Trenches north of the city of Verona, to the east.

Agrippina looked into the distance in silence. Beside her, Appilius and the ferryman emerged from the void in a boat.

"You're late." Agrippina said.

"The water level of the River Styx has dropped by a third." Apperius replied, "Thanks to your little apprentice, the concept of death is now entrenched around her, and even the entire underworld has been affected to a certain extent. ”

"I can't imagine that in this world, there are really people who can hold the supreme authority of death." The ferryman was also surprised, "How do you say that?" 'To understand death, you must first experience death'. ”

"It is inconceivable that the power of death could never have been held by the living, and yet it is inconceivable that this law has been broken by a human being."

"She's been dead." Agrippina was silent for a moment, then said, "She was once killed by a Bloodline Transcendent, and as a result, the tainted Bloodline characteristics entered her body, and finally successfully resurrected her. ”

"That can't be. In fact, no property can be applied to a dead person. The ferryman sneered, "After death, the spirit will dissociate from the living body, and the transcendent characteristics cannot be established in the spiritual connection, so it is naturally impossible to be digested by the living body." ”

"If I'm guessing correctly, it's not a resurrection in the strict sense of the word." "The medical definition of death is the irreversible cessation of the functioning of brain cells. ”

"According to Her Excellency Belladonna Flower, perhaps for some reason, her spirit did not separate from the living form after her brain death, causing her flesh and blood to contaminate her body, and the self-healing ability brought about restored her brain function."

"So, a super lucky little human girl?" The ferryman sneered, "At the moment of touching death, you happened to be forcibly pulled back to the world?" ”

"Perhaps. Along this route, perhaps we can repeat her experience and explore a credible solution that can 'live' touch death. Appilios said, his gaze rolling silently, "Of course, before we can do that, we need a transcendent with the 'flesh' sequence to participate in our corresponding experiments. ”

"Your Excellency the Flower of Belladonna, knowing and ultimately mastering death has been the highest goal of our Spirit Order since its earliest days. So, I wonder if you would like to accept the protection of the Spirit Order and cooperate with us in our experiments? ”

"Okay." Agrippina didn't hesitate, after all, she was still being hunted down by the Pure-Blood Hermitage, and the protection of the Transcendent Sect would allow her to avoid a lot of trouble.

Not to mention the fact that Appilius, a demigod and the maternal grandfather of her apprentice's best friend, had at least one layer of connection in it—better than working with a stranger who was completely unknown.

The ferryman propped up the boat and let the two demigods aboard the boat. Then He propped up the boat, and the boat slid into the empty River Styx.

The moment he left the main plane, he suddenly raised his head, and his translucent eyes under the hood of his black robe looked into the sky above the city of Verona.

An unmanned reconnaissance plane from the Holy See was hovering in the night sky, its body obscured by electronic camouflage, making it appear as if it was completely integrated with the night.

Inside the city of Verona, a fierce shootout continues.

Countless bullets shot out of the muzzles of the Templars' guns, and they flew swiftly towards the terrifying Bloodmaiden.

The latter was holding the corpse of a young man, moving like a ghost at a speed that was almost impossible to lock.

Punic tactics, known for their unpredictable and tricky moves. Now that Peggy has perfected this tactic, the man who taught her is no longer there.

"Wait for me, Asker......" Peggy muttered as she hugged Asker's body in the almost unstoppable wind.

“…… I'll bring you back. ”

She leaped high from the rooftop, a dense network of spider mines had gathered to her foothold in advance, red photoreceptors flashing, ready to perform a violent collective detonation.

However, before Peggy could fall completely, the spider thunder began to rust, decay, age, and deform rapidly, turning into complete scrap metal.

"Damn it!" The Templars quickly panicked, "Why didn't the anti-magic magnetic field in the city work against her?" ”

"Keep your distance from her! If you get too close to her, you'll die a strange and sudden death! ”

"Request for support! I repeat it, and I would like support! ”

Peggy made her way through the scrap metal and once again rushed into the crowd that couldn't dodge.

Life Drain.

Life deprivation.

