Hull stood quietly on the ice field. The tight black cloak had been removed, pressing the broken ice and thrown it aside casually. His face was exposed to the air. His body without body temperature had condensed a layer of white frost on the cold ice field. The cold wind blew across the ice field, causing a sharp roar, and raised a corner of Hull's black robe. The cloth robe flew in the wind and made a sound of rushing sound. Hull was not going to run anymore. He had sensed that the tracker behind him was getting closer and closer. Running like this would be more and more unfavorable for him. It would be better to stop and use the last time to adjust the state and defeat the enemy head-on. He had also sensed the pursuit behind him.

The stalker has changed from one person to two, but for him, these are not important. He does not think he will really lose. He was at a disadvantage when facing the Sandman Assassin alone because he was unwilling to pay a price to force his strength. After all, the gods have not given back, forcing their strength to forcefully increase their strength to consume a large amount of accumulated divine grace. This kind of unsupplemented consumption is something he does not want to see. However, compared to being killed, he would rather choose to consume his own accumulation, so he chose to stop, while restoring his physical strength, and adjusting his state in his body so that his strength can be raised to a height that the enemy cannot imagine at any time.

In the wind, Hull, in black, was waiting silently. The black sickle's tail was inserted into the ice and stood beside him. This sickle was his weapon, a weapon he had chosen hundreds of thousands of years ago. Touching the sickle beside him, Hull's memory seemed to be touched, and he recalled something. Eternal life made every three-eyed tribe have too many memories. Even with the strength of the brain and will of the three-eyed tribe, they could not bear such endless memory accumulation, so they would forget some things that were too long like humans, but the cycle of forgetting is far longer than human life. However, these memories are just sleeping quietly in the brain, not really lost. Often, these memories will pop up again inadvertently. Just like Hull now.

Touching the black blade of the sickle, Hull suddenly recalled his hometown hundreds of thousands of years ago. How wonderful it was that time. The huge beasts were running on the earth. The giant birds of prey were flying in the sky. The strongest men ran in the wind in the air, and the gods were bathing in the rays of light. The crops in the fields were lush and dense. The generous earth provided enough nutrients for the crops so that every plant could grow healthily. Flowers bloomed in the four fields, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The flying insects danced among the flowers and enjoyed the short time. Such days were really nostalgic, but when did everything change? The gods and the three-eyed tribe clearly depended on each other, so why did war suddenly break out? Why were the strongest men not satisfied with their current life and waved their weapons to the gods?

Hull still remembers that when the last war that belonged to him broke out, were the three of them or the real three-eyed tribes, not the half-dead people like now. The three high priests were not strong enough to fight against the attacks of the strongest people alone, but even if they were both the three-eyed tribes, they would not see the gods they believed in being attacked by their compatriots. So, the three high priests used the temple representing the gods to transform faith and prayer into divine power for the gods, so that their faith could still be launched continuously under the attack of a large number of strongest people. The war could have been victorious, but if the war was victorious, everything would have been rewritten. However, it was still failed in the end. Because the two followers of the great Danakus did not follow

It was agreed to launch an attack from the enemy, but hide in their kingdom of gods, and watch the great Danakus besieged from afar. At the most critical moment, all believers were no longer able to support them. But even so, everyone still voluntarily offered all their vitality to the Lord God as the final support. Unexpectedly, the great Danakus did not transform all these vitality at the last moment. Instead, before falling into a deep sleep, they used part of the core believers to retain consciousness and transformed their three high priests into half-dead. As for the rest, under the will of the God, they turned into some invisible arrangements, which allowed the Lord God to recover from his sleep and return to the world.

For many years, the three high priests, including myself, have been looking for opportunities to return the great Danacus. Now that years of expectations are finally coming, how can I die on the eve of dawn? I must live and witness the return of the Lord God with my own eyes and cleanse this inexplicable world. Perhaps only in this way can everything be restored to the beauty of the memory, and only in this way can the beautiful land of the past be reproduced.

