Shrouded in dark clouds and dimly lit around them, a group of Grim Reapers, standing silently on the top of the mountain, forming a strange Solomonic Seal.

Under the expressionless gaze of these "people", Charles stood at the top of the hill and looked down.

He didn't make any movements, but the sound of trivial murmurs continued to appear around him, and the strange voice seemed sneaky in the darkness, as if countless souls whispered faintly beside him.

And as he watched, the dead bodies in the valley that had already died came back to life one after another, got up, slowly shook their bodies, and gradually regained their former vitality.

At first, Charles only looked at it a little, but when he realized that he didn't need to be so "careful", he completely let go of his "hands and feet".

So the gaze swept over, and countless dead bodies crawled up on the ground one after another.

The murmuring of a group of ghosts echoed around him, echoing around the top of the hill one after another, and with the dim light around him, it sounded eerie.

The faces of the Grim Reapers, who could see the situation in the valley, gradually changed their faces because of this, and the yellow eyes that were trapped by them, although they could not see the scene under the mountain, gradually felt that the atmosphere around them was really strange.

In fact, when he noticed the change in the sky above him, the middle-aged demon's originally calm expression disintegrated.

"I think we should talk." He said to Charles, his eyes serious. But because of the special sealing traps around him, he couldn't move even a single step.

Charles ignored him.

Quietly feeling the countless corpses resuscitated by him below, as well as those dead who have not yet been revived, his own spirit seems to be under a gradually rising pressure, but in general, it is still within the scope of bearing.

Because of the spiritual growth, the darkness in the sky lasted much longer than it did at the beginning.

Charles felt that five minutes could still be done if he wanted to maintain it.

But he didn't wait for this time to arrive, and he took the initiative to revoke the Long Night Advent talent, because in just a few minutes, all the dead bodies below had been revived by him!

It's just fast.

As a result, the clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, the sun shone down, and the cold feeling around them gradually faded.

Looking blankly at the "resurrected" townspeople below, Tessa turned to look at him: "Charles, you ......"

Her face was full of disbelief.

In fact, not only him, but all the Grim Reapers, who had seen this huge battle, even those who had been expressionless, could no longer maintain a calm expression.

It's hard not to think of this kind of scene that reminds them of a certain "top boss" who has been sealed since the time of Noah's Ark.

Charles opened his mouth to respond, but his nose was hot, and he raised his hand to wipe it, but a stain of bright red blood appeared on his fingertips.

The warmth spread to his skin to the bottom of his heart, and the tingling pain in his mind silently reminded him. , resurrecting a large group of corpses, is obviously not an easy job.

"Overexerted?"

Muttering in hindsight, glancing at the zombies in the valley below that were beginning to go crazy, Charles turned his head to look at the female god of death: "If it becomes like this, you can solve it, right?" ”

"These are no longer in the normal world, and we can intervene, but it may take a long time to maintain the demon trap." Tessa subconsciously replied, and then heard the other party's next paragraph.

"Then please help me gather two pieces of paper, a pen, a brush, ten skulls, ten phalanges, ten blood, and ...... Forget it, that's all. ”

"What do you want all this for?" Before Tessa could respond, the black female Grim Reaper beside her couldn't help but ask.

These things don't sound like normal things, and as Grim Reapers, they are often associated with death, but they only follow normal death. For some kind of death-playing spell, these Grim Reapers' minds don't have a good impression.

"Fix him, of course."

Charles said as he looked at the besieged Yellow-Eyed Demon. The other party's face was a little cloudy at the moment, obviously worried about his own safety.

Hearing him say this, the surrounding Grim Reaper had no opinion. So after glancing at each other, the other gods of death flickered to the valley below.

Then, in a few moments, he had collected all the things he needed.

Relying on teleportation, the Grim Reaper is very fast.

A large amount of blood was contained in a painted iron bucket, and in the flax bag that the Grim Reaper had somehow obtained, ten blood-stained skulls were quietly placed with the matching phalanges.

After a few glances, Charles no longer hesitated, and under the amazed gaze of the Grim Reaper around him, he picked up a brush and stained the blood in the bucket, then crouched down and began to carve another magic circle around the yellow-eyed demon.

"Have you ever wondered what happens if you fail? Or, even if you succeed, what will happen to you? Think about it, interrupt the execution of the Apocalypse plan, demons, what will the angels do to you?"

"Charles, Charles, we can actually make friends, in fact, the strong should be friends with the strong......"

The other party tried to use words to alleviate the current crisis, but Charles basically ignored his words.

So under the constant verbal offensive of the Yellow-Eyed Demon, it didn't take long for a cumbersome magic array that had been smeared on the rubble of the grass on the top of the mountain to appear in the eyes of the surrounding Grim Reapers.

Throwing away the brush in his hand and getting up, Charles began to use the hand of the medium to pick up the skull and phalanges in the bag, and then placed them in all corners of the magic circle one after another.

"He seems to be communicating the ...... of death," Tessa whispered to the black female Grim Reaper.

"I also feel that this magic array is full of traces of death, but how is this possible?" The black female god of death stared at the magic array not far away, and said in a deep voice: "If you can really communicate with him, it can indeed kill Azazel."

"Do we really let Azazel be killed? Although it was very relieving, ......"

"Don't be influenced by the words of the devil, even if their words are true, they must be listened to as false, and listening to the words of the devil never leads to good results."

