Interstellar Reaper

The summoning array is not so easy to draw, especially the seven-pointed star. The book has strict requirements for this. It must be formed in one stroke, and there must be no disconnection. Otherwise, the summoning array will be useless and must be restarted.

Fortunately, Wells sketched a rough pattern on the ground in advance, and then copied it with blood with a brush. The summoning array drawn was naturally the most perfect.

With the formation of the summoning array, the surrounding air seemed to begin to change, and the indoor temperature system seemed to have suddenly failed. Although the sudden drop in temperature could not be called cold, it was clearly like taking a cold bath in summer.

A trace of yin energy gathered in the room, Wells focused on the work in hand, ignoring the fact that the air under his hands should have solidified and turned dark red, but at this moment it was still as bright red as blood that had just flowed out of the veins, and the lights began to flicker. Stop, the candlesticks that have been prepared just come in handy at this time.

When the midnight bell was about to ring, non-human beings in black robes suddenly appeared in the study room. To Wells' surprise, there were not just one of them, but as many as 13 of them. There is no difference in height, shape or even the sickle in his hand, as if carved out of a mold.

A long chain extended from the sickles of the thirteen messengers, and a gray-black soul was bound at the end of the finger-thick chain.The genders and ages of these souls are different, but they all have the evil aura all over their bodies. From the color of the souls and the evil aura, Wells guessed that these people are probably not good people, which made him inexplicably gratified.

At this time, the souls who were chosen as sacrifices all looked dazed, and their empty eyes made them look like puppets, who could only be dragged by the chains and float in mid-air.

The arrival of the envoy meant that Wells no longer needed to intervene in the subsequent events. He silently retreated to the corner, leaning against the wall and watching the scene in front of him quietly. The last time he survived without knowing why, this time He didn't know if he was so lucky.

Angry?Maybe not, after seeing these "death gods" when he was young, and knowing so much about their deeds, Wells understood that his life might not belong to him from that moment on.

He had made countless mental preparations for that day. Last time he thought that would be his end, but things developed unexpectedly. But this time, Wells still didn't take any chances.

No matter what the ending is, he has to face it, it's just that he has some regrets.

The envoys surrounded the summoning circle, and chanted the summoning spell with the electronic clock's time report, which was not compatible with the complicated and obscure spells of human summoning. Their spells seemed to be only a short sentence, and Wells couldn't understand what it was at all. Meaning, but inexplicably felt that there should be a name in it.

The name of their master, the Lord of Darkness.

Repeating and calling over and over again, the reverent and pious calls that spread in his mind resonated with Wells. He subconsciously wanted to follow their intonation and read the sentence, but found that when he pronounced the first syllable I can't pronounce the word that I don't know the meaning at all.

The atmosphere in the study room is getting weirder and weirder. The cold breath spreads in every corner. The lighting system seems to be unable to bear the coldness anymore. It finally stopped working with a click. The candles maintain the brightness in the study room. Swaying in the blowing wind, it might go out at any moment.

The sacrifices with blank expressions seemed to come alive suddenly, and began to howl. Their figures also did not come from their mouths, but spread like brain waves, and Wells' brain was stabbed by the impact.But no matter how much he wailed, the soul of the sacrifice was still under the action of the summoning array, turning into strips of black air, gathering in the center of the summoning array, forming a black vortex.

Compared with the last vortex, this time the vortex is thicker and wider.Wells stared at the vortex that appeared, almost forgot to breathe.

Still stretched out a hand first, followed by the big sleeve of the black robe, and then a black human figure was revealed.The Lord of Darkness, who looks very similar to the "Grim Reaper", but is called "My Lord" by them, has finally stepped into the positive universe again and descended to the human world.

The cold atmosphere in the study almost condensed into water, but the sky outside did not change as it did last time. In the calm night sky, even a not bright crescent moon could be seen.

