From the Void King To the Ghost Swordsman of the Light of the Beginning

"Sorrowful God of Chaos, your mission has ended, then, as in the contract, hand over your soul..."

Alice's power restrained Ozma, and her raised hand stretched out from the robe, and then gently touched Ozma's heart.

"No……!"

Ozma gritted his teeth, but his power comes from the god of death, how can he resist the god of death?

As a result, he could only feel the loss of power, the blurring of consciousness, and it seemed that the next moment he would turn into a spiritual child who couldn't think about anything, and couldn't change anything...

rustle...

However, just as this moment was about to happen, there was a sudden sound of bones squeezing in the world...

skeleton...

The world has turned into skeletons...

The Bone Swordsman actually appeared here!

Originally, after Ozma lifted the bone swordsman's mind control, he gave him the power to pursue the identity of the mysterious cloaked man. During the battle, he was confident that he could crush the opponent, so he didn't call him back. Unexpectedly But at this moment, he saved his life!

Jeno rushed towards Alice, and the ability of evil bones was activated, which became even more terrifying under the power of Ozma.

Alice, who was originally controlling Ozma, frowned, she had to stretch out her other hand, and then held the bone swordsman in the air with a grasp.

However, this momentary distraction was enough, and Ozma moved forward out of Alice's control, and then opened the interdimensional rift and entered it.

Then open it again, and then open the rift in another dimension after arriving in a world. I don't know how many cracks have been opened, and how many different worlds I have entered. Even he didn't know where he is now before he stopped.

"Hahaha……"

He sat staggeringly on the ground, leaning against a big rock behind his back and couldn't help laughing at himself

Laughing hysterically...

Laugh at yourself, laugh at the world.

From being framed at the beginning, to gaining strength by making a deal with the god of death in despair, to the previous defeat...

It's all set up...

As for himself, he is just a pawn on the chessboard, showing off his power under the control of the opponent, thinking that he is a god.

It's ridiculous...

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Ozma, no, now the deadwood Xianghe took a deep breath

He didn't know why he wanted to escape. Given his current situation, what would happen if he escaped here?

His soul is almost reaching its limit...

His strength... is basically exhausted...

The current him may only have captain-level strength...

With such power, nothing can be accomplished, and...

die anytime...

But he just wanted to escape...

Didn't that woman want to absorb her remaining power?

Then I let it evaporate, and I also want my soul to have no power when it is taken away by her...

"Ahh..."

Feeling the collapse of the soul, the arrival of death bit by bit, the footsteps of the god of death approaching bit by bit...

Xiang He's heart is incomparably empty...

I was too tired to live before, and now I have time to recall my past...

Remembering this miserable life...

his heart...

throbbing...

I'm really not reconciled...

His self-righteous bombardment only allowed the people behind the scenes to advance his plan. Xianghe didn't regret that he almost destroyed the world back then, he only regretted that he didn't let that terror befall Alice.

Who could have imagined...

Alice... is the god of death? Was she planning all this?

What is her purpose? Why would she empower herself to let him destroy the world?

Xiang He really wanted to find out the answer, but he couldn't...

he is going to die...

Xianghe could even hear the sound of his own soul cracking, and even heard the footsteps of the god of death who harvested his life...

He slowly opened his eyes, and then he really found a figure appeared in front of him...

Alice? Did you come after him so quickly? really...

What in this world can hide from her?

At this moment, Xianghe felt a sense of abandonment, and then...

He heard the voice of the figure, but it wasn't Alice's voice, nor was it a woman's voice.

"I see that your heart is full of resentment."

Xiang He raised his head slowly, and then saw a man with a red left hand and gray hair standing in front of him.

The man stretches out his red left hand, as if inviting him

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The man said softly

"The important thing is... your heart is full of resentment, you are eager to vent, you are eager for revenge, the raging fire in your heart can't be calmed in your chest, right?"

How can... calm down?

Xiang He clenched his fists tightly, his nails pierced deeply into his skin, blood flowed out from his hands, soaking the ground red.

"Are you going to give me strength like that guy, and then use me?" Xianghe couldn't help laughing

"Yes, you are right! So my heart was moved, I agreed, and then I was used, right?!"

Wasn't it the scene at the beginning?

When he was most desperate, the god of death came and gave him strength...

"I don't say that kind of thing."

However, the man shook his head

"For me, you are not the object of use."

On his body, digital blurry phantoms suddenly appeared, Xiang He stared at them and was stunned.

"They... are all people who were abandoned by the world like you. We... are not the relationship between people and swords."

"It's partners who have a common goal and work together for that goal."

The man stretched out his hand towards Xianghe again

"Join us, we..."

"When I break the cage, I will pour out the resentment in my heart."

He said as if singing

"When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison, and he will go out to deceive the nations of the four corners of the earth, Gog and Magog, and gather them to fight. They will be as numerous as the sand on the seashore..."

He is... Satan...

When he breaks out of the prison, the whole world will fall into strife, because he will bring countless cursed, betrayed and resentful souls, let them end everything!

Xiang He looked at the man's face, slightly absent-minded...

This man... has incredible strength.

Then, he wriggled his mouth and said

"Who are you?"

man smiled

"My name is Jiger... a former Quincy priest... now..."

"Dark Lord!"

In an instant, his temperament completely changed. It was full of mystery and unknown before, but now he is like a king of ghosts!

Countless stern and miserable wraiths hovered beside him, and the sound of hell sounded beside him. This is the ruler of darkness, Jig, the king of all ghosts!

"I join you... my... king"

Xianghe, who has changed back to the original appearance of the god of death, stretched out his right hand and held it with Jiger's outstretched hand

"Then... come back..."

Jiger twisted Xianghe's body, turned it into a spirit son and entered it into his red left arm, whispering his current name

"The Village of Chaos is here!"