Chapter 1586 Time Hourglass

At this time, in a main hall of the Death Star, Obate, the former warden of the Hero Prison, was discussing Huang Yi with several senior officials of the Death Star.

"Although the Killing God is the best among the god-given people, his strength is still too weak. He has not even reached the level of a god, and he is not enough to control the Temple of Death! Our third legion only respects the strong! He can beat the old man, the old man Only then will you be convinced!" A burly man in white battle armor said loudly. He holds a huge mace, and his voice is as rough as thunder. He is the third marshal among the ten marshals of the Temple of Death. He has conquered one world after another for the God of Death, and spread the light of faith in the God of Death to countless living beings. .

"Sooner or later, the god of killing will become a god! And even with his current strength, you may not be his opponent." Obate said bluntly.

"Killing God sat on the throne of Lord Death God alone without informing us. This is not appropriate! He must at least show us his strength to prove that he is indeed capable of inheriting the position of Lord Death God." A man in a gorgeous robe said politely. He is the left envoy of death, who once represented the god of death to go to hundreds of millions of worlds, and issued the god of death's will to the leaders of countless forces. Seeing him is like seeing the god of death himself, and you have to kneel down to meet the order.

"I haven't even seen the face of the God of Killing, it's unreasonable for me to surrender to him now!"

"The position of God of Death is reserved for those who are capable! Even if the incompetent has received the inheritance of God of Death, he is not worthy to be in charge of the Temple of God of Death!"

The high-level officials of the Temple of Death expressed their views one after another.

They are already the only remaining high-level people in the Temple of Death, and they are the most loyal group of people to the Temple of Death, but it is precisely because of this that they have higher requirements for those who are in charge of the Temple of Death, and Huang Yi obviously did not get them. Approved by most people.

At this moment, the outside of the main hall suddenly became white, and a thick ray of light suddenly shot up into the sky in the distance, like a miracle.

"That's... the direction of the Palace of Doom!"

"Has God of Death really broken into the ninth floor?"

"Let's go over and have a look right away!"

For a moment, everyone was shocked and stared blankly at the huge white light.

At this moment, white spots of light suddenly appeared on their bodies, flew away from the main hall, rose rapidly, and flew towards the thick ray of light in the distance.

It's not just them, the countless corners of the entire huge Death Star are all transpiring with traces of off-white aura, climbing over mountains and mountains,

Flying across the ocean, they all flew towards the thick white light and merged into it.

If someone were able to observe the entire Death Star from outer space, they would find that the Death Star seemed to be ignited, with sparks everywhere.

At this time, the thick ray of light quickly spread out, turning into a layer of enchantment covering the entire Death Star, like the aurora floating in the sky, beautiful and beautiful.

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"Successful!" In the Hall of Destruction, Huang Yi looked at the radiant Reaper's Scythe in front of him, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He completed Obate's vision and successfully integrated the weapon spirit into the Reaper's Scythe, which greatly increased the strength of the Death Star's formation, and could help the remaining masters of the Death's Temple resist the attack of the barbarian.

However, this also means that he can't take the Death Scythe away, and can only keep it here, unless he can find other ways to ensure the safety of the Death Star.

He didn't feel any pity either, the Death God's Scythe was just a tool spirit, it didn't help the battle, and after losing the Death God's Sword, he could still control some rules of death, but it wasn't as convenient as before.

Instead, the butcher knife he got was a finished professional artifact that perfectly fit him. It was of great help in combat and could improve his strength by several notches.

Huang Yi glanced at the Death Scythe, turned around and went downstairs, leaving the Hall of Death.

As soon as he came out of the Hall of Perdition, he saw a group of people outside.

Each of them has a deep breath, and they are the kind of people who have been the great consummation of the False God countless years ago. They can try to become a god at any time, but they didn't choose to do so.

Among this group of people, Huang Yi only knew two of them, one was Obat, and the other was the Archangel of Death who gave him the box that sealed the bloodhoof soul.

"Killing God, you succeeded?" Obate stepped forward and asked excitedly.

Huang Yi nodded: "I've integrated the spirit of the Reaper's Scythe into the main body, and now the Reaper's Scythe is slowly rotating on the ninth floor, increasing the strength of the Death Star's formation."

"Even we can't break through the last few floors of the Death Hall. Only the main god has the strength to find out. How did you break through?" A senior official of the Death God Hall asked suspiciously.

"It's inconvenient to disclose this matter." Huang Yi said casually, he didn't know the reason, obviously there was a certain existence behind him who helped him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to break through.

"The knife in your hand is quite weird, it keeps dripping with blood, did you kill any creature in the Palace of Death just now?"

