"Two—"

The nonchalant voice overwhelmed the audience, marking another step closer to death.

In the face of the imminent death, the reactions of everyone present were different - in fact, there were not a few killers who recognized the dark wizard through the envoy demon and the pair of heterochromatic pupils, but among them, the only one who had the courage and determination to fight the famous death spreader Alfred to the end was the young Glory.

The vast majority of people, after hearing the slightly relieved tone, immediately tore off the various disguises that were smeared or pasted on their faces, and only a very small number of killers who either had no idea of the identity of their employer or had some knowledge of the Chaos cultists were still unsettled.

Can inhuman demons really have mercy?

- What a joke.

Amy looked sarcastically at the killers who breathed a sigh of relief as if they had picked up a life, but anyone who knew a little about the Chaos cultists would rather gamble on the ethereal glimmer of life than believe the nonsense of these crazy people who sacrificed their bodies and minds to the blind and stupid chaos madmen - even the dark kings with high status in the Chaos sect are still humanoid demons who act on behalf of the blind and indescribable will of chaos, and there will not change even the slightest.

As the saying goes, a dog can't spit ivory out of its mouth - the proverbs left by the ancestors contain extraordinary wisdom, how can the demon who destroys people's hearts show his magnanimity for no reason?

It could just be a trap.

Although he had already guessed this possibility, when Alfred spoke, the boy realized that he had far underestimated the severity of the famous dark wizard.

"I'm sorry-" Seeing the scene in front of him, the noble boy who seemed to have walked out of the painting stopped counting, and after a week of patrolling around the killers who revealed his true face with a light smile, he said leisurely, "If I'm not mistaken, I said that any guy with any cover on his body will become my enemy, right?"

He opened his hands in a hug gesture with bad intentions.

"There's only one second left, so you guys have to speed up. ”

- A demonic smile on his face.

Then the final countdown begins.

"One—"

Deliberately prolonged voice.

There is no doubt that this is an insult, an outright insult -

But when life and dignity are placed at both ends of the scale, most people will put weight on life, after all, if people don't have even the most basic life, where can dignity begin?

It doesn't matter if it's worth it or not, it's just a human instinct that comes from the first reaction.

There may be those who regard glory above all else, and who are willing to give up their lives for the sake of human dignity, but there are few such noble people among the killers.

Moreover, if a creature takes the first step on a path, the road will be much lighter - this is especially evident in the depravity of human nature.

Therefore, there was only a brief hesitation.

Most of them hurriedly untied their clothes like a poisonous snake wrapped around their bodies, and both men and women, young and old, all showed their breasts open, and drenched themselves in the cool night rain.

"Good—good—" After saying two good words in a row, the dark wizard Alfred burst out laughing, "God—do you see it! What a stupidity! What an ugly human being!"

When the laughter stopped, he restrained his somewhat hideous smile and returned a decent smile to everyone: "I'm sorry to let you see such a gaffe scene, as a thank you-"

"Let me give you a great death!"

He opened his arms again, and the crows fluttered out of their arms, their dark wings obscuring the moon, the stars, and the night sky.

Death –

Death is overwhelming!

In a trance, Amy seemed to have traveled through layers of time and space, saw the black waves sweeping across most of the continents, saw countless crowds of people in panic and chaos displacement, saw thousands of yellow-faced and skinny people fall to the ground with bones, saw people scattered in panic, and also saw people detaining sick people in an organized and orderly manner, regardless of men, women, and children, and then lit straw piles......

All kinds of deaths, all kinds of deaths, all kinds of deaths.

From the shock at the beginning, to the nausea that followed, and finally to the numbness now, condescendingly looking up to the entire history of human suffering, the young glorious man gradually calmed down, feeling with his heart the sorrow and powerlessness of millions of human beings in the face of the clouds of death, and with his heart feeling the hysterical struggle of mankind again and again in the despair that was bound to come, and then ...... I opened my eyes.

Time flies, the vicissitudes of life, but in fact, a hundred years is just a moment at your fingertips.

