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Let's go back in time slightly not long ago. When Dagos and Jane worked together to stop Bales, the scene was at a stalemate.

Facing the two gold-level transcendental beings joining forces, Bals was really held back for a moment.

"Bars, do you know what you are doing?!" Dagos mobilized the surrounding earth elements to restrain Bars tightly while still questioning him.

"I know, Dagos, you don't have to say anything. I understand my current situation very well. I believe in the creeping hands and become a cultist despised by everyone..."

"Then why are you still doing this?"

"Because I have seen someone succeed, Dagos, someone succeeded!" Bals responded angrily, "Don't think I don't know what your Iris family wants to do, I know it all!"

Dagos was startled, "What do you know?"

"Your plan, Dagos, isn't it just for him that you asked Alice to come here, haha." Bars laughed loudly, "But, do you think your Iris family can get it? He is very shrewd, Dagos Si!"

"I can not understand what you say."

Dagos immediately retorted, but Jane saw the uneasiness on his face.

The president of the Chamber of Commerce, who had experienced many storms, was finally concerned about the incident involving Alice.

"Do you think I will believe your lies? If you don't know, then why did you sacrifice Alice? I have seen her, she has the rare blood of a mountain giant, and I know your plans."

Bars sneered darkly, "But, unfortunately, he has left and will never come back again. What do you want from Aaron..."

Before he could speak, the whole world fell completely silent.

The prelude of the Throat of Death has finally begun, and the melody is flowing, but for the few extraordinary people present, it is no less than the countdown of life.

As a natural disaster that is often exposed to people's sight, they are more or less aware of the "Throat of Death".

"You are really crazy, Bals, why did you bring the Throat of Death!" Dagos's face was so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water, and the anger in his heart had reached its peak.

Natural disasters are uncontrollable!

The cost of incurring the "Throat of Death" is of course the loss of life, but once he is offended, it is not as simple as dozens of lives.

When encountering the "Throat of Death", the best way is to leave before the music reaches its climax. As long as you are not within the coverage of his music, your life will not be in danger.

He would just stand where he appeared, sing that strange song along with the accompaniment, and eventually leave quietly.

But if you piss him off, he will become a messenger spreading death and wander around the entire area with his band and songs!

At that time, the entire city will tremble in the strange singing, and the shadow of death will completely envelope the city, leaving no survivors.

Any creature that hears the song will die, and its soul will not dissipate, but will join this grand performance and become an audience for the merciless singing of the "Throat of Death".

His voice represents death itself, the death of living beings and the undead as well.

There have been more than one attempt to put an end to the Throat of Death, but even if several Platinum level or even above Platinum transcendents took action, it was ultimately in vain.

In other words, the Death Throat can still sing loudly and walk freely throughout the continent, which speaks volumes.

As the western pearl of the Algrant Kingdom, Leyden City has a population of tens of thousands. Once the "Throat of Death" is offended, the consequences can be imagined.

That is when an entire city becomes a ghost town, where massive negative emotions and resentments will condense, and the remnant souls of innocent people will wander here all day long.

In the next few decades or even hundreds of years, there will be no breath of life near Leiden City.

This will become a restricted area of ​​life.

"That was just an accident, I didn't design it!" Bals squinted, "We are leaving here, what do you think?"

There was a hesitant look on Jane's face, she glanced in the direction of the Throat of Death, and remained silent.

But Dagos sneered, "Bars, do you really think I will let you go?"

"What's wrong with me?" Bars retorted loudly, "I'm already stuck at the gold level and never get the chance to advance. Dagus, President Jane, don't you understand the pain?"

"I know the truth is right in front of me, but I still can't take that step!"

"That's not the reason for you to turn to the cult, Baers, that's not the reason, that's your excuse."

"Excuse?" Bals sneered, "Dagus, don't think of me too naively. If I really couldn't see hope, how could I choose this path? Iron-armed Bals, creeping Hand, haven’t you thought about anything?”

Dagos froze. He subconsciously looked at the metal prosthetic body that exuded astonishingly high temperatures, and said in a harsh voice: "Bars, you..."

"Since the extraordinary breath is a kind of energy, then why can't I replace the extraordinary breath with the cult breath?" Bals laughed contentedly, his tone full of pride.

He is proud of his discoveries and creations, and also proud of his intelligence.

The breath of cult is also a kind of extraordinary breath, but it cannot be used directly. Everyone who directly uses the breath of cult will eventually become a cultist.

However, what if we don’t directly use the cult aura?

With the help of metal construction and rune engraving, as long as the extraordinary breath is replaced with the cult breath, won't you be able to utilize the cult breath without directly coming into contact with the cult breath?

Even if the cult aura is unstable, so what?

As long as he can borrow the cultic aura and complete the advancement through the cultic aura, then everything will be worth it!

Besides, it was just a little use of the cult aura, and he didn't believe that he would be transformed into a cultist so quickly.

"Diggs, let me ask you one last time, are you going to give in or not?!"

Seeing that Dagos didn't give in at all, Bals couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

No matter how confident he was, he still didn't think he could survive the natural disaster and the throat of death.

"President Jane, you can leave." Dagus said without looking back.

The elf nodded silently, glanced between Dagos and Bals, and a vine burst out of the ground, leading him away quickly.

Neither Bars nor Dagos had much to do with him. He was just accidentally involved in this incident, and even his action was forced.

Bals saw the determination and even the intention to die in Dagos's eyes, and he understood it in his heart.

Dagos really wanted him to die here.

Even if it costs your own life!

Dagos's voice was calm, as if he was negotiating with others on a daily basis. "One life for one, Bals, it's fair."

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