The realm of the dead shook slightly, unlike the movement of the previous battle, it was not violent.

The canopy was still gloomy, and the underworld was still gray, but it felt like the world had become clear and bright, and everything was much clearer.

The glacier had already dissolved, and the gods of death gathered under the Bone Mountain, and at that moment they all turned around and knelt down towards the Bone Mountain, roaring in unison. The soul fire converges in a circle, like a landmark.

The Bone Mountain continued to rise in the roar, bringing up one craggy mountain peak after another. Each mountain peak is made up of monstrous bones that are so terrifying that they numb the hearts of mortals, from ordinary humans, to those with three eyes, from those with sheep's heads and horns, to those with horns, and to dragons of all kinds.

The gray smoke dispersed like a cloud of mist, covering the skeletal peak forest that seemed to pierce the heavenly dome. Something stirred up the clouds and spiraled down from the top of the mountain.

"No...... Richie ......"

Theresia floated in the air, looking at the upheaval in front of her, muttering in astonishment and regret.

"Grim Reaper——!

The originally extremely tall knight king, at this time, was like an ordinary knight at the foot of the mountain, waving his spear on his prancing horse, and shouting in an unusually high-spirited voice: "Today you are dying——!"

The clouds and mist broke through, and a huge claw fell from the sky, sending the Knight King and his horse into the ground with a bang.

On top of the giant claws, two clouds of dark green light that were almost as big as the falling sun just now bloomed, reflecting a strange face, and a huge body like a snake body could be vaguely seen wrapped around the bone peak forest.

The narrow head that occupied a small half of the canopy poked out of the clouds, the horns and beards flew together, the clouds swallowed between the sharp teeth, the blue and black scales covered the body, and the reverse scales under the throat were stacked.

The long-bodied monster raised its claws and roared loudly at the Knight King embedded in the deep pit, like the chime of a thousand bells. The canopy of the realm of the dead and the underworld rippled at the same time, and it seemed that it was no longer real.

Theresia unfurls her shield, trying to stabilize the turbulence caused by this majestic force, and what she sees is jaw-dropping: "I, Eastetheth, ......"

On the bank of the River Styx, far away from the Divine Throne, the Lord of the Dead looked at the existence entrenched in the Skeleton Peak Forest from afar, and took a cool breath: "Easteth First Dragon!

He frowned: "With the ancestor's bloodline as a divine body, either his mortal experience is hollow and pale, and he can only carry the power of death with his bloodline, or his soul has not yet ......"

The behemoth, known as the "First Dragon of Eastethis", said in a majestic voice that made every underworld reverberate, "What kind of fool dares to disturb your master!?"

"It's you madman, I don't need you anymore!"

It opened its mouth and spat out a dark green flame that enveloped the Knight King.

"I don't need you anymore......"

Deep in the vortex, Richie's soul emitted the same thought.

The moment he sank into the vortex, Li Qi flashed the idea of being alert, and before he could react, his consciousness became trance.

He felt his soul explode, shattering into countless tiny particles and rapidly expanding outward. There was only a faint glimmer of room left for him, allowing him to watch his changes like a spectator.

The power of the cold and deep silence erupted from each particle, interconnected, criss-crossed, and solidified outside the "other" into countless nodes weaving, as magnificent as the sea of stars.

Every bit of turquoise starlight poured into the vast amount of information, rushing and tearing at the last vestige of his soul.

At the same time, he saw countless deaths, saw the end of life, the moment when the spirits were separated, and heard the painful howls of thousands of souls at the moment when they became dead souls.

Humans, half-elves, dwarves, orcs, halflings and even dragons and sea spirits, all beings with souls have.

The main plane, the outer plane, the elemental plane, and even the Purgatory Abyss, except for the Heavenly Mountain and the gods of other gods, are found in all other places.

After these deaths, he also saw billions of phantoms that were deeper and more obscure. The layers stretch from near to far, endlessly. It is the shadow of death imprinted on every soul, and the clearer it is, the nearer death becomes.

Witnessing the death that is happening, foreseeing and recalling the death of a certain period of time, this is the power of death.

The power of death is not limited to this, he exerts the power of death on every life that ends, so that the heart no longer beats, the blood no longer flows, and the flesh gradually cools. Unless the power of death is counteracted with a strong enough force to reverse such a process.

He exerts the power of death on every newborn soul, causing them to sink into the realm of the dead, unless they remain for some reason.

As he focused on the realm of the dead, he could hear and feel the praise of each of them, and see the clear threads of death in their burning soul fires. Then it is automatically woven by his mind, gathering the power of omnipotence in this world.

The god of death has always held the priesthood of "death" and "the dead......

While feeling the power of the Grim Reaper, Li Qi finally understood why the gods no longer had mortal hearts.

His soul was dismantled into billions of tiny particles, carrying and mirroring the supreme power of death, forming the heart of the gods. Filled between these particles are endless information and violent vortices, operating in a sophisticated but inhuman way.

The little mortal will buried deep in this "heart of the gods" could feel that "he" was extremely angry with the Knight King, but that was just his instinctive reaction. When he tried to suppress this reaction and talk to the Knight King, the surging thoughts of "his" held it down.

