The day to become the final boss

Wan Mo felt a lot of pressure on the work of the god of death. There are tens of thousands of people who should die every day in this world. In the first period of time, he was exhausted every day and still couldn't complete the task.It wasn't until the term of office had been extended to more than 6000 years that there was no improvement—he used the extra law of death in his mind and the huge magic power to integrate some ancient dead souls that were originally floating in the world, and created a new kind of death. Species: Deathbringer.Wearing long dark cloaks, they are skinny, with a shape between life and dead souls, holding a huge black sickle, wandering in the world.

Tens of thousands of hardworking messengers of death have made Wan Mo a hands-off shopkeeper. From being exhausted to being too idle, he would occasionally spend some time designing a A series of frightening and powerless death traps.He made a copy of his memory and kept it carefully. 6000 years is too long. He was afraid that he would forget all the things in the previous world, that he would forget that he used to be a human being, and numbly continue the profession of death into eternity.

This secondary space is transformed from the main space where Wanmo lives, and even the beliefs of human beings are roughly the same, but what makes him speechless is that his image is also changeable among human beings: in the eyes of Orientals, he is the King of Hades The Greeks called him the great Hades when they saw him. The Europeans thought he looked like their own creation, the Messenger of Death. The most speechless thing was that in the eyes of the Egyptians, he had a dog's head. ==

But there are exceptions, such as those who have no belief in death and have special magical powers, and a very small number of people can see his real body.

Wan Mo sometimes wanders in the world, because of loneliness, in order not to let people feel the terrifying breath of death on him, he specially made a large transparent cloak that can hide the breath and has the function of invisible objects.

Time passed like flowing water. One evening, Wan Mo passed a small river wearing a cloak. The small river was not wide, but the river was deep, and the current was fast and swirling, which could easily drown a cow.

There are three young men who want to cross the river.

There is no bridge, no boat, not even a strong rope, but it is easy for them to cross the river because they are wizards.

A young man threw a strange plant, a second young man chanted a spell to make the plant grow quickly, and the last young man made the plant's branches tangle with each other and climbed to the other side of the river, becoming a bridge.

They are three brothers.

Wan Mo stopped and looked at the three brothers with a smile. Two of them were about to end their lives. "Oh, you showed me some nice spells, three gentlemen."

The boss snorted softly and raised his chest and head proudly. He seemed to think that it was a great honor for ordinary people to see spells, and he was not qualified to talk to him at all.The second child looked a bit decadent, with dark circles under his eyes, he glanced at Wan Mo and didn't speak.The third child showed a slightly apologetic smile to Wan Mo, and bowed slightly, "I'm glad to receive your compliment, sir, this is just a trick."

"No, no, no, don't be humble, young man." The corner of Wan Mo's mouth twitched, and the third child gave him a strange look. You must know that Wan Mo's appearance is only in his twenties, and he is older than him , it is not appropriate to use the word "young" to refer to someone older than yourself. "You guys put me in a good mood and I want to give you some rewards."

"What can you give us, sir?" The boss dragged his arrogant and sarcastic long tune, with a look of disdain.

"That depends on what you want to get." Wan Mo squinted his black eyes, still smiling, as if turning a blind eye to the boss's arrogance.

The boss looked him up and down, tapped the wand in his hand gently, "I want the strongest wand in the world," the corner of his mouth curled up disdainfully, "Do you have it?"

wand?For a wizard, a magic wand is an important tool to concentrate magic power and enhance magic power control. A good magic wand can even increase magic power. This is an ambitious person.Wan Mo glanced at the boss indifferently, and casually broke off a branch from an elder tree by the river.

The boss looked a little annoyed, he felt that the man in the cloak was fooling him.

Close the hands holding on to the elderberry branch, cover it with the other hand, and then reveal it bit by bit. Every time it is revealed, the elderberry will flash a faint black light until it is fully revealed. It has become A black and shiny magic wand with knobs like human finger bones!

Wan Mo handed it to the boss, "As you wish."

The boss stared dumbfounded at the elder wand, it was indeed a wand, its power could be felt even without touching it, but it was just elderberry a minute ago!He felt the wand calling to him, calling to take it for himself immediately.

The boss respectfully took over the wand with slightly trembling hands. He could feel the power of the wand, so how terrible must be the person who made this wand in such a short period of time?

Most powerful wand?The corner of Wan Mo's mouth kept rising. Indeed, the magic wand made by the god of death is of course the most powerful. It is powerful but unknown. You will not live long.

The second child looked at Wan Mo with excited and complicated eyes, "Do you... have something that can bring the dead back to life?"

"Bringing back to life?" Wan Mo pursed his lips, "Of course." He saw the second child's eyes suddenly come alive.He gently hooked his fingers into the river, and a black stone flew into his hand. With his palms closed, a faint black light emerged again. "Turn it three times in your hand, you can revive the person you want to see."

