"Bang!"

The sword of eternal grief confronts the omen of sadness, creating a large spark, Olika's figure looms like a phantom in the shadow of dusk, and wherever the dark elves pass, it emits a terrifying cold air from the underworld.

This is a curse from the Pale Queen. After being rejected by Asuyan, the Pale Queen sneaked into the ground with endless hatred and resentment. Every action of Olika was filled with the cold and viciousness of the underworld. But even so, the power of the dark elves still made the God of Death choose Inani feel friendly, even a little harmonious. The Queen of Pale is the god of the dead, and Jena is the god of death.

The cold chill penetrated into Inani's muscles, just as she experienced at the death arena of Comoros, as she experienced countless bloody battles when Beyetan broke, made Inani's heart pound. The God of Death chose to twist her body, her long hair and the red skirt under the rune suit flew up and down, and the blue flame of death enveloped the sword of eternal grief. After confronting the omen of sadness, Inani subconsciously turned back and retreated. The blue flame illuminated the courtyard at dusk and lit up Olika who was leaping in the shadows. The dark elf sneered, and the wind in the underworld became more violent.

A hundred dead souls of the elves were summoned by Olika in pain and attacked Inani together. They could not tell whether these elves were unfortunately enslaved by the Pale Queen forever or escaped the fate of being devoured by Slaane. However, the screams of countless souls made a sweat appear on the forehead of the God of Death. She knew that her strength was not as good as Olika. Although she did not understand that the guy in front of her was willing to become Ryan's servant, there was no doubt that the other party was the Primrose, Inani began to call on the power of Jena.

The power of death was called out from the void. It was an evil purple mask. He greedily stuck out his tongue and swallowed the soul of energy into his stomach and chewed it. Olika was surprised at the other party's power. She could no longer feel and control the existence of those swallowed souls. So the dark elves accelerated their attack speed. The cold wind of the underworld and the explosive destruction arrow appeared in Olika's chant.

Then, it turned into invisible!

The power of death Jena enveloped Inani's body. His power turned Olika's magic into nothingness. Inani's sword edge was as agile as it was walking around a flower. She tore open Olika's attack and dissolved the dark elves' fierce attack. She released a dying phoenix wailing. The powerful shock wave repelled Olika. Even the sad omen of the artifact in her hand could not penetrate the soul sound. The dark elves cut and flipped through the air and landed on the ground not far away.

In the first round of fire exchange between the two sides, it seemed that the dark elves suffered a loss, but Inani knew that she had lost - the other party did not directly call on the power of the gods. The god of the Spirit Clan God of Death held the sword of eternal grief in her hand. She stared at Olika with a discomfort in her voice: "Even if he is a perfect parent-child of the god, you don't need to serve him."

"Interestingly, your existence has never appeared in ancient books and the records of the gods." Olika was now trapped in a higher dimension and more terrifying state. Her body was shrouded in the shadows and the wind of the underworld. The light of the gods burned in the amber eyes of the dark elf: "I don't understand the origin of you, nor do I know why you are so weak and can still live."

"Because He is incomplete." Inani replied coldly.

"After the fall, there is no one without completeness, including Asuyan, all the gods are incomplete."

"I have no intention of debating these with you, I want to see the Primrose." Inani emphasized again: "I came to ask for remuneration and came to seek help as agreed, for the future of my clan."

"I don't think that the future of my clan needs you, a weak chicken, to save it." Olika said contemptuously. The dark elf's eyes made Inani feel stinging. It was a kind of contempt deep in the soul: "What can you do? You can't even defeat me. With your strength, at most, you can deal with a demon prince. No one of the great demons can do. Just this? Do you still want to restore the glory of our clan in the past? Just this? Do you still want to save the danger of our clan? Let Him talk to me, you are not worthy!"

Inani was so angry that she gritted her teeth but did not refute because the God of Death had appeared in the middle of the corridor.

The fire is a robe, the soul stone is a head crown, and it is purple in color, both cruel and cold, and the incarnation of the god of death, which shares masculinity and femininity, appears in front of Olika, and Kahn whispers: "You are injured, so you cannot leave the Primarch."

