After using the cheat, I traveled through time with a full-level account

As the pain turned into flames and burned on her body, Xia felt this sense of powerlessness for the first time. Since she came into contact with magic, she has been living in envy and jealousy. Her talent for affinity with all elements has made her stand in Rome since she was born, looking down on all those who are desperately climbing up.

Here, talent seems to always be greater than hard work.

But today, the appearance of Samael forced her to re-examine herself and the world. The somewhat arrogant Xia regained her growth, but at the cost of her life.

Because few people can surpass her, and it is almost a consensus among people who know Xia that she will become the next magician myth in the future. She also thinks so, so she has always been a little arrogant. She has always been shocked and not even afraid of Chen Yang's terrible magic.

Because she thinks she may be able to do it in the future.

But today, Samael completely ended everything with just one blow, which undoubtedly made her very depressed and gradually killed her once proud self. Since then, this great elementalist has become humble, stronger, and gone further.

Unfortunately, Samael tore up her future with his own hands. Xia will die here today. The flame that can burn everything cannot be saved by anyone.

It should be like this...

[Name: Immortal Totem]

[Quality: Myth]

[Feature: The person who holds it will be immune to death once]

[Description: When the Immortal Totem appeared, no one knew where it came from. It is said that a man who can pick diamonds with his bare hands threw it to him. That man has a square head and it is still unknown whether it is true or not.]

Xia, who thought she was doomed, looked at the pixelated golden man in front of her that was getting bigger and spinning. Her big eyes were full of astonishment. It was a small gift from Chen Yang. She thought it was just a decoration. Xia had never seen the pixelated style before. She didn't expect it to have such a magical effect.

If it was him...

Thinking of the miraculous magic, Xia's despair was dispelled and her confidence was rekindled.

Samael glanced at Xia, who should have been burned to ashes, frowned, and fixed his eyes on the golden totem on her chest that had dimmed. He snorted coldly: "There are quite a lot of tricks."

The development of the incident has long exceeded the cognition of the Esther people. This group of people who live in comfort and dullness looked at the tall demon lord. Although they didn't know who it was, with just one move, Xia, who had just acted as the savior, could be silenced instantly. If his target was the town, then it would be all over.

"It will take at least half an hour for support, and it will take time to rebuild the defense magic."

Matthew brought bad news.

"Can we hold it? Or is it necessary to hold it?"

"At least we can't wait to die. The great elementalist is still holding on."

Xia in the air didn't want to continue fighting at all at this time. It was useless to play if she couldn't beat him at all. Now if she wanted to live, she could only put her hope on Chen Yang, but he had never appeared from the beginning.

"Will he run away?"

Thinking of Chen Yang's always relaxed expression, she shook her head. Although they had been together for a short time, she believed that Chen Yang was not a person who would not help others in danger.

But what if he can't beat him? This is the legendary big demon, even countless masters during the End War could not contend with him.

It's normal to know that you can't win and protect yourself, right?

Samael was a little annoyed by his random thoughts. He originally thought that the resurrected magician would have some special tricks, so she might still have some value, but seeing the other party's dazed look, he didn't have any trump cards.

He was planning to attack again, but suddenly, a flat and faint voice came out, not far away, just at the gate of the city: "Huh? Demon Lord? How did this thing run out, and it's so weak?"

Hearing the voice, Samael's magic eyes cast towards the gate of the city, where a man in strange clothes stood. He was also looking at him, touching his chin and looking at him.

Xia in the air was very surprised to see Chen Yang appear. The latter nodded to her and gave her a reassuring look. The girl obediently left the field and returned to the town to wait for good news.

I knew he didn't run away!

Samael took a quick glance and found it ordinary, with no special features at all. There was no magic, fighting spirit, or other energy. It was no different from ordinary people.

"A mortal? You sent a mortal to try to stop me?"

He was a little angry, as if he was very dissatisfied with Chen Yang's appearance. He was very disappointed with Xia's strength. It was not a glorious thing for him to return to the mortal world and the first battle ended in a mess.

"Not a mortal, I think I still have some strength. Anyway... I am much better than you."

Chen Yang walked forward, with his hands on his waist and a proud face.

"A meaningless provocation, just like you humans, you have always been so stupid."

"Self-righteous, dirty and greedy, the most disgusting race, even more disgusting than those stupid elves." Samael looked coldly at Chen Yang who was getting closer and closer, and he was not even interested in killing him.

"How do you know it's meaningless if you don't fight once?"

Chen Yang felt nothing about his contempt, and looked at Samael's attribute panel by himself.

