Death: This Death is not serious

"An existence of the same status as me."

Yhuhabach muttered to himself, holding a spirit arrow that was almost as long as a person, staring at the front with a serious look.

"Even closer to my father than I am now."

As the dust was blown away by the storm, Yuhabach clearly saw the captain of the Death God slowly approaching.

He seemed to hold the whole world in his hands, and the air with a strong bloody smell rolled up the white feathers, while his cold eyes under his black hair stared at Yuhabach.

"You use your power very well. It seems that I am not alone, and I am not as fragile as I thought."

Yhuhabach nodded in appreciation, with a flash of relief in his eyes.

These powers are obviously beyond the control of mortals, even with the help of the Collapse Jade with some power of the Spirit King.

This person of the same status as him, what else can he be but the Son of God?

This young Death God is most likely his brother.

Once, he thought his brother was the "half" of the one named Haschwald.

He had the same ability as himself, called the power of soul sharing.

But compared with himself and Aozaki Mazuki, Haschwald was too weak and no different from ordinary people.

Now, this young god of death has shown great strength and potential, which has made Yhwach very interested in and expectant of him.

Perhaps, he is really his brother, the one who is qualified to be treated equally by him and stand in the realm of transcendence.

But if he is really his brother, wouldn't he want to replace that high and mighty but extremely humiliating existence?

As a supreme god, he is imprisoned and enslaved by despicable mortals. What a humiliation!

"Not alone? Don't tell me stupid things like you want companions too. You don't seem like a sentimental person."

Aozaki Mazuki stood with a sword, revealing a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Gradually, his indifference was replaced by a fiery heat, as if boiling blood was surging in his body.

"Are you still not going to open those eyes? You should understand that in your current state, you are definitely not my opponent. If you continue like this, you will definitely die!"

Aozaki Mayu shouted loudly. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Youhabach seemed to hear a hint of urgency in his voice.

"It's hard to understand. I don't know how you know my power, but if you open these eyes, I will come to the realm of God. Are you really not afraid?"

Youhabach was a little moved, and his heart began to waver.

He didn't care about the lives of the Quincies.

They were just servants driven by the King of the Quincies at will. They were not companions at all, but consumables that could be sacrificed at any time.

However, every time he tried to open those eyes, an indescribable fear surged in his heart.

This feeling made him hesitant and he didn't dare to take that step easily.

Moreover, Aozaki Mayu's attitude was too weird, as if he wanted him to open his eyes.

However, who in the world would expect the enemy to become stronger?

"Well, when you are about to die, you will naturally do what you should do."

Clang!

A sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the pure white sword was slowly swung in the air, and Aozaki Mayu's momentum was just like the spiritual pressure emanating from the sword, gradually turning from the initial indifference to sharpness.

"Death is your predetermined fate!!!"

Along with the sound of the sword breaking through the air, the murderous intent and madness were like erupting lava, gradually evolving from insignificant details to a terrifyingly powerful force.

Before the voice fell, although Aozaki Mayu had not approached, Yhwach had already instinctively retreated.

It was not until he came to his senses that he realized that he had subconsciously chosen to escape because of this momentum.

He did not feel fear or anger, but came to his senses. It turned out that Aozaki Mayu had never had any killing intentions. The fierce fighting just now seemed to be tense on the surface, but in fact, he did not care about his life or death. It was just a prelude to the coming storm.

All these killing intentions gathered in his heart, like a sword in a box, which continued to accumulate and settle until the peak, and then gushed out like a sword out of the sheath.

This guy was just playing around just now, and now he really wants to kill me?

Yhwach's eyes overlooking the future seemed to see death.

In his eyes, the person in front of him was not the captain of the god of death, but a furious and roaring beast, which reminded him of an "old friend".

Thousands of years ago, in the endless despair, fear and wailing, the flames of anger suddenly emerged.

It was because of the long-term suppression that it was so terrifying when it broke out.

"I understand, and I also want to see if your anger is qualified to force me into a desperate situation."

YhwachHabach raised his arrow and watched the death god in front of him raise his long sword.

The dark clouds in the sky began to swirl, forming a huge vortex.

Aozaki Mazuki stood in the sky like a god of destruction, his black and white robes exuded black and white spiritual pressure, and his waist-length hair fluttered, making it difficult to see his face.

His eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, as if to tear the entire space apart.

Yhwach felt unprecedented pressure, but he did not retreat, but instead showed a hint of excitement.

He knew that this battle would be a life-and-death contest, and as long as he defeated the opponent, there would be no more opponents ahead.

Opposite the huge Quincy cross emblem in the center of the royal city, Yhwach stood quietly in front of the execution pillar, wrapped in a black robe and emitting a blue light.

Compared to Aozaki Mazuki, he was more like a brave man who challenged the gods.

There was silence all around, no one moved, no one spoke, and even the noisy London became quiet in their ears.

On this stage that determines the future of the three worlds, only God and the challenger confront each other.

Stone chips floated in the air, like white snowflakes.

After a while, a black shadow flew down from a distance between the two.

With a "bang", the head of a strange bird splashed with blood, which made Youhabach narrow his eyes slightly.

He recognized it at a glance. It was the final form of Lijie Barro's perfect body. This bloodthirsty bird of prey that always brought him victory was now falling from the sky.

At this moment, Youhabach suddenly felt a powerful force coming.

He looked up and saw that the god who was overlooking the world suddenly lowered his head. Through the gap in his hair, he saw a pair of indifferent eyes.

At the moment of looking at each other, he felt his head swell, and vaguely seemed to see a terrifying picture.

The blood gathered into a river, winding and flowing, dyeing the earth into a scarlet.

The black king's body was broken, and his limbs were scattered everywhere, like a broken doll.

These limbs gradually merged to form a huge throne, exuding a turbid smell.

The throne stood at the end of a road full of corpses, as if it was the entrance to hell, or the gate to heaven.

At the top of the road full of corpses, the white god looked at the world indifferently.

That look made people hesitate.