The black cloak descended, and the sickle symbolizing killing and sanctions exuded a strong dead aura, and when he appeared, he turned into hell.

The god representing death, Danathus, the son of the Night God, possesses the supreme divine position even among the gods.

The pressure on the witches to summon such a great god suddenly increased. It was completely different from the gentleness of the forest god at that time. The God of Death only appeared that the temperature around him dropped sharply. Xia Peiji, who was powerful in witchcraft, could not support him, and the fine sweat beads on his forehead were flowing down.

"Puppet Master, can you take charge of death?"

The iron chain connecting the sickle and his arm made a clanging sound. The sickle in his hand drips through a black light, and the space between the two suddenly changes. The witches, the witches who are dancing and drumming are all twisted.

A door suddenly appeared in front of you.

The crystal clear jade but with a majestic gate, Roger was shocked and said in a lost voice: "Shrine",

The gate of the temple.

He had a deep memory of this sect and would never remember it wrong.

The space shifted rapidly, and neither Death nor Roger moved, but the door floated towards the two of them and passed through their bodies.

A divine light shone down, and the holy and warm light was not really illusory, but the warm and comfortable feeling was very real.

He saw two lifelike statues in the solemn hall, and a tall silver throne in the middle.

Before he could see carefully the temple had passed through his body again, he was shocked to see a vermilion gate behind the throne.

Without entity, the vermilion-red gate of space forms a vortex that seems to be able to swallow everything.

Without any sound, the vermilion door also passed through his body, and all the space he could see was moving quickly.

Behind the vermilion door was a creepy scene, and he saw the shadowy shadow and the pig-headed monster. This time he saw its appearance clearly. Its long fangs were three times taller than ordinary people. It was quietly guarding behind the vermilion door.

The cold wind blew, and Roger and the god of death seemed to sink quickly.

Roger then realized that the Wild Boar Man was just the first floor of a large funnel. There were several floors below, but no one knew about it, but he soon saw a ball of fireballs rising rapidly.

He knew that everything he saw was not real, but he could feel the fire of the fireball.

He seemed to see a vague figure in the three-meter-diameter fireball, but the fireball was too fast and he had already flew past his eyes before he could see clearly.

With a loud "boom", the fireball collided with the vermilion vortex like a rainbow that penetrated the sun. The rapidly rotating vortex suddenly stopped. Under the impact of the fireball, two powerful forces completely exploded. The flames turned into red sea of ​​fire spreading around, and the fire waves spread layer by layer in all directions.

The red vortex door was even more fantastic and magnificent under the impact of the flames. In the end, its power was swallowed up little by little under the blazing flames. The door under the flames turned black and no longer rotated.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe",

"Ha ha ha ha",

Roger heard a tingling laughter.

The gate of hell turned black and was no longer under the control of God. The evil ghosts in hell no longer have to be bound. He saw the master carrying a sledgehammer on his shoulder walking out of the gate of hell first. He kicked over the silver god throne, and endless black shadows quickly occupied the temple.

"call",

The space around was twisted again. Roger saw the witch beating the drum in front of him again, and the space they were in had changed back.

Death put away his scythe, and there was no face under his black hood, only nothingness.

"That's hell?"

When he came to his senses, Roger found that his forehead was covered with sweat.

The god of death said: "The gods are falling, the demons are raging, the door to hell has been opened, and the catastrophe is coming."

His empty words seemed to be prophecy. Roger remained silent.

He really doesn't know anything about God, Demon, Hell.

"Puppet Master. Will you accept God's gift? Take charge of the power of death and regain the order of hell."

Roger smiled bitterly and said, "I am just a mortal, can I do it?"

"You are the one I chose, the most suitable person to dominate death."

"Dover the Death", Roger chewed these four words carefully, and he looked up at the Void under his hood and said, "Tell me, if I can control death, can I also find the soul of the dead person and let her return to the world?"

Death said: "It depends on how much you can dominate. The puppet master, with the power of God, you will be able to do anything."

It has been a long time, but Roger suddenly remembered the fire in Kanding City, and suddenly remembered the powerlessness of watching Lolita's life disappear.

"Okay, I accept your power, I will dominate death, I will bring hell back to order",

As long as he can see her smile again, he will do whatever he wants even if he gives everything.

"Remember your promise, puppet master",

Chains stretched out from the cloak to bind Roger's body, and a black breath spread out from the cloak, and a trace of it came to Roger's body along the iron chain. Roger's valve completely released and accepted his power. In an instant, the source power in his body was subjected to a powerful impact, and the originally calm source power seemed to boil in a flash.

He clearly felt that the power of God became full in his body, and his source density continued to increase. The limit that he could not cross was easily broken under the impact of that force.

Shaman was surprised when Roger came out of the witch club, staring at him as if he had seen a monster.

He was wearing a black cloak, holding a sickle wrapped in iron chains, and exuded a strong aura of death. He didn't seem to have walked out of the witch association, but he just returned from hell.

"Danatus, the god of death?" Shaman asked in surprise.

Roger took off his hood and nodded and smiled.

He had gray hair and a different kind of coldness and determination on his face. His original immaturity had long disappeared.

"Oh my God, it's really the God of Death. You were actually chosen by God of Death." Shaman couldn't calm down his shock.

She thought it would be great if the middle god could attract this little ghost, but she didn't expect that the God of Death, who has the supreme god, would actually attract him.

How powerful will the divine power that controls life and death be?

"Miss Shaman, can you predict the future of death?"

Roger joked.

Shaman calmed down and smiled and said, "Little Devil, you did surprise me, but I also have a news that surprised you."

"Oh, what is it?"

"The Burial Cult has entered Sloke again. It depends on the situation. This time, Sloke is doomed." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!