"Hehe... You are not worthy of fighting me."

"Just let you be thrown into the garbage heap with those depraved idiots. I am tired of you."

Samael waved his hand, and in his heart he had already begun to think about how to quickly destroy the entire Novaria continent. First, he would restart the gate of hell and start a war again. As long as he took over the mortal world, the devil would have a great advantage over the annoying god. Then, he could kill his way to heaven and slaughter all the angel dogs.

A flash of red light passed by, and the old Yetil, who had been killed by the black fork before, actually opened his eyes again, but there was no white in his eyes. His black eyes were wide open, and his eye corners were torn. He pulled out the black fork that nailed him to the city wall, fell to the ground, and rushed towards Chen Yang like a zombie.

"Isn't it just a low-level 'summoning followers'? I thought it was so powerful."

Chen Yang muttered, and the other party's arrogance made him a little unhappy, as if he was not as good as him.

"Primary weightlessness."

Yetil's body floated in the air, unable to move forward a single step.

In order to let the other party taste the taste of being despised, Chen Yang got a chair from nowhere, sat on it, propped up his right face with his right hand, and stretched out his fingers to fiddle with it as if he was bored.

"Advanced space cutting."

He swiped his finger, and the body of Yetil in the air was cut off one arm like a fruit ninja cutting a watermelon. Yetil was helpless and furious. He had no sense of pain and could only slaughter his own kind.

He killed the body in a few seconds. Chen Yang chuckled and saw a faint blue light suddenly lit up around him. He kept his bored look just now and said without turning his head: "Why, don't you feel rubbish this time? Why are you still attacking? Oh, I almost forgot, you are a demon, and the meanness in your bones can't be changed."

Samael ignored Chen Yang's ridicule and his eyes gradually became serious.

Space magic.

This thing is completely impossible to appear in the human race. Even in hell, there are very few people who control space magic. Each one is a big shot, a big shot that he needs to bow to.

Why? Why would such advanced and powerful magic be learned by a human?

And why didn't he see the other party's strength?

The great demon had to re-examine the strength of this human. He was obviously different from those guys who were like pigs waiting to be slaughtered. This was a strong man with difficult and mysterious space magic.

Since his move just now didn't work, Samael had to be serious.

"Who are you? I have never seen such a powerful human."

Chen Yang didn't reply but leaned back in his chair. This time he took out a book, opened the place he saw last time, and ignored Samael directly.

"...... So arrogant."

Seeing the other party handed him his back without defense, Samael felt insulted for the first time. He was burning with magic flames all over his body and shouted at Chen Yang: "Human! Tell me your name! Lord Samael allows you to fight with him!"

He has never been cowardly. Fear of death will never get to his position. Warlike and powerful are the labels that support Samael's continuous strengthening.

"You can't sit still just because you see space magic? Are all those idiots in hell the same as you? Or are they just good at yelling and disturbing people's interest?"

"Do you really think you can beat me?"

"Me? Beat me? No, no, no, you seem to have misunderstood something."

Chen Yang still couldn't bear to turn his head away. He hated the feeling of being looked down upon, and this guy despised humans right from the start. None of his idols jumped out of this range, which made Chen Yang feel greatly insulted.

"You, you are not worthy of fighting with me."

Hearing that he had returned his words, Samael looked at Chen Yang who was reading a book with cold eyes, and stretched out his claws to teach him a lesson.

"Honestly, I told you, you are not worthy of fighting me, a mere demon lord, arrogant, self-willed, really annoying."

He closed the book, raised his head slightly, looked into the distance, and his voice gradually became colder: "Ichabod!"

In an instant, the wind and clouds gathered, as if everything in the world was in fear, the thing called death was cheering and welcoming the arrival of a great existence, wailing, despair, and pain intertwined into a march that made people's heartbeats stop.

Everyone knew that someone seemed to be coming, and every cell in their body was trembling, instinctively wanting to escape, wanting to stay away, wanting to save themselves.

Just like the broken straw in the hand of a drowning person, it was submerged in the darkness along with the bottomless ocean, the light in the field of vision was getting farther and farther, the ruthless ink occupied everything, powerless, even tears were not worth mentioning.

Seems to be some sound?

The dead, the dead in the sky, the dead under the ground, the dead everywhere interweave into a mournful ancient Norok language, which no one can understand except the poor wretch who first accepted death in the primitive era.

The meaning of that voice is:

Dead...disasters...slaughters...welcome! The great Lord of the Dead...the uncrowned king of the land of no life...the lone sitter on countless dry bones...

Ichabod!