Because I wasn't familiar with the location of the British side at all, and I didn't know where the Reaper's Inquisition was, we flew through the air for nearly an hour anyway, but what I didn't expect was that we landed in the heart of the city's most prosperous area. In my opinion, although this Reaper Inquisition does not belong to Hell, it is also a messenger who cooperates with the Hell side, and they are responsible for the task of seducing souls in the Yang Realm, and then send those dead souls to Hell through the Reaper Inquisition.

It stands to reason that the location of this Death Inquisition could not have been in the metropolis under any circumstances, and in that case, there would be a great conflict with the human world.

It's like us in the East, if a Hades Mansion suddenly appears in the metropolis, there may be a lot of commotion. In fact, I thought too much, the Reaper's Inquisition is indeed located in the center of the city, but in fact, it is not in the same space as the human world in this area.

The place where the Judgment of Death exists, similar to our Chinese Demon Ridge, is in another dimension, and the place where we are standing at this time is an entrance to the Judgment of Death.

Because it was midnight, no one noticed that we were descending from the sky, and after landing, everyone folded their wings and returned to their normal human form.

What caught our eyes was a very high cement wall, and the walls were covered with all kinds of graffiti, if you look closely, you will find that these graffiti are actually very scary, because they are all the graffiti of the devil in hell, and even give people the feeling of staring at hell after a long time. "Get in."...

Morrow looked at the gambling stone wall in front of him, spit out these two words lightly, and then slammed into the opposite stone wall, I seemed to see the magic wall in Harry Potter, and Morrow just got into this stone wall in front of our eyes.

After Morrow entered, Donald and the others followed, and then their group of Grim Reaper's men, all of whom scrambled into the stone wall. Looking at this scene, Bai Rushuang and I glanced at each other, and then took Bai Rushuang's hand and strode into the stone wall over there.

At this time, a drunk man came out of nowhere next to this stone wall, and when he saw such a scene, the drunk was directly paralyzed to the ground in fright, and a god of death rushed to the drunk man without hesitation, and then lifted him high into the air, and finally threw him across the road.

When the drunken man woke up in a daze after being knocked unconscious, he couldn't tell whether he had just seen an anti-human scene or had such a strange dream. So he slammed his head into the stone wall on the other side, and there was no doubt that a large bag was knocked out of his forehead.

When we walked through the stone wall, there was a different scene in front of us.

The scene was a bit magical, and the first thing that caught my eye was a very dark forest, full of all kinds of large trees, but these big trees did not have too many leaves on them, only the old vines and bare trunks.

A full moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight easily shone through the trunks of the trees to the ground, and our group continued to move forward in the path of the woods. Inadvertently, something resembling a bat flew up on the trunk of these large trees, and then flew into the void, flying off into the distance.

Donald and Matthew were the first to scream, and then flew into the air with more than a dozen Grim Reapers, and in a few moments they grabbed the batmonsters that had been flying high into the air, and they barely used much force, and those batmonsters were crumpled into flesh by these Grim Reapers.

Eventually, when we were about to get out of the woods, Donald and the others had crushed no less than a hundred of them, and finally, when we had completely walked out of the woods, Morrow had captured a huge batatail.

The bat monster was more than two meters long, and it trembled as it was caught in Moreau's hands.

"Go tell your master that I, Moreau, have returned." With that, Morrow let go of his hand, and the batacore flew towards a nearby building at great speed, as if pardoned.

When we walked into this building, we found that it was actually a towering building, and the building was black throughout, and I don't know what material it was made of.

Looking up from below, you can vaguely see that at the top of the edifice is a huge circular building, as if it were floating in the air.

This edifice gave me a sense of oppression, and for a moment, I even felt like I was entering some kind of Western magical game world.

Soon, our group came to the gate of this building, and Moreau stood here for a long time, although his face looked very calm, but the sadness in his eyes pointed directly to his heart at this time.

Two months ago, there had been a terrible battle here, the Grim Reaper's regime was overthrown, the King of Death was killed here, and Moreau's fiancée was killed by his best brother, and most of the Grim Reaper Commanders who had fought alongside him were also killed.

These countless things undoubtedly formed an indelible scar in Moreau's heart, even though he was very strong now, but the heart-rending pain in his heart could only be felt by him.

Eventually, after Moro had been looking up at the gate for a full minute, a majestic aura of death spread out from his body, his eyes began to turn red, and behind him a pair of huge bat wings stretched out, and his voice was like a dragon roaring, rushing directly into the sky.

"Gracie!"

Gracie's name was shouted by Moreau, as if to shatter everything around it, and at the same time as Moreau's voice sounded, the door of the opposite building creaked, and a gap appeared between the gates, and countless vampire bats flew out of the crack.

"Motes."

Looking at these vampire bats, I directly patted the head of the blood-feathered peacock next to me, and the blood-feathered peacock laughed strangely and jumped in front of the gate for the first time.

I saw that he burped, and there were a few grunts in his mouth, and a large mouthful of divine fire erupted from his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, those vampire bats were burned from the air to the ground.

"Bold."

As the vampire bats landed, an angry voice sounded from inside the door, and then I saw a large breath of death gushing out of the crack in the door, and the next second, a blonde man in a tuxedo walked out of it with an angry face.

Behind this man were dozens of people, all wearing the same tuxedos as him, and at first glance these guys looked a little like vampires, but from the extremely strong aura of death emanating from their bodies, it was clear that they were definitely not the same kind of people as vampires.

"Gracie."

That's right, the man at the front was none other than the renegade of the god of death, Gracie, who saw him swaggering out of the Inquisition, the green tendons on Moreau's forehead instantly swelled, and his fists crackled with his pinching.

"Who dares to challenge the authority of the blood clan, it turns out that you are a waste."

Gracie looked arrogant and domineering, his eyes locked on Morrow, and his eyes were full of rampant and disdain.

"Why, Morrow, I can't think about it like this, with you remnants of the defeated army who want to provoke Lord Reyre's field, is your brain broken?"

"Gracie, you're a fucking shame on you for eating inside and out, and you've become a lackey of the Blood Clan so quickly." Donald stepped forward and angrily pointed at Gracie and yelled.

"What kind of thing are you that dare to point fingers at me?"

Gracie glared at Donald coldly, and a black aura of death instantly appeared in his palm: "You bed bug, give me death."

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