The second child took the stone, seemingly too excited to speak.

Wan Mo turned to the third child, "So, what do you want?"

The third child's vest was already covered in cold sweat.

If it is unimaginably strong to be able to make the strongest magic wand in the world in such a short period of time, then it is far beyond the scope of human beings to be able to make items that resurrect the undead at will. Damn it, it involves the law of death!A long time ago, the third child learned from ancient books that only the god of death can control and use the law of death!

Or maybe this mysterious man in the cloak was fooling them. That stone didn't have the law of death at all, but he was definitely untouchable by the three brothers. Such a powerful person would give precious magic items to the first time for no reason. Meet strangers?He really wanted to remind the two elder brothers to be more vigilant, but obviously they had been dazzled by the treasure.

"What do you want? Young man." Wan Mo amusedly looked at the fine sweat on the forehead of the third child who was forced to calm down. This child is very smart.

"I... I want something to hide," the third child said with some difficulty, "When I want to hide, no one can find me, including... Death." His voice was dry as if It squeezed out from the throat, but stared at the mysterious cloaked man in front of him without flinching.

cut!Damn smart.The corners of Wan Mo's mouth twisted, and he took off his long cloak reluctantly, which became transparent as soon as the cloak left his body (the aura of the god of death is too strong, and the cloak can only weaken the aura for Wan Mo But it cannot be invisible, and it will turn black because of the strong breath of death) "Of course, for your cleverness." The moment he threw it at the third child, Wan Mo's uncloaked body erupted into a terrifying, unbearable I couldn't help trembling with a sense of oppression, and then lost my figure in an instant.

The third child felt the coolness and silkiness of the cloak in his hand, and put it on without hesitation.

When Wan Mo returned to his old nest, he suddenly felt that he had heard about sending things to the three brothers today. He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it was a memory from when he was a human being.

After thoroughly reviewing the memories of his previous life, Wan Mo suddenly felt that he was cheating—the Elder Wand (the Elder Wand), the Resurrection Stone, the Invisibility Cloak, the Grim Reaper, the three brothers, damn it, this space is Harry Potter? ?

The boss got the strongest wand, he found the wizard who had been enemies before, and killed him with an overwhelming advantage.The power of the wand made the boss ecstatic. He felt that as long as he had it, he would be invincible in the world. When he got drunk in a tavern, he could no longer keep this secret. His strong sense of superiority and self-expansion drove him to tell others Bragging about the power of the wand, bragging that there is no second wand in the world that can beat it!

That night, a powerful dark wizard crept into Boss's bedroom, slit Boss' throat, and wrested it from the fool who didn't deserve it.

The second child turned the resurrection stone three times in his hand, resurrecting his beloved woman who died before the wedding, hoping to live the happy life he dreamed of, but unfortunately doomed to disappointment.She became indifferent, as if her former lover could not be seen in her empty eyes, like a walking dead, she lost all emotions, and looked at the man who resurrected her with empty eyes every day, as if telling that she did not belong to this The world of the living.

The second child couldn't bear such a lover, he decided to stay with her all the time, but not in this way.On a dark night, the second child hanged himself with a hemp rope.

The third child got the news of the death of his two brothers, and also heard that the second child really resurrected the woman some time before his death. He was even more sure that what he met that day was the god of death. He wore an invisibility cloak in fear and lived cautiously. .

But he didn't know that Wan Mo never looked for him, because he was destined to die.The invisibility cloak was originally made by the god of death, how could it really be hidden from the eyes of the god of death?

Until one day, the third child's face and chin were covered with wrinkles, and his back was bent. He took off the cloak of invisibility and put it on his only grandson, and then he saw the familiar figure from many years ago.

He is still exactly the same as in memory, with black hair and black eyes, his face is young and handsome, with the unique delicacy of oriental people.

"It's been a long time, old friend, will you take me away?" The third child sighed with a smile. He suppressed the urge to see his dear grandson for the last time, and secretly warned himself that he could not, because he would be discovered by the god of death.

Wan Mo looked at the old man in front of him with a smile, yes, although he has no invisibility cloak, it is also a good interest to watch a smart man spend his whole life cautiously guarding against him.

"If you want to take a last look at your grandson beside you, I have no objection." Wan Mo is not in a hurry, the messenger of death has done a very good job of harvesting souls these years, he is here today to see the third child, knowing that he has been hiding for nothing all these years expression.

"..." The third child didn't know if the cunning god of death was deceiving him.

"A very cute child with messy hair. Hug him one last time. He is only a few feet away from you." Wan Mo was very satisfied to see the third child's big mouth.

"You... can see?" His mouth was open like a dehydrated fish.

"Do you think?"

"..." The third child didn't know what to say, he was tricked by death.

Wan Mo didn't take back the invisibility cloak in the end, because he recently found a way to pass the time-sleep.Sleep for decades.