The strong breath of death and decay swallowed the coffee table and sofa in front of Edward.

The "Wishing Magic Lamp" on the corner of the coffee table grew two thin legs and jumped onto the sofa where Edward was sitting.

Edward sighed: "Do you want me to live in another place? I paid for the room rate for three days."

He raised his leg and kicked the coffee table with only one-quarter and two corners left, and the glass table top was smashed to pieces on the ground.

A pair of closed huge wings appeared out of thin air like a cocoon, with their wings spread out. The god of death, who was successfully resurrected with their own descendants, appeared on a complete tile opposite Edward. The surrounding space suddenly filled with death, and everything became a little dim.

"Salinger" and "The Emperor of the Underworld", the god of death, which has many genres in history, can make everything die even with its eyes. The angel king stared at Edward Vaughn, also at the wishing lamp, and suddenly spoke:

"Extraordinary."

“You have given Him blessing.”

"It's an alien god." Edward corrected, "Yes, I gave Shia Palenque Eggs some blessings, and at the same time, He also made some deals with me and owe me something, so you will succeed in resurrection in this way."

The god of death was indeed as quiet as the dead, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuation. He seemed neither happy nor angry at this result.

"Who are you?" asked the God of Death.

"This question is an extra price." Edward shrugged, "I wanted to directly exchange the answer for your reward, but unfortunately I can't do it now."

The God of Death did not answer, and it did not matter who the external gods were, because they came here for only two purposes - the extraordinary characteristics of adjacent paths, or the source of adjacent paths. Just know these two.

It is too early to start worrying about the external gods now. If the God of Death is asked to order his threats, the first ones are the two adjacent real gods, the God of Night and the God of War, then the Northern Continent, and then the River of Eternal Darkness, and finally the matters of the Doomsday and the External Gods may be considered.

Similarly, only by solving these things can we have the meaning of worrying about the end of the world.

"Our cooperation is a win-win situation," said Edward. "If you are not satisfied, you can kill me now."

Death looked at Edward, and he concluded that this was a trap, so he left without hesitation.

"It's really inhumane."

Edward pulled out the magic lamp of his wish from behind, stood up and patted the gray, sighing: "The God of Death has reduced my clothes by at least three years, and I have to do new ones again."

He patted the Lamp God: "Let's go to the territory of Katami and start early so that they can catch fish in troubled waters when fighting."

The front was originally a wall, but it was completely decayed. Edward jumped out of the hole in the wall and jumped into the spiritual world.

Taking this hotel as the dividing line, behind is an empty city, and ahead, the road that the god of death has turned into a lifeless death land.

...

In the spiritual world, in front of the Calderon ruins, a space suddenly twisted.

Death walked out of the bright colors and stepped into this city that originally belonged to the immortal Grey Carrie.

Da, da, da.

He hovered down the stone steps, walked to the bottom of the city, and the spirits wandering in Calderon fell to his knees.

Walking into the blocked hall, under the bird-shaped bronze statue, the surface of the stone tablet was carved with warnings given to future generations by Grey Carrie.

“Even the gods cannot get rid of them;”

"Even if you die, you will be detained."

The god of death glanced over the words made of abstract birds and tiny snakes, and walked around the stone tablet and down the gray stone steps again. After a while, a dark, unrealistic flow suddenly appeared under His feet.

Its surface cannot even light, just like flowing black mist.

With the arrival of the God of Death, the quietly flowing river has turbulent waves.

It rolled up a vortex at the feet of the god of death, as if it wanted to drag the dead into the water, but the god of death was not affected, but instead motivated its spirituality to blend with the tributary and try to control the other party.

Due to the dereliction of duty by Azke Eggs, the resurrection leader, the god of death slept for a total of 1,300 or more in the river of eternal darkness, almost becoming a part of this source.

Now, He returns from death, and is blessed in disguise.

The whirlpool of the River of Eternal Darkness is getting bigger and bigger, but it is still impossible to pull the God of Death standing by the river back to sleep.

Finally, the violent vortex gradually shrank and returned to calm. The black mist-like river water surrounded the god of death, like the curtain of the dead.

TBC

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You will probably see the comments after today.... I have dreamed that comments have been lifted these days.

It seems that some readers can't accept it because of Xiya's death. I hope to have more characters... I will not comment, please express your opinions.
Chapter completed!