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The war of the gods ended in the defeat of humanity. All the gods and humans who remained in the underworld perished without exception. Their remnant souls wandered the battlefield, gradually transforming into strange creatures. More than a thousand years later, an old woman who had become a skeleton suddenly stood up and created a monster using strange magic never seen before.

This monster possesses incredible abilities. It can not only strengthen itself by devouring the bodies of others, but also absorb and merge with the remnants of gods' souls to create new bodies. It is the precursor to the tentacle monster.

For centuries afterward, the old woman controlled the monster, roaming the battlefields of gods and demons, constantly collecting the remnants of divine souls, promising resurrection and return home. No one could resist such temptation, and more and more gods joined the monster's ranks, becoming part of it.

The more divine power he absorbed, the bigger and stronger he became. Divine power from different systems mixed within him, developing new life forms.

The old woman said that this was the undisputed hope of the gods: this baby, even in the womb, possessed unimaginable potential, and when he grew up, he would become the king of the gods, more terrifying than Zeus, the lord of the heavens, or the father of the gods.

He could easily break the seal inside the cave and lead everyone home, back to the homeland they longed for day and night.

Therefore, everyone respected the old woman and rarely went against her wishes, but now it was different. A great opportunity was right in front of them, so how could they let it slip by?

After they devour the eighteen evil gods, the baby inside them will grow into a complete body. Within three days, they will be able to break the seal and return to Earth. They simply cannot wait to fulfill their purpose.

Chapter 1579 The Grim Reaper Never Dies

The will of the people cannot be defied, let alone the will of Heaven. Facing more than a hundred pairs of excited eyes, the old woman nodded, even though deep down she did not want to do so.

She actually had no choice: if humanity lost, Xu Fu-Xiao would definitely reveal the location of the tentacles in order to survive.

"I should have known to throw them away."

The old lady gritted her teeth expressionlessly, genuinely regretting her actions.

With her approval, the gods immediately sprang into action, rapidly approaching the battleground through the underground passages of the Bone Plains.

...

The battle reached a fever pitch, with the surging green flames transforming into collapsing energy spheres that powerfully bombarded those advancing.

There was silence in the air.

This immediately turned into a massive explosion.

The energy sphere contracted internally, then suddenly exploded, spewing out green flames that instantly engulfed Death's body, and a bright green mushroom cloud appeared in the sky.

The shockwave spread in all directions like a hurricane, creating a large crater on the ground, and the soil emitted specks of green light, as if it had been polluted.

The impact of the flames lasted for more than ten seconds before slowly dissipating. Xu Fu raised his hand, and the green flames suspended in the air quickly condensed into eighteen fire dragons. Death found himself in the mouth of one of the giant dragons.

His body was shattered by the explosion, leaving only bones, but his soul was shaken. If it weren't for the protection of the power of death, he would have turned to ashes long ago.

"This kind of death doesn't deserve to be called the Grim Reaper."

Xu Fu flew up to him and saw the remnant soul protected by the black light. His expression immediately darkened: Unlike the Nether Dragon, this guy's soul had already merged with the power of the God of Death. To kill him, he could only be gradually eroded.

"You're lucky."

Xu Fu snorted coldly, spread his five fingers, and pulled the black short sword that had fallen to the ground into his hand. The sword was completely black, without a trace of light, and had a layer of constantly flowing liquid on its surface, making it look extremely eerie.

The wounds on Clark's body were inflicted by him, and unsurprisingly, that dagger must be a divine artifact-level weapon.

Xu Fu put it away, turned around, and flew upwards.

This attack changed the entire course of the battle, meaning there was no longer any possibility of reconciliation between the two sides: Clark, Ron, and Diana left their opponents and gathered around Xu Fu, who...

"What should we do? Continue fighting?"

"Five minutes, we'll leave in five minutes."

Diana hesitated for a moment, "I don't think you'll have to wait... long."

Xu Fu nodded: "This is an opportunity, an opportunity for everyone, and we cannot let it slip away."

"But what if they don't come out?"

They will come out.

"This is the only option; they have no other choice."

Some people didn't understand what Xu Fu was thinking, but seeing his confidence, they had no choice but to do the same.

Xu Fu handed the poisoned dagger to Martian Hunter: "Be careful, the poison is very strong, don't hurt yourself."

Langen was at a loss.

I don't like using poison.

In the end, it was still Diana and her three companions wielding short blades, appearing and disappearing without a trace. The Vulcan Sword was even sharper and more terrifying, capable of slashing with a single blow. Clark had the strongest physical attributes, making him an all-around melee fighter. As for Xu Fu, there was no need to mention him; he was stuck in the middle, becoming a cold and indifferent character.

