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"Why?" Woban asked calmly, because the Mountain Man's answer was not unexpected.

The bells rang in the underworld, and the target was naturally not Ereshkigal, the mistress of the underworld. Outsiders who invaded the underworld were more suitable for the etiquette of the evening bells.

"This is destiny, outsider who trespassed into this world, Venus goddess who moves planets, your destiny has come and the oracle has been issued." The Old Man of the Mountain grasped the giant sword with both hands, pulled the blade from the ground, and held it upright in front of his chest.

"It's true, not surprising."

Woban raised the corner of his mouth slightly, smiled, and spoke calmly.

Apart from that, she had no other reason to be targeted. Or rather, after allowing an outsider to show off his might in his own world for so long, before sending out the strongest weapon, the Grand Assassin, the restraint was already dull enough.

However, he is just a Grand Assassin, so isn’t the Suppression Force really sending him here to deliver food?

Although he doubted the IQ of the inhibition, Woban did not intend to let go of this dish. And the old man of the mountain himself did not seem to have any intention of retreating.

"Listen. The evening bell has revealed your name. The feather that announces death - cut off the head of the 'Angel of Death'...!"

Along with the melodious announcement, white feathers fluttered in the sky, echoing the ethereal and solemn bell sounds. The black fog of death spread out, and the Old Man of the Mountain walked towards Woban step by step, exuding a dangerous aura.

Yes, it was indeed a dangerous aura, and even Woban could sense the danger. Facing the sword of Bai Yu, even a beast that was equal to the God of Disobedience would probably die. Even the powerful God of Disobedience would become serious when facing the Mountain Man who was moving forward with the sound of the bell.

The Old Man of the Mountain turned into a phantom in the darkness. He took a hundred meters at a step. With a few flashes of his body, he crossed the thousand-meter-long cliff and came in front of the throne.

"You are worthy of being killed! Hand over your head."

Before he finished speaking, the huge sword fell towards Woban, and the fierce blow blocked all possible directions for escape. This was an unavoidable blow.

However, Woban did not intend to hide.

"Clang!" The sound of metal and stone suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the deep earth.

The giant sword that was slashing towards Woban stopped moving in mid-air, as if it had lost its power.

However, this was definitely not the Mountain Old Man holding back, but rather the resistance of grabbing the sword.

It was a ferocious claw. A broad palm covered with black scales and sharp, slender bony fingers. The claw formed by the combination of the two exuded a fierce and wild aura.

The huge sword that was slashing towards Woban was stuck between the five fingers of this sharp claw, and could not move forward an inch due to the powerful force.

At the back of the ferocious claws was a white and tender arm, and the owner of the arm was naturally the female Woban. The monster-like limbs growing on the body of this beautiful girl gave people an extremely strong sense of shock and weirdness.

Self-transformation (Dragon), that is, the black dragon of the underworld, Woban, who transforms his palms into dragon claws, uses this power or skill.

Originally, once Woban used this power, he could only completely transform into a black dragon. However, after the power absorbed a large amount of faith and was further improved, it could already transform some of its limbs into a dragon body.

Now that the Greedy Wolves have been sent out, this gain is a great help and enhancement for Woban. Being able to transform his limbs into a dragon body means that Woban no longer has any shortcomings in close combat.

Just like this moment, the Mountain Man's all-out slash was easily caught by Woban, whose palms had turned into dragons. His bony front claws firmly clamped the giant sword, and his diamond-crushing claws could easily pierce the sword. With just a little effort from Woban, the Mountain Man's giant sword was cut in half.

The Old Man of the Mountain acted decisively, loosened his grip on the hilt, simply abandoned the greatsword, took a step back, and disappeared from Woban's sight.

This is not invisibility, but sneaking into a realm invisible to ordinary people, existing in another world different from the underworld and the human world. However, this cannot be hidden from Woban's eighth consciousness. Even if it is in the tenth dimension, as long as it still exists in this universe, it cannot escape Woban's attention.

As if aware of Woban's gaze, the Mountain Elder subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of the throne. Then, the two people in different dimensions looked at each other.

