Sword Heart of Rebirth

"Enough is enough for me!!!!" Just when everyone was about to fight, they were stopped by my roar, and I gently put the evil spirit in my arms on the ground.

"Jian Xin..." Killing God stared at my actions with wide red eyes in disbelief, although his tone was a little unbelievable, he does not intend to intervene in this matter now.

"Are you going to stand up for the Lord God?" A look of disdain appeared on the face of Death God.

I don't want to say anything to him: "Don't you understand the will of the Lord God?"

"What..." The god of death didn't seem to expect me to ask such a question, and was speechless for a while.

"Little swordsman..." The evil god's slight voice sounded, and he seemed to be trying his best to express something.

Although the evil god woke up, his situation was not optimistic.The breath of the evil god is very weak, and if the spiritual power is not sent to it in time, it will soon weaken.The wound has stopped bleeding but will not heal, making it prone to infection.The priest blows the flute and sends spiritual power to the evil god, but the spiritual power and the healing effect of the flute cannot be transmitted to the weak evil god.

"Damn it, do it again." The priest was about to play the flute again when he was stopped by the Sword Demon God. "You're just wasting your spiritual power in vain."

"But if this goes on, the Cthulhu will..." The pastor didn't continue, and he knew from the eyes of the Sword Demon God that he was completely helpless now.

"That's right." The Sword Demon God grabbed the priest's wrist as if remembering something, and lifted up the cuff of his robe, revealing the black bracelet without any cover.

"Don't you have the black bracelet that the evil god gave you power, use this. It is made of the spiritual power of the evil god." The Sword Demon God raised the priest's wrist to show him.

"It's really just a try," the pastor put the black bracelet on his wrist on the evil god's body, "I'll give you back the power you lent me." As soon as the pastor finished speaking, the bracelet turned black The spiritual power of the evil spirit was integrated into the body of the evil god, and the lifeless amber eyes seemed to have become a little angry.

The evil god was confused for a while before trying to stand up: "Light, shadow." Hearing the evil god calling their names, the black and white sickle came to the evil god at the speed of light.

"Cthulhu, with your current body, you can't beat Death at all."

Holding on to the sickle, the evil spirit reluctantly stood up and came to us again: "You are really an idiot, God of Death." Soon the evil spirit's weak voice sounded from behind me, and I looked back to see that he was already standing behind me.

"Cthulhu, what are you doing here? Your body can't even walk now." I watched Cthulhu dragging his weak body over, feeling a little angry but more distressed.What are you doing if your body hasn't recovered yet?I wanted to return to thinking, but seeing the evil god's wounds disappeared immediately.

"I'm sorry, little swordsman," the evil god smiled apologetically on his bloodless face, "but I have something to say to Brother Death God."

Worried that the evil god would not be able to support it, he put his shoulders on mine. "Do you know? Reaper. Brother, he has had a different feeling for you from before," Reaper's face showed a look of astonishment, "I have been watching the interaction between you and brother. In your eyes. You may not know that when you died, your elder brother, who never cried, actually burst into tears and regarded me, who had always loved me so much, as an evil god, and he would kill you."

"What?" Death's eyes widened in surprise, "The astrologer actually..."

"Your death was a big blow to my brother. After that, my brother looked devastated. He lost the most important thing, and the whole person lost his soul. Brother, he has always been brooding about your death, to be honest Yes, he doesn't hate me. He just hates himself for not protecting you well. "

The evil god lowered his head and glanced at the main god on the ground, and then looked at the god of death: "I hope you can know how important you are to my brother. I also hope that you will not go wrong."

After the Cthulhu said this, he passed out again. I held his body in my arms and stroked his long black hair: "Okay, God of Death, let's make a choice."