No Escape from Death

Time and space warped once again, dragging Green into another space.

Anyone watching the Death Angel Clone from the side would have seen him twist like a strand of rope, then shoot into the Portrait. The distortion did not harm Green, though, and he was neither surprised nor panicked. Instead, he remained calm, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Green had not let his guard down just because he had the Death Angel Clone. He had a feeling that every distortion of time and space brought him one step closer to the source of the eerie phenomena.

Two or three minutes after Green disappeared, a sudden bang sent dust billowing into the air.

Mrs. Hilgaf smashed through the wall beside the room full of portraits. Clad head to toe in White Bone Battle Armor and carrying a massive shield and Warhammer, she looked like a raging bear.

Mrs. Hilgaf was covered in blood. She had fought her way up through battle after battle, her Warhammer killing countless Zombies, Ghouls, and Evil Spirits. A few more rounds of experience like this, and she would be ready to advance to Formal Advanced Rank, with Legendary Rank in sight. Of course, advancing to Legendary Rank was not so easy. Green, her False God, had yet to advance, so Mrs. Hilgaf, as his follower, had little chance of doing so either. But she had gained enough experience. Once Green reached Legendary Rank and opened the way, Mrs. Hilgaf's accumulated strength would carry her forward close behind him. In fact, the bear-like woman had already overtaken Selina and Freya, becoming the strongest Transcendent on the Shadow Trade Association's side.

Mrs. Hilgaf stepped into the room, her expression stern. Her White Bone Battle Armor went clack, clack against the floor as she surveyed