death game

In the death base, nine towering black towers stand under the starry sky. In the center is the reincarnation gate hidden by the enchantment, the mirror of past life, scattered buildings and giant vines.

Cyril strolled in the base, and the undead creatures with different appearances made it no different from a large magic capital, but lacked the vigorous vitality.He shuttled through the crowd without anyone noticing this non-undead creature.Walking to a certain place, Cyril stopped, raised his hand and punched a magic force on the ground, the dark golden trace disappeared in a flash, he withdrew his hand, and continued to walk to the next place.

Feralas and Azreal stood together on the floating island and looked down at the changes in the underworld. As the nicks passed by, strange fluctuations rose below.

"Time is indeed a forbidden area. It is just the simplest acceleration. Once it is used in reality on a large scale, it will cause such a big reaction." Feralas said with a smile.

Azreal held his hand, his brows and eyes remained calm.Cyril verified the law of time at the Reaper's base, and the Reaper's base was connected to Feralas's soul power, so the world consciousness took advantage of the loopholes and involved the fate of the two together.It would be fine if Cyril passed through, but if it failed, Feralas' soul might not be able to bear it at the same time and completely dissipate.

As the time formation created by Cyril operates, Feralas' soul dissipates faster and faster, and when the final result comes out, his soul will come to an end.Either succeed in one fell swoop, or completely dissipate, they have no way out.

Edmond looked up at the floating island opposite, and said, "Meredith and Celt are here."

Sure enough, in the next moment, space fluctuations came from there.Azreal opened the permission, and soon saw the two appear with Dylan and Xia Zuo.

"Feras!" Dylan and Xia Zuo were very happy to see him, but considering the current situation, they didn't pull him aside to speak.

Then the smiling Ahaz and the lonely Jethro also appeared here.

When Feralas saw Jethro, he couldn't help but want to hate him. Fortunately, Azreal stopped him, otherwise the two might have to taunt each other.Jethro was probably persuaded by Ahaz before coming here, so although his complexion was not good, it was still better than before, and he ignored Feralas' provocative eyes.

An extreme chill passed by, and the god who arrived last was dressed in white and had white hair, and his indifferent face was perfect and delicate.This is not the first time Feralas has seen Sophieri, but every time he sees him, he can't help but think of the ice flowers blooming in the white snow, which is the ultimate beauty of ice and snow, pure and cold, although It is a visual feast, but it can only be seen from a distance but not touched.

Soferui nodded slightly to greet them and then stopped moving. The whole figure looked like a delicate ice sculpture, and there was no wave in the light blue eyes.

Everyone is paying attention to the gradually forming large-scale time circle below, while Cyril in the circle is concentrating on feeling the flowing power of time, constantly looking for traces of the law of time.

Feralas closed his eyes, trying to keep his expression unchanged.His soul has become the battlefield of the game, the acceleration of time makes the loss of his soul power also accelerate, and the death game under the acceleration also provides more and more energy for him to repair the defects of the spiritual core, the two sides are in his soul Launched a power tug-of-war.

With the gradual improvement of the magic circle, the power to repair the spiritual core gradually gained the upper hand from being suppressed, but Feralas did not feel better, and his soul was still weak.

Azreal stretched out his hand to support his back calmly, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, "It will take a while to see the result, do you want to take a break?"

Feralas shook his head, "I'm fine."

Hearing that Azreal is not reluctant, he just pays attention to his state all the time.

The dark golden light lit up one after another in the dark underworld, and what appeared in the eyes of the gods above was a huge magic circle built bit by bit.A mysterious aura seeped in from the void, and Edmond and the others immediately caught this not-so-familiar aura of law, the law of time.

Cyril sensed the law of time almost at the same time as them, after all, that breath was the temptation of the law of time.Cyril closed his eyes, looking for the induction of the law. He put his consciousness into it completely, trying to grasp this induction to comprehend and try to establish a connection with the law of time.

All the gods gathered here to pay attention to his progress.At the moment when he successfully grasped the tail of the law of time and the time circle formed under his feet, he himself was brought into the void by the law of time, and Lambert also entered the void without hesitation to protect him.

