Gerald walked down the street, slowly pulling the scythe in his hand.

The scythe mopped the floor, and bits of blood flowed from the handle of the knife that touched the ground.

Lines are drawn, and there are straight blood marks.

At 12:30 a.m.

Drawn.

Gerald put away his scythe and levitated in midair.

Open the Book of Evil Spirits in your hand.

"I, Ghost Knife Survivor Silva."

"Calling you tonight, my lord, Death!"

"I will sacrifice to you in the name of a city in exchange for your ..... my Lord's coming..."

Gerard sang, and the red lights lit up one after another with Gerald's aria.

At first, there was only a circle outside the city walls, then thousands of blood streaks mixed with the streets, and finally all the light condensed into one, and the stars formed a huge blood-colored magic array.

In the center of the magic array, the city lord's mansion was officially defenseless, singing and dancing.

"The night is about to be eternal."

"Blood never withers."

"Death is life."

"Come! My Lord! ”

Gerald's voice was raised, and the blood of the evil spirit book in his hand exploded.

If there was nothing, the sound of bones colliding, the screams of dead bodies, rang out from the distant mines.

The phantom descended from the sky, holding two blood-colored and black evil spirit books.

Dressed in a tattered gray-black hood, without feet and flesh.

In the hollow skull, two pinches of soul flame burned.

Death has come.

"My devotees, wake up!"

Grinning, Death smiled and opened his hands wide, summoning his own followers.

"Click"

"Roar.."

"Click"

"Roar.."

The sound of skeletons climbing and dead corpses unearthing sounded, and from all directions, tens of thousands of evil spirit skeletons and rotten zombies that suddenly appeared rushed to Shining Gold Town.

Blood rose and reddened the city.

The civilians who were sleeping peacefully, and the city lord's mansion, who were singing and dancing, were all shocked.

But it's too late.

The slaughter has begun, and the sacrifice has been made.

Frightened, screams resounded across the city from the first rancid zombie rushing into Shining Gold.

Figures fleeing in panic are scurrying like headless flies.

The inhabitants who prayed to escape from the heavens were only flocked from all sides, tearing apart and devouring their evil spirits.

The blood flowed to the ground, gathering in a mass and slowly rising, merging into the body of the Grim Reaper.

The empty ankle gradually became an illusion in the nourishment of blood.

Gerald looked at the scene in front of him and smiled.

The sound of a tinkling reward ringing in his ears made Gerrard, or Gerard, whose real name was Silva, feel very happy.

After years of incubation, it's finally done.

Death has finally descended on this plane.

As long as this Shining Gold Town is slaughtered, then he who has completed the ultimate task of the system will definitely be able to live forever.

"Come on! System, grant me eternal life! ”

Gerald hovered in front of the Grim Reaper, watching the blood flow into the Shining Gold Town, and the condensed blood continued to flow into the Grim Reaper's body, screaming excitedly.

He is about to live forever!

The system is going to make him immortal!

"My minions!"

"And I will give thee eternal life!"

Gerald shouted, and the Grim Reaper, hovering in front of him, suddenly opened his mouth and laughed.

In the meatless mouth, the Grim Reaper spoke, and Gerald couldn't hear it clearly, and slowly approached.

"Poof!"

A knife slashed through.

Gerald is dead.

Died in front of the Grim Reaper he had summoned.

A flash of light flew out of Gerald's corpse, which had fallen to the ground, and sank into the body of the Grim Reaper.

Feeling the soul returning to oneness, the Grim Reaper laughed again.

"Come on! Ignorant mortals! ”

"This god war! After all, I entered first! ”

Death raised his hands aloft.

Scarlet scythe, black evil spirit book.

Tattered gray robes, oozing white bones.

Roaring and singing, blood flowing.

Death is pleasant.

This foolish believer sacrificed a very vibrant city.

It was late at night.

The color of blood is bright.

The moonlight was gradually stained with blood, and it became a blood moon.

Rancid zombies, devouring fresh life.

A skeletal evil spirit slaughtering terrified creatures.

Blood, fear, death.

The city that no one can save is about to sink.

Holy Mountain, Holy See.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

...

The "Sacred Sound", located on the highest part of the Holy Mountain, sounded twelve times in a row tonight.

Three Divine Day Celebrations, Six Sons' Baptisms, and Nine New Popes.

Twelve tones.

Continental scourge.

The Holy Mountain was in chaos, after hearing twelve "sacred sounds".

Countless priests and nuns are in a mess.

The ascetic monks and the hermit knights each rushed out from a corner of the sacred mountain and gathered in the highest hall of the holy mountain.

"The Temple of God."

The Pope was now seated, waiting for the twelve cardinal archbishops to be seated.

"Wow."

"Wow."

…

The sound of ultra-remote portals sounded, and the cardinal archbishops stationed in various places returned to their respective positions.

Majestic and solemn, singing and singing.

When all the bishops were in place, an aria of the Holy Word came from the temple.

The divine light suddenly appeared, shining from the sacred hall, reflecting the entire holy mountain.

"God-given."

A great prayer rang out, and the Holy Mountain shook violently, and a page of a book fell from the sky and fell straight down to the temple of God.

"Prophecy Pages."

The Pope looked at the pages of God-given prophecy suspended in front of him, and did not rush to reach out.

Closing his eyes, the Pope prayed silently with a group of cardinal archbishops.

The prayer was not long, but it was very religious.

Looking around, the Pope sat in a high position and reached out to remove the pages of the prophecy.

"God-given continent."

"The western part of the Alec Empire, the province of Lordos."

"Shining Gold."

"Twelve thirty o'clock in the morning."

"Death, come."

The Pope read the pages slowly, sentence by sentence.

When it came time to read about the coming of death, all the bishops in the audience were in an uproar.

"Death!"

"Advent?!"

The noise spread all the way from the sacred temple and spread throughout the holy mountain in an instant.

For a moment, people were panicked.

"Silence!"

The Pope shouted at this time, and the Holy Word was majestic, and he stopped his panic.

"Assemble the Grand Knight of the Holy Knights and above."

"Assemble the priests of the Priesthood of the Word and above."

"All the bishops."

"Come with me!"

Popal majesty, sonic boom holy mountain.

In a word, the holy mountain walked as it should.

But at this moment, another divine light appeared.

"Prophecy pages?"

Looking at the pages of the prophecy that suddenly fell from the sky, the Pope was puzzled, but he was not in a hurry.

Still after a period of prayer, the Pope reached out and removed the page.

"God-given continent."

"The western part of the Alec Empire, the province of Lordos."

"Shining Gold."

"Twelve thirty-five midnight."

"Death, death."

Again, the Pope read out the words of the prophetic page, word for word.

The words are clear, like an aria.

But in the ears of all the bishops present, they did not know what to say.

How so?

How could it be that death came five minutes ago, and death was ....... five minutes later? and died???