Miss Su tries to survive in the world of reincarnation

He boarded the chariot, obviously there was no driver, but the horse ran freely.The loyal doorman watched the unmanned carriage leave, and raised his hat as if he was traveling normally without any doubt or surprise.

"Mind Controller." He said, watching the carriage leave the knight order and drive towards a low-lying flat land that would not be watched by the knight order headquarters. "If the Nazi vampires could do such a thing, then the transaction would not be established from the beginning. And you are even less likely to be from the Holy See."

"Who are you? Who are you?" He asked, and he could only feel the running horses around him.

However, the next moment, a strange female voice sounded in the compartment where he was clearly the only one.

"One of the ring tables, Wang Shu."

A woman appeared in front of him, with long black hair, inhuman pointed ears, and pure-colored eyes like sharp sword blades.Obviously just standing there, but it seems to be integrated with nature and the surrounding flowers and trees.

etc?standing there?

How is this carriage high enough to tolerate ordinary people standing——

The butler's pupils shrank, and he realized that he was actually standing on the grass and the carriage was parked a hundred meters away. He and the oriental woman in front of him had stepped foot in the center of this flat lowland at some point!

When did you get off the car?When did you get up and leave?

There is a row of footprints on the grass behind him, and those footprints belong to himself who knows nothing!

"There is a flaw in your heart, and you still have the last hesitation in your heart." The woman who called herself Wang Shu stood there so quietly. When she raised her hand, the space on her hand was like a living thing Wriggling, a piece of solvent that sealed the liquid appeared clearly from scratch.

"So, you are not a god of death."

The stopper of the bottle was slowly removed, and the indescribable aroma filled the butler's nose—no, that was not aroma, it was the desire from the olfactory nerves under the urging of the brain, it was the desire from the intellect and the soul!

drink it!

Grab it here!

Don't leave a drop and drink it up!

The cells are screaming, the nerves are screaming, reason and desire are all pointing to the container, and the aging body is even overloaded like a flash of light!

And that container was placed in his hand so easily!

"Drink it." The woman's voice was as calm as before. "Your life, your lord, your loyalty, and your faith are all in this bottle of medicine. After drinking it, you don't have to be a traitor, but you can have nothing to worry about, no burden, and have your lovely Your master and your lovely juniors will continue to fight under their watchful eyes. You will not owe anyone so far, and you will be able to reach your strongest point without any flaws."

She is just telling a story in a normal way, she is just stating a fact in a normal way.

And the butler's hand has already subconsciously moved the mouth of the container to his mouth.

He was still waiting for a reason, still waiting for an excuse.

And the woman's voice finally made him stop hesitating.

"Drink it, the price is the transaction later. I allow you to take the reward first, and I allow you to control your own destiny."

"Drink it, let me see the resurrected god of death."

Section 110 VIII o Etiquette of Visiting

Drink it, drink that vial.

Drink it, drink the fountain of youth not even the city of gold can grab a drop of.

The mortals can't get even a trace of wealth after searching for it. In the place of the Lord God, it is just the sand that can be seen everywhere.The majesty of the gods, which kings and bishops dream of touching, overflows from the gaze of the gods who truly surpass the diversity.

So drink it, drink this lifespan elixir that isn't even a priority for reincarnators.

Let the nectar flow in your throat, and let the old heart work fiercely again.

'Boom————'

The heart was beating violently, and the stomach pouch contracted unimaginably sharply.The five viscera and the six internal organs are like greedy tax collectors frantically absorbing the life-prolonging medicine that flows into the stomach.The stale life thus stretches out again like a budding dead tree.

'Boom————'

Muscles became full again, and vision became clear again.Old bones become strong and resilient again.The turbid eyeballs returned to being clear and agile again.

'Boom————'

The skin becomes smooth again, age spots disappear one by one, and it returns to rosy and healthy.

The spine returned to being straight again, no longer bent, no longer fragile, no longer oppressed by invisible burdens.

The young body has returned, far beyond the limit of thinking of all scholars in this era, purely in terms of academic value, even completely surpassing the alien creation of vampire transformation surgery, reversed the time of this body at no cost.There is no curse, no alienation, no new hidden dangers or strange implanted back doors. As a human being, the butler returns to the glory days of more than 50 years ago——

No, his body was not reversed to the age of 1944 in 14, but his body was recaptured in his prime while retaining his youthful energy and potential.He could even vaguely perceive the possibility of progress in the body that had been honed to the extreme in the past.The many hidden wounds acquired because of that hard training have disappeared under the water of this alien medicine!

The book of changes cuts the marrow, reborn.

Perhaps simply being mortal is not as strong as the vampiric transformation that the millennium promised.But it's just not as good as it is now, it's just not as good as it is now.Because the operation to transform a vampire cannot be completed overnight, and those who choose to rebel must accept the risky transformation due to the lack of time.

Perhaps the ability to recover and sustain will drop to an extremely low level, and perhaps the lifespan of survival will be so short that there is only one chance to fight - the past Walter Codenis knew this price and was willing to accept it.However, this visitor who suddenly appeared like a "mechanical descendant" provided himself with a fate that was ten times better, a hundred times better, no, ten thousand times better!

