I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Those who seek the end of death, those who punish the sinners after death.

Makina and Modoro's Night Walk are both examples of seeking the Way through death.

However, when the two clash, the battle becomes far more complex and troublesome than a violent clash, because their power attributes are 99% similar.

As someone explained before, using the power of death to kill an enemy who also possesses the power of death will be difficult to achieve its intended powerful effect unless there is an insurmountable gap in power.

"Sure enough..."

Looking at the unharmed Black Knight before him, Modoro Nightwalker nodded seriously, without showing any sign of trouble.

The idea that the opponent would become stronger if they could adapt to death was proven true in front of him.

Because of his mastery of destruction, Matara Yaksha has adapted to the other's end.

The Black Knight is an existence that will never waver or lose its form at the boundary of death.

Even if you give [End] to [End], it will only cause the other party to move in a static posture.

The similarity in attributes is truly troublesome, but Nightwalker has absolute confidence in his current strength. Looking at the resurrected Black Knight, he chuckled and commented:

"Of course it won't end so easily, even if I touched the [Heaven]. Since I could come back from the other side of death, how could you not do it, senior?"

For all living beings, the absolute forbidden zone is the other side filled with death, but for them, the boundary of death is like fish swimming and playing in water.

The Black Knight, Makina, remained silent, but Modoro Nightwalker, his third eye scanning the other man from head to toe, suppressed his smile and said in a low voice:

"At this moment, I stand on the same line of death as you, and I can see you clearly. That steel-like body is both your chariot and your coffin. So, from what I observe... you really want to die, don't you?"

"so what?"

Unfazed by the fact that his desires had been seen through, Makina asked in return with a blank expression.

The other person and he both stood in "death," but Makina believed it to be a false "death."

A true death should be unique, just like the "moment" that his comrades pursued. The Black Knight is also pursuing the "moment" of death that he himself has lost.

I have lived my life with pride, so I should die now. No one can take away even a fraction of my life!

"So...don't you think our encounter was wonderful?"

Modoro Nightwalker stared directly into the Black Knight's lifeless eyes and said, "Your Excellency reveres the end and dwells in the finality. Although it may seem a bit tactless of me to say so, have you already decided on your own end? Are you not interested in me?"

He could tell that the Black Knight had already figured out how to end his life, but he was also going to die anyway, so why didn't he have any interest in him at all?

If we are pursuing the end, isn't the end right before our eyes now?

"Death...cannot be decided. No matter how I think about how I should end it, death is fair and merciless..."

Makina's flat voice was devoid of any emotion, like the voice of a skeleton.

He neither refused nor accepted Modoro's invitation to the Night Journey, because in his view, how could the death he sought be so easily decided at will?

Death is fair and merciless; it is not something that can be done as one wishes, even if one decides how to die.

Of course, the Black Knight would never do anything as foolish as suicide. How could someone who committed suicide proudly say that he had given his all to complete his life?

"I...want to die..."

Makina murmured emotionlessly, then squinted at Modoro's Night Walk and said in a low voice:

"And you—you want to kill, don't you? You shamelessly consider yourself a punisher after death!!!"

Having said that, he didn't want to say anything more. He simply raised his steel fist and unleashed a devastating blow!

Rumble————

Space shattered and crumbled; everything within a straight-line distance of billions of light-years became nothingness, turning into a deathly darkness.

That was a punch that annihilated even space itself, the very foundation of existence.

As the deceased, it is only natural that the deceased should not say anything more.

However, he found the Night Walker of Modoro extremely annoying. He couldn't see the true nature of this world and shamelessly claimed that he would be the punisher after death. How ridiculous!

If the holy war with his comrades was what he pursued, then the battle with Modora was simply because he hated the other's existence and his nonsensical behavior, so he wanted to eliminate him.

"Are you bragging?"

With a light laugh, he accepted the other party's disgust. The Night Walker, who had been blasted into nothingness by the punch, immediately regained his original shape in the void of the universe. The moment Night Walker responded to the Black Knight, he began to weave divine spells!

Qian Kun Yin!

Swish swish swish swish swish —

This is the result of Modora's Night Walk constantly forming hand seals beyond his limits, unleashing one astonishing killing technique after another.

boom boom boom boom boom ————

In response, the Black Knight simply raised his hand expressionlessly and unleashed a Death Ray Fist, the fist traveling at a speed a hundred times faster than light, relentlessly destroying the opponent's curse spell.

Within a quantum fluctuation period, Modoro Nightwalker, who no longer felt any fear or aversion to death, launched a series of familiar collisions with the Black Knight.

The chain reaction annihilated countless star systems, turning them into an incomparably deep black.

The Nightwalker's spell annihilated and shattered the Black Knight's body, reducing it to nothingness.

The Black Knight punched Nightwalker into oblivion, leaving no trace of him.

But it was no use; this couldn't determine a winner or loser, and it couldn't be stopped at all!

