"Sad God of Chaos, your mission has ended, so just like the contract, hand over your soul..."
Alice's power restrained Ozma, her raised hand stretched out from her robe, and then gently touched Ozma's heart.
"No……!"
Ozma gritted his teeth, but his power came from the God of Death, so how could he resist the God of Death?
As a result, he could only feel the loss of power and blurring of consciousness. It seemed that he would turn into a spirit son who could not think about anything or change anything in the next moment...
Whisper, rustle...
However, just when this moment was about to happen, the sound of bones squeezing suddenly came from the world...
Skeleton…
The world has turned into skeletons...
The Bone Swordsman actually appeared here!
Originally, Ozma released the Bone Swordsman's mind control and gave him the power to pursue the identity of the mysterious cloaked man. During the battle, he was confident that he could crush the opponent, so he did not call him back. Unexpectedly,
But he saved his life at this moment!
Geno rushed towards Alice, and the evil bone's ability was activated. Under the power of Ozma, this ability became even more terrifying.
Alice, who was originally controlling Ozma, frowned. She had to stretch out her other hand, and then stopped the Bone Swordsman in the air with a hand.
However, this moment of distraction was enough. Ozma moved forward and escaped from Alice's control, then opened the rift in another dimension and entered it.
Then he opened it again, and after reaching a world, he opened another dimensional crack. He didn't know how many cracks were opened and how many different worlds he entered. Even he didn't know where he was now before he stopped.
"Hahaha……"
He staggered and sat on the ground, leaning against a big rock behind his back and couldn't help laughing at himself.
Laughing hysterically...
Laughing at yourself and the world.
From the beginning when he was framed, to the desperate deal he made with the God of Death to gain strength, to his previous defeat...
They were all arranged by others...
And I am just a chess piece on the chessboard, showing off my power under the control of the opponent, thinking that I am a god.
How ridiculous...
Ridiculous, ridiculous!
Ozma, no, the current Kuchiki Xianghe took a deep breath
He didn't know why he wanted to escape. With his current situation, what would he do if he escaped here?
His soul is almost reaching its limit...
His strength...is basically exhausted...
Now he may only have captain-level power...
Such power can accomplish nothing, and...
Will die at any time...
But he just wants to escape...
Doesn't that woman want to absorb her remaining power?
Then I will let it evaporate, and I will let my soul not have any power when it is taken away by her...
"Ahh..."
Feeling the collapse of the soul, death is coming bit by bit, and the footsteps of death are approaching bit by bit...
Xianghe felt extremely empty inside...
Life was too tiring before, and only now do I have time to recall my past...
Recalling this miserable life...
His heart...
Throbbing...
I'm really unwilling...
His self-righteous bombardment only allowed the people behind the scenes to advance his plans. Xianghe did not regret that he almost destroyed the world. He only regretted that he did not let that terror come to Alice.
Who could have imagined...
Alice...is the God of Death? Did she plan all this?
What is her purpose? Why does she give herself the power to let him destroy the world?
Xianghe wanted to figure out the answer, but he couldn't do it...
He is going to die...
Xianghe could even hear the cracking sound of his own soul, and even heard the footsteps of the God of Death harvesting his life...
He slowly opened his eyes, and then he really found a figure in front of him...
Alice? Did you catch up so quickly? Really...
What on earth can be hidden from her in this world?
Xianghe felt like giving up on himself at this moment, and then...
He heard the figure's words, and it was not Alice's voice, nor was it a woman's voice.
"I see that your heart is... filled with resentment."
Xianghe slowly raised his head and saw a man with a red left hand and gray hair standing in front of him.
The man stretched out his red left hand, seeming to invite him
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am," the man said softly.
"The important thing is... your heart is full of resentment, you are eager to vent, you are eager for revenge, and the raging fire in your heart cannot be calmed down in your chest, right?"
How can... calm down?
Xianghe clenched his fists, and his nails dug deeply into his skin. Blood flowed out of his hands and soaked the ground red.
"Are you going to give me the same power as that guy and then use me?" Xianghe couldn't help laughing.
"Yes, you are right! So my heart moved, I agreed, and then I was used, right?!"
Wasn't this the scene we have now?
When he was at his most desperate, Death came and gave him strength...
"I wouldn't say that."
However, the man shook his head
"For me, you are not someone to be used."
Several blurry figures suddenly appeared on his body, and Xianghe was stunned when he looked at them.
"They... are all abandoned by the world like you. We... are not the relationship between humans and swords."
"They are partners who share a common goal and work together for that goal."
The man once again extended his hand to Xianghe
"Join us, we..."
"When the prison is broken, the resentment in my heart will be poured out."
He said like a chant
"At the end of the thousand years, Satan will be released from his prison, and he will come out to deceive all the nations on the four corners of the earth, Gog and Magog, and cause them to gather together for war. Their numbers will be as numerous as the sand on the seashore..."
He is...Satan...
When he breaks the prison, the whole world will fall into strife, because he will bring countless souls who have been cursed, betrayed and filled with resentment, and let them end everything!
Xianghe looked at the man's face, slightly absent-minded...
This man... possesses incredible power.
Then, he moved his mouth and said
"Who are you?"
The man smiled
"My name is Jig... I used to be a Quincy priest... I am now..."
"Dark Lord!"
In an instant, his temperament completely changed. He was full of mystery and unknown before, but now he is like the king of ghosts!
Countless miserable and miserable ghosts were wandering around him, and the sounds of hell were ringing around him. This is the dark monarch, Jig, the King of Ghosts!
"I join you...my...king"
Xianghe, who had returned to his original appearance as a god of death, stretched out his right hand and held it with Jig's stretched out hand.
"Then...come back..."
Jige twisted Xianghe's body and turned it into a spirit that entered his red left arm, whispering his current name.