……

The whispered conversation between the two "people" vaguely came into his ears, and Charles didn't care about it.

He is not afraid of his own means or his "background" being exposed. In fact, after being discovered by the God of this world, he is already exposed, and the difference is a matter of how much is exposed.

If it were those American hunters here, he would probably still have taken care of the image or means, but he didn't need to face the Grim Reaper around him - what could be more acceptable to death than the Grim Reaper?

Despite their human appearance, these Grim Reapers' are not normal "people". In fact, their bodies are all smoky skeletons.

……

"Want to know how to get to the Treasure Chamber? Maybe I can consider telling you that the wealth of the rich country, the countless rare weapons from ancient times to the present, and all kinds of black magic spells, think about it......" The yellow-eyed demon also felt that the magic array under his feet was not simple, and he began to open his mouth to lure him.

Unfortunately, Charles didn't care about his words, but he didn't ignore him either—this ceremony was indispensable for the "cooperation" of the other party.

Ritual formations, skulls, secret texts...... After preparing everything, Charles took a deep breath and then clasped his hand engraved with the secret text on the door of the other's head.

In the gloomy sound of the incantation, a faint green light appeared from Charles's hand, and in a few breaths, the middle-aged man in front of him was obviously a little older, but this did not affect his energetic appearance.

"Look, what a wicked spell, and you still say I'm a demon...... Do I think this spell is a bit like the innate abilities of you guys? ”

Yelloweye's words made the Grim Reapers' frowns.

They do have the ability to transfer life force, even disease, but this ability is rarely used.

Now it's being used by a human?

What does this mean?

Ignoring the expressions of the "people" around him, Charles concentrated on his work.

After preparing his life force, he suddenly stabbed the dagger into the chest of the yellow-eyed demon, and then gave the other party a neat "disembowelment".

Blood splattered, and an unbearable snort of pain came out of the other's mouth, and the harmlessness disguised by Azazel faded in an instant, and the pale yellow eyes became fierce.

"Charles, hehe, trust me, you'll pay the price."

Being a demon allows him to maintain a normal posture even if he is disemboweled, but the pain does not diminish in the slightest.

Charles glanced at him, but didn't respond, went down a few times to separate the sternum, reached out and pulled out the beating heart, took a few steps back, and then stood in front of the magic array with his hands in his heart.

The high-pitched sound of incantations then opened and closed from the young man's mouth.

Under the sound of this incantation, a faint gray mist gradually gathered from all directions, and the magic array made of blood under his feet gradually bloomed with a strange light.

Soon after, under the amazed gaze of many Grim Reapers, ten humanoid figures made of gray mist leaped out of the skull, standing around the magic array, covered in mist, and their scarlet eyes looked extremely terrifying.

"This ...... It's like ......" There is a god of death who seems to recognize what this thing is, but he can't be sure.

Most of the Grim Reapers, staring at the situation at hand, did not make a sound.

After these gray mist figures emerged, they were already able to determine that Charles was communicating death!

In a peculiar, unknown way!

The surrounding Grim Reaper watched in amazement, and after the spell came to an end, the young man with his hands in his hands high and his beating heart slammed the object in his hand into the face of the trapped demon, and the scarlet gaze of the ten mist figures also changed.

Being watched by those strange shadows, the yellow-eyed demon shuddered inexplicably, but before he could react, the gray mist that quietly bloomed on the magic array around him suddenly flourished!

Immediately, the gray mist spread, completely enveloping him and the charr who was performing the ritual in the blink of an eye!

And the Grim Reaper is excluded!

The feeling of the air hanging from his feet hit him, and Charles was overjoyed. But before he could think about it, he was engulfed in darkness.

Charles thought that he had succeeded in advancing this time, but when he regained consciousness, he looked at it, and it was obviously not the promotion space he had been to last time!

The blood-stained dirt beneath your feet was soft and sunken, and the shade of the trees shrouded all around, and as far as the eye could see, the gray woods, the silent paths, and the faint wails around them all showed the strangeness of this place.

"It's definitely not a room to advance." Charles frowned.

He suddenly remembered that although he had also encountered a sense of suspension in the last promotion, it was because it was time for him to return to the Overworld. And now—he's obviously pulled even his body to this strange place.

"Where is this?"

He wasn't sure, but the message that came to his True Eye when he looked at the trees around him made Charles think about it.

【Tree of Death, a tree born from the power of death】

[Its function is unknown]

……

"Death power?"

After thinking about it, Charles walked along the path under his feet towards the front.

Since it is not a promotion space, finding an exit here is naturally a top priority.

And since there are roads here, it is estimated that there will also be "people" living there.

As I stepped on the soft foliage path on the ground, I gradually came into view of a small wooden house surrounded by trees.

Charles was shocked when he saw this, but more vigilantly, he slowly approached with cautious steps, scanning his surroundings, for fear that something would suddenly burst out of his surroundings.

However, in the end, he was not attacked by any of them, and when he reached the door of the cabin, Charles took a deep breath and gently pushed the door in.

Clothes hanger, living room, TV, sofa, and an old man sitting on the sofa in black came into view.

As Charles walked into the hut, the occupants heard the same noise. Looking up at him in a daze, he subconsciously chewed the chicken roll in his hand, and after a while, he reacted, put down the food, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, and then got up and came to the vigilant Charles.

After a few careful glances at the young human, a short, slightly confused voice came out of his mouth.

"Strange things?"