Sikali's off-white magic robe instantly turned black, and a breath of death enveloped her whole body.

This turned out to be a white magic robe, but instantly turned into a black magic robe. In fact, it is also a very powerful piece of armor collected in the space ring.

In the process of converting light magic, changing to white can not only get a commission when applying light magic, but also cover up one's own dark aura.

But now, in the world of the undead, she no longer needs to hide her identity. She has changed back to a black magic robe and the damage caused by commissioning dark magic has been greatly increased. Although the entire barrier has begun to crack, the vibration is obviously smaller than before.

.

"Do you think this thing is useful? Who can restrain it except the staff of the goddess of light?" Lord Death laughed, "What a pity, the goddess of light will never come here, so you will gradually go to hell with your despair.

Bar!"

hell……

Sikarimi looked at him. It was clear that the Death Lord came out of hell, was a subordinate of Hades, and was a high-level demi-god. Why would he betray Hades?

Suddenly, Sikarimi, who looked at the Death Lord, realized something was wrong.

The whole body was wrapped together, but the black cloth on his body obviously couldn't cover the body that was already a skeleton, but the part without the head was exposed! That part was covered by black air, and no one could be seen at all.

after all……

Sikalimi's eyes moved to the cursed staff in Lord Death's hand. No wonder, no wonder Hades would give him such a thing, and he was not afraid of backlash at all.

Although this thing is an artifact, it has no backlash effect on the Death Lord in front of me!

The reason is simple.

"Gacillia!" When the barrier suddenly shattered, the Death Lord laughed, but suddenly heard this name...

He subconsciously paused, the hand holding the wand trembled, and almost dropped the cursed wand to the ground.

"Evil God Galicilia, am I right?"

Lord Death did not answer, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking with his empty skeleton. "You are very smart." After a while, he finally replied, "After so many years, no one can know who I am, except death."

The King of Spirits, but you are obviously not him. You are the second undead person after him who knows who I am."

"Why betray Hades?"

"I have never betrayed," no betrayal, no attempt to gain power, nothing at all.

"Why are you looking like this now?"

"Are you surprised?" Galicia looked at her, "You can guess who I am. It proves that you are that person. You really didn't expect it."

"What?" I just know her identity.

"It seems that I can't just kill a random person." Galicia shook the cursed wand in his hand, "My head is on this wand, so this wand can be returned to me.

Huge ability without worrying about backlash. Not everyone can obtain this effect. God of the Underworld gave him to me for a very deep purpose."

Sikalimi frowned. Do the superiors like to say some unexplained words for others to guess? I am really tired of this conversation pattern.

"Don't be impatient, young angel." Galicia said slowly, "I did not betray Hades back then, nor did I want to squeeze him out of the position of Hades. The main god is the clone of the Mother Goddess of Creation. Who can

It cannot be replaced. Even if I have such wild thoughts, I also know that I am not a clone of the Mother Goddess. I am a dark body created by Hades from the elements. I shaped it into a personality, and then slowly developed my own thoughts and ideas.

The body becomes his subordinate god.”

"I was decapitated during the God War. In order for me to continue to exist, Hades turned me into an undead. From another perspective, we Death Lords are the real waiting group of undead and will

My head became an integral part of the Curse Rod."

"After the war with the gods...wasn't the God of Hades reborn after the war with the gods?"

"Yes!" Galicilia's tone was a little angry, "That's because he turned us all into undead, and opened the world of the undead with the seriously injured divine body!"

"Why should we put you in the world of the dead?" Sikalimi wondered. Even if he is an undead, Galicilia is considered a demigod and there is no need to stay in the world of the dead.

"You will know one day. That's why I can't tell you."

Can't tell.

"Have you been cursed?"

"Almost, so you need to find this by yourself." Galicilia was suspended in the air, and Sikarimi felt that he looked at himself up and down, "My mission in the world of the dead, accept the rod of curse."

"Isn't this your weapon?"

"It's also my responsibility."

The Cursed Staff slowly broke away from Galicilia's hand and flew into Sikarimi's hand.

"Normally I would fall into a deep sleep, but that head has my consciousness, and I will chat with you at important moments."

Sikalimi nodded, chatting?

Realizing that Galicilia was leaving, Sikalimi looked around and said, "Gacillia." She couldn't let him go, she was seriously injured, and Morfa couldn't move. Could it be that he was going to make a mobile food table?

Galicilia, who knew what Sikalimi had called him to do, did not look back and continued to float forward, "You have no ability to protect yourself. Even if you disappear, I will not sympathize with you. Moreover, this matter is simply

You don’t need me to worry about it.”

What is this...

How can you ignore them...

Soon, Sikalimi knew why. The powerful aura of twelve nightmares came from not far away. Sikalimi was about to be on guard when she suddenly saw the twelve powerful nightmares riding undead.

Knights, and they are not ordinary undead knights, with black cloaks, shiny silver armor, and a dazzling mark on the left chest of the armor.

That was a sign that the entire world of the undead trembled.

The rose looks like blood splashing out, looking charming, charming and beautiful.

They quickly dismounted and knelt down towards Morfa.

"grown ups!"

Sikalimi turned around and stared at Morfa closely, as if she wanted to see through him.

"You are here." He briefly explained his identity to the group of knights, and then the leader of the Rose Knight immediately drew his sword and pointed it at Sikalimi, "Sir, do you want to kill her?"

"No." Morfa shook his head.

The sword in the Rose Knight's hand was neatly and neatly put back into the scabbard, but his blood-red eyes were still staring at Sikarimi unblinkingly.

Morfa looked at Sikarimi's eyes, "What do you want to know?"
Chapter completed!