I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"No, you are my... great benefactor!" Almost saying the word 'hand', Du Lin hastily added three words.

"Really?" Scathach didn't care, staring at the dark statue of Assassin in front of him.

The orchid flames were released from the skull's eyes, and the old man in the mountain held the big sword in both hands, and blue flames spewed from the wound on his abdomen: "Ahhh...it is a wonderful journey, a wonderful end to me... ...However, why is it so weak?"

Scathach frowned, "What?"

In the hall of nothingness, the old man in the mountain said with a sighing voice: "Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows... Your own spiritual foundation is still a little too weak, almost making me disappear, almost enough, what a pity... ...However, this pure skill battle is undoubtedly your victory!"

Du Lin was surprised and said: "You want to say, just now you just fought with pure limbs? You really don't admit defeat in mecha..."

"No, Gordo... what he said is not wrong. I'm afraid the magic power he released before is just a little power that he can't suppress the infiltration of the house?" Skaha said with a smile.

When she fought against the old man in the mountain, she naturally knew how powerful the opponent was, and it was simply impossible to kill him so easily.

"Then, this is the end of the battle of skills. Your presumptuousness in this temple will also end here." The old man in the mountain suddenly put down his words, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Quietly, neither teleportation, nor some kind of transparent power, but as if entering another space from this space.

Du Lin's expression froze: "Transparent?"

The voice of the old man in the mountain still came from the hall: "Blesser of the underworld, please get ready!"

"What?" Scathach looked at Durin.

Du Lin opened his mouth, and felt a cold feeling from all around him, how familiar it is at this moment.

This was the first feeling he encountered when he arrived in the underworld after he 'died together' with Gaitia, but the temperature here began to drop continuously.

In less than two minutes, the frozen air of the underworld that this palace was infected with was comparable to the breath felt in the depths of the underworld behind the seventh gate of the underworld.

For comparison.

Using Netherland's power system, Ai Lei's power covers the whole area, so at this moment, the old man in the mountain is the strongest single player!

"I can only shoot one sword. If you take this sword, I will let you go. If you can't catch it, your body will be cut off by my sword, and your soul will return to your protector."

Du Lin: "..."

That is to say, after this expedition is over, you can go to the desert, you can go to see the Lion King, and after the singularity is over, you can go back to Olga for benefits.

As for not being able to take it, you can go to see Ailei... It's really a difficult choice!

In the darkness, the old man in the mountain had a panoramic view of Du Lin's expression: "...Do you have no fear of death? Are you looking forward to it? As you wish——"

The next moment, from the center of the entire hall, the gloom was shrouded in complete darkness.

"Enchantment?"

Du Lin's expression was solemn, and he raised his wand instantly, and rounds of cyclones enveloped himself and Scathach.

"Instant death resistance increase", "removal of negative effects", "defense power increase"...

One after another cyclone crazily sounded on Du Lin and Scathach.

"Listen! Evening Bell pointed out your name... Feather of Death, do you want to behead?"

Bass (cheng) -!

Like the bells of a cathedral at sunset.

In the darkness, suddenly shrouded by two huge ghostly blue fires, a horned skeleton appeared in front of Du Lin's eyes, staring at Du Lin through the empty double holes, the world in front of him suddenly changed like an inherent enchantment.

Passers-by in the mountains walked towards him and Skaha step by step holding shields and swords. Both Du Lin and Skaha froze in place.

Can't move!

【elegy】

Still unable to move——!

The old man in the mountain put his sword on the ground. At this moment, Du Lin's whole body was cold, and Scathach's body was also frozen in place.

"You are dead!"

The pitch-black world recedes, turning into a patch of wild grass in the blink of an eye under the setting sun.

Angel feathers float in the wild sky.

The sound of the evening bell echoed in my ears... Afterwards, the world returned to its original state!

……

During the brief stagnation of tens of seconds, when Du Lin and Scathach regained their consciousness, the two existences took a sharp breath at the same time, and broke away from the suffocating world.

The old man in the mountain stood opposite them, under the hollow skeleton, he couldn't tell what kind of expression he had.

"Can't you kill your head? I'm defeated in skill, and even the guardians of the underworld can't take your life. I really hate it!" The old man in the mountain said in a low voice.

Du Lin: "..."

Skaha: "..."

"My sword can't take your life, which also means that the heads of your guards, the guards of the curse arm, can no longer be swung down by me again. Forget it—" His tall body turned to the curse arm: "The head of the curse arm Weng, your leader will be left behind for the time being. When the Lion King incident is over, I will come to the door in person, please be prepared..."

Curse Wrist stared blankly at the scene of the gods fighting, lowered his head and knelt down on one knee: "Yes, then Curse Wrist will come with his head."

"Then why don't you leave now? The desert to the west is the direction of your next destination. There is also the Great Prince, the death messenger of the underworld, what you have done in the underworld... When this world enters the end Yan, please come as soon as possible! The underworld has changed because of you, and it should be resolved by you. At that time, your head, my sword, will usher again... let's go..."