andrew, and no matter what rhythm he urged the spirits to attack with him, he would always encounter a wraith with a scythe in hand, waiting impartially to parry his sword.

Each attack was defused so crisply and accurately that he even had a sense of foreknowledge.

Eventually, Ian decided to give up and quickly retreated a few steps with a slash of his sword, while Zach and Andrew retreated to their respective positions.

"Huh?" the man in the black armor was still strolling leisurely, his right hand still resting loosely on the long handle of the giant scythe without moving half a minute, "this is tired?"

Ian was on guard, gasping softly, trying to adjust his breathing. He felt that there was already some sweat on his back and forehead, and he was really physically and mentally exhausted to use the "Spirit Flash" to control two spirits at the same time to fight at such a high speed and high frequency, and it was also without the help of demonic equipment such as the corpse carp cloak.

"Full of confidence, full of sharpness, and found a gap in strength after the fight...... After a long time, I became more and more anxious, frightened, and even scared, so afraid that I wanted to flee from here. The "Grim Reaper" in black armor said with a smirk, "You have died at least thirty or fifty people at my hands." ”

His voice came out muffled through the skull armor, and only his eyes shone through the hollow eye sockets on the skull armor because of the glow of his imagination.

Ian tried to hand the sword to his left hand and wipe the sweat from his right palm. But he didn't dare.

Now, he knew he was scared. Although he was scared when he fought the Manticore, it was different from this time. When it comes to manticores, it's an instinctive fear. But that kind of fear in the face of powerful magical beasts can also make people's blood boil, and from fear find anger, excitement and strong fighting spirit, just like the hunter's hunting instinct.

This time it was different, he only felt a chill and a sense of oppression that pierced his spine. He didn't believe in the twelve, and he wouldn't believe that the god of death, who wasn't among the twelve, would stand in front of him and fight him with a scythe. What he fears is that the other party is a living person like him, but he has the strength to make him at a loss.

The Grim Reaper's surplus is not a pretense or a bluff, and Ian himself knows this best. The difference in strength was immediately apparent once they clashed, but thinking of this, Ian knew that his momentum had weakened.

"I'm here for you, but your companions are too many and troublesome. The "Grim Reaper" looked around and his gaze fell on Lady Marianne's car. At this moment, the alert Sherman repelled a skeleton warrior, cut the rope that tied the horse to the tree with a sword, and then jerked over and jumped into the carriage, whipping the already restless horse hard. The carriage carrying Lady Marianne sprang up to the neighing of the horses.

Zandar was stunned, his comrades-in-arms who were still with him back to defend against the enemy just now actually fled without even saying hello.

"Well, that's probably his best bet. The lizardman prince watched as the carriage vanished away into the distance, ignoring Lady Marianne's curses, trying to appease his disappointment with reason.

"Well, wise choice. The "Grim Reaper" seemed to smile behind his visor, "Still, he can't escape." ”

He slowly stretched out his left hand in the direction of the carriage's escape. Just before he could do anything, a hoarse voice almost broke, "Hey, you little bastard of a prostitute! Can you make out your father from the laborers and sailors in the tavern?"

Death's hand stopped in mid-air, and he followed the sound—everyone watched, and Mister poked his head out from the back of his carriage, and at some point took off his mask. Probably because of excitement and nervousness, his face turned red.

"Are you talking to me?" the "Grim Reaper's" voice was cold, and no emotion could be heard.

"Right...... Yes, it's you, you ugly thing with no face!" Mister replied humbly, then loudly.

Neither Ian nor Zandar could have imagined that Mister would attract the attention of the enemy in order to cover Lady Marianne's escape.

"Damn, say something useful, Mister!" Zandar whispered.

"Courage is commendable...... "Death" whispered, "then ......" I saw him take the scythe off his shoulder, clench it with both hands, and let the blade of the scythe drag to the ground. He took a slight step forward, his waist sinking.

"Mister—" Ian reminded in a warning tone, sensing that something wasn't right.

"The Sun God will burn your soul with the hottest flames and send his apostles to punish you for your sins!" Mist cursed, borrowing an allusion from the myth of the Sun God, "and the flames of his wrath will burn all over your skin until you are burned to a charred body, and there will be no escape from the torment of pain!"

Both Ian and Zandar understood that Mister's words were a curse, but no one knew which would work.

Sure enough, there was no nameless fire that burned the body and soul of the "Grim Reaper". Ian heard the other party sneer through the skull visor: "It turns out that you are still a missionary of the Holy See, but I don't believe in the twelve gods. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the "Grim Reaper" suddenly and hurriedly jumped towards his right hand, as if he was dodging something. Immediately after, before everyone could react, a fireball slammed into the original position of the "Grim Reaper".

No, it wasn't a fireball, it was a non-human creature covered in flames. Every inch of its skin burned, engulfed in flames, and even its hair was molded by flames. It stood up and looked at the "Grim Reaper".

"Apostle of the Sun God...... "Zandar muttered," ...... Mister, I won't be surprised if you do anything more......"

"Ho ......" "Death" let out a soft exclamation, as if a little surprised, "Interesting." ”

Seeing that the other party did not feel frightened or flinched, Mister was a little flustered, and he shouted again, "...... Thunder, the god of thunder Jabak ......" Before he could finish his sentence, the "Grim Reaper" had already jumped towards him with a scythe. The more nervous he became, the more speechless he became.

The long-handled scythe slashed a dark purple arc in front of Mister, and almost simultaneously there was a crisp cracking sound of metal. Zandar's pupils shrank into a thin line with nervousness, and he saw Ian pounce on Mister, the sword he handed out being sliced off by the scythe. A streak of blood flew up with Ian and Mister's bodies.

Zandar's warhammer whirled from behind the Grim Reaper, and he was struck hard by Ian and Mister's flying bodies.

As expected, with a "bell", his war hammer was easily knocked away by the ghost guarding the "Grim Reaper". But the sound of a heavy chant piercing the earth was heard, and Zandar's left hand was sealed, and a blood-red glimmer flickered before his eyes.

He lifted the slap of reason.