The right arm that was cut off from his body turned into another version of himself, except for the empty expression and the missing right arm, which seemed to be reflected in a mirror.

But this did not last long, not even for a moment......

While the man who lost his right arm suppressed the frenzy of losing emptiness, the man opposite had already begun a rapid transformation from "man" to "god".

The demonic hideous bone armor was wriggling, to be precise, it became more streamlined and stronger, but the head that was originally covered with the hideous bone armor was disarmed, revealing the moonlight silver hair and delicate face, and at the same time, the dense death aura around it quickly converged, and the unknown runes were carved on the armor to make it turn into a physical death, the same thing happened at the same time on the black magic sword in his hand, and the instilled death power and the emerging runes gave life to the blade that was originally just a pure weapon!

And the moment the ultimate form was completed, the entire barren Shadow Nation cheered.

It celebrates the birth of a new incarnation of death, announcing the return of the kingdom of death, the return of the filthy earth to a peaceful death, and the beginning of a new cycle of purity and beauty......

Unlike the Queen of the Shadow Country, who is like a man more than a god, this man who carries the will to die is the earthly incarnation of a truly ruthless god who is equivalent to the precise rules of operation of the world itself, and puts everything on a scale that does not carry any personal will!

But for the Buddha-figure who had just lost his right hand, this "god" brought him only a burst of inescapable despair.

The breath of death is still sweeping and converging like a vortex. The power of death and emptiness is constantly increasing, but the death incarnation does not wait for his power to reach the peak, but intends to solve his own deity with enough power to retrieve the trace of "life" necessary for the strongest "death" to achieve the true perfect form.

Death is at hand.

The man who lost his right hand instinctively slowed down the flow of time in his eyes to the limit, and then watched as the death avatar holding the jet-black magic sword rushed to his front like a phantom. The gray emptiness that was overwhelmed by the haze suddenly burst together with the blue lightning that was entwined and sputtered around him, and inevitably rubbed and collided in the atmosphere with several gaps in the wind that were clearly visible to the naked eye.

Wind Wounds.

The man instantly recalled a familiar name, but he realized that he had no ability to deal with it.

If it is a single attack, you can dodge it as much as possible. But there was no way to dodge the countless intricate sword qi that was about to erupt, and he couldn't even block without a weapon in his hand, so he could only watch as the pitch-black magic sword slowly slashed down in a slowed down time. Slice his defenseless body into countless pieces in the next moment that he can't put back together!

But just at the critical moment when the hurricane was about to burst through the crack in the wind, the arm of the death incarnate holding the sword shook violently, so that the slashing sword did not accurately tear out the strongest wind roar, and the hurricane with insufficient sharpness did not cut the target but only bombarded it dozens of meters away.

Of course, this is not because of the mercy of his subordinates, but because of force majeure that even he himself did not expect, or that he could not change.

At the place of the chest of the death incarnation, where the heart that should have been fatal, a silver-white arrow that was still trembling drilled out from the inside out.

Spot the critical moment that is absolutely impossible to dodge, and pierce the sturdy rune armor directly. The heart of the vital point will be destroyed with one inevitable blow.

And the only person who can do this at this moment is the only third person present.

From a distant millennium later, the Phantom Shooter who traveled through time and space, and fell into this era together......

Unlike Xiao Lan, who lost all her memories because of waking up, Ming Yanwei, who was in a coma and experienced everything, did not suffer the same, but she was also in a very bad state at the moment.

"Woo, cough cough ......"

Unconscious from the space-time vortex and falling to the ground. The collision when she landed on the ground almost killed her, but the incomparably sharp pain of the broken internal organs also made her completely sober.

But before she struggled to get up, or even let out an irrepressible groan of pain, she saw a situation that she could barely believe-

Xiao Lan in the form of a demon seemed to have lost the control of his right hand, and was attacked by it one after another, and even cut off his right arm directly with a sword, but the right arm that was detached from the body immediately turned into a new Xiao Lan. It is even more terrifying and powerful, completely inhuman like a god, and immediately wants to directly kill the body that has lost its right arm with the black magic sword that seems to have been upgraded in his hand!

Ming Yanwei didn't know what her situation was, because she fell and seriously injured her theoretically immobile body, as if automatic, she took out her bow and arrow with absolutely impeccable movements, and shot an arrow that was bound to hit at the critical time when the wind injury was about to burst out.

The arrow hit the heart with precision, but it didn't go as smoothly as she expected.

