Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

The hangings on the walls on both sides of the temple are full of skulls, many of which are wearing skull masks, which is the symbol of Hassan, indicating that the head is the head of Hassan who was beheaded by the first Hassan.

Hall's eyes immediately looked towards the deepest part of the temple, where stood a tall and muscular skeleton swordsman wearing a black robe.

Wang Hassan...

He was more than two meters tall, wearing a thick black armor, decorated with the skull bones of unknown creatures, light blue glow surrounded his body, reflecting the scars on the armor, which was the power of the creature's soul.

An unparalleled sense of oppression, an extremely strong breath of death.

This is the first Hassan, the Hassan who killed Hassan, and the last Hassan, who is at the top of the Assassin class.

crown.

Rather than being an assassin, he was more like a swordsman who could rush into the army and unleash Wushuang.

"A magician from another world, and the ruler of the land of shadows."

The skeleton swordsman's eyes were shining with a faint blue light, he watched Hall calmly, and said in a thick and flat voice, "Welcome to my spiritual temple, I am the old man of the mountain, Hassan Sabah."

Chapter 327 The Crown Showdown

In the quiet temple, the air was filled with suffocating oppression.

Scathach stood silently on the side, waiting for the questions and answers from the master of the temple and the visitor Hall.

Holding the big sword in both hands, the skeleton swordsman looked like a god of death announcing death, solemn and majestic, and asked slowly: "Inhuman body, inhuman face, inhuman, magician who came from outside the world, answer Oh, what are you looking for, and where is your purpose?"

Hall took a deep breath, stood still and replied: "To me, this world is like the world in the book. Reading is just reading, neither asking nor getting, at best, repaying the characters in the book. "

"Nonsense! You don't have a destiny entrusted to you, but you are entangled with many causes and effects. You have already been involved in the whirlpool."

Hall shook his head: "I just came to this world in response to someone's call. Since there is nowhere to escape, I have to go deep into it and cut off the cause and effect. In my opinion, the great cause of the magic king's burning of human reason is nothing but a farce."

The skeleton swordsman announced: "Huh? If this is the case, I will prove my destiny by death. As the dead, I will snatch the rights of the living. I will hold a sacrifice in person. Magicians, use the power that is rejected by the world, otherwise I will Accept your head."

When he touched the gate of the spiritual temple, Hall was already dead. This is the ritual that the living who step into the spiritual temple must face.

Holm faced each other silently.

The first-generation Hassan pulled out the pitch-black giant sword in front of him, stepped out, and his body was shrouded in pitch-black shadows.

Hall heard the wailing of countless undead in a trance, and his soul trembled.

He was frozen for a moment, and smelled the breath of death for a moment.

The first generation Hassan walked on death, his body had long been cursed, and even the highest level of breath blocking could not hide it.

Hall's pupils contracted violently, and when he came back to his senses, the skeleton swordsman was already standing in front of him, holding up the plain black giant sword in his hand.

dead!

will die!

The magic eye saw every detail of the black giant sword, the pitch-black blade, the gap left by the battle, the dark red blood, and the death entwined on the sword.

When I realize that death is coming, all the memories flash before my eyes like a revolving door.

Fear but no pain.

Frightened but painless.

Repent but have no regrets.

Faced death more calmly than expected.

Swish!

The plain sword slashed down, leaving a black sword aura in the air, which was the trail of death condensed by the strong death aura.

The great sword passed through Hall's body, but did not leave any scars.

puff~

Hall's eyes lost their light and his body fell to the ground.

This sword killed Hall without any doubt.

"If you don't see the destiny, the cause and effect are broken."

The skeleton swordsman's eyes flashed with a faint blue light, staring at Hall who was lying motionless on the ground. In his sight, the magician in front of him had been killed.

But he couldn't see destiny in Hall, nor could he see death. It wasn't that he missed the opportunity to die, but that he didn't have the concept of death from the beginning.

Neither dies nor lives.

He could see the aura hidden in Hall's soul body that could make the world tremble.

