These three options are actually one!

The original witch subconsciously thought.

But when he saw that half-smiling expression, he knew that any reaction he had was in the other person's design.

piece……

He is just a chess piece that has been pushed to the forefront.

The original witch felt inexplicably disheartened.

"Oh, many people want to be chess pieces but they don't have this opportunity." 'Little Zaratul' easily understood the original witch's thoughts and pointed out: "Unless you are willing to be swallowed by that bad boy Amon, otherwise...

"

Before he finished speaking, the original witch knew what the other party meant.

Does He really have a choice?

The answer is of course no.

In this case, let Him show off again.

"Great mystery, please help me resurrect Salinger, the God of Death." The original witch knelt on one knee and lowered her head honestly.

no way.

This one is ‘secret’.

A correct attitude is the only option.

As for whether I can return to the throne of the "Original Witch" in the future...

how to say?

-It depends on your luck.

He knew not to expect too much.

"Very good, I have received your wish." 'Little Zaratul' pinched his monocle and said with a relaxed smile: "If it were before, I might have to put in a lot of effort, but now."

While speaking, a gray mist floated from nowhere and filled the entire 'mirror world'.

Time and space are reversed.

The original witch seemed to have traveled through several eras in an instant, and returned to her most prosperous and glorious period - the 'Pale Disaster'!

Boundless sea of ​​blood, dense bones.

Disaster and death filled the world.

The original witch looked at Salinger, the God of Death, who stood on the three-headed dragon and held the scepter of the dead, with a rare look of nostalgia.

"Your humanity is very stable." 'Little Zaratul' couldn't help but comment.

Hearing this, the original witch quickly calmed down her expression and lowered her head obediently.

"You don't have to be so cautious. After all, I'm not a devil." 'Little Zaratul' scratched his eyebrows.

The next second, he reached forward and fished it out.

The majestic and majestic Salinger was caught in the palm of his hand.

Time and space are reversed again.

The original witch just blinked her eyes and returned to the time node in the real world.

Take a closer look.

However, Salinger, who was fished out by the 'Mysterious Afterimage', showed signs of collapse just like before.

‘Little Zaratul’ said, “Oh, that’s not good.”

The monocle flashed.

The ashes and meat balls from before reappeared.

Salinger was naturally attracted to it and gradually transformed into a baby.

"The long-lost... human world..." The baby's complexion was bronze, and his facial features were crowded together.

When he opened his mouth, he sounded old-fashioned and had a strong air of twilight.

The original witch just wanted to say something.

If you catch a glimpse of the person next to you, shut up decisively.

‘Little Zaratul’ frowned and said bluntly: “It’s so ugly.”

Sallinger:???

Just successfully resurrected.

Some don't understand the specific situation.

but.

It seems like someone is calling me ugly?

How bold!

His eyes opened angrily.

Billions of struggling resentful souls appeared in the dark eyes without a trace of white.

'Little Zaratul' became interested and poked Salinger's mouth with a finger: "You're not happy to call you ugly, are you?"

The majestic god of death.

Lord of living things and ruler of the underworld.

Even if he was besieged by the Seven Gods and fell, he had never suffered such humiliation.

How dare this guy opposite!?

Seeing that her stunned young acquaintance had not yet reacted, the original witch quickly reminded him: "Salinger, the great mystery has pulled you out of the long river of history and allowed you to be resurrected."

"Secret? Which secret..." Salinger was still furious for the first time, but then he seemed to realize something, and his little body trembled: "It can't be that secret!"

"No, no, don't worry. I'm just a kind-hearted passerby. When I see a beautiful woman in need, I can't help but come up to help." 'Little Zaratul' waved his hands repeatedly: "They say I am willing to help others and so on. In fact, it is all misinformation, and I am just fulfilling my obligations as a good citizen, helping you, me and others, so that millions of families can be happy."

Original Witch:......

grim Reaper:……

To put it bluntly, he is really sharp-tongued.

Without any language reserve, who can speak so eloquently in such a short period of time.

"The great mystery." Sallinger said with difficulty.

Although he still couldn't believe it in his heart, the facts were before him and he had to treat them with caution.

What if.

What if the person in front of him was really the long-lost existence in his mind?

If you don't behave well, you might end up wearing tiny shoes until you die.

According to rumors, the Lord of Mysteries has a bad character and his wild ideas have caused misery to all the gods and alien gods.

Even the few words left in the record have become secret knowledge...

If Salinger hadn't won the Battle of the Four Emperors and almost became the master of the world, he wouldn't have known that a few epochs ago, there was such an existence that gave gods headaches and ghosts.

"You're too polite, little Zaratul, brother." 'Little Zaratul' was still doing actions that were very inconsistent with his appearance.

He squeezed the weak shoulders of the new God of Death with his rough hands, "Don't be so open-minded, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine."

Yes, yes, everything is yours, no one dares to steal it from you.

Salinger decisively regained his composure, and the original witch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Surprisingly, after successfully resurrecting the God of Death, 'Little Zaratul' did not stay here for too long. He just said hello and returned to the spirit world, leaving the original witch and Salinger looking at each other.

After a long time, the two finally confirmed that the difficult guy was gone, and they both let go of their worries.

Looking at each other, the original witch said: "The situation is more serious than imagined. The alliance between the goddess of the night and the outer gods of the stars is almost indestructible. In addition, there is also the faint support of the earth mother goddess and others. To be honest, our chances of winning are very high.

Low."

"The low chance of winning does not mean that there is no chance of winning." The 'Secret Afterimage' is gone, and Salinger finally rises again and regains his previous majesty.

It's just that this kind of expression is inevitably a bit inconsistent on a baby's face...

But then, he said sonorously and forcefully: "I have been wandering in the boundless darkness and do not understand the trends outside. But since I have returned successfully, the power of death cannot be easily taken away by others!"

Speaking of this, Salinger smiled and said, "The Southern Continent is our territory. You know, every grain of sand here has the mark of the Hades Emperor!"

After hearing this, the original witch nodded slightly: "Well, since you think so, then we will fight them to the end. I can help you fight for the power of death, but you have to shed some blood first..."

After saying that, he pierced Sallinger's arm with lightning speed.

Salinger did not resist, but said helplessly: "At least give me a mental preparation."
Chapter completed!