Chapter 539 The Unlucky Grim Reaper (10,000)

Patrich wanted to live.

But was he really alive for more than nine hundred years?

He was obviously a saint, with the most noble status in the Dusk Continent, and had the strength that even dragons would be afraid of, but he could only hide his identity and live like a dog.

Is it really good to live like this?

Patrich was questioning himself, and he wanted to find the answer from his heart.

The worst thing was that Patrich knew very well that even if he was still willing to live humbly like a dog, how long could he live? The pursuit of the guardian of fate was getting more and more dangerous, and the oppression brought by the repairman was getting more and more desperate. Patrich knew that it might not take long before he would reach his limit, and then he might die.

Patrich wanted to live, live well, and he was extremely afraid of death.

Now, there was finally an opportunity in front of him, and he would not give up no matter what.

Even if it cost a little.

Sacrifice a little of his soul in exchange for more powerful power. If he could really step into the realm of God, the injuries on his soul would surely recover quickly.

Fight.

Perhaps stimulated by the first generation of Dusk King, Patrich was particularly decisive at this time. He was no longer as timid and hesitant as before. He actually had a kind of courage to move forward in his heart.

The thorns pierced his palm.

The blood began to flow slowly along the crown of thorns.

The next moment, Patrich suddenly raised his head and let out a sharp and extremely sad cry. A mass of gray-black matter separated from Patrich's body and quickly merged into the crown of thorns.

That was Patrich's soul that was split again.

He once again sacrificed part of his soul, which was quickly absorbed by the crown of thorns. At this moment, Patrich's already old face was even more haggard, and his whole body was filled with death, as if he was not far from death.

But now, Patrich had no time to care about these things. He quickly sat cross-legged, and the remaining soul quickly entered the state of practice.

The opportunity to feel the will of the first generation of Dusk King is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Patrich refused to relax even for a second.

The surroundings were still covered with ice and snow, and there was not even a cedar or a tribe to be seen.

In fact, with Patrich's character, under normal circumstances, he should have found a safe enough place to set up a circle of strong enough defensive magic circles, and only after ensuring his absolute safety would he enter into meditation and practice.

But Patrich was obviously a little abnormal at this time. The impact of the will of the first generation of Dusk King on Patrich was too great, and even made Patrich forget the possible dangers of practicing in the snow.

He just wanted to grasp that feeling as soon as possible. He was worried that if he delayed a little longer, that subtle feeling would completely leave him.

Perhaps, this is the so-called epiphany?

Patrich really didn't expect that such an opportunity would come to him.

The understanding brought by the will of the first generation of Dusk King was even more exaggerated than imagined.

Even though Patrich looked half dead now, the aura he released was getting stronger and stronger. The surging energy was like a tsunami, centered on the position where Patrich was, and raged around.

Under Patrich, the ice that had accumulated for millions of years actually began to melt gradually at this time.

Crack.

Not long after, Patrich only felt a crisp sound in his soul, and a crack finally appeared in the realm that had trapped him for more than 900 years.

The crack became bigger and bigger...

...

On the other side.

In the ice layer, a gray-black shadow was still shuttling quickly.

It was a soul.

The soul of the god of death Benavid.

Benavid felt that he was really unlucky recently. Who was he? He was the god of death, a figure that could be counted in the heavens. There were a large number of beautiful angels serving him. Except for those administrators, no one dared to disrespect him.

That little life could be said to be free and easy.

This time, he accepted the assignment of the repairman and went to the lower world to kill a few heretics.

He thought it was just an easy and simple thing, and it was just a public travel.

The repairman gave him a long time, and Benavid even felt that after solving these heretics, he didn't even need to rush back, and there was enough time to play in the Dusk Continent.

After all, although the heaven is luxurious, living in the same environment every day is really boring.

But now, the originally well-planned travel plan has gone down the drain. He just found two heretics, and he encountered huge troubles when he took action for the first time.

He was injured.

The body he took over was destroyed.

Even his soul was seriously injured.

He didn't have the power to hurt himself like a tiny insect like a human.

Until this moment, he finally understood why the repairman arranged for him to enter the Dusk Continent. He was really stupid. If it was really a simple enemy, the repairman only needed to make a little arrangement, and there would naturally be countless lackeys on the Dusk Continent to help the repairman solve the problem. How could the repairman pay a huge price to tear a hole in the barrier between the heaven and the Dusk Continent and send his soul down.