It was as if... there was a world hidden inside the magician in front of him.

Scathach was always calm, she didn't think that Hall was killed so easily, even if the opponent was crowned.

For a moment, a faint white light enveloped Hall, and Hall's eyes gradually recovered. He got up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his body, and sighed: "As expected of the crown, if you don't use the power that doesn't belong to this world, what happened just now? I have no ability to resist a single sword."

Without using the power of the Star Cup, in an era with sufficient magic power, Hall's strength belongs to the top level of a first-class servant, and is only one step away from the top level of Scathach.

However, just now Hall used all his magic power for calculations. No matter what magic is used, no matter how many times time is reversed, no matter how many layers of defensive barriers are built, the result will be the same.

dead.

Using the power of the star cup to restore the soul is Hall's last resort to save his life.

The reason why he didn't use the power of the star cup to defend was that Hall also wanted to experience the power of the Crown Servant himself.

If you don't do this, you won't be able to understand the difference between a crowned person and ordinary followers, let alone create Hall's own crowned spirit base.

The crown spirit foundation is created by restraining power. Since restraint can create the crown spirit foundation, Hall doesn't think he can't do it.

"Since the demon who made me appear has been pardoned, the sacrifice is over, magician, tell me what you desire."

The eyes of the first-generation Hassan were shining with blue light. He had just seen that the power emerging from Hall's body had "resurrected" Hall. It had nothing to do with destiny or the world.

Hall shrugged and looked at Scathach not far behind: "My goal has been achieved, and the next thing is between her and you."

When visiting the Azrael Temple, Hall personally just wanted to learn about the title and say hello to the first Hassan.

The first generation of Hassan stared at Scarha, and said in a deep voice: "Ruler of the Kingdom of Shadows, the destiny you seek is not in my sword. I am dominated by killing, and my body is full of cursed things. If you desire to walk and enjoy the peace of your soul, It can also proclaim your destiny."

Scatha smiled lightly: "Death is exactly what I am after. Domination and killing. If there is no end, there is no way to go. Meaningless death is a mirror that can reflect the value for me. "

The swordsmen who walk on death and the spearmen who are intoxicated by killing are almost the pinnacle of the times.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the temple, the sound of the evening bell rang.

Outside the temple, Hassan the Cursed Wrist raised his head in horror, listening to the bell in astonishment.

The bells announcing death brought clouds that gradually enveloped the valley, plunging it into deeper darkness.

The sun, moon and stars should all disappear.

Cursed Wrist Hassan saw a black shadow rushing towards the sky from the back of the mausoleum, behind the black smoke there was a bright red streamer chasing after him, at the moment when the sky intersected, a terrifying breath of death flooded the entire valley .

Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, was trembling: "The black one is the first generation! The red one... is the servant brought by Your Majesty the Magician."

"How could this happen."

Hassan, the Curse Wrist, was sweating profusely. He heard the sound of the iron door of the temple being pushed open. When he saw Hall coming out intact, he hurriedly greeted him and asked: "Your Excellency, Magician, what happened?" thing?"

"My servant wants to compete with the original Hassan."

"Competition? For the first generation of adults, there is only the difference between the living and the dead. Don't you worry about your servant being killed?"

"It will indeed be troublesome to get killed, but it can still be summoned after a lot of effort." Hall smiled.

Although he has the title, the first Hassan was not able to delete the information about the heroic spirits recorded in the Seat of Heroic Spirits outside the world.

"This..." Hassan was speechless.

Hall's magic eyes are shining with colorful light, and the vision has been tracking Scathach and the first generation of Hassan in the battle.

How to evaluate it?

The battle at the crown level is much simpler than Hall imagined.

There are no fancy treasures, no light-pollution-level light cannons, only the contest between the two sides' extreme martial arts, and the level of their respective realms.

With every collision of guns and swords, the explosive breath of death swept away. Everything with the concept of life, whether it was the weeds on the roadside or the undead in the valley, were all involved in the realm of death.

The flowers and plants withered, and the undead accepted the end calmly.