Edmund looked back at Azreal, nodded slightly, and then followed Lambert into the void.

As soon as the time magic circle was formed, the small formations in the tens of thousands of dungeons were connected with the big circle of the underworld, and the death belief of the time blowout and the breath of law left by the law of time were integrated into the soul of Feralas.The lack of spiritual core was quickly made up for, but Feralas' face became paler and paler. This soaring power almost exploded the spiritual core, not to mention that now that the spiritual core was taken out of his body, he could not completely control this force. If it continues, the spiritual core will really explode.

Azreal lowered his head slightly, he naturally felt the change in Feralas, "Do you want to push back?"

Feralas understood what he meant. Now Cyril went to the void to integrate the law of time, but it was just the beginning, not the most critical moment.And the law of death is under the control of Azreal, so it will be much easier for him to fuse the law of death, but before the fusion, he must generate false laws by himself, which is bound to be hindered by the world consciousness.If you push back and choose the critical moment of fusion on Cyril's side, the world consciousness will be attracted there, and his side will be more relaxed.

But hearing Azreal's words, Feralas shook his head.A proud smile appeared on his pale face, "No need, Ai Ze, I won't lose."

Azreal paused and laughed, "I know."

Jethro next to him hummed twice, as if he really wanted to say something, but Ahaz held him back.

Azreal took his hand, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them came to a dark and lightless void.

Feralas took out the crystal ball-like spiritual core, which emitted a faint light in the vast void.

The moment Azreal let go of his hand, Feralas's fragile body turned to dust, leaving only the weak soul submerged in the spirit core.

Azreal clenched his fists, watching the changes in the spiritual core intently.The formation of pseudo-laws can only rely on Feralas himself, and Azreal can at most exclude some external factors for him.

The spiritual core is full of power collected from various places, and it is still increasing continuously. Feralas felt full when he re-fused with the spiritual core, and he felt like he was about to be burst.

It felt good to regain his power, but Feralas wasn't obsessed with it. He had more important things to do.Azreal is in charge of the law of death, and he himself was born because of death, so he is no stranger to the law of death, and he has already prepared in his heart how to construct the false law.

The power was so full that he felt uncomfortable, and Feralas didn't dare to delay. Once he regained the initiative of the spiritual core, he began to sort out the energy accumulated in the spiritual core.Although these energies were absorbed by him, they were not active before, so they were not completely under his control.

While sorting out the energies, he was also desperately compressing and condensing these energies, and injecting his own perception, so that the spiritual core evolved in the direction he planned.It is not easy to say that it is difficult to make the spiritual nucleus generate false laws, because this is a meticulous kung fu of water grinding, and it is also a moment of inspiration and breakthrough.

Feralas' plan is to shape the false law into a projection of the law of death. It is impossible to be exactly the same, but the more similar the fusion of the law of death, the less resistance and the higher the degree of fusion.He simulated the form of the law of death bit by bit, and took the initiative to minimize the power of the false law, so that the simulated similarity would be the highest at that time, and it would be easier to accommodate the real law of death.

Azreal focused his eyes on the slender and fragile prototype of the law chain transformed from the spiritual core. Seeing that it continued to grow and become clear, the fragile law chain suddenly shattered as if it had been hit hard.Azreal's complexion changed slightly, his fingertips curled up, he still suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and continued to watch.

Feralas himself was much calmer than Azreal, and he was not surprised by this failure.What broke the chain of laws was the turbulent energy transmitted from the death game. The transmission of these energies was unstable, intermittent, and occasionally turbulent like a flood from a floodgate.The Grim Reaper game that was originally used as a helper now seems to be his constraint and obstacle, but he cannot and will not break his connection with the Grim Reaper Game, because the Grim Reaper Game is the foundation of his future.

He was not hit by a failure, and quickly gathered the broken chain of laws, allowing it to take shape again and grow faster.However, this situation didn't last long before it was interrupted again, and the law chain was smashed to pieces by external forces.