How should I repay her?

How should I repay her?

Do you take care of her as a benefactor?Serve her as a master?

Or, in the name and power of the god of death, let her get her wish...

The revived Grim Reaper calmed down his heartbeat, his gaze converged, his will condensed, and the power of spiritual transformation that seemed to be everywhere before seemed to become clear and palpable at this moment—although it could not be cut off, it could be blocked. And he could even vaguely sense that that strange power had another source.

So, he gently exhaled a long breath, the scorching breath gathered into a thread, turned pale, fell from between his lips, and hit the ground like an arrow.

And accompanied by the explosion of joints all over the body.

"Come and fight, show your strength." - Death raised his eyebrows, because it was not him who spoke, but the black-haired girl in front of him.The woman who bears the name of a foreign goddess is still as difficult to see as shrouded in mist, and when she raises her hands, a strong premonition of crisis also appears between the brows of Death God.

very powerful.

Very powerful.

The woman in front of her was obviously still flesh and blood, but she was as powerful as a monster.She obviously looks like a girl, and her eyes are just like a girl's. Her willpower, experience, and skills are also stronger than monsters.

What kind of battlefield is capable of cultivating such human beings?What kind of experience can make such a human being unknown before?And what kind of accident would allow such a human being to come into contact with him in this way?

Incomprehensible, unknown, difficult to spy on.

But it was just what he wanted.

Cattle and sheep come in groups, but wild beasts always walk alone.But ferocious beasts will also watch and help each other, and the premise of watching is that the counterparty of the covenant is also an equal beast.

So come on, come to verify, come to assess.Reassure each other, and let each other no longer need scruples and doubts.

The fingers of the god of death stretched out, and the crystal steel wires swam around him like flowing water.The body and skills that need to be adapted due to newborns are sharply grinding.

This is the moment when he is at his strongest, even stronger.

This is his weakest and most vulnerable moment at the moment.

There are three weaknesses, the first is the running-in of the body and skills.

Second, for the agitation in the heart is better than the fighting spirit at the moment.

The third is the lack of sufficient armaments.It's just that the strength and toughness of the reinforced steel wire used by the elderly housekeeper are limited.It's just a butler uniform for ordinary battles, capable of defeating ordinary elites but unable to step into a real bloody battle.

There are three weaknesses, his opponents and himself are well aware of it.Because this is the battlefield chosen by his opponent, it is the battle caused by his opponent, it is the fruit of his killing intent-his decision is the result of the invitation of the opponent, and there is no reason for him not to be here next.

It doesn't matter if you lose, because this is just a test among allies.Losing does not mean that the god of death in the west will be weaker than the moon master in the east.

If you lose, you lose. The decisions you make, the fire you ignite, and the actions you take will cost you.And the failure here can also be regarded as the failure of the god of death, no matter what the process is, one must be convinced.

So--

'Zheng———'

The exploding threads cut the trees and land in all directions into unequal pieces.And at the end of Death's line of sight, the god from foreign land suddenly disintegrated into a cloud of mist.

Is it an illusion?

Is it a skill?

Is it a prop?

Or--

'Boom—'

The steel wire broke, and the 'gun' protruding from behind him rested on Death's shoulder.That doesn't actually look like a 'gun', but a gorgeous scepter for some kind of sacrifice.However, at the end of the stick tip, the invisible and qualitative force field gathers and converges, turning into an indestructible and sharp 'gun'.

Psychic knives, a negligible effect provided by the scepter of the sky.

The weak steel wire can't stand against this superior reinforcement and armament.So after cutting off, the outcome will be decided here.

The seeds of spiritual power planted at the beginning will quickly dissipate if left unattended, so after using it, the outcome depends on this.

Win is win, lose is lose.

The moon-lord of foreign lands raised his sword, and the death of England fought no more.

Then.

"Next, let's talk about the content of the transaction."

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It is not difficult to defeat Reaper, nor is it difficult to persuade Reaper.Because he has obsessions and fetters.He still has something to protect and he has troubles that need to be dealt with urgently.He can also become stronger, and his old enemy will not be banned from fighting this time like in previous years.

Reincarnated is prepared for this, with all possibilities factored into the budget.

The reincarnation will not just make this kind of preparation, because the influence of the god of death in the song of hell is certainly strong, but the essence of its planning is to persuade the principal Integula.

There are many ways, and there are many ways to deal with it.

But for a nobleman with his own pride and heritage, the necessary respect trumps a mere show of strength.

'Boom—boom—boom—'

The door was knocked three times, each collision having a consistent interval and rhythm.

It was silent outside the door, there were guards, soldiers, clerks and maids serving, but there was no abnormal sound.

Here comes the visitor.

The visitor came uninvited and completely undisguised.

The hostess inside the door waited for ten seconds, but did not receive a warning from the housekeeper, nor did she hear the guard's actions.

"Come in." The hostess of the knights had a heroic voice, and obviously had a good appearance, but no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't find the femininity of a woman.

She sits in a relaxed posture and has sharp eyesight. When a visitor pushes the door and enters, she even takes a leisurely sip from her teacup.