So death came

59. A heart that is dominated by him

"Blame... Underworld God?" Originally, he wanted to be calm, but his voice still revealed surprise.

In the slightly dim basement of the castle, a square table filled most of the room, and behind it was a wall full of books.There was a person standing inside, and he was talking to another person.Another person sat on a chair, took a water glass from an aristocratic woman, stood up slightly, and nodded his thanks.The noblewoman nodded, twisted her long embroidered rococo skirt, and returned to the standing man.

There was a sharp pain in the hand being held.Andre withdrew his hand decisively, not bothering to deal with Death's another stimulation.

Since I didn't have the courage to destroy all of this back then, and put the things I like by my side, I should accept my fate.

You should get used to this kind of thing by now, right?

Hearing the movement, the black-haired man who was sitting with his back to the two of them turned his head, saw that it was Andre, and was exaggeratedly surprised: "Oh, you actually called me Mingshen. I thought you would call me Weird!" Uncle!"

"..." Andre's face flushed for a moment, "Uncle Weird, how did you come back?" Just as he was speaking, he was slapped hard on the head, "It's impolite!" Death shouted gloomily, "That's Can you call me? Also, why don’t you call people when you see uncles and aunts! Shout out, brat!”

"Uncle Undead! Aunt Night Breeze! Hello!" Andre said loudly, "You two still have such a good relationship!"

The God of Undead and the Goddess of Night Breeze looked at each other, and they both burst into laughter. They walked over and patted Andre's head together: "When did Andre become so talkative?"

Death's face was completely black. "What time is it still reminiscing about the old days!" He scolded unnaturally, "The enemy has already attacked the door!"

Undead God didn't realize the key point, just nodded seriously, and the smile on his face just now faded away: "You are right. We must have a good discussion."

The adults over there were talking there, and Andre quietly walked towards the god of the underworld: "Uncle Weird, are you really... the god of the underworld?"

"Yeah," Hades patted his head, with the same expression and tone as usual, "When I went on an envoy before, we couldn't reach an agreement. The God of Light wanted to start a war, so we fought. Maybe later Defeated? Always quickly I lose consciousness and wake up in the forest with no idea who I am."

The god of death and the god of the undead seemed to be talking, but in fact, their ears were always listening to the movement here.

"...Then you were arrested." At the end, Andre's tone was a little dark.

"Yeah, later, when he wasn't paying attention, at least he got his memory back and escaped."

"Well, Uncle Weird," Andre suddenly pretended to be casual, "Next time you will make me what you promised before you were caught!"

Hades showed a distressed expression: "Being a fish? Don't..."

"Okay, my lord wants to discuss business matters, Andre, get out!" Death said impatiently, and drove Andre out.

Naturally, it was not the turn of a kid like Andre to participate in such matters as discussing military aircraft, so he went out calmly.

Leaning against the broken mosaic wall of the pavement, feeling the coldness spreading straight up his back, Andre recalled the god of the underworld just now, but he always felt unable to cheer up, as if his heart was still in the panic of losing it last time. .

This was the same person from before, he was sure, and some of the questions he asked were all right.But why does he still feel unhappy?Did you think too much?

"Andre, what are you doing here? It's an eyesore." An arrogant child's voice came.

Andre Siyu looked at the person coming. A twitchy boy in a tuxedo walked towards this side tremblingly with his legs shaking, with a wicked smile on his mouth: "Jez."

"Hehe, what's wrong with you being listless?" Jez leaned closer and looked at Andre, "Say what you're unhappy to make the brothers happy."

Andre turned around and left: "You can still be so stupid in front of the enemy, should I say that your talent is just like this or you are mentally abnormal? Jezz, there is no harm in being a man with a little brain, ah."

"..." Jazz clenched his fists, stretched his short legs, ran after Andre's back, and roared, "Don't run, kid!"

***

A huge pit is in front of you.

The brown soil was cut down by a distance of five meters, and it was sunken like a large crater.Every inch of the land has been dyed an unsettling red color. There is no smell of blood in the air, but there is a strong sense of oppression, almost making people breathless.There was nothing in the pit, no grass, no corpses, not even souls.It was so dark that we could barely see each other.

"This is..." Lafite took a deep breath, and put down the big black hood, revealing the delicate face inside, "The ancient battlefield."

Andre nodded, took out something from his pocket, and threw it at Lafite: "Go on."