The Grim Reapers have extremely high mental resistance, which can greatly reduce the damage from psionic energy. Moreover, their physical attributes are also extremely strong. Therefore, in a horizontal comparison, Ron has almost no advantage.

At this moment, acquiring a short sword perfectly compensates for the lack of offensive power.

Xu Fu whispered, "The next target is an archer. Try to take him out."

All three nodded: the Death Messenger's attack was silent and terrifying; if Xu Fu hadn't contacted him, the situation would have changed long ago.

"Let me do it this time!"

Ron jumped up and flew straight toward the one-headed beast. When he reached the beast, he suddenly changed direction and shot toward the nearby Grim Reaper Camor like an arrow.

The opponent had anticipated this situation. Wings sprouted from his back, and he flapped them, his body like a fleeting cloud. Unbeknownst to him, eight phantoms appeared around him, each a replica of himself, indistinguishable from the real him.

Eight phantoms simultaneously drew their bows, a bowstring twanged, and the next second, Ron's chest was pierced.

"Lang En!"

Diana's pupils contracted; she couldn't believe it at all.

"The underworld has its own rules. Death cannot kill living beings at will. Once violated, one will suffer the pain of soul backlash."

"This is all that can be done to eliminate future problems."

Camor drew his bow again, and the arrow, trailing black lightning, closed on the bowstring.

Bang

With a crisp sound, a black light suddenly appeared silently behind Rong En and then disappeared into the distant horizon.

The speed was too fast for Clark and Xu Fu to see clearly. A Yi couldn't do it either; he didn't have abnormal microscopic vision or powerful spiritual perception, but he had his own special skills.

The body writhed, every muscle shifting; the infection from the black lightning arrows detached automatically, and the wounds healed at a visible speed.

Not a single drop of blood was left during the entire process.

Deathkamor paused for a moment, then couldn't help but speak.

"You're not human?"

"I have never said that I am human or that I am a Martian."

His eyes were filled with red light, which burst forth and surged in all directions. The seven phantoms were struck by the light and vanished, leaving only one behind.

Ronggen charged forward, heading straight for his opponent.

Camor stepped back, drew his bow, and unleashed a barrage of black lightning arrows at his opponent. Some were successfully dodged, while others pierced his body, leaving gaping holes.

Moments later, Ronggen's body was riddled with holes.

Just then, a loud "bang" came from behind.

"go to hell!"

As the longsword entered the battlefield, Camor instinctively dodged to the side. Diana was about to give chase when suddenly a pool of black liquid appeared in the corner of her eye.

"Damn it, it's you again."

She cursed angrily, blinking rapidly. The black liquid was following her; it seemed to recognize Diana, or rather, it recognized her Valkyrie armor and numerous artifacts. The black liquid was a grim reaper from a metal civilization, born with the ability to fuse with metals, including artifacts. Diana's equipment was indeed very attractive to it.

Both sides harassed each other and tried to confuse the public.

Clark and Xu Fu were also engrossed in their opponents and couldn't spare any attention, leaving only Langen and Camor fighting alone, with no one to help them.

"Mars is different from Earth. Our civilization is a process of decomposition and rebirth. There is no death here, and there is no 5.7 death in mythology."

"Before this, I never imagined I would go to the underworld to fight against death."

The world is always full of surprises.

Ron closed his eyes, his torn body shrank inward, turning into a sphere. Instantly, his speed increased several times, piercing through the void and leaving a series of sonic booms. Then, he suddenly appeared in front of Kamoa.

A knife fell down.

Lie

Camor's heart was pierced by a short blade, and poison was injected, flowing through his body fluids.

He stared at her, his eyes wide with shock: "You...you...how is this possible?"

Langen snatched the dagger, picked up the bow, muttered a few words, and walked away.

“I am a cyborg Martian. I have no muscles, no blood, no organs. My body is composed of aggregated organic matter, and your attacks have almost no effect on me.”

Chapter 1580 The Elegance of This Arrow

The poison on the dagger proved it could indeed affect deities, at least to Camor. The poison penetrated his limbs, disrupting nerve conduction and fluid supply to his body. A few seconds later, Camor couldn't take it anymore; his hands and feet trembled, his divine power spiraled out of control, and he collapsed from the sky to the ground, his body beginning to rot and his bones turning black.

This situation sent a chill down the spines of the surrounding gods. They couldn't help but look at Ron, who was also completely baffled. When Clark was poisoned, there were no changes; it looked like a cold. How could it turn into a cold when it happened to someone else?

Is Clark too strong? Or is Death too weak?

A little embarrassed, he put away his dagger and ran quickly toward Xu Fu. This time, no one stopped him; they even subconsciously made way for him.