I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

5 Chapter Fifty

"Hey—!"

I heard it, You Lian of Xixing Temple heard the sound of the evening bell.

Under the guidance of the old man of the mountain, a holy and magnificent bell sounded in her ears, which was blended with the gray-purple death energy.

Not only heard, You Lian of Xixing Temple even vaguely understood the meaning Zhong Ming conveyed to her, and the time for the verdict has come.

Following the destiny's guidance, Youlian of Xixing Temple locked onto the real person's body and soul, and even saw the real person's death line and the countdown to life.

"This, is this the world in Grandpa's eyes? Everything can be killed, and everything is mortal!"

"Hey—!"

The bell rang three times, and Saigyouji Youlian couldn't help but walk towards the real person with his sword in hand.

"Can you hear it? This bell is ringing."

Accompanied by the old man of the mountain's low voice, You Lian of Xixing Temple raised the sword of death and swiped across the real man's neck.

"This is the end of your destiny. Accept it and free your soul. This is your last chance to enjoy a peaceful sleep."

It was only when Zhenren sensed that the sword was attacking that he noticed Youlian of Xixing Temple in front of him, but his body could not dodge.

"when!?"

Killed with a sword, You Lian of Xixing Temple successfully killed the real person, but the fly in the ointment was that he couldn't kill the real person together with the soul.

"Well done, You Lian. After all, it is the first time to follow the destiny, even if the craftsmanship is rough, it is not unacceptable."

The old man of the mountain praised softly that he had already made a plan to help Xixing Temple Youlian's imperfect assassination.

The bitter cold wind of Northrend roared past.

On the Frozen Throne, a tall and burly figure sits here.

He squinted his eyes lightly, wearing a torn black robe, under which was a thick black armor covered with slashing and slashing marks.

His face was covered with a pale skeleton, six pairs of night-like wings gathered behind him, and the surroundings were surrounded by dark wind and dark fire.

The death knell echoes in His ears, and the inexplicable long-lasting call lingers in the deepest true self of the soul.

The meandering river of Styx crawls at his feet, the pagodas of eighteen layers of hell embellish his majesty, and the phantoms of death and Hades await his dispatch.

In front of the throne.

left.

One, the great sword of the sheep-headed demon pierced the frozen rock.

On the body of the sword, mysterious runes are engraved, and an ice-blue magical glow flows.

Right.

A magic wand with a snake head and a bead in it, ups and downs and spins.

There are seven evil snakes wrapped around the wand, and the painful snakes hold sacred stones of different colors in their mouths.

After the throne.

air.

For one round, a golden mechanical clock hangs high in the palace.

On the clock, there are twelve runic numbers arranged neatly and regularly.

Between the exquisite gear bites, the sword- and dagger-like hour and minute hands click.

The palace built of thousands of years of ice is empty and cold, with only the wind, frost, white snow and the forgotten people buried underground.

However, just today.

The first visitor finally arrived here.

Although he was not a good person...

Although he was put in on purpose...

But he is indeed the first person in history to penetrate the soul of the dead monarch.

In front of the empty throne and imperial steps, the real person appeared in a state of embarrassment with a seriously injured body.

When he kidnapped the mountain man and used his magic to touch the soul of the mountain man, his fate was doomed.

The real person's soul was dragged into this place without any resistance, like a meteor captured by a supermassive celestial body.

"Here, where is this place? Why am I here?"

Daoist looked around blankly, and then noticed three murals carved on the walls of the palace.

The burly Sorcerer King held high the staff of Ainz-Wool-gon, and all kinds of aliens and demons were kneeling around him.

The Lich King, who is as brave as a knight, holds Frostmourne flat on the Nightmare, behind which gathers a raging endless sea of ​​undead.

The man of the mountain is as unstoppable as a berserker, holding a sword of death and a shield of dragon scales. The heads buried under his feet are piled up to form the Valley of the Dark.

【Monarch of Death】

A name that real people never knew emerged in his heart, as if it had been engraved in the instinctive fear of life from the beginning to the end.

"Hehe, it's impossible..."

Even an optimistic guy like Zhenmao couldn't laugh at this moment.

"Can this monster-like soul really be transformed?"

On the Frozen Throne, the great existence slowly opened its eyes, and the bright blue soul fire danced in the eyes.

"Do you want to touch my soul? It's really a world-shaking move by a mayfly..."

The invisible aura was overwhelming, and the real person bent his knees and bowed to the ground. He felt like he was carrying several mountains on his back.

"Hahahaha, I can't do it..."

He propped his arms on the bone-chilling frozen rocky ground, and tried his best to raise his head to look up at the figure sitting quietly on the Frozen Throne, his strange-colored eyes were wide open, and his inner expression fluctuated violently.

"Like this kind of soul that is close to the rules, or has become one with the rules..."

