Going back in time——

A dark room with flickering candlelight.

The original witch came to earth holding a skull in her hand.

He murmured something in a low voice, and a small snake emerged from the blood-condensed dress.

"Salinger...Salinger...Salinger..."

Recited the true name of the God of Death three times.

Two streaks of gray smoke slowly floated out of the skull's eye sockets.

When the original witch saw it, she took out a mirror fragment from her chest without haste.

Take a light photo.

The gray smoke transformed into a man.

It's a pity that it couldn't be completely finalized and was scattered by the wind blowing from nowhere.

"Alas." The original witch sighed.

However, it is also expected.

When the true spirit falls, even the traces of its existence are erased.

The main back-up plan for resurrection has also lost its effect.

After thinking for a moment, the original witch frowned slightly.

Is there only "that" person I can turn to for help?

Can……

In this case, he would have no way out.

"Anyway, let's try again." He murmured to himself and looked at the squirming meat ball at his hand.

This is an artificial death embryo obtained from Heitel. It has been cultivated to the peak of demigods and is only one step away from becoming a saint.

With a thought, the original witch crushed the skull into powder and spread the ashes evenly on the artificial death embryo.

Absorbing the power of the skull, the artificial death embryo was successfully promoted, exuding a thick aura of death.

"Salinger...Salinger...Salinger..."

Whisper three sentences.

The meat ball, like the gray smoke just now, gradually transformed into a man's face.

but.

This time the ceremony still failed.

The original witch clicked her tongue, a trace of impatience flashed across her beautiful face.

If Salinger's resurrection hadn't been a big help, he wouldn't have gone to great lengths to do these things.

"Azik Eggers, if we can capture that little guy alive..." The original witch's thoughts gradually dispersed.

Compared to the remains of their descendants and the so-called artificial Death, it is obvious that the parents and children of the Death have more "marks".

Unfortunately……

"You can't touch him for the time being, or in other words, you can't touch him easily." The original witch sat down gracefully, "At this moment, you must be patient."

There is a little bit of despair, a little bit of pain.

On the contrary, He seemed to have taken a tonic and was in high spirits, with an unnatural blush on his face.

Time passed little by little.

The original witch thought of many plans.

But in the end, they were all rejected by Him.

"Mark"

There must be enough "imprints" left by Sallinger in the world before he can be sure to completely resurrect the other party.

"Historical projection...Only the historical projection of the 'divineer' can meet this requirement." The original witch nodded lightly.

Immediately, another difficulty occurred.

As a true god who once looked down on the real world, He knows many secrets that no one else knows. Among them is the fact that Klein Moretti, this 'secret candidate', has been bet on by many parties.

If it hadn't been for the conflict between the two sides during the 'Great Smog Incident', He might have arranged a secret move at the right opportunity, making it a profitable game but not a loss if he lost.

As for now...

The original witch weighed and weighed again and again.

Want to fight against the evil god of the stars, the master of fate, and the alliance of the goddess of the night.

Salinger's strength is necessary.

As allies for many years.

"Death" and "Witch" complement each other.

Disaster reaps life, and death brings despair.

‘The Jiao cannot leave the Meng, the Meng cannot leave the Jiao’ belongs to yes.

Moreover, the return of the former God of Death can, to a certain extent, fight against the goddess of the night who has gained the power of death. This is a deal that cannot be lost no matter how hard it is calculated.

"I have no choice but to do this." After much thought, the original witch finally made a decision.

No way out?

From the moment He chose to come to the real world and give it a try, He had no way out.

Is it possible that we have to rely on the "Lord of Storms" and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" to help him at the critical moment?

Stop dreaming.

He waved his hand to seal the entire secret room, blocking out all extraordinary means of exploration, and set up hundreds of mirrors to create the most profound 'mirror world' in the witch's secret spells. The original witch then relaxed and began to summon people from the spirit world.

"the one".

The summoning ceremony went smoothly...

It went so smoothly.

It's like "that person" has been waiting outside, just waiting for the original witch to open the door.

The old figure was wearing a black cloak, covering most of his face. His beard and hair were gray and thick. He raised his head, and his eyes were like calm and lightless water, deep and mysterious.

"It's such an honor, the original god." As soon as 'Little Zaratul' spoke, his image collapsed into pieces. He smiled and said, "I wonder why you called me?"

The original witch took a deep breath, performed the popular Loen dress-raising ceremony, and said: "Great mystery, I beg you to fulfill my wish."

"Secret? Who is Secret? I don't know." 'Little Zaratul' deliberately looked left and right, spreading his hands: "I'm sorry, original god, there are no secrets here, only those who outwit Antigonus and bear the burden.

Check, check, little Zaratul!"

Yes, yes, you say yes -

The original witch knew something about this bad character from long-lost documents, so she adapted quickly.

He continued: "The despicable Amanysis colluded with the stars and outer gods in an attempt to gain access to the authority of the 'Fool'. I am willing to serve as a vanguard and take back your treasure for you."

"Oh~ You are so hardworking." 'Little Zaratul' showed admiration: "You can say such disgusting words so easily."

Original Witch:......

Seeing that the other party was silent, 'Little Zaratul' stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I have indeed been waiting for you. In fact, your decision-making in the Kingdom of God is also influenced by me.

"

What?

Exactly, when!

The original witch was shocked.

Although He would not express useless things like emotions in his eyes and expressions like mortals, He was indeed a little frightened.

Idea implantation…

Could it be that!

"Yes~" 'Little Zaratul' smiled and pinched his eyes.

Following his movements, an ordinary, unremarkable-looking monocle appeared.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I accidentally picked up this gadget, I am very lucky."

Is the error uniqueness so easy to pick up? You are lying!

The original witch suddenly understood.

If it is said that coming to the real world is the idea implanted in his mind by the 'mysterious afterimage' (let's call it that for the time being).

Then all subsequent actions did not exceed the opponent's expectations.

Such a plan...

So scary!

"Ah, I advise you to use the word 'so terrifying' less often. It's too cliché." 'Little Zaratul' commented sharply.

Then his expression slowed down: "Dear, you can tell me your wish. Do you want me to resurrect the God of Death, Salinger, or some big snake with wings?"
To be continued...