Facing the wind on the ice field, Hull took a deep breath. How many thousands of years have you not breathed? Hull himself was unable to be sure that he did not need to breathe as a semi-dead. He had forgotten the feeling of breathing. The air passed through the shrinking nasal cavity, passed through the dry trachea, and entered the withered lungs. Everything seemed meaningless. However, the majestic energy, as the air was inhaled into the body, caused Hull to undergo obvious changes.

The cold wind blew Hull's robe, pressing against his body tightly, exposing his shriveled body to a particularly obvious exposure. However, with his several breaths, the body under the robe expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like a skeleton was rapidly growing back blood and flesh. No, it wasn't like, it was just a skeleton growing again. On Hull's exposed face, the shriveled skin was constantly wriggling. It seemed that a little beast was drilling under the skin, but every wriggling would restore some elasticity to the skin and make the loose skin more full.

Hur's breathing frequency is getting higher and higher, and the flesh and skin on his face are recovering faster and faster. The free water element is crazily entering his body, moistening his body that has been shriveled for countless thousands of years. Not long after, the face that was originally like a skeleton has already returned to vaguely distinguish his original appearance. From the appearance, it has to be admitted that from the perspective of human aesthetics, when Hur was still alive, he was a very handsome and charming middle-aged man with a straight nose bridge, thin but not thin lips, white skin, rich eyebrows, and a pair of slightly evil eyes. When he was together, he had a strange charm and was full of fatal attraction to young girls.

Yes, the slightly evil eyes, as he breathed, not only did his skin regain elasticity, but his muscles swelled again, but even the eyes that had only black holes left had grown again. In a few minutes, he had transformed from a shriveled corpse into a creature like a normal person. Hull let out his last breath, his eyes shone again, and the third eye on his forehead was also opened at the same time. The energy that almost gushed out from the third eye turned into substantial wind, making the flying snow in the sky fly in the opposite direction for a moment.

"So, the power borrowed by the gods is so powerful." Hull lowered his head and stared at his hands with his eyes for the first time after tens of thousands of years. His flesh-and-blooded hands looked like normal people. Although they were still cold and half-dead bodies, they looked so friendly than before, as shriveled as dead trees.

"The familiar body has such a powerful force." Hur crawled to the southwest, which was the location where the constellation that represented Danakus was once. Although the stars had fallen and the kingdom of God had collapsed, in the heart of the devout Hur, the southwest always represents the direction of the Lord: "My Lord, thank you for giving God's grace to me so powerful, although it is only temporary, but I will make full use of your gifts to clear all obstacles for your return to time. Please rest assured that any hindering your recovery will die under your gifts. We will welcome your glory again in your temple."

Unfortunately, Hull's prayer was as good as it has been for a hundred years, and he could not get any response from the gods. However, Hull had long been used to this phenomenon and was not surprised. He just brushed the snow stained on his robe, reached out to hold the sickle beside him and looked into the distance. In his energy perception, the enemy was approaching.

The mist still enveloped the sky, the wind stomped with snow, and it was still raging above the ice field. In Hull's sight, a figure slowly walked from the mist, with short golden hair exposed from the edge of the hat, accompanied by the cold wind dancing, adding a bright color to the pale ice field. Step by step, the people in the fog slowly approached, and the figure gradually became solid from blur, as if they were tearing open the fog and descending into the world.

Even though the other party was wrapped in a thick coat, Hull could still recognize who the person in front of him was with energy sensing. After all, this was the third time that both sides had met. The first time, in the world of the deceased, this man led a team to break into the territory of the gods and interfered with the awakening of the gods. That time, Hull was defeated. The second time, Hull retreated on the airboat. Afterwards, he thought about it, in fact, he was not defeated at all, but was scared by the offensive posture he showed. In fact, he still had a great chance to kill him. Now, this time, Hull was full of confidence.

"This time, I will never lose." Hull murmured to himself, then raised his head and met Panis, who had walked out of the mist from the wind and snow, in the air.

At the same time, Panis just raised his head, his eyes passed through the snowy gap and stared at Hull's face. At this moment, the eyes of the two strong men met in the air, and the eyes containing energy and momentum met, almost colliding with substantial sparks. At this moment, even the ubiquitous wind and snow seemed to have a momentary pause due to the impact of energy.
Chapter completed!