Those two people were really too cunning.

Thinking of the two heretics Ron and Philomena, Benavid hated them so much that his teeth itched.

After his body was destroyed, he originally hid his soul in the ice layer hundreds of meters deep, quietly spying on the movements outside. As long as the two people were a little careless and revealed a little flaw, his soul could take advantage of the opportunity to enter and occupy the other party's body.

He was very interested in Ron's body.

Although it was only a short fight, Benavid had already seen that Ron's body was extremely strong, probably the strongest in the entire Dusk Continent. Although it was not as strong as that of a god, it was definitely stronger than an ordinary angel.

If he could obtain Ron's body, although he could not say that he could exert 100% of his strength, he could exert 20%, or at least 10% of his strength, which would be absolutely no problem.

Benavid believed that as long as he could exert 10% of his own strength, no one in the vast Dusk Continent would be able to stop him, and a mere heretic could be destroyed with a snap of a finger.

If it really didn't work, Philomena's body would also be okay.

Although she was a woman, for gods, there was not much difference between men and women, and they did not have a particularly strong concept of gender.

Moreover, although Philomena's body strength was a little inferior to that of Ron, she controlled the law of regeneration, and the body supported by this law was enough for Benavid to release his own power to the fullest.

But damn, Philomena has been recovering from her injuries, and Ron has been guarding beside her from beginning to end, very vigilant, not giving Benavid any chance to attack.

Benavid became more and more angry as he thought about it. After hovering there for a few minutes, he could only leave in disgrace.

But now, there is another problem in front of Benavid, that is, he must find a suitable body for himself as soon as possible. Without a body as a support, his soul is increasingly rejected by the Dusk Continent.

That feeling is very strange, as if there is some mysterious force from all directions constantly squeezing his body, trying to squeeze him out of the Dusk Continent.

Benavid didn't even dare to resist. As long as he made any resistance, it would inevitably lead to double exclusion, which is directly against the rules of the Dusk Continent. Even if he is a god, there will be no good end.

He can only passively bear it.

As the power of exclusion becomes stronger and stronger, when his soul finally can't bear it, it is time for him to leave the Dusk Continent.

The power of exclusion may reach its peak in less than an hour.

If it were in the human world, this would not be a big deal. In the human world, or even in the elves' world, there are lives everywhere. He could easily parasitize his soul on a certain life and take over the other's body.

Then, with the body taken over as the core, he absorbed a large amount of life and blood of his own kind to temper this body, and tempered this body to a degree that was barely suitable for his own battle.

But this is the orc territory, the North.

The North is famous for its vast land and sparse population, and the population density is exaggeratedly low.

It is really a big challenge to find a body in this snow in an hour.

Benavid's soul has left from under the ice and is sliding along the ice. He spreads his soul as much as possible so that his perception can search for a wider area.

At a glance, there seems to be a black mist above the ice, moving quickly like a rolling dark cloud.

As time went by, feeling the rejection increasing, Benavid became more and more anxious. He had been searching for a long time, but he never found any living creatures.

In the vastness, it was like hell, without any living creatures.

At the beginning, Benavid even tried to find a living human or orc to be his body, but gradually, Benavid was no longer qualified to pick and choose.

He didn't care about anything.

As long as it was a living thing, anything would be fine, whether it was a human, an orc, or a snow bear, a snow wolf, a snow rabbit, even a dog, a bug, as long as he could let his soul enter it to avoid the rules of the world a little, Benavid was willing.

But as I said, this is the North.

The most precious and rarest thing here is life.

Even though Benavid's soul had explored a large area, he couldn't find even a bug. Of course, in this icy and snowy land, it was estimated that no bug could survive.

Thinking of the repairman's angry roar and possible punishment after he returned empty-handed, Benavid's soul was trembling.

Although the administrators were quite nice to the gods below, they also made various strict rules for these gods. If the rules were violated, they would be severely punished.

Failure to complete the task assigned by the administrator is the most inviolable rule among all the rules.

Benavid's soul became more and more panicked and anxious. He desperately urged his soul to explore more areas. He didn't want to go back in disgrace and suffer the punishment of the repairman.

Perhaps his prayer was heard by the heaven. Just when Benavid was almost in despair, his extended spiritual consciousness actually found a life.