"…Your destiny has come, but I cannot send you to enjoy eternal sleep. This is because my practice is not enough. I will fulfill your destiny after my practice is complete."

The old man of the mountain was silent for a few seconds and spoke calmly.

Dialogues between people who do not belong to the same dimension should not be possible, but Woban, who is out of this world, can hear the words of the Old Man of the Mountain clearly.

“No need for that. No matter how much you practice, after becoming my servant of death, you will not be able to reach the level you were at before birth. It’s better not to waste your energy.” Woban smiled and kindly advised the old man of the mountain.

That's very polite, but once you enter the cage of the Servant of Death, your intelligence and spiritual foundation will be damaged, so there is no need to work so hard.

Upon hearing this, the Old Man of the Mountain was stunned, and the dark blue eyes in the skull mask revealed a look of astonishment.

"..."

Hearing this, Shan Zhiweng was stunned. The dark blue eyes in the skull mask showed a look of astonishment. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

The next moment, Shan Zhiweng's eyes changed slightly, and he turned and left.

It was for no other reason than that the golden throne gradually left the underworld and appeared in the realm of the valley. After arriving in the underworld, Woban, who had never stood up, naturally appeared in the valley.

Chapter 300: The Final Strike of the Crown

The skeleton swordsman who had assimilated with death traveled through the abyss of the valley. He did not dare to be careless or stop, but rushed towards the distance at full speed.

The skeleton swordsman fully utilized his speed, and his movements were no different from teleportation. He crossed a thousand meters in the blink of an eye, took a few steps, and when he looked back, he could no longer see the underworld or Woban's figure.

The old man in the mountain finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace.

He had to admit that the man whose destiny had ended this time was the most difficult enemy he had ever encountered. He could summon planets on the ground, ignore the system that made the gods powerless in the underworld, break his death angel with his bare hands, and the concept of death had no effect on him. He even entered the realm of the valley of ambiguity between life and death.

It was obvious that the other party had a knowledge of death that was not inferior to his. This alone had completely wiped out his advantage as a Grand Assassin.

He is at a disadvantage in terms of pure power and the realm of death. He has no chance of winning in a head-on battle. If he wants to follow the instructions of heaven and end the destiny of the goddess, he can only go back to his old ways and destroy her through assassination.

As he was thinking about it, a strong sense of crisis emerged in his heart, and the old man in the mountain stopped immediately.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked into the distance. What appeared in his sight was a gorgeous golden throne. A gorgeous goddess was sitting lazily on the throne, waiting for the Old Man of the Mountain.

"..."

The blue flames in the eyes of the Mountain Old Man could not help but shake, revealing the uneasiness in his heart.

The Valley was clearly his home turf, but Inanna walked in front of him and waited for him leisurely. This gave the old man of the mountain a strong shock to his confidence, and his spirit protected by faith could not help but waver.

"too slow."

Woban yawned lazily, and the throne disappeared from its original place like a phantom.

The Old Man of the Mountain turned and walked away, his body disappearing into the deep valley, drifting into the distance like a fish.

At the same time, the Golden Throne appeared two meters behind the Mountain Old Man. Woban stared at the Mountain Old Man's receding back and raised his eyebrows. The Golden Throne disappeared again, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of the Mountain Old Man who was thousands of feet away.

The Old Man of the Mountain did not hesitate and changed direction immediately. Woban blocked the way ahead of the Old Man of the Mountain in a few flashes.

"Where else can you run to? Assassin."

Woban's eyes shone with green light, revealing a twisted sense of mockery.

As we all know, the demon king Woban is such a bad guy. However, there are not many people who can be teased by her. Such fools died more than a hundred years ago. It is only in Mesopotamia that there are strong people like Kingu, Ishtar, Ereshkigal, and the Old Man of the Mountain who are worthy of Woban's bad taste and venting his emotions.

"Outsider, you are the ultimate beast, the evil god that brings disaster to the world, and the one who transcends the valley of life and death."

Dozens of meters away, dark blue flames rose up and turned into a huge sword. The Old Man of the Mountain stretched out his right hand and grasped the hilt of the sword. His abnormal spirit turned into pure murderous intent. His dark blue eyes stared at Woban and he made a resolute declaration.

