Zhan Kailan, the ruler of the cave demon, didn't even have any chance to resist in front of the **** of death.

The gate of **** slowly closed, and the illusion gradually disappeared.

There was no sound in the surroundings, and at this moment, even if anyone breathed heavily, they could hear clearly.

The sickle glowed with a mysterious light in the hands of the **** of death, and it could harvest the lives of every human or monster present-even the soul, anytime and anywhere.

"All to die." Death's voice was no longer gentle and smiling, but suddenly became cold.

All-to die!

Black mist filled the body of the **** of death, and a crack appeared on the ground.

A strange voice seems to be coming from the deepest part of this crack...

Count Dracula couldn't help taking a step back: "The gate of **** really opened..."

The gate of hell? Is this crack the gate of hell? What about the world below? Could it be that it appeared in the illusion just now?

"All to die!"

Death made such a sound again, the black cloak covered his whole body, and the face that was occasionally exposed became extremely hideous. Ding Meng had seen this face not long ago. Faintly, it turned out to be a skeleton...

This is the true face of the **** of death!

The sickle became extremely huge, and the **** of death waved it towards his left hand. Hundreds of warriors and wizards of the Dark Alliance had no chance to even beg to resist.

They fell to the ground, and then one by one souls emerged from their bodies, and then a huge gravitational force spread from the crack on the ground, and these souls were sucked into the cracks without any resistance.

The cry of horror finally came.

That is the **** of death-the harvest from the **** of death!

The monsters ran around in panic. Goodson yelled in fear: "You can't run! No one can run away. Everyone, fight in the name of the horn of war!"

He is fairly clear-headed.

Since the **** of death is here, no one can run away. Their only chance is to unite, fight to the death with the **** of death, and perhaps win the right to live.

In the name of the horn of war-fight!

This is a contract between the three monster races!

The monsters stopped running and turned around again. The big sticks, the magic lights, and the bows and arrows were rushing toward the **** of death in a torrent...

The black light enveloped the **** of death, the sickle was constantly waving, wherever it went, the corpses were messed up, and countless souls rushed towards hell...

"Reaper is still kind." Count Dracula said to himself suddenly.

Dongdong was shocked by the **** scene in front of her. When she heard Count Dracula's words, she couldn't help asking: "Is this still kind?"

"He opened the gates of hell..." Count Dracula looked at everything in front of him: "This is to allow souls to enter hell... In the land of war, he ordered the gates of **** to be closed tightly, an army of millions of monsters, no souls Can be redeemed, and since then fell into endless torture...Little girl, do you think this is kindness?"

Dongdong doesn't know what to say...

Ding Meng knew what it meant. Whether it is the current **** of death or the monster in the bottle that he has killed, they are all characters that imprison the existence of world myths. To become their enemy, death is the lightest punishment.

An army of countless monsters rushed towards the death in hordes, but in front of the death, in front of the sickle, they didn't even have a chance. They pounced in droves, but died in droves...

Countless souls are rushing toward that crack in a hurry...

The **** of death fiercely turned into countless black shadows, it seems that there are shadows of **** of death everywhere...the speed of killing has increased several times...

Did the **** of death kill people like this in the land of war?

Dark clouds and black fog enveloped the sky. Ding Meng's attention was not on the killing battlefield, but stared blankly at the masses of fog... He seemed to see some illusions in it...

Millions of monsters are roaring... Goblins, giants, werewolves... All the monsters are rushing towards death... That is the land of war, the first era of the Dark World Alliance...

And no matter how many monsters, they can't stop the death of the gods...

Then, he suddenly saw a small village, a small village that had nothing to do with the land of war. A butcher was doing things diligently, with a smile on his face, and he was demented with a smile.

Who is that? Butcher Ade?

How could I see this illusion? What is the relationship between Ad and the Butcher and the Land of War?

However, the illusion disappeared... Ding Meng returned to the real scene again...

The killing of the **** of death was still going on. Nearly half of the monsters of the three races of ogre, half-orc, and caveman had died under the **** of death's sickle.

Grim Reaper can kill Goodson, the ruler of the ogre, on several occasions, but he did not. He seemed to deliberately let Goodson, a fellow who dared to be disrespectful to himself, witnessed his own race being slaughtered. , And finally seize his soul.

