The dead reality was easily distorted, but it was just a breath of effort. The environment around Beckett and Hela had suddenly changed.

The cold blood moon hangs high above the sky, and the dead skeletons creaked under their feet, which was an environment that made the two of them extremely unfamiliar.

"Woz?"

Becket looked around and lost his connection with Woz. He didn't see any of them, not only Woz, Theother, the Swiss soldiers of Zita, and even the dark elves.

Wherever the bright silver battle boots passed, several skeletons turned into ashes. Beckett, who felt no danger at all, frowned and looked up at the blood-colored crescent moon in the sky.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Beckett heard the sound of breaking wind coming from behind. He did not dodge or avoid, and let a skeleton wake up from death and punched the silver armor on his back.

The fragile skeleton could not withstand the anti-shock of the silver armor and shattered all over the ground in an instant.

"?"

Beckett and Hela looked at each other and could see the doubts in each other's eyes.

After casually solving another skeleton that stood up in shock, Beckett smelled a trace of something wrong. The number of skeletons recovered gradually increased over time, and the power of attack was constantly increasing.

"This is, the so-called world of the dead?"

"What a joke, I didn't even perceive the divine nature of death. How could this be the world of the dead?" As the owner of the divine nature of death, Hela would never admit that this place where there is no divine nature of death belongs to the world of the dead.

Just a despicable imitator who sells dog meat with the title of sheep.

"Ba,ba,ba..."

Sparse applause sounded from all directions, and three figures gradually appeared in the sky under the blood moon.

Ora with purple pupils, Verruz on the square face, and Ur with bloodstains all over his body, or Cotian.

"It is worthy of being the daughter of Odin who awakened the divine nature of death."

Among the three, Verruz had his hands behind his back, and his low and dumb voice was filled with appreciation.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Verruz, the twelve cursed warriors under the command of the Dark Elf King."

“Not interested.”

Becket curled his lips and raised his hand toward Velruz in the air. The light surging from his fingertips instantly pierced Velruz's body!

"It's very strong, but not enough."

Verruz, who was supposed to be penetrated by his heart, looked down at his bleeding chest, and a strange smile appeared on his square face.

"Your power has been seen through by the king."

Purple flowers appeared on the skeletons under Beckett's feet, clustered into a sea, and countless white bones began to rotate and merge under the harmony of Verruz's blood...

The bitter hurricane blew the blackness of Beckett, and the white bone dragon covering the sky and the earth gradually took shape, roaring to the sky under the blood-colored crescent moon!

This is a dragon that has only skeletons.

"This is the juvenile body of the God of Death evolved from all the dead in Wat Alheim. Now you can see if there is a divine nature of death in it?"

Hela's face looked ugly.

Because she really smelled the breath of death on this bone dragon, an aura of the same origin as hers.

"Hey, how much nutrient solution is left on you?"

Haila asked Becket beside her, but found that the latter was not listening to her at all. His eyes were locked tightly on the bone dragon, and an excited light leaped in his eyes.

"Hey, Beckett!"

boom!

The silver streamer flashed in a flash, and the two fists gathering power hit the bone dragon in the assembly of the dead!

As the light flowed, the newly formed bone dragon fell to the ground instantly!

"What?"

Villuz swallowed the words he said.

This is not right.

In the information provided by the frost giant King Laufei, Beckett is not that strong.

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

"What a weak god."

Beckett looked up while stepping on the bone dragon's thighs, which were still struggling with death.

"You guy..."

Velruz, who was floating in the air, narrowed his eyes and said, "Ora."

"clear."

The real purple dream flower emerged from Aola's hand, and its rhizomes were sank into Ur's body, which was still healing his injuries!

"you?!"

Ur looked down at the flower that was sank into his heart. The mark of the dream flower petals on his arms became brighter, and the expression on his face was six points of shock, three points of anger, and a little puzzled.

"Everything is for the future of our clan."

After Ora looked coldly at the Dream Flower swallowed Ur's life force, with one hand, Ur's body was sent to the deepest darkness of the world of the Dead.

At the cost of giving up Ur and killing Ur's body into the cemetery of the Dead World, summoning the legendary God of Death in the Wat Alheim Dark Elf clan!

The land under Beckett's feet was trembling. The bone dragon, which was already dying under his punch, was instantly wrapped in a rich infinity isotope, and then rushed to Verruz and Ora under the blood moon.

"I am the legendary god of death and battle among the Dark Elf clan!"

Roaring and roaring, the body gradually changed the surface of Verruz, which absorbed the divine nature of death and the isotope of Infinite Gem.

The whole body was covered with special black metal. The sharp claws replaced the arms of the Dark Elf clan with sharp cold lights. The shield engraved with mysterious patterns on the back split the sides, and the scarlet eyes were particularly conspicuous under the black and gold dragon-shaped metal head armor.

"Death, God of Fighting?"

Beckett, who stood on the earth and witnessed the changes in Villuz, had an excited light leaping in his eyes.

Bang!

Two figures intersected under the blood moon!

The sharp claws shattered the silver armor on Beckett's body, and the sharp whip legs swept Virruz into the ground!

"impossible!"

As the smoke and dust disappeared, Verruz raised his eyes and looked at the figure in the air, his voice full of disbelief.

Now he has the power of the god of death and fighting in folk legends of the Dark Elf clan. Why is this man's power still...

unless……

No!

No!

This is the method that the king personally taught him, and there will be no mistakes.

Absolutely, there will be no mistake.

"I am God!!"

Roaring, Velruz, who had vaguely guessed something, raised his hands above his head, and countless gray energy flows from the world of the dead gathered in his palms!

"God said, you will die!"

Wat Alheim Energy Cannon!

"God?" Beckett, who was floating under the blood moon, shattered the silver armor that had been shattered on his body. The cold wind blew the black combat suit on his body. The corners of his mouth were raised, and the energy in his hands gathered:

"Even God, I will kill you."
Chapter completed!