"What does this have to do with you?" Olika said coldly: "You are just a piece of fragment now, and you can even use your strength as much as your master."

"I can repair your soul wound through the soul stone." Inkahn continued: "Or, I can teach you the knowledge and power of the seventh way through the soul stone. You can choose for yourself, there is only one soul stone."

Olika opened her eyes wide, and the dark elf maid looked at Inkahn, as if surprised that the other party would be willing to do so.

This is not an elf at all! The other party must have had a conspiracy: "Why should I believe you?"

"The Lord of Humanity has paid the price for this." The God of Death continued to whisper: "Make a choice! Should I choose freedom or strength?"

Olika was silent, she stared at Inkahn, and could see that there was no need for the Death Incarnation to deceive her at this point.

"Join us, you can work with us to save the fate of our clan." Inani also advised: "We have paid too much to fight against our clan's enemy, but there is still hope. We will realize the great dream of defeating Slaanes and unifying the spiritual clan. We will unite the surviving tribes and rebuild our homes. We will abandon past differences and create a new society. We will unite and create our own destiny among the stars!"

Olika put away her dagger and she frowned.

If she chose to repair the soul wound, Olika could be sure that she could be free. Joining the Death Army might allow her to surround the starry sea, but she was destined to be inferior to others. Because after accepting the power of Death integration into her body, she would no longer be able to escape the control of Death Jena.

If she chooses to accept the knowledge and power of the Seventh Path, it means that her soul trauma can only continue to rely on Ryan's spiritual patterns and psychic energy to inject protection, and has greater prospects and greater development space. At the same time, it is difficult for Olika to leave Ryan. Without Ryan's protection, she must immediately face the pursuit of Slaane.

In the Fontainebleau Palace at dusk, only the sound of autumn wind blowing through the dead branches and leaves in the courtyard, and all the idle people were isolated by Olika's magic "The Shadow of the Pale Queen's Underworld".

The incarnation of Death and the God of Death are waiting for Olika's answer. Inani even couldn't help but show her expectations. If Olika is willing to join, then the seventh way will usher in a strong support. The unity of the power of the God of Death and the God of Death will add infinite possibilities to the future and a little more confidence to defeat Slaanes.

However, the Dark Elf didn't think for long. She raised her head with a smile and said her answer.

"Be able to be with your master, continue to pursue stronger power and enjoy double happiness... Then why not?"

………I am the double happiness dividing line…………

As Olika brought Inani in from outside, Ryan, who was sitting behind the desk, felt a little funny and helpless.

Faced with this famous "Regent Princess", Ryan has long heard of it. He had ridiculed his thirteenth brother, but the Gray Knight Primrose found that he seemed not qualified to laugh at him... So Ryan decided to laugh at his thirteenth brother's aesthetics. Obviously, Inani's temperament is more wild and cruel, giving people a strong desire to conquer. In terms of appearance alone, she is definitely not as beautiful as Olika.

Of course Ryan accidentally ignored that Olika was also full of wildness and violence when she was caught.

"In accordance with the covenant we reached with the Lord of Humanity and the price of saving the life of the priest, I come here to ask you for our reward." Inani was not interested in Ryan, and the shame of being rejected by Olika still lingered in Inani's heart. She calmed down and kept a false smile: "You are such a young primros. I always thought you would be like your brothers."

"Mysterious, gloomy, or full of majesty?" Ryan stood up, the primordial body was carrying his hands on his back, looking at the God of Death God. Inani wrapped herself in a tight rune suit. The suit covered her from her neck to her whole body, and even her palms and soles were half wrapped. The Rune suit wrapped around the middle fingers of her hands and feet. Her soaring braid made her look tall, but the strength of the God of Death God of Death God made Ryan feel quite interesting - Inani was only the strength equivalent to the initial level of the Holy Realm to the middle level of the Holy Realm, and was also strongly suppressed by this world. No wonder she died many times and had to rely on the power of the God of Death Jena to continue to resurrect.

And this outfit always reminds Ryan of something else.

For example, what is the anesthetic search officer, or the demon king.

"No, you are not as wise as him, full of energy and good at communicating with others." Inani said, "But that doesn't matter."

