Lear finds himself floating above an endless stretch of the Black Sea.

The sea surface is calm and waveless, not to mention living things, not even the wind and waves, the black sea water is as thick as rotten juice, and the white bubbles that explode from the bottom of the sea from time to time stay and float on the water surface for a long time, and the surface of the foam has a vague and greasy feeling after the swill swells.

It feels like the bottom of the sea is a huge corpse pit, like a cauldron boiling countless toad slime, and the thick black fog floating like a worm in the distance almost obscures the entire sky, no matter where his gaze falls, there is a sense of falling that his soul is about to be pulled and sunk.

This feeling is a bit like the dream that Yasha once pulled him into, but if you look closely, you can feel the obvious difference, in Yasha's dream, everything around him is so big and distant, within reach but has nothing to do with him, as if he is just an ant or a passerby, passively witnessing the grand changes of this universe.

And now, he felt the world's deep hostility towards him, the hatred that wanted to skin him and cramp him, and roast his soul in a blazing fire before giving it to the Hellhounds to eat.

"Thanatos. Lear said the name coldly.

A cloud of black mist wriggled and rolled in front of him, and then a middle-aged man with a scepter appeared in front of him.

It's hard to describe the face and the temperament it carries, the original clear features are covered with black mist, it looks like there are countless worms crawling in and out, and the pupils of the yin owl only have the whites of the eyes and no eyes, but you can clearly feel that he is watching and hating you.

Generally, if someone sees this kind of appearance on the street, the first thing they think of is to dodge, and the strong smell of the other person may make you want to pinch your nose, and when that person hits you straight, the strong fear will actually control your spine and make you forget to dodge.

"Blasphemer. A sticky, sluggish sound like a large amount of honey had been filled into the duck's throat came from the black mist, and the man's scepter emitted a black glow that indulged even the soul.

The sea began to roll.

"It looks like you're not. Although the aura of power displayed by this dark shadow was also very powerful, Lear still felt the subtle differences.

He had faced the divine power of the sirens and Aphrodite, and he could clearly distinguish the essential difference in the attributes of his power before and after igniting the divine fire, although the guy in front of him was infinitely close, but he had not yet condensed the godhead.

Maybe it's a demigod, or maybe it's some Deadpool powerhouse under Tanatos.

This is even better, if Thanatos is here, with his current strength, it is difficult to guarantee that he can escape with his whole body.

The slogan of the God Butcher was loud, but so far it was only a plan, and without the protection of Asha, he faced a god of medium divine power, and the result was no more optimistic than that of the grasshopper shaking the tree.

Just the words of a demigod, or maybe there is a glimmer of hope.

"I am Roland, the chief Deadpool of the Death Thanatos Throne, and you blasphemers, go to the depths of hell to repent of your deeds!"

As soon as Roland's words fell, Lear felt a huge force from the sea below him, and was immediately swept into the air by a violent waterspout, and the soft water cut into Lear's skin like a sharp blade, but strangely he didn't feel any pain, not even his clothes were damaged.

It was like being confined in a vessel filled with solution and then with a tube inserted all over your body, and you could only feel the strength and life rapidly leaving your body, and your soul gradually drying up, but like a frog in warm water, you couldn't find a reason to escape.

Lear, of course, knew that would not work.

However, when he wanted to condense the water elemental around him into ice to free himself from this confinement, he found that there was no magic element around him to respond to his call, and a monstrous wave jumped out of the sea, the terrifying torrent was like a giant palm falling from the sky, and Lear was just the mayfly that only struggled on the tip of the wave.

"Boom!"

The darkness splashed like a substance on the water, and the fog swirled around like a swarm of foraging snakes, and a dark shadow fell heavily from the sky, and when it hit the surface of the sea, it made a dull sound as if it had hit solid ground.

When Lear staggered to his feet again, several obvious cracks even appeared in his body, and the poisonous snakes hovering around him seemed to smell the most delicious food, scrambling to devour the soul breath leaking from those cracks.

"In the Nightmare World of His Majesty Thanatos, all elements are cut off, give your soul honestly and accept the sanction of blasphemy!"

Roland snorted coldly, the scepter in his hand shone again, and several giant pythons with condensed mist instantly appeared on the calm sea, and the black and red snake letter rolled by the fangs, and then roared and pounced on Lear.

Lear, a giant python in front of him, frowned, and quickly retreated under his feet, as Roland said, he could not feel any magical elements in this absolute spiritual world, but because of this, he became more flexible than before when he was free from the constraints of his body.

But with this advantage alone, he definitely can't last too long under Roland's overwhelming offensive, after all, he was injured in the first round of attacks just now, although this world will not be painful and bleeding, but what he is losing every minute and every second is real soul power.

If this continues, even if he can finally escape, the damage caused by the return of his crippled mental power to his body will be enough to make him an idiot.

"Wandering the void dragon of the wind, spread your wings beyond the heavens, and grant me lightness and sharpness, as well as swift speed. "Attack Acceleration!"

Lear kept chanting incantations as he ran, unable to feel the magical elements of this world, the only thing he could hope for was the power of the elemental dragon, after all, he had always been accustomed to the mage's way of fighting, and with this body alone, there was absolutely no hope of victory.

"Stubborn!" Roland let out a disdainful taunt after hearing Lear's chant, in his opinion, the other party was simply dying, His Majesty Thanatos's rule power had completely sealed down this world, how could those elemental lords who had been weakened for ten thousand years invade?

He waved the staff in his hand violently, and three huge waves of black mist condensation appeared in the left and right of Lear respectively, plus the giant python in front of him, it suddenly became a dead end surrounded on all sides.

"Die!" With Roland's loud shout, several giant pythons crashed headlong into the space surrounded by huge waves with the power of devouring heaven and earth, and the force generated by the impact also caused the giant waves to collapse downwards like an avalanche of rabbit down.

In this case, even if Lear is a steel and iron body, he will be smashed and crushed into slag, not to mention that he is only a fragile spirit.

"Hmph!" Roland slowly put away his staff and walked towards the collapse of the waves, this is the fate of the blasphemous, he only needs to go and fetch a piece of Lear's soul fragment and give it to Thanatos, even if he has completed the task assigned by His Majesty.

I hope that the ant will not be blown into powder, and that he will have to work hard to condense his soul.

It's just that before he has taken two steps, a look of astonishment appeared on Roland's face. "Impossible!" he exclaimed, in shock.

When the black fog that collapsed and splashed in the distance gradually dissipated, and the sea returned to a dead silence again, Roland was shocked to find that there was no trace there, if only this was certainly not enough to make him so angry, just a dozen meters to the right of the tsunami explosion, Lear was floating in the air, staring at him with cold eyes.

There was a layer of white light wrapped around his body.

"Impossible!" Roland said the three words again. "How can you still have the ability to mobilize the magic element, this world has been completely sealed down by His Majesty!"

For believers, this is definitely a hundred times more serious than blasphemy, the original sin of blasphemers is nothing more than disrespecting and offending gods, for such people only need to be punished and destroyed, but what Lear is doing now directly challenges and even breaks the rules of the gods, shaking the most solid foundation of the gods.

This is as unacceptable to a fanatical believer as Roland's collapse.

Gods are gods because they are absolutely majestic, absolutely powerful, absolutely inoffensive, if a mortal can also break the rules set by the gods, then what is the point of the existence of gods?

This was what frightened Roland.

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