The vast sea was calm, and the ship on which Death was riding drifted down the south side of the Atlantic Ocean. According to their escape plan, they were preparing to head to the border between Brazil and Argentina.
In that place, a large number of believers of the Temple of Death gathered, and these believers were actually the reserve warriors of the Temple of Death.
Now that the Temple of Death has been destroyed, the only place the God of Death can go to is this place, and then he can gather believers from all over the world. As for the next step, the God of Death has not yet thought about it.
Now he was filled with rage and murderous intent, and he wanted to find the devil immediately and kill him.
The God of Death had already gotten up from the container. He washed up and washed away the red liquid on his body. Now he was wearing a black cloak and standing on the deck. The bloody sickle in his hand was shining in the sunlight.
Under the reflection, there is a coquettish bloody edge.
Andrew and Gers also stood beside the God of Death. They were respectful and looked in awe.
Gers looked at the God of Death and couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty the God of Death, is your body of the God of Death successfully tempered?"
The eyes of the God of Death sank, and wisps of edge suddenly emerged, and he said: "It can be considered a success in tempering, but there are still some flaws. After all, the Nether Blood you cloned is not the real Nether Blood. Even so,
With my current strength, the Demon King can only die in front of me! If Mandala had not escaped and was tempered with her ghost blood, then my current strength would have reached the ultimate sixth level! Unfortunately, let
She ran away! My current strength is a little worse than the sixth level of extreme, but I am not afraid of any peerless strong person. On the contrary, they tremble in front of me!"
The God of Death spoke quite confidently. From his words, it is not difficult to infer that his own body of the God of Death has been tempered. Although it is not a truly perfect body of the God of Death, there are still some flaws, but
The strength he possesses has achieved a qualitative increase, and he can't even put down the great powerful men in the dark world without saying a word.
The only pity is that the God of Death is now alone, with only more than 20 warriors following him. No matter how strong he is personally, he cannot fight against a powerful force.
If the Temple of Death still exists, with the current power of the God of Death, there will probably be a bloody storm sweeping across the entire dark world.
Andrew and Gers on the side looked overjoyed when they heard the God of Death's confident words. Gers couldn't help but said: "Congratulations to Your Excellency the God of Death, for finally being tempered into the body of the God of Death. With Your Excellency the God of Death's appeal,
A more powerful Temple of Death will soon be established again."
The eyes of the God of Death narrowed slightly, and blood-red murderous intent flashed, and he said: "The price I paid for tempering the body of the God of Death was to watch the Temple of Death being destroyed. There is simply nowhere to vent the anger in my heart! So, I want to
I want to be the first to kill the Demon King and cut him into pieces!"
"Your Majesty the God of Death, we need to recruit more believers to form a powerful army again. With Gers and I here, it only takes about a year to create an army of genetic warriors.
"Andrew said.
The God of Death was silent for a moment. He knew the reason why the two guardians asked Andrew and Gers to escape with them. Because of the existence of these two biology professors, there would be no need to worry about genetic warriors or even clone warriors in the future.
The problem is that the prerequisite for becoming a powerful genetic warrior is a powerful warrior with combat experience.
It is true that the Temple of Death has many fanatical believers all over the world, but these believers are basically ordinary people. Even if you give them a gun, they don't know how to fire it, and their fighting skills are zero.
Even if such believers are transformed into genetic warriors, what's the use? They will just be more powerful than before.
Even if these believers are gathered together and trained in combat skills first, they still need a venue, and where can they find this venue?
So now the God of Death is very passive, which is why he is so angry.
"The Temple of Death will definitely rise again, but before that, I think I can find some people to cooperate with." The God of Death narrowed his eyes slightly and said.
"cooperate?"
Andrew and Gers looked stunned.
The God of Death nodded and said: "Since the Demon King can unite other peerless strong men to besiege my Death Temple, why can't I unite other peerless strong men to deal with him? Speaking of which, the Demon King has many enemies. For example, Black
The Cross Temple, the Wrath of the Earth, the Killer Temple, etc."
The God of Death stared at the vast sea, looking into the distance, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger and stronger, and said: "With my current strength, maybe I can also find the person in the killer temple... I think, he
I also want to get rid of the Demon King!"
Neither Andrew nor Geers interrupted after hearing this.
Death's decision is not something they can interfere with. They still want to live for a few more years.
"You should retreat first and let me think about my next move quietly." The God of Death suddenly said.
"yes!"
Andrew and Gers nodded, and they walked into the cabin from the deck.
The God of Death was wrapped in a black cloak, and his face could not be clearly seen. Only when he turned slightly sideways, he could vaguely see his extremely terrifying face. The skin color of the right side of the face showed a strange cyan color, and the skin color of the left side of the face showed a strange color.
His skin seemed to have withered, and he was as terrifying as a ghost.
He suddenly raised the bloody sickle in his hand, and the blood power in his body suddenly surged, and the power of death was continuously injected into the bloody sickle, causing the sickle to bloom.
It has a bloody edge, as if it wants to harvest the living life anytime and anywhere.
"This feeling of supreme power is so tempting! In the dark world, when I, the God of Death, land again, I will make everyone tremble because of me! Killing is just the beginning!"
The God of Death spoke coldly. He already had a preliminary plan in mind, which was to unite the peerless experts who were hostile to the Demon King to form a force and launch an attack on the Demon King first.
"Demon King, I am looking forward to the moment when you and I meet. I will cut off your head with the sickle in my hand to calm my murderous rage!"
The God of Death sneered, and now he seemed extremely conceited and confident. The successful tempering of the God of Death's body, even though it did not reach the most perfect level, still gave him the capital to rank among the top peerless experts.
In the past, the God of Death always stayed in seclusion and rarely left the Temple of Death, because all he had to wait for was the day when he could successfully temper the body of the God of Death.
Now that this day has arrived, with the arrival of the God of Death, the dark world is destined to not be peaceful, and will inevitably set off a new round of bloodshed.
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