"He" is measuring strength and weakness with the power of death, sorting out relationships, thinking about ways to deal with them with his mental patterns, and packing what he is going to do with his words and behavioral habits. Everything is based on defending the power of death, and the Knight King is not regarded as an equal object of communication.

"He" is the supreme administrator of the power of death, a part of the world that makes up it. Mortals are nothing more than slimes to "him...... No, amoeba-like primitive and weak existence. "He" came from him, but he was born to reject him, and the little mortal will that remained was as hateful as a tumor to "him".

Richie vaguely understood how Kem was affected by the mortal will of Kelastro, and even how difficult and precious it was for Little Red Riding Hood to keep the heart of a mortal.

Now he is like a baby or even a Wang Xingren who has been caught in the first machine for will synchronization, perhaps more appropriately than a paramecium.

From falling into the vortex to feeling the heart of the gods, this period of time seems to be extremely long, but in reality it is only in an instant.

When Richie's remaining consciousness was about to be completely torn apart, a soft and scorching torrent enveloped him, and then he sensed Little Red Riding Hood's angry thoughts that seemed to turn into substance: "Do you want to compare with me? Do you want to prove how high your death realm is? Come out to me, bastard!"

It's not my fault——!

Li Qi defended himself, as for breaking free from the heart of the gods, I am sorry that he can still stay awake is already thanks to Little Red Riding Hood, and he does not have that kind of strength at all.

Little Red Riding Hood also understood his current situation, and the tactile sensation that wrapped around him twitched, conveying a heavy feeling, and Li Qi didn't know what it was.

After that, a more fiery wave set off, and Little Red Riding Hood said intermittently: "I will take care of you when I go back, I swear! I will make your life worse than death! I must know how ...... I am. How powerful! How good it is for you...... Not satisfied!"

"Xiaohong, let me go, don't trap you too", Li Qi knew that he was finished, and said with a wry smile: "Rather than dragging my remaining soul out, you should think more about how to get along with Li Qi, the god of death." He may not be responsible, after all, His mental model is based on me. ”

He dutifully added: "Close to him, or even curry favor with him, maybe he will be on your side and become your loyal ally, after all, we have such a deep friendship, he has those memories." Of course, if you still take Him as mine, it will be dangerous......"

The familiar thunder exploded in the bottom of my heart, but it was very faint, just an itch. I don't know if Little Red Riding Hood was afraid of blowing up his soul, or if her influence on him was already very weak.

Little Red Riding Hood's thoughts were as ethereal as a voice from outside the sky: "Death Richie, you think so beautifully! You're not that material!"

At this time, the heart of the god of death also sensed it, and the torrent of the power of death suddenly dragged the little soul of Li Qi, and a thin, but tough silver-white thread penetrated the heart of the god and connected to the underworld.

The thread suddenly tightened, which was obviously the fundamental connection between Richie and Little Red Riding Hood in the depths of his soul.

Little Red Riding Hood screamed, and then roared like a lioness: "Even if you are the Grim Reaper, don't try to snatch him from me! he is mine! my ——!"

Little Red Riding Hood's rise made the heart of death suspicious and vigilant, and the two sides froze for a moment.

A gentle, rather magnetic voice sounded, "The First Dragon of Eastetheth...... Haven't you given up yet?"

Or the Knight King Roland, who had been sprayed to the size of a mortal by the Dragon Flame of the Grim Reaper, wrapped in a cloud of turquoise fireworks. I could vaguely see that it was a handsome man, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was a smile that looked down on everything, and he sighed, "It doesn't make sense except to increase the pain." Like you, Ellloon struggled for a long time. The Grim Reaper he became was a Titan, yes, the Titan who created elves, dwarves, and halflings, and the Titan bloodline from which he came from. ”

At this time, Roland seemed to be completely awake: "It's a pity that even the blood of the Titan only made him stay up for a while." This gave him some time to say hello to Camila and me, and to exchange a few words with us. ”

Of course, his tone was still cynical: "While we were talking about how the weather in the Realm of the Dead affects our waists and legs, he suddenly slapped us into the ground and asked us to kneel down and swear allegiance. ”

Rumble......

Death Richie raised his dragon claws and stomped Roland deep into the ground.

The power of the Grim Reaper suddenly increased, and the silver-white light filament was about to break, and Little Red Riding Hood let out a terrible cry: "Li Qi——!"

Bye......

Li Qi's consciousness was about to dissipate, but he sensed something and was stunned.

In the forest of the skeleton peak, a little clear light flickered, hitting the peak directly, and submerged into the dragon's body.

Countless fragments surrounded the remnants of Richie's soul, tearing at the filament of light that connected him to Little Red Riding Hood.

Looking at these fragments, Li Qi was incredulous, he was familiar with each fragment, and he had tasted the curtain memories condensed on them.

Alisa ......

Fragments flew around him, pieces of it were patched together, converging into a core that resembled the soul of the Invoker, each reflecting Richie's face, each with a different expression.

The faces of various expressions rippled like flowing water, covering the traces of stitching on each side, and in an instant, they became not the souls of the living people instead of those who prayed for the merger.

The light and shadow shrouded in the soul swayed, condensing a slender figure, with an ordinary face and a youthful aura, smiling faintly at Li Qi.

Sure enough, it's Alishan!