The figure of death floated by, Gudson's hand was empty, and the shield of courage was gone.

Then, with a "dang" sound, a shield fell in front of Ding Meng, and then the voice of Death came: "Dark Baron, give it to you to play."

Felix's Shield, the Shield of Courage, was nothing more than a toy in the eyes of Death.

Ding Meng took up the shield of courage, and a huge force passed through the shield, passed through his palm, and entered his body. He suddenly had an urge to fight!

Courage-the courage that the shield of Felix gives the owner!

"The shield of Felix, the shield of courage. Level 1, physical defense +50, magic defense +40, strength +30, and the next upgrade requires 100 experience..."

Ding Meng didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. What kind of equipment actually became first-class in his own hands?

Holding the shield of courage, suddenly I thought of one thing:

Contract with Frank!

In the imprisoned world, once a contract is established, it cannot be turned back.

"Reaper, wait." Ding Meng suddenly yelled into the air.

Those ubiquitous black shadows gathered together again, and then the true appearance of the **** of death reappeared. Standing in the air, condescending, looking at the monsters coldly: "Whoever dares to escape, whose soul will suffer forever."

The corpses of monsters were everywhere, blood stained the earth...The monsters that were slaughtered nearly half, the survivors looked at the death **** in the sky timidly, none of them dared to move...they plucked up the courage to fight the **** of death , But the actual result let them know that even if there are more monsters, it is impossible to be the opponent of death!

He simply can't beat it!

Goodson trembled even more. He found that he had made a huge mistake, even in the name of a horn of war, demanding a decisive battle with death.

The **** of death could easily kill himself, but he didn't do so. The reason is very simple, that is, he wants to suffer torture and die.

The **** of death was too lazy to look at him, but fell to Ding Meng's side: "Do you want me to let them go?"

"They don't seem to die..." Ding Meng scratched his head: "Moreover, there is a contract between Frank and I. I promised him that he would try his best to preserve the ogre race..."

Speaking of this, something suddenly came to mind: "Hey, this is not my wish..."

Just kidding, the **** of death still owes himself a wish, if he regards this as his own wish, then he really suffers a lot.

The **** of death did not smile, nor looked angry: "Are you really going to let them go?"

"Ah... yes... there is no need to kill them all." Ding Meng didn't know what the **** of death meant.

"Then let them go." Death actually agreed with one bite: "Don't worry, this is not your wish..."

Ding Meng was a little dazed, so he agreed so easily?

Looking at Death again, his expression seemed a bit lonely. Strange, this is not the **** of death he knew.

The vampire lord Dracula seems to have known that death would do this...

"You, come here." Death looked coldly at Goodson, the ruler of the ogre.

Goodson didn't dare to resist any resistance, and walked up to Death in fear, his body still trembling constantly.

"He let me let you go." Death pointed to Ding Meng: "I promised, you will be forgiven..."

Goodson was stunned there, he was actually pardoned?

"And then?" Death asked suddenly.

Then? What then?

Grim Reaper was still indifferent: "How about the way to give back to the Dark Baron?"

It was then that Goodson suddenly realized... he quickly asked his subordinates to find a scroll, cut his palm, and let the blood fall on the scroll.

Ding Meng noticed that the blood and the scroll were perfectly fused together, and the scroll flashed with a yellow light. Goodson respectfully handed the scroll to Ding Meng's face: "Respected Baron Night, this is the scroll of summoning ogres. From now on, you will be able to summon ogres to fight for you. Anytime, anywhere. , Once the call of the scroll is issued, I will dispatch the most elite ogre warriors and mages to obey your drive..."

Ding Meng took the scroll...

"Obtained the ogre summoning scroll... able to summon the ogre warrior mage to fight, the number of uses: 3/3..."

"And you." Death appointed the new ruler of the orcs and the cave demon, and also asked them to contribute the scroll of summoning.

Ding Meng has a pile of summoning scrolls. Scroll of Giant Summoning, Scroll of Ogre Summoning, Scroll of Orc Summoning...

In the future, if you return to the world of light, what will it be like to suddenly summon a lot of monsters?

"The ogre crisis is resolved, the intimacy of the dark world is +50, and the openness is +30... Obtain monsters, young ogres, young half-orc warriors, and young cave monsters... The reward for dark missions is doubled."