When the dark eyes were reflected among the stars in the sky again, the overwhelming black crows were actually attacking, there was no expected blood, there was no imaginary group of crows dancing, and the killers realized the truth in a panic - the fact that they were not dead.

"It's just a joke," Alfred bowed slightly, "and I beg your pardon." ”

Joke?

The assassins who had passed by death looked at each other, and the previous fierce killing intent did not seem to be fake, even if everyone was unharmed in the shock just now, but the terrifying instincts that had been cultivated by wandering between life and death all day long gave them the illusion of being targeted by the ubiquitous dark Death.

No — maybe not an illusion.

More than one person noticed that the sound of his breathing was becoming more and more rapid - if it were a normal person, he might have seen this reaction as a reaction to the stress of the body, but the killers did not have such thoughts at all, and their mastery of the subtleties of the body was even higher than that of many glorious people who specialized in combat, and the thickening and aggravation of breathing would not have occurred under normal circumstances.

On the other hand, once it appears, it means that there is already something wrong with their body.

What went wrong? What went wrong?

The assassins were as restless as the animals before the earthquake.

And then......

The earthquake came as scheduled.

The assassins began to bleed, and black spots of death sprung up on their naked bodies like black ink blood from the seven orifices, and began to dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a shocking black scar, and then black pus flowed out of it, and at this moment, these killers with the best killing skills in Hemtika could only watch in panic as the vitality and vitality gradually disappeared from their bodies, and felt that the black death was taking their lives little by little.

This is......

They struggled, they struggled, but to no avail.

Even the glorious ones who have won the favor of order are afraid of the power wielded by dark wizards, let alone ordinary people.

There is little chance of survival.

Power – Plague.

The reason why Alfred was named the Death Spreader is largely due to his power, which the Raven will be regarded as a messenger of death in Hemtika, and it can even be said unceremoniously that if the Dark Wizard is allowed to exercise this power unscrupulously, within three days, Hemtika will be completely reduced to a plague city, reduced to a ...... Dead City.

The Dark Ministers are such a terrifying existence.

But Amy was undaunted.

Black Death - This is the truth of the power of the plague, although the young Glory One has never seen any record of this plague in the mortal texts, but through the visions he has experienced before, it is natural for him to associate this inexplicable word in his mind with the power of the dark wizard.

At the same time, there is also a hint of palpitations.

Perhaps no one in this world understands the horror of the Black Death better than him, the cloud of death that has taken millions of lives and made countless people desperate - even if it is just a vision, he still can't help but feel the horror and despair of millions of people dying after fighting the disease.

Death is like the sky falling, and no one can avoid it.

It is a portrayal of an era, a portrayal of an ancient era that has not been recorded in historical records.

Maybe......

A guess crossed his mind, one that could even be called deviant.

Maybe...... The era he witnessed, before the ancestors descended on the land of chaos, belonged to the history of vanishing that no one knew or explored.

In the midst of that, perhaps, lies the ultimate secret between order and chaos.

But speculation is just speculation, he has no time, no energy, and no strength to explore that disappearing history, and there are more urgent and urgent problems in front of him-

He coughed softly, black blood stains spilling from his fingers.

That's right, the terrible plague that once ruled an era has befallen him at this moment.

Black death.

The young Glory Man thought silently, there was no panic in his heart, and there was no fear in his heart—thanks to the rich blood of order in his body, his symptoms were much milder than those of the killers, but as time passed, the virus gradually spread in his body, and sooner or later, he would eventually become another victim of the erosion of black spots.

But he didn't care.

- Born to die.

Thinking so, the boy gently closed his eyes, gave up the struggle, gave up the resistance, and gave up everything he could give up, sinking his consciousness into the deepest darkness, letting the terrible pathogens wreak havoc in his body, and letting the black-speckled death press on him step by step.

Subsequently—

Breathing is cut off.

Subsequently—

Termination of the heartbeat.

Subsequently—

Blood clotting.

- All vital signs were gone, and only a cold corpse remained on the ground.

- He's dead.

As the corpse gradually lost its temperature, and as the skin gradually lost its elasticity, the boy named Amy Ulysses could no longer find any trace of being alive, except-

Ana's fire is still burning silently.