At this time, in a main hall of the Death Star, Obat, the previous warden of the Hero Prison, was discussing with several Death Star executives about Huang Yi. ﹤PB⊙罗⊙小﹤ said
"Although the God of Death is the best among the God-given people, his strength is still too weak. He has not even reached the level of becoming a god, and is not enough to control the Temple of Death! Our Third Legion only respects the strong! He can beat me, I can't.
Only then will you be convinced!" A burly man wearing white armor said loudly. He held a huge mace and his voice was rough and thunderous. He was the third marshal among the ten marshals of the Temple of Death.
He has conquered world after world for Death and spread the light of Death's faith to countless living beings.
"The God of Death will become a god sooner or later! And even with his current strength, you may not be his opponent." Obat said unceremoniously.
"The God of Death sat on the throne of the God of Death alone without informing us. This is not appropriate! He must at least show us his strength and prove that he is indeed capable of inheriting the position of the God of Death."
A man in a gorgeous robe said politely. He was the envoy of Death. He once represented the God of Death on a mission to billions of worlds and issued the God of Death's decree to the leaders of countless forces. Seeing him was like seeing the God of Death himself, and he had to kneel down to accept the decree.
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"I have never even seen the face of the God of Death. Now it is unreasonable for me to surrender to him!"
"The position of the God of Death belongs to those who are capable! Even if an incompetent person has received the inheritance from the God of Death, he is not worthy of being in charge of the Temple of Death!"
One by one, the senior officials of the Temple of Death expressed their opinions.
They are already the only remaining senior officials of the Death Temple, and they are the most loyal people to the Death Temple. But precisely because of this, they have higher requirements for the people in charge of the Death Temple. Huang Yi obviously did not get them.
Approved by most people.
At this moment, the outside of the main hall suddenly became white, and a thick light suddenly shot up into the sky in the distance, like a miracle.
"That's...the direction of the Palace of Death!"
"Did the God of Death really break into the ninth floor?"
"We'll go take a look right away!"
For a moment, everyone was shocked and stared blankly at the huge white light.
At this moment, white light spots suddenly appeared on their bodies, flying away from the hall, rising rapidly, and flying towards the thick light in the distance.
Not only them, but countless corners of the entire huge Death Star emitted traces of gray-white aura. They climbed over mountains and ridges and traveled across oceans, all flying towards the thick white light and blending into it.
If someone could observe the entire Death Star from outer space, they would find that the Death Star seemed to be ignited, with sparks everywhere.
At this time, the thick light spread quickly and turned into a barrier that enveloped the entire Death Star, like an aurora floating in the sky, which was beautiful.
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"Successful!" In the Palace of Death, Huang Yi looked at the shining Death Scythe in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.
He completed Obat's idea and successfully integrated the weapon spirit into the Death Scythe, which greatly increased the strength of the Death Star's formation and could help the remaining masters of the Death Temple resist the attack of the Barbarian God.
However, this also means that he can no longer take away the Death Scythe and can only keep it here unless other ways can be found to ensure the safety of the Death Star.
He didn't feel any pity. The Death Scythe was just a weapon and was of little help to the battle. However, even after losing the Death Scythe, he could still control some death rules, but it was just not as convenient as before.
On the contrary, the butcher knife he got is a finished professional artifact that perfectly suits him. It is very helpful in battle and can improve his strength by several levels.
Huang Yi glanced at the Death Scythe, turned around, went downstairs, and left the Palace of Death.
As soon as he came out of the Temple of Death, he saw a group of people surrounding him outside.
Each of them has a deep aura, and they are the kind of people who have become the Great Perfection of False Gods countless years ago. They can try to become gods at any time, but they have not chosen to do so.
Among this group of people, Huang Yi only knew two of them, one was Obat, and the other was the Archangel of Death who gave him the box that sealed Blood Hoof's soul.
"Killing God, did you succeed?" Obat took a step forward and asked excitedly.
Huang Yi nodded: "I integrated the spirit of Death's Scythe into the main body. Now Death's Scythe is slowly rotating on the ninth floor, increasing the strength of the Death Star's formation."
"Even we can't get through the last few floors of the Temple of Death. Only the Lord God has the strength to find out. How did you get through?" A senior official of the Temple of Death asked doubtfully.
"It's not convenient to disclose this matter." Huang Yi said casually. He didn't know the reason himself. Apparently there was someone behind the scenes who helped him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get through.
"The knife in your hand is quite weird. It's dripping with blood. Did you just kill some creature in the Palace of Death?"
"That knife looks so familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before..."
"Butcher's knife! That's a butcher's knife! The Lord of the Palace of Destruction was killed by this butcher's knife!"
