After that, it immediately realized its mistake, and an unbelievable smile of apology and irony appeared on the snake's face.

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten that the ancient snake language has long been a lost language. From the current standpoint, it is only proper to communicate in human language."

"I don't think there is any need for communication between the two demigods who are bound to die."

Rope smiled on the surface without letting down the wind, but he had already become vigilant in his heart.

The majestic divine power is ready, and a powerful evil divine technique can be created in just a few moments.

The ancient snake man shook his cyan head.

"After countless thousands of years, you are still exactly the same as in the past... full of chaos, irritable, sadistic, and warlike. From the look of you, you know that the gods of you, the old dominators are not in the seal at all. Reflecting on the reasons for my defeat..."

As it said, a dilapidated wooden staff appeared in the hand of a lizard's claw.

There is no killing intent, no hostility.

With just a slight pause, Rope felt the distortion of the space behind him.

The dragon's huge figure gradually disappeared like a mist, and was teleported to absolute safety by a powerful demigod, belonging to the "Rotten Realm" in Azakaron's territory.

Even if the main **** is lost, the kingdom of God still remains.

This is the glory that belongs to the second son of Order, a powerful and unmatched dignity.

"This little girl is too reluctant..." the ancient snake man sighed.

"The dignity of the dragon is always so elusive, but as the only companion, I can't really leave it alone as she said... if the strength is lost, we will lose it. We have been waiting for countless years. Waiting for hundreds of thousands of years...it makes no difference."

"interesting."

Rope sorted his suit.

"Do you mean that you must be the one of us who will leave alive?"

"Maybe, maybe not, how can I know if I don't try it?"

The ancient snake man's smile became ferocious, becoming more like a poisonous snake.

"Little devil, I can see that the "petting" on your body is almost overflowing. Berkrug, Atrak Nakya, Itakuya...Even the two abominable and respectable gods Nayaratotip and Yog Sotos have left marks on you, But don't underestimate us. "

It raised the head of the snake slightly.

It was like that long ago, respected by creatures of order.

"Even if the glory of His Majesty Azakaron disappears in the long river of time, I, the current leader of the Order, Sman will never allow this kind of harsh trampling on the Order of the Dead."

"Sman..."

Unexpectedly, Rope had an impression of this name.

To be precise, it comes from the impression in the information about Azakaron.

Rumor has it that the first dead priest who slaughtered the world and tried to provide power for the Lord was High Priest Sman.

After that time, the priest of death was also given the title of "crazy death." In the ancient records of various order races, the danger sequence surpassed the existence of evil spirit creatures.

-A living legend.

"Although I'm curious how you survived Vovados..."

The erosion characteristic unique to the Cthulhu family happened again next to Rope.

The unknown smell of divine power is like adding an unimaginable poison to the earth, further torturing this land that has just been baptized by "death."

"But, will your priests of death only defend their remaining dignity by showing off their past glory?"

Hearing this, the ancient snake man raised the wooden staff in his hand.

Heavy smashed down.

Even the wind that Rope's "ruler of the sky" could not determine was a wind, a storm that was not a storm, so violently erupted.

The unidentified storm blew away everything, including the land that Rope had just eroded, and turned into dead gray objects one after another.

With just one blow, the magical effect of the black-haired young man was eliminated, and it almost affected his soul.

Sman is not ashamed of its legendary name.

"If you think of me as that little dragon girl, I will be very troubled. She is just a young junior."

Sman said.

"But what you said is correct... staying alone in the kingdom for too long has made me talk a lot. Facing the once mortal enemies and opponents, my heart can be so peaceful, is it the result of the essence of my lord... …Forget it, whatever happens..."

The shabby robe of the ancient snake man shattered.

Its body keeps climbing up, twisting, and finally turning into a terrible deformity that humans can't imagine.

Wearing a bone crown on the top of the giant snake, "death" is draped on the scales like a veil.

The sky was affected by Sman's huge divine power, and it was clear that it was still a clear sky, but the blue that was borne by the sea slowly faded and turned into a decayed dark gray, even the sun's rays were blocked.

This impact, I am afraid that there are more than two demigods in this area.

Inferring from this explosion of divine power, at least the sky seen by all intellectual creatures in North America is the same as the current Rope.

——The loss of life creates the "dead realm" of death.

When Sman despised the "death of order," in its eyes life was no different from rubbish. Even if such a divine power deployment would even kill the entire North American people, Sman didn't care at all.

It is thinking of only one thing now.

Then, when the misery escapes to the end of life, put this demigod who dared to stop it from calling Azakaron to an end.

This is like the epitome of the battle between Azakaron and the evil gods.

Order and chaos, a battle between two demigods of equal personalities, and different camps.

"Order. Compulsory death."

Sman's twisted arms waved the wooden staff.

At the next moment, Rope's eyes widened.

The keen sense of the demigod made him aware of the fading traces of vitality.

Everything, including humans.