Vol 15 Chapter 60 A man beyond the age

Back in Africa, there have been no dimensional demons descended into the void for three hours. The sky was getting dark, and He Shenyan could feel the aura of the beholder rising in the void. Obviously, she was very trustworthy.

This ancient old **** blocked most of the dimensional demon gods who wanted to enter the earth for him in the outer dimension of time chaos, and the mage was greatly moved.

Nice guy!

This is not called a good person, what is a good person? Selfless dedication, heroic fighting, and keeping the enemy out of the world for mankind… He Shenyan said in his heart that if he was a supreme mage, how could he give her a reputation as a guardian of Kama Taj.

—However, then again, how to eliminate this void? Of course, there is the most important point.

What about the angels?

They hadn’t appeared yet, and He Shenyan didn’t think that these winged **** were sleepwalking. And the breath escaping from the void does not have the disgusting sense of holiness on them, that is to say, they are not in the outer dimension.

Thinking of this, the mage narrowed his eyes. Just when he was about to find Sithone over to have a good chat, a communication from the Holy of Holies interrupted his movement.

“What!” Strange’s voice was anxious. “How are you?!”

“I’m fine.”

The mage replied, with a strangeness in his voice. Strange obviously heard it, he paused for two seconds, then asked: “What happened?”

“Long story short… Shuma Goras and I made a deal, she selflessly chose to help us, and is currently fighting a **** battle with a large group of dimensional demons outside the world. Well, Strange, I suggest you set up a tablet for her.”

In the Sanctuary, listening to the voice from the communication, Strange’s expression gradually became distorted. Wang and Rajiv sat opposite him, and they looked at each other with a surprisingly consistent expression.

It was a kind of Tan Ran that became calm after seeing the wind and waves. Wang even took a sip of the tea in front of him, and his heart was like ice crystals.

“…And then? Say something in one go, while I can bear it now,” Strange said feebly.

Looking at the night sky, He Shenyan smiled: “Also, I became the messenger of death.”

“puff!”

Hearing this sentence, Wang took a sip of tea and sprayed the face of Rajiv, who was beside him. Fortunately, the latter did not take off his armor.

The hot tea was blocked by the shield that came with the armor and evaporated in the high temperature. Rajiv’s face was hidden in the rising steam, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but he suddenly slid off the sofa and onto the blanket, as if he was not sitting still.

“…Are you saying that again?” Strange asked, shoulders trembling.

“I became the messenger of death – it’s as simple as that, no surprise. Yes, one of the creator gods you remember, the basic element of the existence of the universe and the world, death.”

Under the night sky in Africa, He Shenyan’s tone was still calm: “Frankly, I don’t think this is a good thing.”

He lowered his head, his eyes were gradually drenched in pure black, and this new perspective made him grit his teeth.

The uplift brought by the authority of death is much greater than he thought, and it is not just as simple as a change in the form of life – as the messenger of death, there are some things that he knows immediately after he takes that part of the authority.

For example, nothing can make him die.

Destruction of the world, even conceptual deprivation of life and soul, has no effect on him as long as it is within the world of death’s grasp. Even if someone is strong enough to destroy his body and soul, death will gently deny him access to the realm of the dead.

– In other words, if he didn’t want to die himself, no one could let him die.

For another example, under the influence of authority, he can easily make anything, anyone, anything die – without paying any price, because death gives him the greatest permission.

It was a kind of trust that seemed to be unreserved. The power of authority was terrifying. He Shenyan could even kill the air with a single thought. And the consequences of doing so are obvious.

For a moment, everyone was silent. Strange didn’t even know what to say, none of the knowledge he had learned from the tome told him how to deal with the situation at hand. To be the messenger of death? Where are the pros and cons? What’s the impact?

No one in their history has done this, and He Shenyan is the first. This is not a good thing, the ‘first’ in the wizarding world often means bad luck.

For example, the first ‘madman’ Wan Yinfan who tried to cross the border, such as the mage who invented the fireball technique, the half of his hand bones left by the experimental fireball technique are still sealed in Kama Taj.

Another example is the first ‘wise man’ who tried time travel, Norla’s Whitebeard, this one is even more heavyweight, trapping himself in a cycle of time forever, and today, he can only exist in 1981 Ten years after 3:12:47 p.m. London, England, September 11, 2010, he continues the cycle once the decade has passed.

And what will happen to He Shenyan, the first person to become the messenger of death?

no one knows.

Strange’s tone couldn’t help but bring some anger: “Yeah, you also know that this is not a good thing! For Gu Yi’s sake, can’t you stop doing such a risky thing once? !”

“Don’t get excited, Junior Brother, I didn’t take the initiative to go to her to make a deal this time.”

The mage’s tone remained calm, as if it wasn’t a surprise at all.

“Besides, I don’t think I have the qualifications to refuse.” Having said this, he smiled. “Let’s talk about it here, I have to talk to Sishorn.”

He ended the communication.

In the Holy of Holies, the atmosphere was a little stagnant. Strange’s expression was very bitter, he sighed: “It’s like this again, we can only do small things after him forever, just like when Gu Yi was still alive. Danger is coming. They always go first, taking the vast majority of the risk, and we…”

“What kind of Supreme Mage am I?”

Wang ignored his self-pity at all. He poured himself a new cup of tea and took a sip: “Don’t get caught in a vicious circle, Strange. You’ve done a good job in the position of the Supreme Mage.”

As he spoke, he laughed: “…we all do a good job, don’t we? If it doesn’t help him, then try not to hold you back. There’s not much we can do, but We have to do something. This is not He Shenyan’s world alone, nor is Master Karma Taj he alone.”

Rajiv sat up from the floor and nodded: “This fat guy is sometimes unreliable, like spraying tea all over me. But what he said is right, Strange, you are asking too much of yourself. .He is no longer the one who can catch up, for this kind of people who are far ahead of our time…”

The Frenchman stood up and smiled wisely and freely: “Just give him the greatest support.”