At the same time.
The plane of death, a world where gray and white blend together without a trace of life.
The base area that originally surrounded the Temple of Death like blazing flames was now closed in again, leaving only the Daxia Underworld headquarters!
The red flag was pulled down.
Death gods in black robes were densely packed, surrounding the headquarters of the Daxia Underworld like a black ocean.
In front of the gate of Daxia’s underworld, the last red flag is flying.
Like the last flame!
At this time, Daxia's underworld was also in chaos, everyone looked nervous, and fierce quarrels could be heard in the underworld hall.
"If you ask me, fight him out!" A grumpy Daxia heroic spirit wearing a division-level military uniform slammed the table: "Damn it, I don't believe it. How can these death gods with sickles give you anything?"
us……"
"What can't be done!" A Daxia general on the other side pointed at the opponent's uniform that was chopped to pieces with a sickle and said: "The other side is really worried about us this time, and has mobilized 100 million walking reapers!"
"One hundred million!"
"I know you are holding your breath, but please calm down. We are less than half a million people, and our roots are not yet stable. Even if we absorb some souls from other planes as comrades, we will only have two million people!"
"A fight against fifty of them? That's the God of Death after all! If you could really hit fifty of them by yourself, your clothes wouldn't be chopped to pieces by the Death's Sickle!"
The grumpy Daxia Yingling wanted to say something else, but in the end he just slammed the table: "Fuck!"
"If I didn't have guns and cannons...these god of death with a sickle would be worthy of being my enemy!"
"Back in the day, when I had a gun in my hand, even the God of Death had to stand still and endure a fight between two giants!"
Ksitigarbha, the master of compassion, who was sitting in the first place, finally sighed.
"Stop arguing. You are all the Yamas of the Tenth Palace that I have conferred. If you argue like this, what will you say if the warriors see you?"
Ksitigarbha said, slowly stood up, and said with a complex expression: "This situation is indeed very troublesome."
"We haven't developed yet. The other side doesn't hesitate to leave 100 million undead souls in the plane without anyone to guide them, and they also want to bring back 100 million walking gods to besiege us."
"With this kind of quantity...even our guerrilla warfare has no chance to be used."
Guerrilla warfare!
Although Daxia's heroic spirits were still at a disadvantage in terms of numbers against the Death Gods protecting the Temple before, they relied on their guerrilla warfare to chase down the Death Gods protecting the Temple!
But guerrilla warfare also has limits!
It’s true to say less and more, but 2 million to 100 million... this is simply a dream!
"What's more, this time the other side sent three Death Gods. They are among the eight Death Gods under the Lord Death." Master Compassion sighed: "The Death God also divided the rules of life and death refined from the Book of Life and Death.
Gave them some."
Daxia Yinglingnington, who was granted the title of Yama, was stunned for a moment: "Can't I even defeat you?"
The compassionate master sighed: "If the book of life and death is in my hands, I will naturally not be afraid."
"But now..." Master Compassion shook his arm, revealing a ghostly claw mark under his sleeve. It was an injury caused by the last time he fought with the three gods of death, and he has not recovered yet.
He really can't beat him!
For a while, the atmosphere was heavy.
"Damn it, what should we do next!" A Yama gritted his teeth and said: "One hundred million walking Death Gods and three Death Gods in charge have now surrounded us!"
"We can't even run away. Those gods of death are just waiting to swarm us and drag us into reincarnation!"
"If that's the case... we have to wait another eighteen years. The key is not necessarily to return to Daxia. If not, we reincarnate as believers of God and attack Daxia... Then I would rather die!"
Having said this, Yama gritted his teeth: "How about we destroy our souls! I'm not afraid of losing my soul, but I'm afraid that I will forget everything and become the enemy of Daxia!"
Outsiders cannot prevent the dead soul from disappearing completely. Even the God of Death can only drag it into reincarnation again.
But some things are more terrifying than losing your soul!
for example.
Becoming the enemy of Daxia, becoming the enemy of the brothers who once fought side by side, becoming the enemy of the compatriots who once swore to protect to the death!
"It's better to destroy your own soul!" Yama repeated through gritted teeth.
"Shut up!" Another Yama scolded: "I am a Daxia native, even if I die, I am still a heroic spirit of Daxia!"
"How could anyone commit suicide before the enemy even started fighting? Even if it means destroying one's soul, I would have to remove the heads of several gods of death first!"
Yama, who was scolded, was a little dissatisfied: "But if we are really caught, we won't even be able to destroy our souls..."