Without any explanation or explanation, the real person understands His existence.

It is the eternal master of death, the embodiment of the will to die, giving equal end to all things in the world.

He walks in the underworld...

He walks in the underworld...

He walked through the eighteen levels of hell...

He walks in the death of all things as in His kingdom.

He is death, one of the greatest fears of all living beings, and the ultimate destination of all living beings.

"The brilliance of the soul that is as bright as the scorching sun, compared to it, I am nothing but dust."

Accompanied by the solemn bell, the real person slowly disintegrated and dissipated, embracing his own eternal sleep.

"Is this the posture of the strongest in the world?"

The old man of the mountain did nothing and destroyed the real person with just the pressure from the soul level.

Because the real person's ability is too special, letting him enter the underworld is like letting the tiger return to the mountain and the tiger join the flock of sheep.

Therefore, the old man of the mountain chose the safest method, and solved him once and for all, and took away the real man's innate skills by the way.

For the undead, inaction transformation is the best auxiliary ability.

Whether it's augmentation, treatment or transformation and shaping, it's all done with ease.

"An interesting ability, but to me it's still tasteless, so let's leave it to the juniors who can use it to study."

After putting away the technique of turning into a ball of light, the old man of the mountain turned his attention to the long-lasting call that lingered in his ears.

It was a sound similar to the chiming of an evening bell. The mountain man didn't know where it came from, but he knew that the way to transmit it was the rule.

To be more precise, it is the rule of 'death'.

The old man of the mountain has always known that there are still hidden secrets in his soul.

Otherwise, he would not be reincarnated three times, and every time he would inevitably have difficult entanglements with 'death'.

Up to this life, the old man of the mountain has gone through four lives and four lives, but he has never had any clear memory of the first life.

Who was he before becoming Suzuki Satoru and becoming the Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown?

Chapter 551 begins when fate changes

Clearly remember, the first life is real.

But in my mind, there is only an impression similar to a setting.

What about the name?What about age?Do you have family?Do you have any friends?How did he die again?

Even at his current height, it is difficult for the mountain man to recall anything important about his first life.

This made him even more convinced that the reason why he could be reincarnated into different worlds many times was absolutely inseparable from his first life.

The call in the ear made the old man of the mountain feel kind.

Out of his prudence, he had never listened carefully to what it was conveying.

But now, after so many journeys, and with a small improvement in strength, is it time?

It should be.

But it shouldn't be now, because I haven't made complete preparations.

At this time, the old man of the mountain seemed to have returned to the era of the Sorcerer King, and carefully filled it up.

"Youlian and Youyouzi are still waiting outside. There has just been such a big commotion here and it is not suitable to stay for a long time."

The old man on the mountain thought so, his eyes slowly closed, and his consciousness gradually separated from the depths of his soul.

"After the matter is dealt with, I will make some preparations. As long as you are [-]% sure, you can try it."

At the same time, You Lian of Xixing Temple is still immersed in the aftertaste of his first successful death.

Death energy is Xi Xing Yao's innate ability. She was born to be close to the underworld and the law of death.

From the first encounter to the death of the old man on the mountain, Xixing Yao had an uncontrollable throbbing feeling, as well as awe and longing for the law.

Now, under the guidance of the Lord of the Mountain, Xigyouji Youlian used law-level power for the first time.

This realization was enough for her to digest for a long time.

When You Lian leaned on the sword in Xixing Temple and felt enlightened, the other people or demons who had just witnessed the death process also had their own thoughts, and it was difficult to have peace.

"You Lian seems to have become more powerful again, that's great!"

Saigyouji Yuyuko is the most innocent of the bunch, she is just happy for her friends from the bottom of her heart.

But Feiju and Fujiwara Meihong thought more.

"The scourge is finally dead."

Seeing the real person handing over the head, Fujiwara Meihong breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Xixingji Youlian with complicated eyes.

"Be careful not to offend her in the future. Besides Mr. Suzuki, there is one more person who can kill a Penglai person."

Although when she first became a native of Penglai, Fujiwara Meihong hated this physique very much.

When he was weak, the characteristics of the Horai people only brought inextricable pain to Fujiwara Meihong, especially when encountering the Phoenix.

That is simply an endless cycle like purgatory.

However, after Fujiwara Meihong successfully devoured the phoenix and became stronger, the bonus of Penglai's physique really began to emerge.

After Fujiwara Meihong has experienced a lot, especially after encountering a series of cheating incidents such as the Demon Village, it can only be really sweet.

There is a saying from the sages of China. Yes, it is called: If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

Find out the way to your house in the morning, and you can prepare to die at night... Is that how it should be explained?

It takes 30 years for others to take revenge in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, but for her, it would take revenge without overnight, and she would crawl back from hell to avenge that night.