Under the dark clouds, the surrounding light became dim and became empty. A group of death gods stood quietly on the top of the mountain to form a strange Solomon seal.

Under the expressionless gaze of these "people" faces, Charles stood at the top of the mountain and looked down below.

He didn't see any movement, but the many trivial murmurs continued to appear around him. The strange sound seemed extremely sneaky in the darkness, as if countless souls were whispering faintly beside him.

As he looked at him, the dead corpses in the valley who had already died resurrected one after another, stood up, slowly shaking their bodies, and gradually regained their former vitality.

At first, Charles only looked at it little by little, but when he realized that he actually didn't need to be so "careful", he completely let go of his "hands and feet".

So my eyes swept across and countless dead bodies climbed up one after another.

The sounds of a group of ghosts lingered around him, circulating one after another, and together with the dim light around him, it sounded both gloomy and terrifying.

The gods of death who could see the valley at the edge gradually changed their faces, and the yellow eyes trapped by them could not see the scene at the foot of the mountain, but gradually felt that the atmosphere around them was really weird.

In fact, when he noticed the changes in the sky above his head, the middle-aged demon's originally calm expression disintegrated.

"I think we should talk," he said to Charles, with a serious look. But because of the special seal traps around him, he couldn't move even a single step.

Charles ignored his words.

Quietly feeling the countless corpses recovered from him below, as well as the dead people who have not yet recovered, their spiritual bodies seem to be under a gradual rise in pressure, but in general, they are still under the tolerance range.

Due to the growth of spirituality, the duration of darkness in the sky is much more than the beginning.

Shire felt that if he wanted to maintain it, it would still be possible in five minutes.

But before he could arrive at this time, he took the initiative to withdraw his talent for the arrival of the night, because in just a few minutes, all the dead bodies below had been revived by him!

The speed is simply fast.

The clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the sunlight shone down, and the coldness around them gradually faded.

Looking blankly at the "resurrected" town residents below, Tessa turned to look at him: "Charle, you..."

Her face was full of disbelief.

In fact, it was not just him. Even those who had seen this huge formation could not keep a calm expression.

It is hard not to think of a "head boss" who has been sealed since the age of Noah's Ark.

In response, Charles opened his mouth to respond, but suddenly felt hot in his nose. He raised his hand to wipe it, and a bright red blood stain appeared on his fingertips.

The warmth was felt from the skin and the tingling pain in his mind silently reminded him that resurrecting a large group of corpses was obviously not an easy life.

“Excessive force?”

After realizing it, he murmured and swept the zombies in the valley below that were gradually starting to be crazy. Charles turned to look at the female god of death: "You can solve this problem, right?"

Under the effect of spells, these souls who should have gone to hell have been bound in their respective bodies, so in a sense, Shire fulfilled his promise.

"These are no longer in the normal world. We can intervene, but because we need to maintain the demon trap, it may take a long time." Tessa replied subconsciously, and then heard the other party's next words.

"Then please help me collect two pieces of paper, a pen, a pair of brushes, ten skulls, ten tympanic bones, and ten portions of blood... Forget it, that's all."

"What are you doing?" Before Tessa could respond, the black female death god beside her couldn't help asking.

These things do not sound like normal objects. As death gods, although they often associate with death, they only follow normal death. They have no good impression of some kind of spells that play with death.

"Of course it's a solution to him."

As Charles spoke, he looked at the besieged yellow-eyed demon. The other party's face was a little gloomy at the moment, and he was obviously worried about his safety.

After hearing what he said, the death gods around him had no objection. So after looking at each other, the other death gods flashed and headed to the valley below.

Then within a moment, all he needed was collected.

Relying on the ability to teleport, the gods of death attacked very quickly.

A large amount of blood was placed in a painted iron bucket. Among the linen bags that the Death had gotten from somewhere, ten blood-stained skulls and matching phalanxes were quietly placed together.

After a few glances, Charle no longer hesitated. Under the surprise gaze of the gods around him, he picked up a brush to stain the blood in the bucket, then squatted down and began to carve another magic array around the yellow-eyed demon.

"Have you ever thought about what the consequences would be if you failed? Or, even if you succeed, what would happen to you? Think about it, what would the demons and angels treat you when interrupting the execution of the Apocalypse Project?"

"Shar, Shir, we can actually make friends. In fact, the strong should be friends with the strong..."

The other party tried to ease the current crisis with words, but he basically ignored his words.

So under the uninterrupted language attack of the yellow-eyed demon, not long after, a complicated magic array that was smeared on the gravel of the grass on the top of the mountain appeared in the eyes of the surrounding gods of death.

He threw away the brush in his hand and stood up. Charles began to pick up the skull and toe bones in the bag through the air with the hand of the medium, and then placed it in various corners of the magic circle.