Hordes of Death Tadpoles, hovering in a wide area of space invisible to the Templars, "terminated" the effect of the anti-magic magnetic field.

Energy is required to maintain the existence of the anti-magic magnetic field, and once the energy supply is insufficient, the magnetic field will inevitably die.

And in this world, anything that cannot avoid "dying" can be "killed" in advance by the law of death.

Even if it's an anti-magic magnetic field.

This is the terrifying power of the four super-superior laws, known as the strongest death law.

“…… It's not enough. After draining the surrounding Templars, Peggy repeatedly shifted her direction in a lightning-fast manner, avoiding all the whistling bullets and grenades while searching for the next group of life-draining targets.

“…… More life force is needed......"

In her arms, Asker's corpse grew more and more ruddy, like a puppet about to take on life.

………………

So what the hell is this! Aske couldn't help but complain.

The bottom of the ocean of the subconscious, more precisely, is where the dying consciousness of man after death exists.

Asker felt like he was suspended in an ever-changing world, surrounded by memories of the dead, squeezing his consciousness like the pressure of the deep sea.

In the case of the true deceased, in the process of death, the spirit will be the first to be thrown away, followed by the decomposition of the mind body.

Yet the purified concept of war surrounds Asker, the broken swords and banners, the torn armor, the mutilated corpses of the dead...... The embodied concept of war, which exists in all its forms, is protecting him from being squeezed and disintegrated by the ocean of the subconscious.

At the same time, under tremendous pressure from all sides, these concepts of war were gradually being instilled into his consciousness.

If, under normal circumstances, he has fully absorbed these concepts of war, he will naturally rise to the ground and return to the main plane to complete the resurrection.

However, the situation at this time seemed to be wrong, because countless tadpoles were surrounding him, trying to "support" him upwards.

Wait, there are tadpoles here? What the heck!

You must know that the subconscious ocean is a plane composed of spirits, and the more it is biased towards the entity, the more it rises, and the more it is biased towards the spirit, the more it sinks.

As a result, the vast majority of otherworldly beings float in the upper layers of this ocean.

And the lower layer is almost all invisible memories, thoughts, knowledge, etc., even if a creature wants to forcibly dive down, it will be forcibly lifted up by buoyancy. This is the law of this plane, and there is no scientific reason to explain it.

So are these tadpoles transcendent creatures?

Asker's gaze swept over the tadpoles. Although he was only a mass of bodyless consciousness at this time, he still had the ability to "observe".

He realized that these tadpoles were indeed not living creatures, and although they could swim, they did not have obvious muscle structure, nor did they have a mouth to eat or excrete.

Countless tadpoles stayed below, trying to prop him up. It's just that the concept of war he absorbed is not enough, and now he is only in the stage of residual consciousness, so he is so "heavy" that he can't float at all.

The tadpoles were still bracing his consciousness in vain.

Asker wanted to tell you not to waste any more of your efforts, and then he remembered that he didn't have a mouth at all.

“…… She wants you to go back. Although there was no sound, the tadpoles seemed to "hear" his heart, and a faint voice sounded.

The voice was as thin as a gnat, erratic, but it gave a certain sense of mystery and fear.

Asker forcibly suppressed the fears that arose for no reason, and tried to communicate with them:

“…… Who is she? ”

“…… It's the master. The tadpoles replied to his question.

“…… Who are your masters? ”

“…… She is the ruler of high entropy, the ruler of low power, the end of time, the end of everything. Fluctuations will inevitably be restricted, and there will be none. The tadpoles chanted in unison.

Asker: ..................

What are these tadpoles talking about? I don't understand it, but it looks like a middle two?

"And you, you ......" the tadpoles' voices gradually faded and were replaced by more majestic songs. These sounds were not made by tadpoles, but from the flags, weapons, armor, and corpses around him:

"You are the source of conflict, the embodiment of chaos, the variable of correction, the divergence of all things. One of the two will survive, and one will die. ”

"I know the answer to this riddle." Asker said in a deep voice, "It's war, isn't it?" ”

The conceptual laws of war did not answer, but continued to swell into his body like moths to a fire.