Hull stood quietly on the ice field, the tightly tied black hooded cloak had been removed, and the crushed ice was casually thrown aside, his face like a dried corpse was exposed to the air, and his body without body temperature had condensed a layer of white frost on the cold ice field. The cold wind blew through the ice field, bringing a sharp whistling and raising the corners of Hull's black robes, which danced as hard as they could in the wind, making a hunting sound. Hull wasn't going to run anymore, he had already sensed that the tracker behind him was getting closer and closer, and running like this would be more and more detrimental to him, so it was better to stop and use the last time to adjust his condition and defeat the enemy head-on. He has also sensed that the tracker behind him has changed from one person to two people, but for him, these are not important, he doesn't think that he will really lose, he was at a disadvantage when facing the sandman assassin alone before, because he was unwilling to pay the price to forcibly improve his strength, after all, the gods have no feedback now, forcibly improving the strength will consume a large amount of accumulated divine grace, this kind of consumption without replenishment is what he does not want to see. However, he still preferred to consume his accumulation rather than being killed, so he chose to stop and adjust the state in his body while recovering his strength, so that he could always make his strength climb to heights unimaginable to the enemy.

In the wind, the black-clad Hull waited silently, the end of the black-clad scythe stuck in the ice, standing beside him, the weapon he had chosen hundreds of thousands of years ago. Stroking the scythe beside him, Hull's memory seemed to be touched, and he remembered something. Eternal life makes every Three-Eyed Clan have too many memories, even with the strength of the Three-Eyed Clan's brain and will, they can't withstand such an endless accumulation of memories, so they will forget some things that are too long ago like humans, but the cycle of forgetting is far longer than human life. However, these memories are just quietly sleeping in the brain, not really lost, and often inadvertently, these memories will come back again. Just like Hull is now.

Stroking the black blade of the scythe, Hel suddenly remembered his hometown hundreds of thousands of years ago, how good it was then, there were huge beasts running on the earth. Flying in the sky are giant birds of prey. The strongest run in the wind in the air, and the gods walk in the sun. The crops in the fields are lush and dense, and the generous earth provides enough nutrients for the crops to grow healthily. Flowers bloom in the four fields, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Flying insects dance among the flowers and enjoy a short time. Those days are nostalgic, but since when has everything changed? Why did the gods and the Three-Eyed Clan suddenly break out into war? Why didn't the mighty people be satisfied with their current lives and wave their weapons at the gods?

Hull still remembers that when the final war broke out for him, it was the three of them who were still the real Three-Eyed Clan, not the half-dead as they are now. The three high priests were not strong enough to stand up to the attacks of the strongest alone, but even if they were all Three-Eyed Clans, they would not watch their gods be attacked by their own people. Therefore, the three high priests used the temple representing the gods to continuously transform their beliefs and prayers into divine power for the gods, so that their beliefs could continue to launch counterattacks under the attack of a large number of supreme people. The war could have been won, but if the war had been won, everything would have been rewritten. However, in the end, it failed. It is because the two servants of the great Danacus did not attack from behind the enemy's back as agreed, but hid in their kingdom of gods, sitting from afar and watching the great Danacus be besieged. At the most critical moment, all believers were no longer able to sustain themselves. But even so, everyone still voluntarily offered all their life force to the Lord God as the last support, but did not expect that the great Danacus did not transform all these life forces at the last moment, but before falling into a deep sleep, he used a part of the core believers' retained consciousness to transform into undead form, and at the same time transformed his three high priests into half-dead. As for the rest. Under the will of the gods, it became some invisible arrangement, and the Lord God was resurrected from his slumber and returned to the earthly opportunity.

I don't know how many years, including myself, the three high priests, have been looking for an opportunity to return the great Danacus, and now the long-awaited ones are finally coming true, how can they die on the eve of the dawn? I must live, to witness the return of the Lord God, to cleanse this inexplicable world, maybe only in this way, everything will be restored to the beauty of the memory, only in this way, can the beautiful land of the past be restored.