"He seems to be communicating with death..." While observing quietly, Tessa whispered to the black female god of death.

"I also feel that this magic circle is full of traces of death, but how is this possible?" The black female god of death stared at the magic circle not far away and said in a deep voice: "If we can really communicate with him, we can indeed kill Azazel."

"Do we really let Azazel be killed? Although this is very relieved, but..."

"Don't be influenced by the devil's words. Even if their words are true, they must be listened to as false. Listening to the devil's words will never have a good result."

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The two "people" whispered conversations vaguely into their ears, and Shire didn't care about this.

He is not afraid of his own methods or his "life experience". In fact, after being discovered by God in this world, he has been exposed, and the difference is the number of exposures.

If it were those American hunters here, he might have considered his image or means, but he would not need to face the god of death around him - what can be more acceptable to death than god of death?

Although they are human appearances, these gods of death are not normal "humans". In fact, their bodies are all skeletons like light smoke.

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"Do you want to know how to get to the treasure room of hell? Maybe I can consider telling you that wealth is as good as a country, the countless rare weapons from ancient times to the present, as well as various black magic spells, think about it..." The yellow-eyed demon also felt that the magic array under his feet was not simple, and he couldn't force it to start tempting.

Unfortunately, Charles didn't care about his words, but he didn't ignore him - this ceremony was inevitable with the other party's "cooperation".

Ritual formations, skulls, secret texts... After everything was prepared, Charles took a deep breath and then held his hand full of secret texts on the other party's forehead.

Amid the gloomy spell, a faint green light appeared from Charle's hand. In a few breaths, the middle-aged man in front of him obviously got older, but this did not affect his energetic appearance.

"Look, what an evil spell, you said I was a demon... I think this spell is a bit like the talented abilities of you guys?"

The words Huangyan said made the death gods around him frown.

They do have the ability to transfer vitality and even disease, but this ability is rarely used.

Now that it was actually used by a human?

What does this mean?

Ignoring the expressions of the "people" around him, Charles was concentrating on his work.

After preparing his vitality, he suddenly stabbed the Valyrian dagger in his arms into the yellow-eyed demon's chest, and then gave the other party a quick "leak".

Blood splattered and flowed, and an unbearable hum of pain came out of the other party's mouth. The harmlessness that Azazler pretended to disappeared instantly, and his pale yellow eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Shar, tsk, trust me, you will pay."

The devil's identity allows him to maintain a normal posture even if he is dismantled, but the pain will not be reduced in slightest.

Shire glanced at him without responding. He took out his sternum several times and took out the beating heart, took a few steps back, then held his heart with both hands and stood in front of the magic circle.

The loud voice of the spell opened and closed from the young man's mouth.

Under the sound of this spell, a faint grey mist gradually gathered from all directions, and the magic array composed of blood under her feet gradually burst out with strange light.

Not long after, under the surprise gaze of many death gods, ten human figures made of gray fog jumped out under the guidance of the skull and stood around the magic circle, covered in mist, and their scarlet eyes looked particularly terrifying.

"This... seems..." The god of death seemed to recognize what this thing was, but he was unable to be sure.

Most of the gods of death stare at the current situation without making any sound.

After these gray fog figures emerged, they were able to confirm that Charles was communicating with death!

Use a strange, unknown method!

The death gods around him watched in a daze. After the spell came to an end, the young man holding his hands high and beating his heart suddenly threw the object in his hand towards the cheek of the trapped demon. The scarlet gaze of the ten mist figures also changed.

Being stared at by those strange shadows, the yellow-eyed demon shivered inexplicably, but before he could react, the quietly blooming gray mist on the magic circle around him suddenly flourished!

Immediately, the gray fog spread, completely covering him and Charles who held the ceremony in the blink of an eye!

And among them, the God of Death is rejected!

The feeling of hanging under his feet suddenly came, and Charles was very happy. However, before he could think too much, he was swallowed up by the darkness.

I thought my promotion had been successful, but when he regained consciousness, he looked around and obviously it was not the promotion space he had been there last time!

The blood-colored muddy ground was soft and inward, and the surrounding dull shade covered the surroundings. Looking around, the gray forests, the quiet paths, and the faint wailing sounds from around them all show the strangeness of this place.

"This is definitely not a promotion space." Shire frowned.

He suddenly remembered that although he also encountered a sense of suspension during the last promotion, it was because it was time for him to return to the main world. And now - he was obviously pulled into this strange place with his body.

“Where is this?”

He was not sure, and the prompt message that the real eye appeared after looking at the surrounding trees made Shir think.

【Tree of Death, the tree born from the power of death】

【Its function is unknown】

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To be continued...