"Well, wait a moment." Ryan signaled the God of Death to wait for a while, and he went to get something.

The thing was ready long ago. The Grey Knight Primrose complained in his heart that the Death Army was coming very late. When he received the news that the Death Army would handle some personal affairs, he came to him, but he actually waited for three years!

However, Ryan immediately cursed that his logic was wrong, just like the dwarf's concept of time. As the seed of elves, ordinary people are almost two thousand years a generation, and three years is really a concept.

Just like Bellega,

The Primroot took out two things, a sharp sword burning in the flames of platinum, and a string of rosary beads made of unknown crystals.

"This is..." Inani reached out and took the sharp long sword. The blade was made of dwarf fired iron, and it had silver runes and porcelain pieces. A small piece of weird text was vaguely engraved on it, while the other string of rosary was filled with a transparent to dazzling light.

"This is the tooth of heaven's punishment and the rosary of evil retribution." Ryan said calmly: "It is engraved with the scriptures I wrote myself, and I have bathed my blood in the process of tempering, and I also have a trace of my strength."

"With it, can we defeat Sharashi-Demon?" Inani's eyes couldn't help but shine.

"No." Ryan sneered: "Xiarashi - Demon Disaster is a legendary demon under Slaanes. Its strength is so powerful that it has defeated Scarbrand. If its original body descends, even the demigod primordial body will be very difficult to deal with. Even if I am a Chaos specialist, I have no absolute certainty to defeat this legendary demon."

"What's the use of asking you for this thing!" Inani's face changed indeed.

"These two things will not make your Death Army lose too ugly." Ryan said lightly: "At least this sword can fight against Sharashi-Demon, especially its spells. As for this rosary... it can protect you from Sharashi-Demon's threat when you are about to lose. Remember, there is only one chance."

Is there only one chance? Inani didn't hesitate anymore, and she accepted the thing: "As a gift, I will give you this thing."

Inani took out a dagger, which was inlaid with a soul stone, and it was full of the power of the god of death, Jena. The shape of the dagger was very strange. It was a triangle and a vertical pen twisted pattern, and there was almost no place to hold it.

"This is the redemption of the soul," said Inani. "It can resurrect a dying noble soul, with objects limited to elves. Like you, this thing can only be used once."

"And you can't use it, only this Ms. Olika can." Inani handed the dagger directly to Olika: "I hope you can make good use of it."

Can an elf's life be resurrected?! Ryan vaguely thought of something. He didn't say much, but just nodded and signaled Olika to put it in: "Since that's the case, I can't help but express it."

"This is the reel of the space-time force field." Lane then took out a reel: "Tear it open when needed, and a space-time force field can be created to freeze a region. The duration is related to subspace energy and physical constants, but it will never be less than six seconds."

After the two sides exchanged things, Inani announced her farewell and the three giants of the Death Army will leave the world through the Internet.

"Master, her power is very strange." After the God of Death left, Olika said with great thought: "He showed me an unconceived path, some of which...is quite interesting."

"It's quite interesting?" Ryan was curious.

"Well! Just like Lilith once planned that she believed that only by resurrecting Nagas and resurrecting the Lord of the Dead can he withstand the end of the moment, the so-called God of Death's Seventh Path also believed that only when all the elves or spirits died could all be completely activated, and that Slaanes could be truly defeated." Olika shook her head: "But this is very difficult, very, very difficult to operate."

"Yes, it's very difficult." Ryan shook his head, he was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Has she tried to poach me?"

"Yes." Olika put away the dagger, lay on Ryan's back, and said sweetly: "But I still want to be with my master."

Ryan couldn't help but smile, yes, Olika said, she would be with me forever.

The two of them were a little warm for a while, and a knock on the door came from outside. A maid came in and said that the five "Sons of Brittania" were waiting for His Majesty to receive him outside.

Olika stood up and stood behind Ryan. The Knight King reached out to signal his five "children". The "Sons of Brittania" who had been circulated in the past two years entered the room one by one.

Ryan has already given new names for these five offspring, namely "Betam", "Xiafei", "Foch", "McMahon" and "Gustav".

They are five new Grey Knights, and they are Ryan’s strongest killer and final trump card at present!
Chapter completed!