"That knife is so familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

"The butcher's knife! That's the butcher's knife! The Lord of the Palace of Death was killed by this butcher's knife!"

"Throw it away!"

"Are you holding it to seek death?"

For a moment, all the high-level officials of the Death God Temple retreated quickly, avoiding it from a distance, and made various defensive postures, staring at the butcher knife, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Huang Yi smiled lightly, shook the butcher knife in front of him, and said, "Don't worry! This butcher knife has been subdued by me, and I won't harm anyone casually anymore."

"What?" Everyone was surprised and stared blankly at the butcher knife.

It wasn't until then that they realized that the butcher's knife was indeed very docile, and it didn't spew out bloody light like it used to. It seemed that it was really subdued by Huang Yi.

"How did you, a mere god-given person, subdue the butcher's knife? This is something that ordinary gods can't do! Did you do something wrong?" asked a high-ranking person in the Temple of Death, with a look of superiority. , squinting at Huang Yi, as if he didn't believe that he could suppress this butcher knife with his own strength.

Huang Yi glanced at the man, shook his head, and said: "You know too little about me! If you are not so arrogant, you can let go of your figure and ask about my past, you will know my relationship with the tyrant. I I know, you are loyal to Death, but you are not convinced by my new generation of Death. I have no time to fight for power with you now. When I save the second world, you want to challenge me, and I will accompany you at any time. You will know whether I am qualified to sit on the throne of God of Death!"

After finishing speaking, he smashed the butcher knife in his hand to the ground!

The ground here was built with materials from the Hall of Death. It was originally indestructible, but now Huang Yi took the butcher's knife and punched it, but it opened cracks. Scary wounds bleeding.

With this small movement, he immediately showed a compelling aura, confident and calm, and fearless.

"Of course the God of Death is qualified to sit on the throne of the God of Death! I firmly support the God of Death!" At this time, a ten-winged angel with black wings bowed his head and said that he was the death who had a relationship with Huang Yi before. Archangel.

"I, the head of the Knights of the Temple of Death, declare that I will be loyal to Lord Killing God, and together with Lord Killing God, we will restore the glory of the Temple of Death!" A dragon knight riding a bone dragon suddenly jumped off his mount, took off the Helmet, kneeling on one leg towards Huang Yi.

"Killing God can be recognized by Death God's Scythe, which naturally proves that he is qualified to become a new generation of Death God! I, the High Priest of Death, is also willing to follow Killing God!"

Soon, the senior officials of the Temple of Death bowed their heads one after another, expressing their loyalty to Huang Yi.

But there are still some high-level people who are indifferent, standing on the sidelines and watching, their eyes are deep, and they don't know what they are thinking.

Huang Yi ignored them, turned to look at Obat, his expression eased, and asked, "Did you find the hourglass of time?"

Obate smiled, shook his palm, took out a flooded hourglass, handed it to Huang Yi, and said, "Fortunately, I found the hourglass of time!"

Huang Yi quickly took the floodlight hourglass.

The hourglass is bronze-colored, but it is not a real entity. It is as light as nothing in the hand, without the texture of touching an object. It seems to be just a group of illusory images.

In the hourglass, there are countless fine sands glowing with orange light flowing slowly, like golden years.

"At this time, the time hourglass can probably stop the time of the second world for two days, but after two days have passed, the sand of time in this hourglass will take a hundred times longer to return to its original place, and it cannot be used again in a short time!" Ou Bart said, his voice sounded around the hourglass of time, with echoes, as if it came from a long distance in time, like the memory of yesterday.

Huang Yi only felt that everything around him seemed to slow down, those voices, those lights and shadows all became hazy, everyone's body was flooded with light, leaving only a vague outline.

"Okay! I'll go back right away!" Huang Yi nodded, his voice echoed, his head was groggy, as if he was drunk, and he was in a trance.

With a flick of his palm, he immediately put the time hourglass into the storage ring.

In an instant, everything around returned to its original state, the figure became clear again, and the voice no longer echoed, as if awakened from sleep all at once.

He nodded towards Obat, the Archangel of Death, the head of the Knights of the Temple of Death, the High Priest of Death and other senior officials who were loyal to him, and then left quickly.

He came to the Temple of Death this time, originally to send reinforcements to the Second World, but he didn't expect that the Temple of Death was also in crisis. In order to resist the attack of the barbarian gods, he was overwhelmed and couldn't send any manpower. Instead, he was needed to go to the Temple of Death Fuse the Reaper to protect the Death Star.

All he could bring back were the hourglass of time and the butcher's knife.