The black gas slowly condensed in the air, and after a while, a shape appeared.

A scythe.

...

In the dark, through the crystal ball, little Lori saw the black gas coming out of the shadow knight's body, and frowned, as if she sensed that something was wrong.

Then, when the black gas condensed into the shape of a sickle, little Lori couldn't sit still anymore, and knelt on the coffin board at the position of the black sickle, and kept saying: "See Lord Death, see Lord Death!" ”

Little Lori's body trembled constantly, agreeing with the horror from the depths of her soul.

The only person in the world who can make her afraid of this is the owner of the black scythe.

...

Seeing this black scythe, Oxygen Lemon and Nie Fan's ears "boomed" at the same time, and it was the sound of the soul exploding.

In front of this scythe, the two of them seemed to have nothing to hide, and the tremors in the depths of their souls locked them firmly in place, unable to move, or even breathe.

Slowly, above the black scythe, the black qi condensed into a pair of eyes that were also black, staring at the oxygen lemon and the others standing below, without speaking.

But just from the eyes of the eyes, Oxygen Lemon and Nie Fan read a lot of things.

"Apathy."

"Kill."

"Fear."

"Death."

They've never seen such eyes since they've entered the game, and they've never felt fear from the depths of their souls.

They would rather fight an enemy like Knoros a hundred times than face such a pair of eyes.

Not only Oxygen Lemon and Nie Fan, but even the Yin Soul Soldiers who were fanning the wind on the side also lay on the ground one by one, trembling.

Time just stopped.

Those eyes were still staring at Oxygen Lemon and Nie Fan, but they didn't make any movement.

"Nie Fan, what is he going to do?"

"I don't know..."

At this moment, the owner of those eyes moved.

I saw that the black scythe was slowly raised, and it happened to come to the top of the head of the oxygen lemon.

Oxygen Lemon raised her head with difficulty, just in time to see the tip of the scythe, and placed it firmly above her eyebrows, as if as soon as she let go, the scythe would fall down accurately, piercing her forehead and splitting in half.

Even Nie Fan, who was hiding in the sword, seemed to see such a scythe, the same position, the same deterrent.

"Whew~"

"Whew~"

"Whew~"

In the quiet hall, only the breath of oxygen lemons remained. Even being able to breathe is thanks to the gift of God. As for talking, it can only be utopian.

And just like that, another ten seconds passed.

Although it was only a simple ten seconds, Oxygen Lemon and Nie Fan seemed to have passed nearly ten years. At the end of life, every second feels like a year.

It's like a cat that likes to play with and torture a mouse after it catches it. After the scythe was placed on the top of Oxygen Lemon's head, there was no follow-up, which couldn't help but remind Nie Fan of the "Sword of Damocles." ”

You never know when this "sword of Damocles" will fall. If not, you're lucky. But if it falls, the only result is death.

And this waiting process is the most difficult.

Finally, after countless brushes with death, the scythe fell.

The sharp tip of the scythe flashed with a strange light, falling straight down, and getting closer and closer to the center of the oxygen lemon's eyebrows.

10 meters.

9 meters.

8 meters.

Oxygen Lemon can neither open the backpack nor wield Nie Fan, which means that all her hole cards have been invalidated.

At this time, if you don't ask for a miracle to come, then there is only one way, and that is:

Wait for death.

Oxygen Lemon closed his eyes and waited silently for death to come.

2 meters.

1 meter.

Did a miracle happen?

Not really.

The scythe stabbed straight into the middle of Oxygen Lemon's eyebrows, the tip of the knife sinking into her forehead, and then stopped moving.

In the end, nothing miracles happened.

The blood bar of the oxygen lemon also changed from full blood to blank.

Kill with one hit.

As the blood bar missed, the oxygen lemon fell to the ground, and its pupils were dilated, and there was no longer life.

The eyes above the scythe were still so cold and ruthless, as if they had just crushed a weak and insignificant little worm.

...

Little Lori in the dark saw the scene of death harvesting oxygen lemons through the crystal ball.

"Dead... Is the Oracle really dead? ”

Little Lori couldn't believe this scene. The long-lost Grim Reaper suddenly appeared, killed the prophesied savior, the Oracle One, and then left?

It's such a trivial thing, and Lord Death took action himself?

"Lord Death, why are you doing this? I really don't understand..."

Before Little Lori finished speaking, she felt a trace of warmth on the top of her head. When I looked up, I saw nothing. The only thing I could see was those eyes.

"Death... My lord..."

"Our mission has begun..."

"Yes, Lord Death."

...

In the palace of the city lord of Heavenly Fantasy City, Yan Feiyun's face became worse and worse. Few people in the continent know what the root cause of his real injury is.

The battle against the demons?

Everyone in the world says so, but if he was just a demon, he would not have fallen into such a situation.

The real reason is the man with the scythe and the indifferent eyes.

Just seeing this man, Yan Feiyun lost all his fighting spirit. Because from the depths of his soul came a thought: "I am not this man's opponent at all." ”

"Yan Feiyun, your mission has begun."

This sentence had just entered Yan Feiyun's ears, and what followed it was the man's scythe.

With a "stab", the scythe pierced through all of his armor and stabbed him directly into the heart.

The number one master of the human race, who was once famous all over the world, disappeared and lost all his former strength. With it, there is also the glory of the past.

"Task? What task? ”

Before falling unconscious, he asked the man in black one last question. However, the man in black did not answer him, or perhaps he was not worthy of the man in black to answer the question at all.

When he woke up again, he was already lying at home, surrounded only by his old servant, who had been with him for many years. As for the mad knives, they are still fighting ahead.

He tried to operate his strength, but he couldn't even play a tenth of what he used to do, and he couldn't play any role on the battlefield.

It is precisely because of this that he became a "waste man", who voluntarily invited Ying to come to Heavenly Fantasy City. Maybe he still remembered Yan Feiyun's credit, the emperor made him the city lord of Heavenly Fantasy City.

After coming to Heavenly Fantasy City, Yan Feiyun took out a note from his pocket.

It was a note written to himself by the man in black.