"This, this...... How can it be? ”

The death incarnation who was hit by an arrow in the heart just shook his body, because his hand shook and he didn't directly kill Xiao Lan, who had lost his right arm, and then glanced back at the phantom archer who was holding the bow and trying to support his upper body as if something had happened, the ethereal expression and everything should be so indifferent looked at her directly, all the secrets in her heart were discovered-

But she didn't die under that sight.

This will, which was actively stripped from Xiao Lan's body, has already mastered the power of emptiness to the extreme!

In addition, Ming Yanwei immediately felt another despair.

She thought that her blow would be enough to inflict an effective containment, and then Xiao Lan would be able to seize the opportunity to reclaim the magic sword, and then defeat the enemy as she had seen before, and after winning the victory, the Holy Grail Fountain he carried on him would be enough to save her life that was about to be lost......

However, instead of taking advantage of the situation, the man fought back. Instead, he seized the opportunity and fled into the distance without looking back!

At this moment, what Ming Yanwei saw in front of her overlapped with the night she had been: the same danger, the same man who fled, and the same abandoned self......

“…… Man, is it really unreliable? She muttered to herself, and in an instant, she fell to the ground in a dejected manner from exhaustion of all her strength, looking at the hazy sky and secretly uttering a curse. Well, let me die for all! ”

The curse was fulfilled quickly, so fast that she couldn't react.

The death incarnation did not do nothing when it looked away. Instead, in the next moment, he unleashed an equally unparalleled slash, and a giant sword qi that was ten meters long roared through the air with the breath of death, hitting Xiao Lan, who seemed to be fleeing in a hurry, with a speed comparable to that of an artillery strike.

Perfect hit. But the target of the hit turned into a shattered imp in the next moment.

"Stand-in...... was escaped. ”

And seeing this situation, the death incarnation said his first words since his birth, as indifferent and empty as the sword of that body, without a trace of fluctuations and ripples, as if it was not him but death itself telling.

Then, instead of continuing the pursuit, he turned around and walked towards the Phantom Shooter, who had fallen to the ground with a serious injury.

He didn't run or sprint, he just walked slowly step by step, letting the sound of his steps hit the woman's heart again and again, and at the same time stretched out his hand and summoned an ancient book from the end of this barren land.

"Book of the Dead......

Ming Yanwei recognized this thing. This is the culprit she has seen in reality and led her to fall into this era.

However, unlike the dry appearance in reality, this leather book at this moment is like having life, breathing like or even having a heartbeat!

And at this moment, the leather book held in the hands of the incarnation of death is almost exaggeratedly swallowing the breath of magic. And with the cooperation of the master, he sang an unusually awkward, but incomparably majestic incantation.

The next moment, Ming Yanwei glared violently at her eyes, which had begun to blur.

The lifeless barren ground cracked, and countless Bai Sensen's hand bones burst out like sharp swords, and then they pulled their bodies out of the ground with great effort, and large skulls poured out from behind the death avatar, covered with simple and effective armor under the action of some special force, and held the weapon used in front of them. At the same time, the surrounding rocks are wriggling, turning into a group of dripping spouts that can fly through the air with wings......

With the utopian embodiment extended by the nightmare, and the resurrection of the Necromantic in the Book of Death, a powerful army belonging to the incarnation of death is rapidly assembling!

And surrounded by the completely silent necromantic army behind him, the death incarnation with the dark magic sword, or the king of the dead, finally walked in front of Ming Annihilation, and then the phantom shooter heard his voice death coming from afar.

"You're mine, woman."

Fear gripped her for a moment, then faded away, like everything else. Was he going to bring her back to life, like those ugly and clumsy things?

"No," she whispered from afar, "you...... How dare you ......"

This couldn't stop anything from happening, and the jet-black magic sword engraved with runes stabbed into her chest in the next moment, and the cold body of the sword made her feel like her soul was frozen in an instant.

And then it's over, it's all over.

She felt soft, warm, dark, serene and comfortable after penetrating into the cold of her soul, and she allowed herself to be plunged into the darkness that came her face, but the pain of being late came upon her, a pain she had never known.

Ming Yanwei suddenly understood that in the face of such torture, any ** pain she had endured was like a dim candlelight. This is mental pain, the pain of withdrawing the soul from the imprisonment of the dead **, is it ...... The pain of being torn apart, torn apart, dragged out of that warm refuge of silence and tranquility.

The act added to her pain so violently that the Phantom Shooter let out a scream from the bottom of her heart, a cry of intense mourning through her disembodied lips, a sound that exuded pain that was not only hers, freezing blood and stabilizing heartbeat.

Then, she heard the familiar murmur again.

"My masterpiece, are you satisfied with your new life...... Succubus...... rq

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