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.

"I tell you, fight them 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 are 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!"
To be continued...