The aura of death and decay spread rapidly from the shadow's body to all directions.

On the ground, everything was silent, and the fertile land was rapidly losing its vitality, turning from greasy black soil to rough, dry and hard gray-white sand.

"I'm back! Medland! ”

"I'm Des!"

"I'm Des!"

"I'm Des!"

"The master of billions of coffins and cemeteries...... The terminator of billions of living beings. ”

"Ah...... Medland ...... You will return to my arms after all, and you will become a paradise for the dead! ”

The whole body of the figure gushed with gray-white dead air, and the cold and dead breath spread rapidly, ten miles, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles...... Then, half of the territory of the southern special region of the Deren Empire was shrouded in a desperate aura of death.

Several knights of the Church in golden armor had miserable faces.

"Des!"

"Impossible!"

"These evil gods, heretics, they have long since disappeared in the long river of time...... They shouldn't ......"

The rift in the void quietly healed, and endless elemental energy roared into Des's body.

Des slowly raised his head and grinned in the direction where Joe and the others were.

Only then did Joe see what Des looked like.

This guy, the human body, the jackal head, the tall and thin body is as black as ink, compared to the thin body, his jackal head is extremely huge, a few wisps of mess seem to be burned, and the crooked and discounted beard grows sneakily at the corners of the mouth, with his long mouth and triangular eyes, it looks particularly obscene and gloomy.

As a 'deity'...... This guy's temperament is really a bit inferior.

But the aura on his body is a real god-level existence...... He was wrapped in a tattered gray cloak, with at least a hundred large and small holes on it, and through the holes, his bare, hairless body could be seen.

Cold, obscene, and indiscriminate......

The first feeling of this guy is that he is so unpopular.

The words of the church knights, Des obviously heard clearly. He grinned, then reached out his right hand and pointed hard at the first Church Knight to speak.

There was an incomparably sharp sound, and a stream of gray gas turned into a ten-mile-long streamer of arrows, which instantly shot at the center of the eyebrow of this church knight.

This golden-armored knight, whose aura was comparable to that of Duolun and who obviously also possessed the peak strength of a demigod, subconsciously raised his right hand and blocked the gray streamer arrow with one palm.

Just listen to the muffled sound of 'poof'.

It's like a mighty Hercules who smashed a clay statue with a sledgehammer......

The aura of this golden-armored knight suddenly disappeared, and his body was like a clay statue dried in the scorching sun, which exploded into a cloud of gray ashes in an instant, falling to the ground flutteringly.

In addition to Joe, Duoren, Sallian, Jack, Hans and others changed their faces at the same time.

A peak demigod, who was actually killed by Des with an understated finger like this?

With such a difference in strength, if Des wants to do something, who can resist him?

The eyes of Duolun and the others instantly fell on Joe's body.

Perhaps, only Joe, who survived the frontal blow of the Abyss Consciousness, can survive under Des's hands, right?

Des grinned.

He took a deep breath.

In the scattered ashes, large pieces of blood-colored streamers rolled and spewed out, turning into a vast river and flying towards him.

This is the life energy of the slain Knight in Golden Armor.

In one go, Des swallowed up this huge amount of life energy.

A gray glow flickered on his face, and on the gray cloak on his body, there was a glimmer of holes, and the holes shrank slightly.

Des's thin and tall body seems to have grown so little by half an inch, and the aura on his body has become a little stronger.

He grinned at Joe and the group, then turned around and squinted at the abyss gate that stood in the center of Port Tulun.

"Ah...... So, they still succeeded, right? ”

Des smirked and muttered to himself, his voice violently reverberating in everyone's hearts: "In the face of the terrible and unpredictable 'spirit', the last safety rope has finally worked. ”

"I just didn't expect that I was the first to enjoy the luck it brings."

Des opened his arms and stretched out his hand towards the sky greedily and intoxicated: "Then, since I am the first to come back, don't think about it...... Now that the curtain has come to an end, admit this sad fact! ”

"This Medland will be my paradise...... My Paradise of Own! ”

In the distance, in the woods, several ragged figures with a thick dead air sprang out, waving their arms and shouting at the suspended Des: "My lord...... O Lord of billions of coffins and cemeteries, have mercy on your believers......"

Des, who was self-absorbed, froze, and he turned to look at the figures.

A deep gray-green divine light flickered in his triangular eyes, and then he grinned, "Ah, that's funny, my believer...... Haha, in fact, I have never been able to understand, as a living being, why do you believe in me? ”

Spreading his hands, Des laughed, "But thank you fools with broken brains, for the last bit of my consciousness would have been wiped out during those long years of exile, if it weren't for your occasional death sacrifices." ”

"Ah, though, I'm not really going to 'die' completely, because I'm 'death' itself...... But when the last bit of consciousness is worn away, even if I return to Medland, that 'me' is not me, but another lucky bastard. ”

"So, you bastards who don't know what's going on in your head......"

"As living beings, but you worship death, then We grant you eternal death......

Des giggled, and then gently hooked his fingers at the few Death Believers who were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing and worshipping.

The bodies of several of the dead believers froze suddenly, and then turned into gray ashes and scattered.

Large swaths of blood erupted from the ashes, swallowed by Des in a gulp.

Des's aura was a little stronger, and there was a small hole in the torn cloak on his body that flashed light, repairing it slightly.

With a satisfied sigh, Des turned and looked in Joe's direction.

"You, then, willingly, become, mine, believers...... What? ”

"You, sooner or later, will all die...... Why don't you advance this process a little earlier? ”

Des shook his head and shook his body proudly: "You don't answer? That's the default! ”