"Andre! You just throw the undead grains around like this! Do you want to die!" Jazz was standing idly by the side in a daze. After Andre's action, he became furious instantly, "And why do you have this in your pocket!"

"I haven't returned since the Nanbi rebellion in the vampire field last time," Andre just replied casually, then turned to look at Lafite, "Please hurry up. I'm ready." He took Out of the death scythe.

"I really can't wait any longer..." Lafite smiled wryly and shook his head, "Son, do you really like the other me so much?"

"Yeah." Andre nodded cheerfully.

"Then if you are given a chance to completely control him, so that he can never escape from your sight, and let him completely listen to you, will you agree?" Lafite gradually approached Andre, The voice became bewitching little by little, "You are in his flesh and blood, and he is in your flesh and blood. You are one, and you can never be separated. The most important thing is that he can no longer resist any order from you. Wouldn't it be better to have such a thorough grasp?"

When he said the last sentence, Lafite almost came within walking distance of Andre.

Andre's breathing was stagnant for just a moment, then he took a step back calmly, and said lightly: "It's nothing good. There is no one in the world who can completely grasp this kind of thing."

"If so?" Lafite still didn't give up.

"It's not necessary. A person like Li Xiaoyuan won't be happy. There's no need to do this kind of thing." Andre said without hesitation, without any hesitation in his velvety voice, "Let's get started, It's getting late."

Lafite froze in place.After a while, he showed a wry smile: "Yeah... how can the other party be happy?"

His expression suddenly became very lonely.As if he had finally let go of something completely, he raised his hand and patted Andre on the shoulder: "You are a good boy, treat him well. I hope you can keep what you just said when you face temptation."

"The god of death always does what he says. You must be worrying too much."

"..." Lafite shook his head and smiled helplessly, "You can do whatever you want."

Lafite turned around and walked to the front of the giant pit, took out the small box containing the undead grains, dragged it carefully with his left hand, and gently opened the box with his right hand.

A burst of dim light quickly flowed out from the box.Lafite recited the incantation, held the original grain of undead, closed his eyes towards the huge pit in front of him, and jumped without hesitation!

A gust of air suddenly exploded in front of him, and orange light suddenly enveloped the entire space in front of him.The ancient mantra was floating in the air, and a picture gradually appeared in front of him.

"This is...?" Jazz looked at the picture in front of him in surprise, his breath became short of breath, and he rushed forward suddenly, "Father God!"

Andre grabbed him and yelled, "Why are you in a hurry! See clearly, this is an illusion!"

"I know it's an illusion!" He shouted anxiously, pointing to the front, "You should look carefully!"

"I have to concentrate on waiting for the time gap to bring me back to Xiaoyuan. I don't have time to watch it with you." Andre said with a blank expression as he squeezed the death scythe tightly.

"No!" Jazz was going crazy, and he didn't have time to worry about anything else. He grabbed Andre's robe, dragged him to the side, pointed to the figure in it and said, "Look carefully! It seems to be Hades and your father!"

Andre's ice-blue pupils dilated for a moment.

The other side of time and space.

The war has reached its final stage, and both sides are fighting to the most critical moment.The first front line of the undead world has been completely lost. The enemy poured into the undead forest from Jiechuan. Fortunately, the god of death rushed to the front of the formation at the first time, leading the crowd to repel the most ferocious attack and holding back the enemy.

Although the Bright Realm had the upper hand in the battle, the price they paid was not small.As time passed, more and more gaps appeared in the already sparse front, and reinforcements became less and less.

The same is true for the undead world.Although there are many undead, they are not endless after all.There is no reserve team anymore, so we can only fight on.In a state where all the people are soldiers, even Andre and Jazz went to the battlefield.They fought under the leadership of the Night Wind Goddess.Wrapped in a thick robe, Andre fought at the forefront with a blank face, while casting spells, while using a sickle to harvest light creatures neatly.

Here, the God of Death held back the army of the Bright Realm; and in a place that no one found, the God of Undead came to Jiechuan like a ghost, and went from Jiechuan to the Bright Realm.

Hades was left behind, sitting in the rear.Under his logistical support, although the undead world is at a disadvantage, it is able to use its forces to the highest level.

The entire undead world was mobilized to the extreme under the baton of war, and everyone was cursing the God of Light, cursing the person who provoked the war for no reason in the most vicious language.

War is death.