Facing the wind on the ice field, Hull took a deep breath. How many thousands of years have you not breathed? Hel himself could not be sure, as a half-undead, he had forgotten how it felt when he breathed, and the air passed through the atrophied nasal cavity, through the dry trachea, into the withered lungs, and everything seemed meaningless. However, the majestic energy, which was inhaled into the body along with the air, made Hull change significantly.

The cold wind ruffled Hull's robes, clinging to his body, exposing his shriveled body to the surface, but with a few breaths, the body under the robes swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a skeleton that was rapidly regrowing flesh and blood. No, it's not like, it's just a skeleton regrowing, on Hull's exposed face, the shriveled skin is constantly wriggling, it seems that there is a small beast burrowing under the skin, but with each wriggling, the skin will regain some elasticity, and it will also make the loose skin become more fleshy.

Exhale, inhale, exhale, Hull's breathing rate is getting higher and higher, the flesh and skin on his face are recovering faster and faster, and the free water element is frantically burrowing into his body, re-moisturizing the body that has been shriveled for countless thousands of years, and after a while, the original skeleton-like face has been restored to vaguely distinguish his original appearance. Judging from the appearance, I have to admit that from the perspective of human aesthetics, when Hull was still alive, he was a very handsome and attractive middle-aged man, with a straight nose, thin but not thin lips, fair skin, rich eyebrows, and a pair of slightly evil eyes, which are combined with a demonic charm and are full of fatal attraction to young girls.

Yes, the slightly evil eyes, between his breaths, not only did the skin regain its elasticity, the muscles re-expanded, and even the eyes, which were originally only black holes, grew back up. In a matter of minutes, he had gone from a shriveled corpse to a creature like a normal person. Hull exhaled his last breath heavily, his eyes glowing again, and the third eye on his forehead opened at the same time, and the energy that almost gushed out from the third eye turned into a real wind, causing the snow in the sky to fly backwards for a moment.

"It turns out that the power borrowed like a god is so powerful. Hull lowered his head, staring at his hands for the first time in tens of thousands of years, the flesh and blood hands looked like normal people, although they were still cold and half-dead, but compared to before, they were as dry as dead wood, and now their hands looked so kind.

"A familiar body, and such a great power. Hull prostrate himself to the southwest, where the constellation of Danacus once was, and although the stars had fallen and the kingdom of God had collapsed, in the pious Hull's heart, the southwest would always represent the direction of the Lord: "My lord, thank you for your grace to have such great power, although only temporarily, but I will make full use of your gift to clear all obstacles for your return to time." Rest assured, my lord, that anything that hinders your recovery will die by your grace, and we will welcome your glory again in your temple. ”

Unfortunately, Hull's prayers, as they have been for hundreds of years, have not received any response from the gods. However, Hull was already used to such a phenomenon, and was not surprised, just dusted off the snow stained on his robe, reached out and held the scythe beside him and looked into the distance, in his energy perception, the enemy was already approaching.

The mist still shrouded the sky, the wind slinged with snow, still raging on the ice field, and in Hull's sight, a figure slowly walked through the mist, short golden hair peeking out of the brim of his hat, dancing with the cold wind, adding a bright color to the pale ice field. Step by step, the person in the fog slowly approached, and the figure gradually became solid from blur, as if tearing through the fog and descending on the world.

Even though the other party was wrapped in a thick coat, Hull could still recognize who the person in front of him was with his energy sense, after all, this was the third time the two sides had met. For the first time, in the world of the dead, this man led a team to break into the territory of the gods and interfered with the awakening of the gods, and that time, Hel was defeated. The second time, on the floatboat, Hull was defeated again, and after thinking about it, in fact, he was not defeated at all, but he was frightened by the offensive posture he showed, in fact, there was still a great chance to kill him. Now, for the third time, this time, Hull is full of confidence.

"This time, I will never lose. Hull muttered to himself, then looking up, his gaze meeting Pannis, who had emerged from the mist in the snow.

At the same time, Pannis just raised his head, his gaze staring through the gaps in the snow and into Hull's face. At this moment, the eyes of the two powerhouses met in the air, and the eyes containing energy and momentum met, almost colliding with substantial sparks, and at this moment, even the ubiquitous wind and snow seemed to have a momentary pause because of the impact of energy.

The next moment, a violent crash sounded on the ice field. (To be continued.) )