"However, the evening bell has pointed to your name. Even if your realm is higher than mine, I will still chop off your head based on destiny!"

Terrifying magical power burst out from the Mountain Old Man's body, and suffocating murderous aura filled the valley. If an ordinary servant faced such murderous aura, he would probably be unable to even move his body.

"I don't need the title of champion, nor do I wish to live in disgrace. The proof of my strength lies in this sword alone."

The authority of the crown was completely shattered, and the spiritual foundation of the crown burned like a raging fire. The double sacrifice turned into a huge magic power that surpassed the main god, and all the power was injected into the giant sword at once, turning the weapon formed by magic power into the embodiment of death.

"Listen. The evening bell has revealed your name. The feather that announces death - cut off the head of the 'Angel of Death'...!"

Pure white feathers fell from the sky, a color that was out of tune with the valley. The Mountain Old Man strolled under the white feathers, walking above the darkness. The world was only a stone's throw away. The moment he raised his foot, the tall skeleton swordsman appeared behind Woban.

The sword flashed, and a hideous sword mark appeared on Woban's neck. The blue flame set Woban's head on fire. The sword flashed again, and Woban's face was torn apart, and his stunning face was divided by blood.

The sword flashed three times, and Woban's heart was pierced by the giant sword; the sword flashed four times, and Woban's waist was cut off by the sword blade; the sword flashed five times, and the dark blue flames cut Woban from the shoulder.

In an instant, the figure of the Mountain Elder appeared in five directions around Woban almost at the same time. With the sharp sword light, the final killing blow split Woban's body and pulled Woban's soul into the abyss of death.

"Crack——!"

When the old man of the mountain swung his sword for the last time, a harsh sound rang out in the silent valley. Deep cracks appeared on the sword called the Angel of Death, but in the blink of an eye, the cracks spread across the entire blade like a spider web, and pieces of iron fell off the blade, turning into blue flames that extinguished as they fell to the ground.

"Is it rusted? Is it broken? My sword of death."

The Old Man of the Mountain stood in front of the Golden Throne, and couldn't help but sigh as he watched the greatsword in his hand fall into destruction.

"Even though you only killed one evil god, it's not a big deal. Angel of Death, the enemy you killed was a beast that was no less powerful than the beast. Even if it was only one strike, my assassination skills were not weakened at all."

With a happy whisper, the giant sword shattered without regrets, and countless blue sparks bloomed in the valley, rippling with enchanting beauty.

"My body was originally a corpse... I am just returning to the earth..."

In the dark blue sparks, the Old Man of the Mountain left behind his free and easy farewell words. The tall skeleton armor gradually turned into ashes, and bright spirits diffused from the Old Man of the Mountain's body.

Sacrificing the crown, burning the spiritual foundation, and releasing the sword that killed the gods. The only price was his own demise. The so-called battle continuation could not preserve the existence of the Mountain Elder.

However, the Mountain Old Man, who had already completed his mission, had no objection to this. After showing his life's karma to the world, it was time for him to enter the Throne of Heroes.

"Well……"

Suddenly, a heart-stirring moan sounded, and like the force of gravity, the old man in the mountain's attention was drawn to the owner of the sound.

"It hurts, worthy of the original Hassan."

On the Golden Throne, the tomb reserved for those whose destiny had ended, the fallen goddess held onto the throne and sat up straight. A look of pain appeared on her face, and she let out an alluring moan from her slightly opened cherry lips.

Under the sword of the old man of the mountain, the torn sexy figure revealed a kind of incomplete beauty. However, this incomplete beauty was fading, and the torn muscles and bones quickly glued together and restored to their original appearance.

"You! Are not dead?!"

The fire in the pupils of the Mountain Man shook violently, and his tone was no longer calm. He questioned Woban on the throne in disbelief.

As if looking directly at the end of the world, the words of the Mountain Elder were filled with incomprehensible shock. Sacrificing the qualification for the title, burning his own spiritual foundation, and even more than Ashra's double illusion collapse, it was undoubtedly the limit of the power of the Heroic Spirit. An opponent who could withstand this blow and survive could not exist in this world.

"Died once."