And at this moment.
"Human souls listen!"
A dull voice, like the roar of an evil spirit, came from a distance: "I will give you one minute at the end. If you don't surrender, we will start a war!"
As soon as these words came out.
Everyone was silent.
"The other side is about to have a final decisive battle, what should we do?" A Yama asked with an ugly face.
Compassion stood up slowly, with long black hair that symbolized Ksitigarbha's identity flowing down, and his eyes said resolutely: "Then fight!"
"It's nothing more than destroying your own soul!"
At the same time, the dull sound spread to every corner of the underworld headquarters.
The heroic spirits of Great Xia, the souls of orcs wearing Great Xia military uniforms, the souls of fox tribes, etc. came from all planes, and the souls that had been baptized by red thoughts were stunned.
"Damn it, it's still here after all!"
"What should we do now!"
"I feel like I made the wrong choice." A god of death in a red cloak looked nervous. He was very complicated inside now...
At the same time, a fat man who was imprisoned in hell and tortured to a terrible state laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, Daxia, you also have today!"
"You have tortured me for so long, and now you are about to die!"
"God of Death, I'm here, save me, I want to be reincarnated!!"
The fat man's eyes were extremely excited, and he almost cried with excitement.
What he experienced during this period was truly tear-jerking!
I originally thought that I was some kind of experience officer, and that I was also an officer, so I could continue to enjoy the world, but I never expected that I was actually an experience officer of the eighteenth level of hell!
I experienced torture day and night, and then I had to write a report and propose how to improve the torture, and then I was tortured by the torture I proposed to improve...
To kill someone is to kill one's heart!
The heroic spirits of Great Xia just tortured him. What he didn't understand was that even those souls of orcs, fox souls and other outside souls who were absorbed by the underworld of Great Xia and had no grudges against him tortured him all day long!
After all, there is no fun in this hell, and torture has turned into a form of entertainment!
Especially after the Death Temple mobilized 100 million Death Gods to counterattack, the two million heroic souls all shrank back to the underworld headquarters under the siege of the Death Gods.
He was originally very happy to see these Daxia heroic spirits deflated, but he never expected that the two million heroic spirits who came back holding their breath would line up one by one to torture him to vent their anger... This is so uncomfortable, you're crazy, you guys
Being besieged by the god of death is none of my business!
At that moment, when he heard the ultimatum of 100 million death gods, he almost laughed excitedly.
"Daxia Yingling, you also have today!"
"Hahaha!"
"Death gods, I'm here, come and save me and capture them!"
"Snapped!"
"You're laughing at your mother!"
When several Daxia heroes saw that the fat man was still laughing at this time, they immediately slapped him in anger and threw him into the frying pan.
But the fat man was still laughing: "Haha, it's useless to hit me! In one minute, you will be pushed into reincarnation by a hundred million gods of death! I will be free!"
"Instead of beating me now, you should consider whether to surrender!"
Everyone gritted their teeth, but could not refute.
And at this moment.
"Everyone!" the compassionate master's voice echoed throughout the underworld headquarters, "the god of death wants us to surrender."
"It stands to reason that we should surrender, because it is the God of Death."
"But, we are from Daxia!"
"Once we succumb, we will not remember anything after reincarnation, and we may even be enemies of Daxia in our next life!"
"Would you like it?"
Two million warriors, orcs, foxes and other heroic spirits roared: "No!"
"They have 100 million walking Death Gods and three Death Gods in charge!" Master Compassion walked out of the hall and faced the crowd and said loudly: "Are we afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"Then let's fight!" Master Compassion, whose cultivation level was scattered, laughed loudly and said: "Fight until the sky is dark and the earth is dark, until the sun and the moon are dark!"
"Hit us until our souls are broken!"
"Let these gods of death know that even death cannot make us compromise!"
"Let these gods of death know that none of us Daxia people will be forced into reincarnation, and none of us will be the enemy of Daxia in the next life!"
"That's our home, our comrades-in-arms, our relatives and friends!"
"In this battle, everyone fought to the end, only their souls were shattered and their souls were scattered. No one was forced into reincarnation!"
Just a moment.
The two million heroic spirits who retreated to the defense of the underworld headquarters roared angrily.
"My soul will be shattered and my soul will be scattered to pieces!"
They made a choice!
At the end of the battle, instead of being pushed into reincarnation and being reborn as an enemy of Daxia, it would be better to have his soul shattered and his soul scattered!
In the distance, three figures soared into the sky, with black robes surging, sickles looming, and the dark power of death surrounding them.
