Doomsday Hunter

Being attacked by Li Le and Xisa, the death of all things is very bad.

Yang Qixin snapped her fingers. Wei Ya understood and took off her glasses. Revealing a pair of dark purple pupils.

Purple light flashed, and the darkness in the abyss began to roll.

Furui, Yang Qixin, and even the Seven Deadly Sins are basically using the flame part in the abyss, but the equally important components of shadow and darkness have not been used a few times.

Because their bloodline is more inclined to use fire rather than shadow.

And Wei Ya is different.

She is the devil who is best at using dark powers.

At the same time that the seven deadly sins were all separated, some new prototypes of gods gradually emerged in the abyss. Such as fear, disaster, lies... These rudiments are useless when the abyss is weak. But when a large number of souls were sacrificed, the abyss began to revive the wind, and at the same time, these forces in the darkness also recovered.

The power of lies revived in Via.

The darkness silently blinded the perception of the death of all things. Hesa ​​stepped forward and shattered the bones of the hand that the artificial **** had stretched into the abyss.

Yang Qixin took Wei Ya into her arms and shared the power of the arrogant throne and the demon card with her.

Li Le stabbed a skeleton giant on the edge of the Soul Pool, and the bones around him were already piled up into a hill. The yellow sand made by the small fish washed away the bones and buried them.

Outside the underworld, the bone priest got up from the pyramid.

He knew it couldn't go on like this. Since the defeat of Steam Island in the First World War, these churches have not recovered their vitality, and the power of the death of all things has recovered to 70% of the heyday at most. Maybe Li Le and the others will succeed.

So the bone priest on the pyramid suddenly turned into a pile of bones and fell down.

And in the desert outside the Slain Bird stronghold, a weathered skeleton suddenly climbed up from the ground. A black robe and flesh and blood skin quickly covered the bones.

The priest patted the sand on his body, took out a bone staff from his black robe, and walked forward.

The leaders of religions like them can basically be said to be the agents of artificial gods in the world, sharing the power of gods.

After all, it is very important for the gods to maintain their majesty, and they can't just shoot. So these priests, bishops, the church and so on become the strongest force of a church.

He is also the closest person to God.

The old crow on the sickbed suddenly coughed dryly: "Someone is here."

Dr. Weiss, who had just completed an operation, frowned: "Who is it?"

"Bone." The old crow looked out the window and said, "Or the death of all things. Probably to destroy the Styx here and cut off those people's retreat."

"Those people from the Salvation Army?" Weiss has very little information, and he still believes Li Le's casual nonsense.

"They are not members of the Salvation Army..." The old crow was clearly lying on the hospital bed, but he seemed to know everything: "Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this."

Cults have been targeted by the Salvation Army since the last battle on Steam Island. It is said that they want to catch one or two evil gods to study.

The way of the Grey Mist Church is too wild, and it is not wrong to be attacked.

The old crow still lay on the bed and couldn't get up in the face of the approaching skeleton priest. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't get up.

His current state, to put it rudely, is called a dying struggle.

An eyeball flew out of the window and entered the eye socket of the old crow. Most of his organs have been made into undead creations in this way, which can move freely out of the body.

The old crow is trying to survive this way.

In fact, with his level of undead magic, there is no problem with what kind of undead he becomes after death. But any undead creature will slowly lose its feelings and desires, which is no different from death.

The survival of human life should refer to the survival of self-consciousness.

So Furui didn't want to be assimilated by the abyss, and the old crow didn't want to become an emotionless undead.

Yang Qixin is naturally the same.

She watched with a satisfied smile as the bones stretched out by the death of all things were chopped into pieces by Heisa cutting ribs.

The power of the abyss is getting stronger, and her consciousness is like a reef washed away in the sea, and I don't know when it will be completely smoothed out.

This is why Yang Qixin has opened up missionary rights to those churches. On the land of Eastern Europe, if all beliefs were directed towards Her Lady Queen, she would definitely go mad like those early man-made gods.

Li Le was always worried that Yang Qixin would be affected by the abyss and lose herself, but in fact Yang Qixin was measured.

Supporting newcomers, accepting preaching from other churches, voluntarily giving up the power of the seven deadly sins, even the bloodline has dropped to the marquis level, and it has not recovered yet...

Therefore, Li Le's worries are much more than enough. Yang Qixin is not afraid of taking risks and gambling, but that doesn't mean she likes to die.

Faced with the growing abyss, Yang Qixin also thought of a countermeasure - supporting an heir who can carry the power of the abyss.

Finally, the candidate has already been selected. But it will take a long time to cultivate her.

With the recovery after the abyss devoured the soul, the flames swaying in the wind in the northern part of Eastern Europe surged up violently, pushing the front back and melting countless snow monsters.

Dale Knight was fighting with the Burning Legion against the Eastern European warlords who opposed the ruling, but suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing from his face.

The wind had a faint smell of sulphur. And compared to the usual airflow in Eastern Europe, it is completely warm.

Did the abyss successfully restore its state?

Yes, but not exactly.

"Sister Charlie." A girl who looked about sixteen was sitting at the desk, looking at the fire of the abyss that could be vaguely seen outside the window and asked, "You said, why does Eastern Europe have to use such an evil thing to exist? "

The head maid stood beside her: "This is something that can't be helped... Lady Queen, they can't reshape a project to block the snow line. So they can only use the abyss left by Furui."

"My parents were both killed by Fury. Their souls should have been thrown into the abyss." The girl sighed, and then began to write the homework on the desk:

"Oh, I really hope I can be as strong as Sister Qixin. That way those things won't happen."

Not always. Xia Li shook her head. After all, Yang Qixin's relatives were all dead. The end times are so cruel, it will take everything from you.

"If I become strong enough, the children born in the last days will not die casually."

After the girl finished speaking, the head maid understood that she despised the girl. Suddenly, she had a strange feeling that she often had when she was with Yang Qixin.

"Isabella."

"Huh? What's wrong?" The little girl lowered her head and wrote her history homework while responding to the maid's words.

Charlie: "You will grow up and become as strong as Her Lady Queen. We are all optimistic about you. Come on."

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