According to the information provided by Frost Giant Wang Laufei, Beckett is not so strong.

"Hey, this vulnerable guy is your god of death?" Beckett frowned, who knocked down the bone dragon with just one punch. The strength of the bone dragon was completely different from what he perceived.

"What a weak god."

Stepping on the thigh of the bone dragon that was still struggling, Beckett raised his head.

"You guy..."

Willuz, who was floating in the air, squinted his eyes and said, "Ola."

"clear."

The real purple fantasy flower emerged from Aura's hand, and the rhizome roughly sank into Ur's body who was still healing himself!

"you?!"

Ur lowered his head and glanced at the flower submerged in his heart. The imprint of the fantasy flower petals on his arms became more and more shining, and the expression on his face was six points of shock, three points of anger, and one point of bewilderment.

"Everything is for the future of our family."

Aura watched coldly after the phantom flower devoured Ur's life force, and with a single move, Ur's body was sent to the darkest depths of the world of the dead.

At the cost of giving up Ur and killing Ur's body and sending it to the graveyard of the world of the dead, summon the legendary God of Death of the dark elves of Walt Alheim!

The ground under Beckett's feet was trembling, and the bone dragon, which was dying under his punch, was instantly enveloped by the rich isotope of infinite gemstones, and then flocked towards Verluz and Aura under the blood moon.

"I am the legendary god of death and battle among the dark elves!"

Roaring and roaring, the surface of Virluz's body, whose body absorbed all the death divinity and infinite gemstone isotopes, gradually changed.

The whole body was covered by special black metal, and the sharp claws replaced the arms of the dark elves with sharp cold lights.The shield with mysterious patterns engraved on the back splits into two sides, and the scarlet eyes are particularly conspicuous under the black and gold dragon-shaped metal headgear.

"Death, the god of battle?"

Beckett, who stood on the ground and witnessed the whole process of Verluz's changes, was filled with excitement.

boom!

Two figures staggered past under the blood moon!

The sharp claws shattered the silver armor on Beckett's body, and the sharp whip kicked Verluz into the ground!

"impossible!"

After the smoke and dust cleared, Verluz looked up at the figure in the air, his voice full of disbelief.

Now he has the power of the god of death and battle in the folklore of the dark elves, why is this man's power still...

unless……

Do not!

Will not!

This is the method that Wang personally taught him, and there is absolutely no mistake.

Absolutely, there is no mistake.

"I am God!!"

Roaring, and vaguely guessing something, Virluz raised his hands above his head, and countless gray energy streams from the world of the dead converged in his palms!

"God said, you must die!"

Watt Alheim Energy Cannon!

"God?" Beckett, who was floating under the blood moon, shattered the scratched silver armor on his body, and the black combat uniform on his body was blown by the icy cold wind, the corners of his mouth raised, and the energy in his hands gathered:

"Even if it is a god, I will kill it for you."

The silvery-white energy beam collided with the Watt Alheim energy cannon, and dazzling sparks burst out, almost blinding Hela's eyes watching...

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Everything returns to nothingness.

When the glaring white light faded away like a tide, the roaring figure that was still standing on the ground before had disappeared without a trace.

Two purple fantasy flowers fell to the ground, as if playing a hymn belonging to heaven, they danced amidst the holy prayers, then hugged each other, and disappeared without a trace in front of Hela who opened her eyes.

"Did it disappear?"

Hela, who stretched her bow and set her arrow ready to kill two birds with one arrow, frowned, and then turned her gaze to Beckett who was still in the air.

The latter was looking up at the last enemy in the field - the cursed warrior Ola.

"Damn!"

Ola cursed secretly, and retreated suddenly, but was blocked by Beckett, locking her throat.

"Tell me, where is Malekith?"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!!"

Ola wanted to curse in her heart!

You locked your throat, and the old lady still said nonsense? !

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