I Kill The Protagonist

Gerrard walked on the street, slowly pulling the sickle in his hand.

The sickle mopped the ground, and a little bit of blood flowed from the handle of the knife that touched the ground.

Lines were drawn one after another, with straight bloodstains.

At twelve thirty at midnight.

Painted.

Gerrard put away his sickle and hovered in the air.

Open the evil spirit book in your hand.

"Me, Silva, Ghostblade Survivor."

"Summon you tonight, my lord, death!"

"I would like to sacrifice to you under the name of a city, in exchange for you... My Lord... once comes!"

Gerrard sang loudly, and red lights lit up next to Gerrard's chants.

At first, there was only a circle outside the city wall, and then thousands of blood stains mixed on the street. Eventually all the rays of light condensed into one, Star formed a huge blood magic circle.

At the center of the magic circle, the city lord’s mansion was officially defenseless, singing and dancing.

"The darkness is about to eternity."

"The blood will never wither."

"Death is also life."

"Come! My Lord!"

Gerrard raised his voice, and the evil spirit book in his hand exploded with blood.

If there is nothing, there will be waves of bone collision and waves of corpses neighing from the mine in the distance.

The phantom fell from the sky, holding two bloody, black and evil spirit books.

Wearing a tattered gray and black hood, no feet, no meat.

In the hollow skeleton skull, two pinches of soul flame burned.

Death has come.

"My believer, wake up!"

With a big grin, the god of death opened his hands with a big smile, summoning believers who belong to own.

"Kaka"

"Roar.."

"Kaka"

"Roar.."

A burst of skeletons climbed, and the sound of unearthed dead corpses sounded. From all directions, tens of thousands of evil spirit skeletons and rotten zombies suddenly appeared, rushing to Flash Gold Town.

The blood came out, and the whole city was reflected in red.

The civilians who were sleeping, the City Lord's Mansion, singing and dancing, were all disturbed.

It may be too late.

The killing has begun, and the sacrifice has taken place.

Frightened, the screams resounded across the city since the first rotten zombie rushed into Flash Golden Town.

The silhouettes fleeing in panic, headless flies bumped into each other.

The inhabitants who wished to run out of their lives only got swarms from all sides, tearing and swallowing their own evil spirits.

The blood flowed to the ground, gathered into a group and slowly rose up, blending into the body of the god of death.

The emptiness of the ankle gradually had a phantom in the nourishment of blood.

Gerald looked at the scene in front of him and smiled.

The jingle of rewards ringing in the ear made Gerrard, or Gerrard whose real name is Silva, feel very happy.

After lurking for several years, it was finally done.

Death finally descended on this plane.

As long as this flash gold town is slaughtered to death, then he who has completed the ultimate mission of the system will definitely be able to live forever.

"Come on! The system, grant me eternal life!"

Gerrard hovered in front of the god of death, watching the blood flowing in the flashing gold town, and the condensed blood continued to flow into the body of the god of death, shouting in excitement.

He will live forever!

The system will make him immortal!

"My servant!"

"I will grant you eternal life!"

Gerrard shouted, and the god of death suspended in front of him suddenly opened his mouth and laughed.

In the fleshless mouth, the god of death said something, and Gerrard didn't hear it really, and slowly approached.

"puff!"

Swipe across.

Gerrard is dead.

Died in front of the god of death he had summoned.

An aura of light flew out of Gerrard's body that fell to the ground and sank into the body of the god of death.

Feeling the soul returning to one body, the god of death laughed again.

"Come on! Stupid mortals!"

"This magical battle! After all, I entered the arena first!"

The god of death raised his hands up.

Scarlet sickle, black evil spirit book.

The tattered gray robe is bleed.

Roar and sing, blood is flowing like a shot.

Reaper is very happy.

This stupid believer sacrificed a very vibrant city.

Late at night.

The blood is bright.

The moonlight was gradually contaminated with blood and turned into a blood moon.

A bunch of rotten zombies, devouring fresh lives.

A skeletal evil spirit slaughtered the terrified creatures.

Blood, fear, Death.

A city unsaved is about to sink.

Holy Mountain, Sacred Holy See.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

...

The "Voice of Sacred", located at the highest point of the holy mountain, rang twelve times tonight.

Three tones of God-given day celebrations, six tones of the baptism of the Son, and nine tones of the Pope.

Twelve tones.

Disaster on the mainland.

The holy mountain is in chaos, after hearing the twelve "Sacred Voices".

Countless pastors and nuns running around, each in a mess.

The ascetic cultivator and the hermit knight rushed out from the corner of the sacred mountain and gathered in the highest hall of the sacred mountain.

"Sacred Hall..."

The pope has already taken his seat at this time, waiting for the twelve cardinals to enter.

"Hum."

"Hum."

…

There was a sound of the ultra-long-distance portal, and the red archbishops stationed everywhere returned to their positions.

Prestige and solemn, singing and singing.

When all the bishops returned to their thrones, a burst of chants came from the hall of Sacred.

The light suddenly appeared, shining from the hall of Sacred, reflecting the entire holy mountain.

"God's gift."

A great prayer rang, the holy mountain shook, and a page of the book fell from the sky and landed directly on the Sacred Hall.

"Prophecy page."

The pope looked at the pages of the divine prophecy hovering in front of him, and did not rush to stretch out his hand.

Closing his eyes, the pope prayed silently with the cardinals.

The prayer is not long, but it is very pious.

Looking around for a week, the Pope sat in a high position and reached out and took down the pages of the prophecy.

"God bestows the continent."

"West of the Alec Empire, Lodos Province."

"Flash Golden Town."

"Twelve thirty at midnight."

"Reaper, come."

The pope slowly read the pages, sentence by sentence.

When the time came to read Death and Advent, all the bishops were in an uproar.

"grim Reaper!"

"Arrival?!"

The noise broke out all the way from the hall of Sacred, and it spread all over the holy mountain in an instant.

Suddenly, people panic.

"quiet!"

The pope yelled loudly at this time, the prestige of the word, and the drinking stopped panic.

"Assemble the great knights of the Sacred Order."

"Assemble the priests and above of the Holy Word Pastor Group."

"All bishops."

"Play with me!"

The pope’s majesty shakes the holy mountain.

In a word, the holy mountain walks like a sound.

But it was at this time that another gleam of light suddenly appeared.

"Prophecy page?"

Looking at the pages of the prophecy that suddenly fell from the sky, the pope was puzzled, but he was not in a hurry.

After still praying for a while, the pope reached out and took off the page.

"God bestows the continent."

"West of the Alec Empire, Lodos Province."

"Flash Golden Town."

"12:35 midnight."

"Reaper, die."

The pope once again read the words of the prophecy page word by word.

The speech is clear, as if chanting.

It can be heard in the ears of all the bishops present, but they are incomprehensible.

how come?

How could death come five minutes ago, and five minutes later, death will... die? ? ?

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