Woban licked his lips, a blush on his face, as if he was savoring the killing blow of the Grand Assassin.

"It's even more powerful than the sword of Hades. What a pity! If you met me five days ago, you would have a chance to kill me completely. However, I am no longer the same person I used to be. Unless your assassination technique can kill even the world, you can only temporarily stop the function of my body."

Woban said calmly, looking at the Mountain Man who was gradually turning into ashes, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

It was a pity that a Death Servant of the strength of the Mountain Old Man was one of the few collectibles in the cage. However, after sacrificing all the crowns and spirit bases, he no longer had anything to capture in the Death Servant cage.

However, she did not lose out. The ultimate blow of the Grand Assassin's self-sacrifice stimulated the soul and made Woban feel the pleasure comparable to orgasm. For Woban, this was a novel and refreshing experience.

"I……!"

There was reluctance in the eyes of the Old Man of the Mountain. The strongest attack he launched at the cost of his life was just entertainment in the eyes of his opponent. Even the Old Man of the Mountain's mentality could not remain stable.

However, the old man of the mountain no longer had the chance to speak. The few remaining remnants in his spirit body were also consumed at this moment. His tall body was like a pile of loose sand, and when the strong wind blew, it turned into flying ash and disappeared.

At the gate to the underworld, a golden flash appeared, and a magnificent throne fell to the ground in front of the gate.

Just by looking at the Ishtar-style throne, Ereshkigal realized that this was Inanna's return. The skeleton swordsman who had just appeared with the sound of the bell could not escape Inanna's clutches.

"Hate……!"

A distressed expression appeared on Ereshkigal’s face. It was not only because of the magic spear that pierced her body, but also because of the loss of the bet. She did not want to submit to Inanna, who had a bad personality just like Ishtar.

However, the contract had already been signed, and she had no room for regret. In the end, it was because she was too confident in the rules of the underworld that she was about to become Inanna's subordinate.

"Go back, your mission is over."

Woban lay on the throne and snapped his fingers briskly. The servants of death pulled their magic spears out of Ereshkigal's body and disappeared into the darkness of the ground.

“Ouch… cough cough cough!”

Without the support of the magic spear, Ereshkigal fell to the ground, her injuries further aggravated. Bright blood flowed out of the blood hole, dyeing the dark soil beneath her into a scarlet color.

"You lose, Elle."

Woban hooked his finger, and a small whirlwind suddenly rose up, sweeping Ereshkigal onto the throne.

Ereshkigal had no strength to respond to Woban’s voice. She barely managed to lift her eyelids, but this was already the limit of her body.

If there was no treatment, Ereshkigal would bleed to death in half a minute at most.

Of course, Woban would not sit back and watch this happen, otherwise it would be a waste of effort. A breath of warm wind from the east blew into Ereshkigal's body, and the power of eternal spring completely healed Ereshkigal's injuries within a few breaths.

After recovering from her injuries, Ereshkigal quickly rolled out of Woban’s arms.

"Well... well, I lose. A contract is something that is done on an equal footing and under fair conditions. So, from now on, I will be your subordinate god."

Ereshkigal wanted to make some excuses at first, but after thinking about it, she realized that she was not Ishtar and was not good at making excuses at all, so she had to admit her defeat dejectedly.

“However, let me make it clear in advance. I am Ereshkigal. I am the goddess who constantly guards the silence of death and is worshipped as a living sacrifice by the gods. As a goddess entrusted with the underworld, even if I become your subordinate god, I cannot leave the underworld and cannot help you in any way. Making me a subordinate god is absolutely a wrong decision.” Ereshkigal turned her face away and said awkwardly.

"You don't need to worry about this. You just need to manage the underworld for me. Isn't this what you have been doing all along?"

“If you just want me to manage the Underworld, there’s no need to rush to the Underworld, right?” Ereshkigal asked in confusion.

"You are wrong. It is not about managing the underworld, but managing the underworld for me." The smile on Woban's face faded and he said seriously.

"?" Although Ereshkigal did not ask directly, she still had doubts in her heart. Because she did not think there was any difference between the two. No matter who managed the Underworld, could the desolate Underworld still be of any use to the master?