It was an old man with white hair and beard, and his whole body was like wrinkled bark. He was sitting cross-legged on the ice, and seemed to be practicing.

One look at this old man showed that he should not have much life left. He exuded a strong aura of death.

Under normal circumstances, Benavid would naturally look down on such a body, but in this situation, Benavid had no choice.

Benavid's soul was ecstatic. He didn't even have time to sense what realm and strength this old thing was. He didn't even have time to check whether there were any hidden traps or magic circles around the old man.

The damaged soul quickly gathered and condensed, turning into a thick gray-black fog, which instantly swept forward.

As soon as it entangled the old man's body, the soul instantly penetrated into the old man's body and escaped directly into the spiritual space.

"Hehehe..."

In the old man's spiritual space, Benavid laughed like a standard villain.

He finally found a physical body, which was really not easy.

Next, it was to find the soul of this unlucky guy in this spiritual space, and then crush it easily, and this body would completely become his.

After a long time, Benavid finally restrained the sound of his laughter. He had no defense at all, and just spread his soul in the spiritual space unscrupulously, searching every corner of the spiritual space.

He didn't believe that among these tiny ants in the Dusk Continent, there would be someone who could hurt his soul.

As for Ron and Philomena?

Well, these two guys are exceptions.

It is impossible for every life on the Dusk Continent to be like Ron and Philomena, who are the outliers among the outliers. Even if there are such freaks, why are you so unlucky to meet them?

The repairman arranged a total of four outliers for himself to deal with, Ron, Philomena, Patridge and Heferson. These four are the outliers among the outliers, and they are the source of various disorders. In addition to the four of them, there are other existences that violate the world line, but those are not important. As long as these four sources are extinguished, other disorders can be restored to normal in a very short time.

He has already met Ron and Philomena today. He can't believe that he is so unlucky. He is about to take over a life, but he can still meet one of Patridge and Heferson. If he is so unlucky, he will eat shit upside down!

That's right, so Benavid is unscrupulous.

However, Benavid didn't notice that in the spiritual space, just below his soul, a black shadow was slowly crawling.

...

But after sensing the will of the first generation Dusk King, Patridge changed his nature.

He became completely different from before.

Although Patridge was strong before, he was timid and cowardly.

He used to rely on escaping to survive, but now Patridge has discovered a completely different path under the stimulation of the first generation Dusk King.

Perhaps, he doesn't have to live so humbly.

As long as he becomes strong enough, what if he is hunted by the guardian of fate? Just kill him.

As long as he becomes strong enough, what if he is targeted by the repairman? Just overthrow him.

Only strength can ensure freedom.

So, after seeing this path, Patridge sacrificed his soul again without any hesitation, grasped the arrogance of the first generation Dusk King, looked down on the world, and entered the practice.

A sudden enlightenment is comparable to a thousand years of hard practice.

The realm that had trapped Patridge for a thousand years was shattered at this moment, and Patridge's realm almost naturally entered the middle stage of the demigod realm.

The early and middle stages sound like a small improvement.

But for practitioners, it may be a chasm that cannot be crossed in a thousand or ten thousand years. It is absolutely impossible to take this step without sufficient opportunities.

However, Patridge obviously did not want to be trapped in the middle stage of the demigod realm. His goal was to become a true...god.

Therefore, after breaking through his own shackles, Patridge almost did not hesitate at all and immediately charged towards the late stage of the demigod realm.

This time, the difficulty was a bit high, but Patridge still went forward.

But just when Patridge was impacting the late stage of the demigod realm, something unexpected happened.

An outsider suddenly broke into his spiritual space.

Patridge didn't know what kind of existence had broken into his spiritual space, but no matter how rashly that existence broke into the spiritual space of others, it was undoubtedly an enemy. Either the other party wanted to steal his body, or he wanted to destroy his soul.

Because Patridge is still the master of this spiritual space, the entire spiritual space is still under Patridge's control. He took advantage of this advantage and quickly hid his soul, then looked at the powerful soul floating above him with a ferocious and greedy look.

You replenish what you eat!

Although this point has not been scientifically verified, it seems to make sense in some ways.

Just like Patridge now, his soul has been seriously damaged. In this case, devouring the souls of other beings is definitely the best way to heal.

At this moment, in Patridge's eyes, Benavid's soul is no longer an invader, but a delicious tonic!

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