Resurrection from the underworld, resurrection from the underworld, resurrection from the underworld, resurrection from the underworld... No matter how many times they die, they will be resurrected from the underworld and fight their way back from the world of death!

This kind of battle, where countless deaths accumulate and the struggle continues until victory is achieved, is the very spectacle of carnage that Reinhardt so loved!

For the first time, countless viewers witnessed such a battlefield where death was disregarded; it was far more peculiar than any battle they had ever seen in their lives.

Even in the other battlefields before, none could achieve the level of the Black Knight and Nightwalker.

After all, when a person is killed, they die; no matter how powerful an existence is, it cannot escape this theorem.

But these two people, no, these two ultimate, twisted beings who transcend cognition, their battle had long since transcended life and death.

"How about that? Pretty funny, right?"

The Black Knight smashed Modoro Nightwalker's head and shattered his body once again, using the power of the end to impact his soul. But seeing him rise from the dead again, he said in a low voice, with a self-deprecating yet mocking tone, "It's just like a pathetic farce!"

Death collides with death, and then death disappears again.

Just as Modora predicted, this is a negative result of competition, where two negatives make a positive.

The knights who truly seek death and the false Yama, the demon of the afterlife, fight fiercely against each other.

However, to the Black Knight, erasing the absoluteness and uniqueness of death was far too foolish.

If this is a role allocation ordained by God, then there is no hope left!

This situation—where the dead continue to move, going to the underworld and constantly returning to the world of the living—is clearly something that Makina finds extremely distasteful, even abhorrent.

He hated both himself who had returned from the underworld and Ye Xing who had returned from the underworld!

When you die, you should rest in peace; when you die, you should stop moving; when you die, you should stop moving!

This is defiling and desecrating life; clearly dead but not yet at peace, it is a demon flying over the edge of a precipice.

Hopeless, unforgivable, whether it's myself or the enemy in front of me right now!

As for the Black Knight's accusations, Modoro Nightwalker laughed, finding it quite amusing. He glanced at his vanished lower body and empty chest, and replied:

"Does fighting me annoy you? I am also destined to die. Since you say that death is fair and merciless, why can't you accept me?"

Makina said in a low, cold voice, "Do you think this battle is wonderful? This farce..."

"I don't feel that way either. While I'm not annoyed, I certainly don't like this kind of battle..."

Then, as enemies of the same nature, their eyes flashed with ferocity, and they clashed fiercely once more:

"Let it end!!!" X2.

Boom!

The Iron Fist of Death and the Judgment of Yama, accompanied by the roars of their respective masters, became fiercely intertwined.

Rumble rumble rumble —

As if millions of universes had exploded simultaneously, a terrifying and unstoppable tide of death broke through the world's critical point.

A terrifying shockwave of death swept across the parallel universe like a storm, traversing countless dimensions of time and space.

The perspective shifts to the boundless starry sea of ​​the God Throne's territory. In the God Throne Singularity, the mercury serpent on the God Throne rests its face with interest, watching the main world star bubble below and the battle erupting within it.

They ignored the death power that emanated from it. The central universe was strengthened and stabilized, and even a domineering god could not easily crush or destroy it, let alone Night Walker and Black Knight.

If Reinhard were to come, he could easily break through the boundaries of the central universe.

However, at this moment, neither the Seeking God Yama Yama Heaven, nor the End Transformation imbued with the power of the Asura army, can reach the boundary that would make the Mercury Serpent take notice.

But if we're talking about who's better, Mercury Serpent's answer is Black Knight, because the other party has a certain awareness, or rather, self-awareness.

"boom--!"

"pound--!"

The forces recoiled, they fought each other, and each died.

Then resurrect, continue fighting, and roar.

"Don't you realize you're a puppet?!"

The Black Knight roared and smashed the opponent's head, his own head also turning to ashes, but his will had already been transmitted through his soul.

They fight, die, and then return from the underworld to once again unleash an incomprehensible carnage!

Buzz————

The Death Mandala resounded and vibrated, and a sacred and solemn circular golden mandala pattern appeared behind Matara Night Walk.

At this moment, his Tai Chi fluctuations reached their peak after the battle, allowing the Tai Chi to be completely finalized.

Since weaving the first spell, they have exchanged countless blows in an instant. During this time, the principles of annihilation that Ye Xing has drawn in his mind have exceeded tens of thousands, and they are still increasing endlessly.

Centered on the power of death, it enumerates countless methods of destruction in the universe, weaving them together, weaving them together, and then punishing them! Condemning!

The principles of annihilation in the night are gradually shifting from the fist of the end to tip the scales of victory in their favor.

"A puppet? Seeing my Tai Chi, are you saying I have no self?"

Modora, with his arms crossed and held flat in front of his chest, surrounded by a sacred mandala, appeared extremely solemn and dignified. He closed his eyes and looked down at the black knight with his third eye on his forehead, and said in a low voice: