The Man Hailed as the God of Death on the Battlefield

Mike's hands and feet were bound.

Her neck was tightly wrapped several times by the stretched-out, boneless limbs, which strangled her fiercely.

Mike couldn't breathe; the suffocating pain made him struggle.

The sword's edge flashed.

Pfft!

His limbs were sliced into several pieces by the sword light, falling to the ground, still twitching.

"Huff! Huff!" With his neck released and able to breathe again, Mike gasped for air.

Having never experienced the near-death feeling of suffocation, he had no idea how wonderful it was to be able to breathe.

"Cough cough!" Mike touched his neck, and sure enough, it had started to become red, swollen, and painful.

Damn, he almost got strangled to death!

Mike looked at the person who had saved him.

That sword light just now belonged to Bo, who wielded the heavy sword.

"Thank... thank you, cough cough, get out of the way!"

Mike's pupils contracted as he saw Bishop Fuerdu pull out a dagger and stab the witch in the back.

Po reacted quickly.

Almost immediately, he was back behind the witch, kicking away the dagger in Fuerdu's hand with one kick and then sending Fuerdu crashing into the wall with a spinning kick.

Fuerdu coughed up blood and glared at the shaman with a look of utter hatred. "How dare you betray the gods! You will surely be punished by the gods!"

The witch raised a smile, "What betrayal?"

Fuerdu: "You!"

As if he had suddenly realized something, he shouted incredulously, "Impossible! How could you escape the control of a power bestowed by God?"

Fuerdu realized that this person had deliberately joined the Eternal Kingdom as an undercover agent.

From the very beginning, his identity did not belong to the Eternal Kingdom, so there was no question of betrayal.

Who exactly are you?!

"Could it be... that you are Contract Anomalist!"

Fuerdu thought of this force that he had been very concerned about from the very beginning.

The organization's original plan was to see if they could find a few promising talents among the Contract Anomalist, or at least cause them some trouble.

Once they summon their god, no matter how powerful the forces behind the Contract Anomalist are, can they possibly be more powerful than their omnipotent gods?

Such a force could easily destroy its opponent.

Unexpectedly, the Contract Anomalist was so bold as to send Contract Anomalist to infiltrate the area, and he even managed to deceive them.

Fuerdu frowned and activated the divine statue.

However, the reaction from the idol was as if it were in an incredibly distant place, where it was not dead but could not be contacted.

How did you do that?

This is power bestowed by the gods; the shaman is merely a mortal with some abilities. How could he escape the control of the gods?

Mike had been completely forgotten about him.

Seeing this, Mike hid behind the boat.

Witch: "They're just a few weirdos."

You actually call this a divine gift?

The shaman didn't say the rest aloud, but anyone could hear the sarcasm in his tone.

Fuerdu's face turned pale and then flushed.

He looked at the shaman, then suddenly sneered, "Anyone who dares to insult the gods shall die!"

Don't think you'll be safe just because you have that rabid dog protecting you.

Fuerdu roared and activated the divine power within his body.

A gigantic monster emerged from his body.

His body also grew several times larger, his head reaching the top of the cave.

The monster stared at the heavy sword in Bo's hand for a moment.

The greatsword emitted a humming sound, its power amplified several times over.

Bang!

The sudden increase in weight caused Bo to lose his grip, and the heavy sword slipped from his hand, crashing heavily to the ground.

The heavy thud and the cracked ground demonstrated just how heavy the greatsword was.

"Hahahaha! This is divine power!"

Fuerdu spread his arms wide and shouted as if he were insane.

Bo opened his palm, glanced at his hand, and a look of confusion flashed across his face.

Then he looked at the ground and saw the greatsword, which had grown considerably larger, and a question mark appeared above its head.

He bent down and gripped the much larger hilt of the sword, finding it somewhat awkward.

Seeing his actions, Fuerdu couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, I've enlarged this sword several times over; its weight definitely exceeds a ton!"

"Forget about holding it, you probably couldn't even lift it, could you?"

Fuerdu was still there, relentlessly mocking Po.

Bo had already rotated his wrists, gripped the hilt with both hands, and easily lifted the sword.

"Give up, you're just... ga?" Fuerdu could finish his sarcastic remark, Bo slapped him in the face.

"How is that possible? Is your greatsword so light?"

How could a human possibly lift a ton of weight?

"Old man, you're so noisy," Bo interrupted him impatiently.

He weighed the heavy sword in his hand; its weight was just right, but the sword was much larger, making it clumsy to wield and far less agile than before.

"Captain, what should we do?"

The shaman glanced at the altar; the ritual there had reached its final stage, and whether these members of the Eternal Kingdom lived or died was irrelevant.

"Leave no one alive."

Bo's lips curled into a smile, his blue pupils reflecting a terrifying light. He licked his lips and said, "Yes, sir!"

The witch stepped back and skillfully found a safe corner.

Then they saw Bo brandishing that exaggeratedly huge heavy sword, like a fearless mad dog, and plunge headlong into the crowd.

Then, the greatsword spun.

Limbs, chunks of flesh, and blood splattered everywhere like rain.

Mike stared in astonishment, his eyes wide. "Wow, that's amazing!"

He quickly shrank into a corner to avoid being grazed by the heavy sword.

Extreme power, combined with speed and inertia.

No one could withstand the heavy sword that had already been swung, not even the mutated believers, nor the eerie power released by many members of the Eternal Kingdom.

Anyone grazed by the sword's edge will be crippled, if not killed.

Fuerdu was stunned by what he saw.

Why could that heavy sword harm the divinely granted power?

As Bo swiftly struck down the strange creatures with his sword, they proved utterly ineffective against his heavy sword, and were quickly shattered into countless pieces.

His breathing had also weakened considerably.

Fuerdu had to realize that the heavy sword in this man's hand could indeed injure the Strange.

Bo stood amidst the carnage, wielding his heavy sword and covered in blood. He was like the embodiment of a killing god, and anyone who came near him would be sliced into countless pieces by his heavy sword.

Later on, apart from those believers who were clearly under his control, no member of the Eternal Kingdom dared to approach him.

They even scrambled away from Po's attack range in terror.

The witch stood in the corner, watching Bo's battle unfold.

He whispered, "This is the man known as the Grim Reaper of the battlefield. Let me show you."

Mike was standing closer, so he heard that.

He looked at Bo, who stood atop countless broken corpses in the center of the cave, and couldn't help but wholeheartedly agree with this statement.