The dead reality is easily distorted, but it is just a breath away, and the environment around Beckett and Hela has changed abruptly.

The cold blood moon hung high in the sky, and the skeletons of the dead creaked beneath their feet, an environment that was extremely unfamiliar to the two of them.

"Woz?"

Beckett looked around, he had lost contact with Woz. Not only Woz, the other, Zeta Swiss soldiers, or even the dark elves, he didn't see any of them.

Where, where the bright silver boots passed, several skeletons turned into flying ashes, and Beckett, who did not feel the danger at all, frowned, and looked up at the blood-colored crescent moon in the sky.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, Beckett heard the sound of breaking wind behind him. Without dodging or dodging, he allowed a skeleton to wake up from death and slammed a fist into the silver armor on his back.

The fragile skeleton could not withstand the shock of the silver armor, and it shattered to the ground in an instant.

“？”

Beckett and Hela looked at each other, and they could see the confusion in each other's eyes.

Dealing with another skeleton that stood up in shock, Beckett smelled something was wrong. The number of skeletons respawned has gradually increased over time, and the power of the attack has increased.

"This is the so-called world of the dead?"

"What are you kidding, I don't even perceive the divinity of death, how can this be the world of the dead." As the owner of the divinity of death, Hela would never admit that this place where there was no divinity of death at all belonged to the world of the dead.

A despicable imitator who sells dog meat on the head of a sheep.

"Smack, smack, smack............"

Scattered applause rang out from all directions, and three figures gradually appeared in the sky under the blood moon.

Ola with purple eyes, Velrouz with square face, and your, or Cotian, with blood stained on his body.

"She is worthy of being the daughter of Odin who has awakened the divinity of death."

Among the three, the square-faced Verruz led with his hands behind his back, and his low and hoarse voice was full of appreciation.

"Introduce myself, my name is Verruz, the head of the Twelve Cursed Warriors under the command of the Dark Elf King."

"Not interested."

Beckett pursed his lips and raised his hand towards Verruz in the air, and the surging light from his fingertips instantly pierced Verruz's body!

"Very strong, but not enough."

Verruz, who should have been pierced through his heart, glanced down at his bleeding chest, and a strange smile appeared on Cube's face.

"Your power has been seen through by the king."

Purple flowers emerged from the skeleton beneath Beckett's feet, clustered into a sea, and countless white bones began to spin and merge under the harmony of Verruz's blood......

A bitter hurricane blew Beckett's black hair, and the white-boned dragon that covered the sky gradually took shape, roaring in the sky under the blood-colored crescent!

This is a dragon that is so pure that it only has a skeleton.

"This is the young body of the god of death that all of us in Watt Alheim have evolved. Now you can take a look at it, is there a death divinity on its body? ”

Hela's face was ugly.

Because she really smelled the breath of death in this bone dragon, the breath of the same origin as herself.

"Hey, how much nutrient solution do you have on you?"

Hela opened her mouth to ask Beckett beside her, but found that the latter was not listening to her at all, her eyes were locked on the bone dragon, and her eyes were full of excitement.

"Hey, Beckett!"

Rumble!

The silver streamer was fleeting, and the two fists that gathered strength slammed straight into the bone dragon of the corpse of the dead!

In the middle of the flow of brilliance, the bone dragon that had just formed fell to the ground in an instant!

"What?"

Verruz swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

It's not right.

In the information provided by the Frost Giant King Laufey, Beckett is not so strong.

"Hey, this fragile guy is your god of death?" It was just Beckett, who knocked down the bone dragon with one punch, frowned, and the strength of this bone dragon was different from what he perceived.

"What a weak god."

With his feet on the bones dragon's still dying thighs, Beckett looked up.

"You ...... guy"

Floating in the air, Verruz squinted his eyes and said, "Ola." ”

"Understood."

The real purple dream flower emerged from Ora's hand, and the rhizome was rudely submerged into your, who was still treating his injuries!

"You guys?!"

Ur glanced down at the flower that had sunk into his heart, the imprint of the petals of the dream flower on his arms became more and more shining, and the expression on his face was six points of consternation, three points of anger, and one point of puzzlement.

"Everything is for the future of our people."

Aura watched coldly as the Dream Flower devoured all of your's life force, and with one move, your's corpse had been sent to the darkest depths of the world of the dead.

At the cost of abandoning your and sending your corpse to the World of the Dead Necropolis, summon the legendary god of death of the Dark Elves of Vat Alheim!

The ground trembled beneath Beckett's feet, and the bone dragon, which had been dying under his punch, was instantly enveloped in a rich infinity stone isotope, and immediately surged towards Verruz and Ora under the blood moon.

"I am the legendary god of death and battle among the dark elves!"

Roaring and roaring, the body gradually changed as the body absorbed this death divinity and the Infinity Stone isotope.

The body was covered in a special black metal, and the sharp claws replaced the arms of the dark elves, shimmering with a sharp cold light. The shield engraved with the arcane pattern on the back split the two sides, and the scarlet eyes stood out under the black and gold dragon-shaped metal head armor.

"Death, and the god of battle?"

Standing on the earth, Beckett's eyes, who had witnessed the changes in Verruz, lit up with excitement.

Bang!

Two figures staggered under the blood moon!

The sharp claws shattered the silver armor on Beckett's body, and the sharp whip legs swept Verruz into the ground!

"Impossible!"

When the smoke cleared, Verruz raised his eyes to look at the figure in the air, his voice full of disbelief.

Now he has the power of the god of death and battle in the folklore of the dark elves, why is this man's strength still ......

Unless......

No!

No, it won't!

This is the method that the king himself taught him, and there can be no mistake.

Absolutely, there can be no mistake.

"I am God!!"

Roaring, vaguely guessing something, Verruz raised his hands above his head, and countless gray energy currents from the world of the dead converged in his palms!

"And God said, Thou shalt surely die!"

Watt Alheim Energy Cannon!

"God?" Beckett, who was floating under the blood moon, shattered the silver armor that had been scratched on his body, and the cold wind blew the black combat uniform on his body, the corners of his mouth rose, and the energy in his hands gathered:

"Even if it's a god, I'll kill you."

The silvery pillar of energy collided with the watt Alheim energy cannon, and brilliant sparks burst out, almost blinding Hela's eyes......