Gerald walked on the street, slowly pulling the sickle on his hand.

The sickle mopped the floor, and bloodstains flowed out from the handle of the knife that touched the ground.

Threads of markings, straight blood marks.

At twelve to thirty midnight.

Drawn.

Gerald put away his sickle and hangs in mid-air.

Open the evil spirit book in your hand.

"I, Ghost Sword Survivor Silva."

"Tonight, my Lord, the God of Death!"

"I would like to sacrifice to you in the name of a city, for you... My Lord... a coming!"

Gerald sang loudly, and red lights lit up in sequence with Gerald's chant.

At first there was only one circle outside the city wall, and then there were thousands of blood marks mixed on the street. In the end, all the light condensed into one, and a huge blood-colored magic circle was formed in the stars.

At the center of the magic circle, there was a city lord's mansion that was not prepared and sang and danced.

"The darkness of the night is about to last forever."

"The blood will never wither."

"Death is also life."

"Come on! My Lord!"

Gerald's tone was raised, and the blood light of the evil spirit book in his hand exploded.

There were faint sounds of bone collisions and corpses hissings sounded from the mine cave in the distance.

The phantom fell from the sky, holding two bloody rays in hand, and the evil spirit book.

Wearing a tattered gray-black hood, no feet, no flesh.

Two tufts of soul flames burned in the hollow skull.

Death, the god of death has come.

"My believer, wake up!"

Grinning his mouth, the god of death smiled and opened his hands, summoning his own believers.

"KaKa"

"roar.."

"KaKa"

"roar.."

Flashes of skeletons climbed, and the sound of dead bodies unearthed sounded. Tens of thousands of evil spirit skeletons and rotten zombies suddenly appeared from all directions, rushed towards the Shinjin Town.

Blood light arose and reflects the whole city red.

The civilians who were sleeping peacefully and the lord's mansion that sings and dances were all alarmed.

But it's too late.

Killing has begun, sacrifice has been completed.

The screams echoed intercity when the first rotten zombie rushed into the Shinjin Town.

The figures of panic and fleeing were ramming like headless flies.

The residents who prayed for a birth to the heavens were only swarming from all directions, tearing and swallowing their evil spirits.

Blood flowed on the ground, gathered into a group and slowly rose, blending into the body of the god of death.

That vain ankle gradually showed a phantom under the nourishment of blood.

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

A tingling reward sound in my ears made Gerald, or Gerald whose real name was Silva, feel more pleasant.

After lurking for several years, the task was finally completed.

Death finally arrived in this plane.

Just wait for this Shinjin Town to be slaughtered, then you who have completed the ultimate mission of the system will surely be able to live forever.

"Come on! The system gives me eternal life!"

Gerald was suspended in front of the God of Death, watching the blood flowing into a river of Shining Gold Town, and the blood that condensed kept flowing into the God of Death's body, screaming excitedly.

He will live forever!

The system will make him immortal!

"My servant!"

"I will give you eternal life!"

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

In his fleshless mouth, Death said something, but Gerald couldn't hear it clearly and slowly approached.

"puff!"

A knife passed by.

Gerald is dead.

Dead before the god of death he summoned.

A ray of inspiration flew out from Gerald's body that fell to the ground and sank into the body of the god of death.

Feeling the soul returning to oneness, Death laughed again.

"Come on! Foolish mortals!"

"This magical battle! I will enter the first place after all!"

Death raised his hands high.

Blood-colored sickle, evil spirit book.

Treasurely gray robe, creeping white bones.

Roaring and singing, blood flowing.

Death is very happy.

This foolish believer sacrificed a very vibrant city.

It's late at night.

The blood is bright.

The moonlight gradually became contaminated by blood and became a bloody moon.

Rotten zombies devour the fresh life.

The evil spirits of skeleton slaughtered terrified creatures.

Blood, fear, death.

The city that is unsaved is about to sink.

Holy Mountain, the Holy Church.

"Dong."

"Dong."

"Dong."

...

The "Sacred Sound" located at the highest point of the Holy Mountain sounded twelve consecutive sounds tonight.

Three sounds of God’s Day celebration, six sounds of baptism of the Son, nine sounds of the Pope’s new term.

Twelve tones.

Continental disaster.

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

Countless priests and nuns running around were in a mess.

The ascetic monks and the hermit knights rushed out from a corner of the holy mountain and gathered together in the highest hall of the holy mountain.

“Sacred Temple…”

The Pope has taken his seat at this time and is waiting for the twelve Cardinals to join the list.

"Dong thud."
To be continued...