The long scythe, which glowed with dim light, slashed horizontally and collided with the icy rune giant sword.

In the cyan sickle, many distorted souls were reflected. Their faces were painful, and they constantly exuded the cry and scream of death, and stretched out countless arms struggling from the sickle. While the cyan incorporeal arm was bound to the rune greatsword, it also attacked the owner of the greatsword.

The rune giant sword was obviously not to be outdone, and the power of frost carried on it filled up again, and a cold mist permeated from the intertwined gaps of the incorporeal arms. The cold fog was getting heavier and heavier, and most of the incorporeal arms were shattered like ice crystals. The twisted soul in the sickle changed from screaming in agony to screaming, and the shrill voice was horrifying.

After a short stalemate, the cyan-edged sickle and the rune giant sword separated, and then turned around to meet a rune giant axe that slashed from the air. After deflecting the rune axe forcefully, the sickle kept retreating, dodging the piercing attacks of one icicle after another.

The owner of the scythe, 'Tobias', was wearing a huge dark gray cloak, and his face and limbs were shrouded in a blue light. He glanced at the death knights around him, and then at the large group of haters who entered the battlefield in the distance, feeling that he might have to follow in the footsteps of the gods today.

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Once, there were gods in the plane of death, or in other words, in Tobias' limited memory and consciousness, the powerful existence that created him was an omnipotent **** for him.

That **** not only created Tobias, but also gave him the name of 'Reaper of the Dead', and ordered him to hunt those wandering souls and some more powerful undead in this "beautiful" plane biology.

He has been diligently searching and harvesting souls for the gods, and later, a group of living beings with heartbeats broke into this plane of death inexplicably.

In fact, in the past, occasionally some plane travelers, for some unknown purpose, entered this plane of death that they should not have come.

Tobias had encountered one.

However, when he first met the living person, the other party had already fallen to the ground on the verge of death. The breath of life left on his body was very thin, and he was still being swallowed by the plane itself.

Tobias reckons that it won't be long before the guy is drained of his life force by the plane of death and transformed into a normal undead creature. But Tobias couldn't wait, so he accelerated the process with the scythe in his hand.

However, the group of living beings who broke in were not the same as the previous plane travelers. Their strength was extremely powerful, and even Tobias, who had no emotion at the time, faintly felt a wave called '' Fear' stuff.

Tobias was able to see the souls of all creatures and to harvest them with his scythe, a power bestowed upon him by the gods. He did see the souls of the group of living people, but the souls of the other party were so dazzling that when Tobias used his ability to directly examine the group of people, the fire of his own soul was almost shocked. about to go out.

The living people broke into the temple impolitely and came to the throne of the soul where the gods were. Immediately afterwards, they seemed to have talked to the gods again.

Tobias didn't know the content of the conversation, he wasn't qualified yet. He only knew that not long after, the omnipotent **** fought with the group of living beings.

The gods are undoubtedly more powerful than those interlopers, and this is the plane of negative energy, the swaddling clothes of the gods, and the home of the undead. Here, the gods are almost invincible.

However, the group of living people still knocked down the invincible **** to the ground, and every time their magic hit the source of the god, it was difficult for even the endless energy of death to repair such a terrifying injury.

Tobias, like all the slaughtering warriors, soul sacrifices, spiritless giant bones, and many other temple guards, frantically killed the group of living beings. But the other party just simply waved his fingers a few times, or drew a few magic runes in the air at will, and surging magic energy would pour out, killing the guards in large swaths of slag. .

What happened after that Tobias is not very clear. When he woke up again from the darkness, the fourth priest of the temple was standing in front of him. The priest told him that the great **** had been killed by the intruding living, and it had been a long time ago. Now, the other party has occupied a large area in and around the temple, and it seems that there is a plan to stay in this plane of death.

At that moment, an emotion called 'revenge' grew crazily in Tobias' blue soul fire.

The gods died, but the resurrected Tobias still continued his previous work. The souls harvested in the sickle had nowhere to go, so he examined them one by one through his own abilities.

Revenge should be sweet, and Tobias felt it clearly in the soul of some harvested ghoul. When the ghoul was harvested, his soul was distorted and close to death, and the only trace of consciousness left was the pleasure of revenge after his death.

Sadly, I probably won't be able to taste it myself, Tobias thought.

His figure shrouded in the cloak floated back, dodging a powerful rune spear. The spear penetrated several corpse demon spawns along the way, and after smashing more than a dozen rotten skeletons, it crashed into the magical barrier behind.

The frost power carried by the rune spear was filtered out by the magical barrier, but the metal spear, which had only physical power, was still very fiercely stabbed on the dark wall of the castle, nailing it motionless.

Tobias didn't have time to pay attention. The reaper of the dead slammed the scythe in his hand on the ground, and all the twisted incorporeal souls in the scythe were released~lightnovelpub.net~ attacked the surrounding death knights .

In the past, souls like Tobias, who were twisted to such a degree, would never be harvested, because the gods did not like such souls. Just like the ghoul who succeeded in revenge, that guy's soul could no longer be seen in human form at that time, but almost transformed into the shape of a ghoul, and he was about to become an unconscious undead creature.

Such a soul is worthless, but at the last moment of its demise, it will erupt with unprecedented nostalgia and fierceness. The azure incorporeal body that broke away from the sickle slammed into the skulls of the death knights like crazy, as if they wanted to join those exuberant soul fires and become one with them.

Frost flowers bloomed on the ground and in the air, and the twisted souls died in large numbers when they passed through the 'flower bushes', and the wailing sounds continued one after another.

Only a few lucky ones passed through, but they were easily killed by the rune weapons in the hands of the death knights.

After that, the three rune weapons headed by the dim scythe and the rune giant sword fought together again. After several fights, the long scythe, which had been hung with frost and mist, was cut off by the rune axe. directly penetrated the body.

The weak Tobias was pinned to the ground by the spear, and he raised his head subconsciously, watching the rune sword in the air getting closer and closer to him.

The soul of its owner is so beautiful, this was Tobias' last thought, and then, the eternal darkness came again.

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