"Throw it away!"
"Are you holding it to seek death?"
For a moment, all the senior officials of the Temple of Death quickly retreated, staying far away, making various defensive postures, and staring at the butcher knife as if facing a formidable enemy.
Huang Yi smiled softly, took the butcher knife in front of him, shook it, and said, "Don't worry! I have subdued this butcher knife, and I will no longer harm anyone casually."
"What?" Everyone was suddenly surprised and stared blankly at the butcher knife.
It was only then that they realized that the butcher's knife was indeed very docile and did not spurt out the bloody light as wildly as before. It seemed that Huang Yi had really conquered it.
"How did you, a mere god-given person, subdue the butcher's knife? This is something that ordinary gods cannot do! Did you do anything?" A senior official of the Temple of Death asked, looking condescending.
, staring at Huang Yi with sideways eyes, as if he didn't believe that he could suppress this butcher knife with his own strength.
Huang Yi glanced at the man, shook his head, and said: "You know too little about me! If you were not so arrogant and could put down your dignity and inquire about my past, you would know about my relationship with the tyrant. I
I know that you are loyal to the God of Death, but you are very unconvinced by me, the new generation of God of Death. I have no time to compete with you for power now. When I save the second world, if you want to challenge me, I will be with you at any time.
You will know whether I am qualified to sit on the throne of death!"
After saying that, he slammed the butcher knife in his hand onto the ground!
The ground here was built with materials from the Palace of Death. It was originally indestructible, but now Huang Yi hit it with a butcher's knife, which created cracks. The blood on the butcher's knife suddenly seeped in from the cracks, like oozes.
A bloody horrific wound.
This small movement of his immediately showed an impressive momentum, confidence, calmness and fearlessness.
"Of course the God of Death is qualified to sit on the throne of the God of Death! I firmly support the God of Death!" At this time, a ten-winged angel with black wings lowered his head and said. He was Death who had a chance encounter with Huang Yi before.
Archangel.
"I, the head of the Death Temple Guards Knights, declare that we will be loyal to the God of Death, and together with the God of Death, we will restore the glory of the Death Temple!" A dragon knight riding a bone dragon suddenly jumped off his mount and took off his horse.
Helmet, kneeling on one leg towards Huang Yi.
"For the God of Death to be recognized by the Death Scythe naturally proves that he is qualified to become a new generation of Death! I, the High Priest of Death, am also willing to follow the God of Death!"
Soon, one of the senior officials of the Death Temple lowered their heads and expressed their loyalty to Huang Yi.
But there were still some high-level officials who were indifferent, standing aside and watching with deep eyes, not knowing what they were thinking.
Huang Yi ignored them, turned to look at Obat, his expression softened, and asked: "Have you found the hourglass of time?"
Obat smiled, flicked his palm, took out a glowing hourglass, handed it to Huang Yi, and said: "Fortunately, I found the hourglass of time!"
Huang Yi quickly took over the glowing hourglass.
The hourglass is bronze in color, but it is not a solid object. It is as light as nothing in the hand, and does not have the texture of touching an object. It seems to be just an illusory image.
In the hourglass, there are countless fine sands glowing with orange light flowing slowly, like golden years.
"This time hourglass can probably stop the time of the second world for two days, but after two days have passed, the sand of time in this hourglass will take a hundred times as long to return to its original place, and it cannot be used again in a short period of time!" Ou!
Bart said, his voice rang around the hourglass of time, carrying waves of echoes, as if coming from far away in the long river of time, like the memory of yesterday.
Huang Yi only felt that everything around him seemed to have slowed down. Those sounds, those lights and shadows all became hazy, and everyone's body was glowing, leaving only a vague outline.
"Okay! I'll go back right away!" Huang Yi nodded and said with an echo in his voice. His head was groggy, as if he was drunk, and his mind was a little dazed.
With a flick of his hand, he immediately put the hourglass of time into the storage ring.
In an instant, everything around him returned to its original state, the figures became clear again, and the voices no longer had echoes, as if they were suddenly awakened from sleep.
He nodded towards Obat, the Archangel of Death, the head of the Knights of the Temple of Death, the High Priest of Death and other senior officials who were loyal to him, and then left quickly.
He came to the Temple of Death this time to bring reinforcements to the Second World, but he didn't expect that the Temple of Death was also facing a crisis. In order to resist the attack of the barbarian gods, he was too busy to send any manpower. Instead, he was needed to go to the Temple of Death.
Fuse with Death's Scythe to protect the Death Star.
The only things he could bring back were the hourglass of time and the butcher's knife.