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In a rage, it brandished the terrible weapon in its hand, swinging it wildly at the air around it, so the probability of hitting something was quite high.

The three mercenaries also knew how dangerous this would be, so they didn't need to communicate much and just rushed forward, holding what looked like ordinary hemp ropes in their hands.

The Death Messenger only felt that his hands and neck were tied by something, and then there was a huge pulling force, which made it impossible for him to swing the weapon in his hand smoothly.

"You will suffer the most terrible punishment! Let me go! Otherwise, when that adult notices my disappearance, you will be finished!"

Even with his neck strangled, the Messenger of Death could still make clear sounds, filled with extreme anger.

But the three people came here for revenge, with the only purpose of killing the messenger of death. As for what would happen next, they never considered it.

The Death Messenger, who was not yet an adult, was far less powerful than his father, and the three mercenaries were only slightly weaker than him, so the Death Messenger was unable to break free for a while.

With a clang, the short sickle made of unknown material fell to the ground, and the messenger of death felt his body gradually falling apart.

This hemp rope has the ability to restrain its body, which puts the Death Messenger, who relies on the magic energy in his body to maintain his appearance, in a very dangerous situation.

Based on the transmission of force in their hands, the three people also discovered this. They didn't expect that the body of this messenger of death would be so fragile after becoming smaller.

A ferocious smile appeared on their faces. The time for revenge had come, and they roared out loud in order to exert their strength.

"You stupid guys..."

The voice of the Death Messenger has become weak.

However, something strange happened!

The light green cover on the outside trembled and then shattered.

All of a sudden, a feeling of impending death enveloped the three people who were fighting desperately.

The Death Messenger also showed an expression of surprise and joy on his face, "My Lord! Are you here?"

There was no answer, but the gradually changing scene around him explained everything.

The original big pit was no longer there, replaced by a dark and sticky swamp. The sky was empty, and the boundless feeling of oppression almost suffocated the three mercenaries.

All their equipment disappeared, including their clothes, and the three of them were left naked, with terrible scars all over their dark skin.

"Captain! Where exactly is this place?"

the hooded man asked in horror.

He lifted his foot and felt very uncomfortable because of the unknown black sticky substance stuck on it.

"Didn't the Death Messenger just say it? It was done by its master! This was all done by the master it said it was!"

Even though the captain tried his best to remain calm, it was of no avail. The trembling in his voice showed his panic.

The three of them looked around, trying to find the exit, but it was obviously futile.

Rumble…

A huge friction sound like a mountain moving was heard, and the three people, who were already frightened, immediately looked in the direction where the sound came from.

A mountain made of bones rose from the black swamp, and countless centipede-like creatures crawled all over the mountain in the most humble manner. At the top, there was a gaze that seemed to be looking down on everything.

What a great existence! That gaze is death! Nothing in the world can escape death! Death is everything! And facing death, everyone should be afraid!

This is the situation of the three mercenaries now. They are extremely scared, and no matter how great their hatred and courage are, they are so vulnerable at this moment.

They all knelt down, their foreheads touching the ground! It wasn't about begging for mercy! This was the minimum attitude to face death!

In the wait that seemed long, the three of them still did not hear the voice of death, because at this moment Death was listening to the speech of the messenger of death.

On the highest bone peak, sat a creature wearing a pitch-black crown and a cloak decorated with twisted symbols. Although it was in human form, it had no facial features and its skin was ink-black. The two round spots of light were its eyes, and other than that, there was nothing on its face.

After the messenger of death finished his story, his gaze of death moved downwards and fell on the three humans who were so weak that they could almost be ignored.

Forget it, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are.

Without any movement, the souls of the three people automatically floated into its body.

This is even worse than a mosquito leg.

"My messenger, you must find the soul-guiding lantern. I don't have much time."

The sound of death is so unreal that most people would think it is an illusion if they don't listen carefully.

However, as a messenger, he naturally heard his master's words very clearly.

"I certainly will, my lord." The Messenger of Death nodded with great certainty.

Death, one of the oldest gods in existence, was born even earlier than the Supreme Court. A fallen prophetic god once speculated that Death had been active in the universe even before the continent was formed.

At its peak, its power was second only to the Supreme Court. Unfortunately, because it was the creator of the first continental disaster, it was destined to be the loser in the general trend.

Every disaster that happens on the continent is destined by fate. Fate is a set trajectory that the Supreme Court must abide by. Therefore, the Supreme Court will not get involved in major disasters, and will only let the gods and intelligent beings on the continent solve it themselves.

The end of the catastrophe is also destined, so no matter how powerful death is, it will be defeated in the end. Fate is more unreasonable than death.

After Death was defeated, many gods at that time became furious and wanted to seize the power over Death.

There is no authority more powerful than death, which is the first under the court!

The battle for the throne was once again earth-shattering.

Especially the evil gods, who jumped directly from the darkness to the surface, using all means possible and at all costs, determined to seize everything before the Supreme Court could intervene.

Fortunately, Death knew what the consequences would be if he lost, so he just disappeared, making it impossible for the gods to find him.

The gods, who had worked in vain, directed all their anger on the evil gods. The power of the righteous gods was generally much stronger than that of the evil gods, and the killing of evil gods was allowed by the Supreme Court, so many evil gods who were slow to escape were directly beaten to death.

Although death has temporarily escaped disaster, the fall is also inevitable sooner or later. If there is not enough soul to replenish, then as time goes by, the strength will be exhausted by the authority in the body, and eventually the authority will have to be handed over.

After countless years of preparation, Death used a portion of his authority and secret techniques to create the Death Messengers and the Soul-Guiding Lanterns.

There is only one Death Messenger per generation, and it reproduces asexually, so it is very precious.

They can walk around the continent without being discovered by the gods, so it is the safest place to live. This is also the reason why Death can still survive until now.