The Lord of Darkness stepped out of the teleportation channel, feeling a little down-to-earth. He seems to have never touched the ground. The power of darkness is extremely corrosive. If he touches the body, everything he touches will be turned into nothingness. barren.

But now, the shell made by the old lich has suppressed his power to the greatest extent. Although there is still a slight overflow of power, the world will no longer collapse directly because of his arrival.

Satisfied with observing the effect of the shell, he turned his gaze to the only human present.

[Wills Adnett? 】

Gods never call mortals by their names lightly. When they call each other by their full name, it often represents an acknowledgment of this person.

And if you respond to his call, you will dedicate all of yourself to this god in disguise, and the god will have the power to decide everything about you, and you cannot resist.

For devout believers, this is an honor, but for non-believers, this may be a tragedy, and Wells is obviously one of the tragedies, even though he has read many books and studied various Religious deeds, but there has never been a document telling him that the call of the gods cannot be answered at will.

So Wells answered naturally at this time, not even surprised why the other party knew his name, "Yes, I don't know why you appeared this time?"

When asked directly, he didn't have the envoy's almost paranoid enthusiasm for the Lord of Darkness, but his sincere attitude was better than before. Even in front of his father, Wells had never been so respectful.

And the Lord of Darkness is not a god who likes to beat around the bush. Compared to those hypocritical social uses, he only likes simple and direct conversations, so his envoys also have a straight-talking personality.

[The prosperity of the human world exceeded my expectations, and it also aroused my interest. For a period of time in the future, I will stay in the human world until I get tired of it. During this period, you will be in charge of my daily living and transportation. ] After a pause, he added, [As a reward, I allow you to make a wish. 】

The wish from the Lord of Darkness is simply the highest honor. The messengers who have stopped calling all turn their eyes to Wells at this moment, even if they don't have any feelings, they are a little jealous at this moment.

Wells didn't see the gaze of these messengers, but the pressing pressure still made his whole body tense, and now he is not in the mood to think about that wish, he cares more about the words in front of the Lord of Darkness, "You Do you want to stay here? Just for...playing?" He struggled for a while before finding out the words to describe when.

【Yes. 】

Regarding the arrival of this person, Wells thought about many possibilities, but he never thought that the other party was actually for this.

He wanted to refuse, the memory of the last meeting was still fresh, he remembered what this person said, the existence that would collapse the world just by appearing, actually wanted to stay for a long time?Is this the pace of the end of the universe?

[The body I am using now can suppress my power very well and prevent it from affecting the outside world, so your worries are unnecessary. 】

The power of the gods is almost omnipotent, and it is not difficult to see what a mortal is thinking, especially when the Lord of Darkness "talks" to him, the thinking is connected, so Wells' thoughts are not blocked in front of him.

Being peeped at his real thoughts made Wells feel complicated. This feeling of being stared at by others is not good at all, but now he can only let his brain empty, not because of a sudden thought of something that makes Wells feel complicated. The other party found out again.

The Lord of Darkness is not interested in the thoughts of a mortal, 【Then, your answer? 】

It's a question that doesn't accept a negative answer, and Wells has no choice.

"We are happy to help."

What else could he say?The summoning is over, the black vortex has disappeared long ago, and there is no escape route left, what else can he do besides agreeing?

"It's just that I also hope that you won't cause too much of a stir during your stay here." Wells said very tactfully, which was unbelievable to him, but he even tried to persuade the god not to hurt innocent people. None of the rights.

Who can prevent the god of death from harvesting souls?

[This is natural, I hate trouble. 】

"In order to ensure that your identity will not be leaked, I will arrange a temporary identity for you as soon as possible, but this requires your name. If I take the liberty to ask, should I call you Tartarus, Hades, Caius or Er Ribos?" These are all the names of the gods of darkness and death recorded in the books.

[That's what you humans call me, it's never been my name. ] The Lord of Darkness said lightly, 【My name cannot be pronounced in human language, but I allow you to call me 'Skutas'. 】

Skutas, the source of darkness.