This witch calls me daddy

Chapter 93 God of Death, Golin
The rolling dark clouds chased a purple-red lightning through the tunnel of time and came to a void, overlooking the mountains and forests in the night.

"Basilian! Let me see where you... run this time!"

The roar in the sky seemed to come from the netherworld, lingering and making people shudder.

The purple-red lightning seemed to have come to life, suddenly connecting the sky and the earth, and a thunder struck straight down, igniting an old tree with a crooked neck.

Taking advantage of the moisture and stagnant water on the ground, the lightning quickly jumped and zigzagged, heading straight for the nearest house!
It was Lu Ye’s ancestral home!

A few lightning bolts jumped, and a series of wall lamps exploded!
Bai Ling and Hua Shanshan, who were still playing in the room, were startled by the sudden flickering of lights. Then, they vaguely saw a purple-red light and shadow coming in through the window and heading towards the two of them!
The lightning flashed away, and the two of them had no way of reacting.

……

At this time, in the mountains and fields, dark clouds continued to gather in the sky, and the eye of the storm had formed, forming a huge whirlpool, revealing the cold breath of death.

Between the vortex and the earth, the dark clouds gradually rolled and gathered, gradually forming a vertical and slender outline, standing like a hanging curtain between the sky and the earth.

The shape resembles a huge figure wearing a black robe of death. The whole body is composed of dark clouds. Only the two bony hands and the sickle in the hand glow with a cold light.

At this time, this huge figure was looking around, seemingly looking for something.

No introduction was needed, Lu Ye recognized this classic look.

"grim Reaper?"

Thorns snorted softly: "Just a disciple of the God of Death."

She casually took off her peaked cap and threw it to Lu Ye.

The next second, her long hair, which was not short, suddenly drooped like a waterfall. As her body grew taller, her long hair also fell to her feet.

Black bone armor covered the body, and the cold light was harsh. A pair of bone wings also struggled to open from the back, stretching and shaking, making a crackling sound.

Ayilan moved her neck and stepped forward with a crackling sound.

Lu Ye held the peaked cap, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Anjie: "What are you happy about?"

Lu Ye: "She is... very handsome... Haha, I also started to like watching the transformation." After saying that, he looked at Anjie: "You haven't changed?"

Anjie shook her head slightly and shook her pocket watch: "I'll upgrade it first."

Lu Ye understood, put his peaked cap on the table, found a tall dead tree, climbed up in twos and twos, and saw Ayilan walking enchantingly towards the direction of death's curtain.

The adult Ayilan's voice is low and majestic, with a murderous air:
"Who did I think it was? The stench is both familiar and annoying. It turns out to be you, Ge Lin."

When the death-like dark cloud heard this, it suddenly roared and looked over with a sickle in hand.

His face was indeed pitch black.

"Who! Dare to call the God of Death by his name!"

The hoarse voice didn't sound like a human voice. It was full of coldness and terror, and was sharp and harsh.

Ayilan laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Is it just you? Are you worthy of calling yourself a god? The last time I saw you, you were just a dead soul being buried in the cemetery. Why, after being blessed by a god, do you think you are a god? "

The dark cloud figure roared again: "I am the human representative of Lord Death!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the huge scythe struck directly in Ayilan's direction!
Ayilan's bone wings shook, causing a puff of blood mist to rise up. Her whole body turned into a scarlet light, and she hit the death sickle head-on!

when!
She also had her scythe in hand, and she collided head-on with the huge death scythe!
The Death Scythe bounced high, but Ayilan fell gently.

With the collision of lightning and flint, it seemed that Ayilan had the upper hand!
Ayilan snorted and smiled: "So, what blessing did your Lord Death give you? His Death Scythe? Oh oh oh! I almost forgot, His shabby thing was broken, and the sharpest Death Scythe was The broken blade... seems to be with me!"

As he spoke, he turned the flower in his hand and pointed the scythe at the other party: "So, impostor, what qualifications do you have to claim to be a god in front of me?"

The word "I" is emphasized.

Only then did the other party figure out who Ayilan was, and he let out a weird smile: "It turns out to be a thorn of flesh and blood. You are a scoundrel who has abandoned the realm of death, a creation abandoned by the gods. It turns out you are hiding here..." "Hiding?" "

Ayilan's wings grew again, and her blood became richer. Even when faced with the undead messengers covered by dark clouds, she still managed to survive!
"What do you and your cowardly gods have that I can hide from?"

The blasphemous words completely angered the Death disciples. With a roar, more trumpeted Death clouds appeared. Each one dragged a long tail of smoke and rolled towards Ayilan.

The breath of flesh and blood does not show weakness, without those little tricks of clones, just one person and one sickle, monsters will be destroyed wherever they pass, and there will be no enemy!
Seeing the two guys from the same death magic system fighting each other, Lu Ye looked at the still continuous drizzle in the sky.

Raindrops filled with the aura of the undead fell to the ground, corroding the earth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flowers wither, bankers wither, and even schools of fish struggle to jump out of the water.

The undead civil war is certainly nice to watch, but this fight is a bit of a waste of crops!

She turned back and asked Anjie: "Can we set up a time and space barrier? If we continue to fight like this, the mountains and forests will be destroyed."

Anjie was still setting up the formation and competing with the small watch hands. After hearing this, she also looked towards the mountains and fields, frowned and shook her head:

"I tried it just now...it didn't work."

Lu Ye was surprised: "Why? It was possible before."

Anjie: "There are many possibilities, but the most likely is... that he represents a higher level of time magic rules and excludes my intervention."

Lu Ye was surprised: "Higher-level magic rules? Isn't he one of the undead? How can he reject your time magic?"

Anjie didn't understand either: "Maybe he has protection, blessing, or other magical artifacts..."

Lu Ye couldn't help but frown.

Seeing Ayilan tossing and flying, fighting with the dark clouds of death, she probably couldn't lose, but she didn't have an absolute advantage.

In other words, it is difficult to win in a short time.

Looking at the dark clouds in the sky and the huge eye of the whirlpool, Lu Ye wondered, shouldn't this last a year? .

If the fight continues like this, until the rain of death has completely eroded the earth, there may not be a winner.

And even if we win, the price will be too high.

"Is there any way to speed up the closure of the rift?"

Anjie frowned and thought: "Today's... is not a time and space rift."

"what?"

Anjie looked up at the sky and explained slowly: "The rift is a short-lived time and space spell that comes and goes quickly. The reason why it is allowed to be used is because it has minimal damage to the rules of time and space... But this one is not The rift is a space-time channel that is fully opened..."

Lu Ye frowned: "So he won't disappear in a short time??"

Anjie nodded and said in a heavy tone: "Yes... This also shows that he probably has something that originally belonged to us."

Lu Ye looked at the Death disciples writhing around the thorns, and his heart became heavy.

When thorns come, it is said that the Tower of Time has fallen and power has fallen. Now, suddenly a god of death pops up and drives through the time channel. Does this mean:

Have the order and rules of time and space fallen into the hands of others?

The erosion of the magic world is becoming even more difficult to control...

His gaze fell on the eye of the dark clouds and wind.

You have to find a way to unplug it!

　The disciples of Death chanted silently: "O God, please give me your blessing... Just leave it in the comment area..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)