Chapter 241 For Whom the Bell Tolls
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The world is often deceived by the rugged appearance, huge size and savage lower cousins of the giant bull demon, thinking that they are all reckless men with amazing brute strength.
This is not to be underestimated, after all, these Bafumo's dependents do possess unparalleled strange powers; but what complements them is that the intelligence of these demons is also superior!
Because Baphomet, the King of the Horned Demon, is a terrifying hunter who is both ferocious, brutal, cunning and ruthless!
Brogmir undoubtedly inherited the spirit of his master. When he appeared to destroy the maze with brute force, no one doubted that he was also a powerful priest!
The flames carrying the blasphemous energy of the abyss crashed down from the top of the Dark Territory without warning, hitting Ron's heavenly spirit accurately, and the terrifying flames swallowed him up instantly!
"Ron!" "Benefactor!" "Lord!"
No one could detect the deliberate sneak attack by such a powerful demon. When they reacted, only a charred corpse was left where Ron was standing.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Sera's eyes shed two lines of blood and tears at this moment. With the emotions of sadness and anger rising, her offensive once again rose to a new level at this moment. Green and red colors bloomed on the Canglan Grip. Glory, in the blow like a stormy sea, Brogmir never had any chance to free his hand.
The devil's heart was extremely shocked at this moment. He couldn't believe that this mortal who he had been able to deal with with ease just now actually had to work up a lot of energy to fight at this moment - how could she become so strong? !
"Ron!" Ivy almost went crazy, she cried on Ron's charred corpse. It's not like she has never experienced separation and death. As an adventurer, it is almost common for a half-elf warrior to die in battle with her companions. Even she herself has the consciousness to be exposed in the wilderness at any time for various reasons.
But... but! Ron is different, he is definitely different! How could he die like this? ! And he died without warning! Just because of that devil's spell? !
"Ivy, you..." Sylvia knelt down and tried to comfort the half-elf. However, as soon as the mage's hand touched Ivy, she immediately threw it aside.
"Sylvia!" Ivy raised her head and glared at the vampire with tears on her face, "You cold-blooded creature! Does Ron owe you anything?! You won't even shed a tear for him! flow?!"
"No, my benefactor saved my life, but..." Sylvia was pushed to the ground by Ivy, but she was not angry. She just hesitated and pointed at Sera, who was still fighting with Brogmir.
"Ivy, you have to know that when the caster dies or even suffers fatal injuries, most of his spells will be interrupted. But look at Sera..."
"I'm not the one who performed the giant transformation spell on her!"
"My god did not give me this kind of spell." Seeing Ivy and Sylvia looking over, Victoria wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of her mouth. Due to the influence of the chain of protection, when Sera is harmed, it will also be reflected back to her.
"Then..." Ivy stared at the corpse in her arms in shock, "Ron, he's not dead yet?"
"He should be dead," Victoria shrugged. "Resurrection can be used on him, but my suggestion is to wait for a minute?"
At this time, Ron had no idea that his companions had decided to let him "die for a while." His vision just went dark after that moment of high temperature. When he embraced consciousness again, he seemed to be sinking downwards, as if he was drowning.
This is... what this world will look like after death?
Ron tried to open his mouth, but no sound came out; he tried to swim, but he couldn't control his body. And when he finally understood the environment he was in, the scene changed instantly, causing him to lose all consciousness in an instant.
In this place, Ron could not feel the passage of time or the changes in space. He only knew that the surrounding scene was changing again and again, and the physical and mental torture did not stop for a moment. He seemed to have experienced all possible causes of death to the extreme!
"I finally understand why they say that people who have died once are not willing to die again." Unconsciously, Ron realized that he seemed to have regained the ability to speak. He was now on a gray wasteland, not far away. There seemed to be a pair of green eyes looking at him, the uninvited guest.
"Did you get bitten to death by a wolf this time?" Ron stood up slowly and sighed helplessly, "Victoria, Victoria, you'd better drag me back quickly..."
"The resurrection technique has a one-minute limit."
Ron took the initiative and walked towards the wolf. After all, there would be another time after this time, and he didn't care if it was more or less. On the contrary, he can move freely now, which is a bit strange.
Can he cast spells now?
Ron raised his hand and tried to cast a light spell to illuminate the gray field around him, but he failed. And at this moment, the wolf also started to move, but...
It raised its upper body upright and held a pair of sickles?
"This is the 'Death Realm', the transit point for the souls of all the dead in Surrez," the strange wolf began to speak, using the common language, "Here you will experience all the ways of death and see all possible Death until your soul finds its rightful home.”
Just as it was speaking, the wolf's form changed countless times. Ron not only saw the traditional appearance wearing a cloak and holding a giant scythe, but he even saw some images of wide robes and wide sleeves. !
How is this possible?
"It seems that you have come into contact with a lot of cultures." The other party's form was finally determined to be a half-goat, half-human appearance. "This one looks like the goatmen in the Fairy Wilderness? It's interesting, but who would think that they can serve as What about the job of Death?"
"Who are you?" Ron took two steps back in shock. This existence seemed to be just imitating all the images of death in his memory, but he himself clearly knew their origins!
"Manager of the 'Death Realm', is this introduction enough?" The Goat approached Ron, not giving him a chance to dodge. "Theoretically, I should be neutral and treat every soul impartially. But in fact this operation is not easy to achieve, what do you think?”
"'No man is an island, and no man is safe from himself,'" Ron thought for a moment and replied, "If you are not some kind of machine, it will be difficult to achieve absolute neutrality."
"Exactly, not to mention that other gods always want to exert influence on me." The other party nodded in agreement, "It seems that we have a lot of common topics. Then you answer me: Since no one can be safe , how can a being like me maintain balance?"
"It's very simple. You don't need to be absolutely balanced, but just maintain balance dynamically."
"Dynamic, it makes sense." The satyr nodded. It suddenly stood up on its hooves, stretched out a human-like but hairy finger, and touched Ron's chest. "In this case, you should also become Part of 'dynamic equilibrium', isn't it?"
Suddenly, a door filled with light opened behind Ron. Countless arms stretched out from behind the door and began to grab his sleeves and arms, constantly pulling him back, trying to drag him into the door. Inside.
"Don't struggle, child." The satyr's face showed no emotion or anger, and he just watched Ron gradually leave. "This is your companion calling you home."
Ron subconsciously looked down at his chest, only to find that there seemed to be only a gray fingerprint mark on the skin there: "Don't worry, it's just that you can collect some souls for me."
The satyr waved gently at Ron, watched him disappear behind the light door, and murmured to himself: "So, don't ask for whom the bell tolls, it needs you to ring for me." "
