"Sure enough, it's a bit of a pity. Since you are seen by the old man's dead eye, it is impossible for your right hand to move again. Even if it is replaced with a prosthetic leg, it is impossible to use such a beautiful magic skill just now. But it's a shame to give up without doing anything. "

"What do you mean?"

Shaka frowned in confusion.

"Surrender and be my new seedbed. A powerful woman like you is fitting to become the mother of the new Celtic hordes after I destroy the entire Celtic horde. "

Not a marriage proposal, the demon god said in a commanding tone. She probably didn't expect that.

"When the time comes, I can make you the rightful Mother of the Evil Gods. "

That's not painting a flatbread.

Destroying the entire group of gods by himself, Balor's strength is absolutely fine.

In terms of killing gods, the gods have no advantage over him.

Moreover, if you kill Balor as a god, no matter how many times, the other party will be resurrected.

Therefore, if you want to kill him, you can only descend to the heavens as a human or cultivate a strong enough human hero.

However, this is not something that can be done overnight.

"How?"

Barol looked at Shaka in a victorious manner, his obscene gaze undisguised.

In mythology, Barol is a womanizer.

Shaka's appearance was also enough to arouse his desire.

To this, Shaka laughed.

"It's ridiculously proposed, not to mention that it's impossible, even if it happens... Now that I'm the deacon of the Queen of Halloween, I've come to the lower levels and become the Mother of the Evil Gods, where do you put the Queen's face?"

Hear here.

Barol couldn't help but frown.

"You're the Queen's deacon?"

"Of course, you should also know what the consequences will be if you casually swindle under the name of that person and be found out, right?"

Of course Barol knows.

Eternal rebirth shall not be made.

The Queen's personality is very distinct.

While cherishing his reputation, he also has a strong desire to control.

If it's hers, it has to be hers, even if it's discarded, and if it's broken casually by someone else, it will invite trouble.

Even Barol, who is the [Finalism], does not want to be the enemy of the queen casually.

After all, although his essence is [end-of-the-world], it is nothing more than a mythical apocalypse.

Unlike the final trial of mankind, if it is sealed for eternity, it will be a collapse of the Celtic myth at most, and it will have little impact on human history.

Even if you don't get killed by the queen, you have to worry about the seal.

"You guy, you can't be stalling for time, are you?"

Balor suddenly remembered the scene when Shaka looked into the distance before.

Since then, her expressions and attack patterns have completely changed.

There is no such thing as seeing death as if it were before, but it is easy to play.

Even if his right hand is abolished by his own dead eye, there is no intention of panicking.

"Wait—"

Suddenly Balor remembered something.

"Since the Celtic gods are out of the protection of the Queen's name, you, as the Queen's Deacon, will not be here. "

At the same time, Shaka does not lie.

"In other words, you were really sent by the Queen? You're here to find out something. "

There must be some secret, perhaps a secret about the Celtic myth.

But—

In order to delay himself, the other party even exposed this kind of information.

Thinking of this, Balor's face suddenly changed.

This kind of information cannot be leaked casually, even if it is delayed.

Even so.

Shaka said it anyway.

That is to say-

She has the means to solve herself.

"It's... Is there any support?"

Moment.

Barol reacted.

Moreover, it cannot be ordinary support.

Shaka is not stupid, and to make such a judgment when he knows his power shows that the person who came must be very terrifying.

At least, in Shaka's judgment, the power of support made it impossible for him to escape.

"Sure enough, let's take the lead in killing you, this kind of thing, after destroying the Celtic gods, how many will there be!"

In an instant, Balor struck suddenly.

But—

At this moment, the speed at which the black shadow struck was even faster.

The blade turned into a black shadow could easily cut through the mountain, and in an instant, it knocked Balor, who was about to attack, into the air.

"It's... The Shadow of the Dragon's Gift?I remember the lower level was... Vampire stuff, right?"

"Oh, I didn't expect to be remembered by the famous [Finalism], it seems that our vampire clan's efforts in the box court over the years have not been in vain!"

Leticia was the first to arrive and save Shhaka from a desperate situation.

However, Barrol had an annoyed expression.

The Dead Eye opened in an instant, and he wanted to kill everyone in front of him as fast as he could, and then leave.

He wouldn't be naïve enough to think that the vampires he was in front of him were support.

There's no way he's a threat to anything like that.

The support that reassures a person like Shaka, who is at the pinnacle of martial arts, can't be a vampire, someone else must be there.

He didn't want to take a risk, after all, the person who sent Shhaka was the queen.

"In that case, let's disappear into history, vampire girl!"

The magic light of the dead eye swept in.

The gift bestowed on [Death], even if it is a thousand gods, can be killed with a single blow.

It's impossible to resist a mere vampire.

And yet—

A flash of purple destructive energy galloped towards the end of the horizon, instantly blocking the magic light.

The two forces intertwined and instantly dissipated above the sky.

"What——?"

Barol was speechless in shock.

His Gift of Death cannot be easily blocked.

After all, that is the main reason for his status as the [Finalism], and it is also one of the trump cards.

In an ordinary state, let alone resist, even touching it is impossible to do it.

Want to do offset.

Only the opposite or similar power of death can be done.

The purple energy just now cannot be the opposite of death.

In other words, the opponent's power can also be inflicted on [Death].

Moreover, Barol, who sensed the truth of the gift, couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"It's not an ordinary gift... That's the power of power, I see, is it from the top?"

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