Take charge of death.
A god of death stared at Compassion and said solemnly: "You really don't want to surrender?"
"Amitabha." The compassionate master smiled and said, "Even if I am beaten to pieces and my soul is broken, I still have to pluck your head off before I die."
The two million heroic spirits also laughed: "Haha, I must kill three of them before I destroy my soul!"
"I want to do five!"
"Damn it, even if you die, you still have to crush a god of death. It's not a loss!"
"If I can still fight with the God of Death after I die, I can already brag!"
Thousands of words condensed into two words.
"Come on, Death!"
The three figures were silent for a moment, and one of them, who was in charge of the Death God, said complexly: "Although you are human beings, just like ants, but... it would be great if you could fight for my Death Temple."
"The next life." He smiled pitifully, "But we don't have the next life."
"That's all." The god of death sighed, and finally slowly waved the sickle: "Drag them into reincarnation! Let them reincarnate as believers of God!"
"kill!"
One hundred million walking gods of death, like a pitch-black ocean, holding their sickles high, rush towards the underworld headquarters in all directions!
They want to uproot the underworld of Great Xia and drag these two million unyielding heroic spirits into reincarnation!
In this world of the Temple of Death, do human souls dare to compete with the Temple of Death?
Three figures also glanced at Master Compassion.
"Kill!" Master Compassion roared loudly without any fear.
"kill!"
Two million heroic spirits roared together!
The roar of human beings actually dares to compete with the roar of death!
Looking at the dark and formidable god of death surrounding them, the soldiers had determined eyes and held up the scythes they had snatched one by one: "Damn it, even if I die today, I have to crush one of them first!"
"The worst that can happen is that you will destroy your soul!"
"It's time to lose your soul!"
"If there is another life, return to Daxia!"
There was determination in their eyes!
In this battle, faced with the siege of 100 million walking Death Gods and three Death Gods in charge, they will all lose their souls.
But no one stepped back!
"A mere human being!"
"Whoosh!"
The three gods in charge of death rushed in front of the Compassionate Guru and waved their sickles at the same time. The three dark divine powers of death, carrying the rules of life and death, struck at the Compassionate Guru in an instant.
The compassionate master stretched his hands forward, and part of his cultivation as Ksitigarbha in his previous life was emitted, and the two qi of life and death rotated like yin and yang.
But it's very thin.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, he was split into pieces by the three dark divine powers of death, and his whole body flew backwards.
Although he is the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, he does not have the book of life and death in his hand!
These three Death Gods were given part of the rules of life and death by the Death God who was refining the Book of Life and Death. They broke away from the ordinary walking Death Gods and Temple-Guarding Death Gods and became unique Death Gods!
"A mere human being, just like this, wants to be an enemy of my Death Temple!"
The three gods of death snorted coldly, and then rushed forward again, vowing to capture this reincarnation of Ksitigarbha!
And the other side.
"kill!"
When the two million warriors came into contact with the 100 million gods of death, although they fought bravely to defeat a few, they were instantly at a disadvantage. In just an instant, rows of warriors were knocked to the ground, and even more warriors were dragged away by sickles and killed.
The divine power of death binds him so tightly that he cannot even destroy his own soul.
"Is this all humans are capable of?"
The gods of death screamed loudly.
The heroic spirit who was dragged away struggled with a face full of unwillingness: "Damn it, if I have a gun..."
The God of Death laughed loudly: "Haha, it's a pity that your gun is not there! You are dead and you have nothing! Do you still expect someone to bring it to you?"
"Why are we still fighting for Daxia like this? Do you know what is the separation between yin and yang? If your compatriots are really capable, bring us guns and cannons! Use your guns to shoot us, use yours
Planes and tanks are bombarding us!"
And at this moment.
The Compassion Master, who was about to bear the charge of the three Death Gods, suddenly felt something and looked above his head.
The two million heroic spirits who fell to the disadvantage also seemed to feel something and looked at the gray sky above their heads.
"What?" The God of Death was stunned by the compassionate gesture, and subconsciously looked up at the sky.
immediately.
"boom!"
The gray sky seemed to be broken, as if something had traveled through life and death, broken space, spanned Yin and Yang, tore apart the sky of death, and came with a bang!
"boom!"
Thousands of golden lights, filled with Sanskrit sounds, descended from the sky.
"It's them." Master Compassion suddenly smiled, "They have indeed not forgotten us."
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A big chapter of four thousand words, two in one.
This chapter has been completed!