Apostle of Cthulhu

Nancy raised her eyebrows, looked at the Death God in front of her who was talking nonsense, and asked: "Are you sent by some force to assassinate me? You are so absolute... Are you sure you won't hit yourself in the face?"

The Death God did not reply, but just stood there like a sculpture, holding his huge sickle in his hand. At the end of the sickle blade, there was a huge crystal red gem, the color was turbid, and it was so rich that it seemed to drip water.

Nancy noticed that the number of pedestrians around was gradually decreasing. The pedestrians left the block, but no one walked into the block again.

"Is it a gift ceremony that can dispel irrelevant people? It seems that you have a strong desire to kill. Who are you? Can you tell me?"

The Death God still did not reply. It was not its mission to answer Nancy's doubts.

Ping——

It tightened the sickle in its hand, and the bright blade reflected the light of the street lamp, reflecting Nancy's pale cheek.

The power of gift is gradually fading from Nancy's body!

Nancy was shocked, because he was completely unaware of this happening, and by the time he realized this, most of the power of grace in his body had already been lost!

Whoosh——

The gentle wind blew on Nancy's face.

Ping!

A crisp sound came from Nancy's right cheek, and bright sparks were rubbed out by the clash between the external skeleton and the blade, floating in the air.

Nancy's pupils shrank, and his right cheek had been occupied by some substance that did not belong to this world. That was his gift power, which should only be activated when it was most dangerous!

And now, it actually reacted on its own at the moment of the attack by the god of death, helping Nancy block this fatal blow!

After reacting, Nancy jumped several steps behind him, distanced himself from the confused god of death, and wiped off the bright red liquid flowing from the external skeleton.

This guy... is the tip of the sickle so sharp?

The Grim Reaper looked at the sickle in his hand in confusion. Logically, the blow just now should have been able to cut off Nancy's head.

Looking at Nancy again, the black external skeleton on the side of his face still showed no signs of fading, which was enough to show how terrible the situation Nancy was facing now!

Although the Fallen would be stronger than any other missionary at the same sequence node, Nancy at the eighth node would not be weaker, but compared with the BUG-level opponent like the Lord of the Deep Sea, it was nothing.

This Grim Reaper... is at least as strong as Nancy at the eighth node!

"Can I ask you something?" Nancy, who underestimated the enemy, adjusted her breath and returned to her elegant and unrestrained state just now, "Am I the only target you attacked?"

The Grim Reaper still looked like he had no obligation to answer Nancy's questions. He held the sickle in his hands tightly with both hands and flew towards him!

That speed was like teleporting!

This time, Nancy would not be attacked by surprise. He raised his right claw, which was wrapped in an unknown substance, and clamped the blade of the sickle in his hand, trying to snatch it directly.

But! When his claws touched the blade of the sickle, even he felt the scorching heat wave sweeping over Nancy's body, and green smoke rose from the contact surface, accompanied by a kind of "sizzling" sound.

Nancy had no choice but to let go of the sickle, and turned his body sideways with a solemn face, avoiding the slash of the sickle.

The right leg wrapped in the external skeleton kicked the abdomen of the Grim Reaper fiercely. Nancy did not feel the feedback of the kick on the entity at all, but the black-robed Grim Reaper was still kicked out and hit the wall.

Nancy's kick was very powerful. If he really kicked people with all his strength, I don't know how many blocks of walls in Zhila City would be destroyed by his power.

Only one wall was damaged, which was already good luck for the people of Zhila City.

The broken stones and bricks were scattered all over the ground. Nancy moved his wrist. The external skeleton of his right claw was fine, but the burning pain was still beating in the palm of his right hand.

He removed the external skeleton of his right hand. As expected, the burning heat went straight through his external skeleton and reached his normal flesh!

"What kind of power is this?" Nancy locked her eyebrows. This god of death didn't look like a living thing. He felt like a puppet driven by the power of grace. However, with this level of gifted weapons, it means that the opponent's background is definitely not weak.

The white skin of his right hand has become charred black, and the flesh and blood are exposed to the air.

Nancy bit her lips and was about to take action, but suddenly she felt an ominous breath enveloped her instantly!

Swoosh——

A touch of cold light rushed past in an instant!

The huge sickle fell from the sky, perfectly cutting through the intersection of the wrist and palm, without a trace of blood, and let Nancy's right palm fall to the ground!

Finished!

By the time Nancy reacted, the end of the sickle had already touched her chest.

The sharpness of the end of the sickle was no less than the blade of the sickle!

Fortunately, the external skeleton of the chest reacted before Nancy, completely covering the entire chest and blocking the stab. Otherwise... this sickle could have directly pierced Nancy's entire body!

Flying away by the powerful impact, Nancy adjusted several times in mid-air before landing steadily.

With a little blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, he covered his chest and questioned himself, why did he not expect the sudden attack just now?

At this moment, he suddenly reacted.

Looking up, Nancy looked at the barrier covering the entire Zhila City.

"So that's it..." He showed a slightly crazy smile, "This place can not only imprison the missionaries, but also weaken the missionaries' abilities?

"Such a powerful gift ceremony doesn't seem to be something that ordinary missionaries can do.

"Cave Wound... Is that so?"

The gift ceremony that can have such a heaven-defying effect can only be done by a pseudo-god-level existence like Cave Wound!

I just don't know, this effect... will it work on my teacher?

The dark clouds suddenly dispersed.

The soothing moonlight jumped out of the top of the dark clouds and covered Nancy's face.

However, there is more than one light now.

Without resistance, Nancy's smile became more and more flamboyant and crazy.

Until the wide, sharp white sickle of the Grim Reaper chopped off his head.

Ding——

The Grim Reaper, who had completed his mission, tapped the sickle on the ground and bent down, grabbed Nancy's hair and picked up his head.

The headless corpse did not shed a drop of blood.

He did not even fall down.