For Thanos and Mohawk, the life-and-death battle was just a good-looking movie in the eyes of the mistress, even if she understood that she might not be as powerful as anyone outside.

But it does not prevent her from watching with gusto.

The emperor's spirit was floating beside her, and everyone knew that there was something there, but the Queen did not speak, they all pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"I said, almost done."

"If you continue to fight, there may be troublesome existence. Exposing it now is not good for you or me."

There is no conflict between the loot needed by the master and the loot needed by Lowett.

They themselves are the core of their world, and apart from looking for new breakthroughs when they go out to find new ways to break through, only the rules of the origin of the universe can arouse their interest.

Now the five great creation gods have not moved yet, saying that they are progressing smoothly, and they will be able to start assassination and replacement soon after the fruit matures.

However, it has to be "not too long".

The emperor’s eyes pierced through several layers of space and faintly glanced at the bone dragons in the dark curtain who were constantly carrying "foodstuffs" to his abyss interface: "I admit that you won this time, but even if you want to count me, you have to wait for us. Swallow the kingdom of death, connect my underworld and this piece of the Dead Sea, right?"

"That's true." The mistress nodded in agreement.

Outsiders could only hear her voice, and at the moment it trembled again.

"That little guy is a member of your necromantic school at any rate. I can't go too far if you say that he will have something to eat this time."

The Dead Soul Sea is as terrifying and vast as ever.

The "death" of this universe only controls the "Yellow Spring" given by the universe, and does not really replace the necromantic world. Therefore, Lowett takes care of everything and does not summon the army to rise up, because not everything can penetrate to death. Those who are summoned from the spirit world, the undead can't do it.

All he can summon are the subordinates stored in the underworld of the Great Emperor, such as the twelve curse spirits, and the very capable guys like the red dog are still floating in the sea to inspect.

The strong only need to give them a chance to become stronger, and they will not disappoint.

"So you agreed to stop?" The emperor's eyes lit up.

"Well, of course."

The emperor felt wrong in an instant, because after speaking, the mistress actually stopped, and did not put forward any conditions!

He suddenly withdrew his spirit and returned to Mohawk, only to see that beside him and behind Thanos, a cloud of gray fog gradually unfolded.

Da da da

In the corridor like a mirror shrouded in gray mist, the sound of crisp footsteps sounded in an orderly manner.

"I seem to feel some kind of unusual power."

The tone of the visitors was calm and lazy with the arrogance peculiar to European and Americanization.

"Too many souls of the dead have not gone to death, which is different from what you said, dear."

boom! ! !

As a white calf stepped out of the fog door, the space shattered like a Wanhua mirror, and the power of terror instantly crushed all the light and darkness, black and white around, and the ice and coldness unique to death moistened every place on the battlefield. In the corner, white and foggy ghosts and wraiths swarmed out from the door, embellishing the entire space in gray.

Thanos felt bad for a moment.

Different from the main universe and other universes, in this universe, his relationship with death is actually not that beautiful.

Soon, a man with high cheekbones and a domineering face, dressed in a close-fitting armor with soul and bones, outlined a proud woman who was one head taller than Thanos and walked out of the fog door, looking at the darkness that was gradually converging there. Carl, returning to his body, tilted his head.

"Should you give me an explanation?"

Thanos: ""

In this universe, his relationship with death is actually not so good.

To put it simply, strict wife control!

Chapter 49, Thanos, Green! (3/3)

Carl outside had fled back to the battleship with his tail clipped like a bullied dog. The aura of death was too strong. Even if it turned to swallow all darkness, the suppression of the pure energy level made Carl's heart and soul shattered.

Fortunately, death didn't care about him.

Don't say you just beat your husband, even if you kill him, you don't care about his death.

Because death is death itself!

Killing Thanos instead kept them together forever, in harmony.

Feeling the white fingers in the hand armor pressed against his shoulders, the purple sweet potato essence used a pale face that was not seen in the original book and said, "I don't know what happened. They appeared too suddenly. It’s too accidental. In fact, it’s the first time I saw it today."

Even if the wife is strictly in charge, it is impossible to kneel and lick immediately!

Man, hum!

"Yes?"

The light white fingers increased slightly, Thanos immediately added.

"Of course, it is estimated that all of this is related to the necromancer from the outer domain. I felt the unknown energy fluctuations before and thought that the person here is him, so that's why he appeared here. That's it."

Mohawk blinked. If it weren’t for the power of death to be too scary, he couldn’t move, he would have liked to dig out his eyes.

Then plug it back.

Do you dare to believe it?

The most notorious horror butcher in this universe would talk to people in such a tense tone?

Even if it's just for my dead compatriots, give me a cruel bastard!

However, all of this can only exist in the brain tonic, and death didn't care about him at all.

Hearing Thanos' statement, she was stunned for a moment: "Necromancer?"

"Didn't my servants be wiped out by the Eternal and Planetary Devourers?"

As death, one of the five great creation gods, she loves the process of death itself, and has the authority to kill all creatures in the universe, but the result of doing so is that the cycle of death ceases and the universe dies.

Therefore, because of emotion and reason, and the threats of other creation gods, death almost never kills any creatures with his own hands.

At most, train subordinates and kill the living with the living.

The necromancer is her servant.

Believe in death and kill to please their gods.