呲味味~

Hall "saw" the red curse overflowing from the magic gun in Scathach's hand, like thunder, condensed into one point, and competed with the pitch-black sword.

If you don't use the magic eye, you can only see the battle between red and black in the distant sky on the side of the spiritual temple, and sometimes there will be waves of death that freeze the soul like a tsunami.

"What is that!" Cursed-arm Hassan couldn't help being horrified.

Boom~!

The dark clouds in the sky rolled up a vortex, and a majestic and simple stone door fell from the center of the vortex.

It is [-]% similar to the gate of the underworld summoned by Hall, but it has a solid body, a larger volume, and a stronger breath.

The real gate of the underworld descends in the deep valley, opening the underworld domain.

The gods can only exert their power to the maximum in their own temples. If Scathach wants to use the spirit base of the gods, he must summon the underworld to this world.

The Kingdom of Shadows is a side of the underworld, where Scathach can exert all his power and strength.

To put it simply, the underworld is an upgraded version of the inherent enchantment.

"It's so quick to take action."

Hall's magic eyes were analyzing the performance of the crown spirit base, and at the same time, he could see that Scathach was at a disadvantage.

In every confrontation, the epee swung by the first generation of Hassan left a breath of death on Scathach's body, which gradually accumulated and evolved into the concept of death.

It is for this reason that Scathach used the Divine Spiritual Foundation. The Divine Spiritual Foundation is her real power. It preserves the immortal curse that penetrates into her soul and eliminates the concept of immortality in her body.

What Scathach pursues is death in the ultimate battle, and that is what can prove her greatest value in killing.

In front of the mausoleum, Hassan the Cursed Wrist noticed Hall's absent-minded look, and couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty the Magician, can you see the battle between the first generation of adults and your servants?"

"My magic eye can perceive my servants through the contract."

"How is the situation now?"

"It's still uncertain. It should take a lot of time to decide the winner."

Curse Arm Hassan sighed sincerely: "I was too worried before. Your servants can fight with the first-generation adults on the same level. Who the hell is it?"

"She is the ruler of the Kingdom of Shadows."

"The ruler of the Kingdom of Shadows, do you mean that she is the master of the great hero Cu Chulainn in Celtic mythology! Isn't that existence a god!?"

"It's not exactly a god. I also have a special connection with her to summon her to this world."

"It's no wonder that he can compete with the first generation, he is really an amazing character."

Hassan the Cursed Wrist could sense that Hall's attention was no longer on the topic, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The battle in the distance was extremely fierce from beginning to end. The realm and magic power contained in each spear and sword could easily kill a first-class follower, and each slight negligence could lead to death.

In fact, both Scathach and the original Hassan died many times in this battle.

The magic spear penetrated the armor of the first generation Hassan, and the curse was activated. Countless bright red spikes pierced out from the armor, hollowing out half of the internal organs of the first generation Hassan.

Scathach's body is also full of scars. Every time he confronts, every time he is cut by the big black sword, the breath of death in his body becomes stronger. The anomaly of killing countless creatures and gods and resulting in being cursed by the world is happening in the skull swordsman's life. Disintegrated under attack.

The earth was scorched black by the curse of the magic spear, and frozen by the breath of death.

The world became extremely unstable, and the concept of death permeated the earth. All things perished, vitality collapsed, and it became a death jeopardy. Even hundreds of thousands of years could not eliminate the impact of this battle.

After more than an hour, Hassan the Cursed Wrist looked up at the sky and said in surprise, "It's snowing."

Snow?

Hall's magic eye flashed with strange light, and a magic circle spread out from under his feet, covering himself and Hassan the Cursed Wrist. He said in a deep voice: "No, look carefully, that's not snow."

The sky is filled with white matter, falling lightly like snow flakes.

After hearing the words, Hassan the Cursed Wrist observed carefully what was falling from the sky: "Huh? Is that a feather?"

It was the feathers, pure white and flawless, like feathers falling from the wings of an angel.