Chapter: 1984

This way you can�t dry it.�Gaold�s mind would be nothing but Miro�s thoughts.

�Where is the maze?�You�d better brush it off nicely.�Unless you want to die one more time.�

�The labyrinth����!�

shouted Hell.

�Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!�

The words that followed were ferocious ears that made the heart stop.

The robe came off, revealing Hel�s face, which seemed to be the sum of all the deaths in the world.

As the energy of death surged in as sharp as a blade, Zulu, who stood in the way of Gangnan, cast a boss.

�Posmetry.�

Cao oh oh!


A huge bird made of light wrapped around the two of them.

The dark energy hit them the very next moment, but it just passed by without giving any impact.

Space-time bird, postmetry.

Although Zulu is famous for being a lich summoner, POSMETERY was also a tier 2 monster that only she could master.

Posmetry appears once every four years on the equatorial island of Canarica, flies for three seconds before disappearing, presumably staying in another dimension.

It took 12 years for Zulu, who collected all the records of postmetry that had been witnessed thousands of years ago, to succeed in becoming a boss.

Considering that it stays for 3 seconds once every 4 years, the exact period was only 9 seconds, and people follow Rich as a major anecdote to praise Zulu�s genius.

Kwak Kwah Kwah Kwah Kwah!

Posmetry transported the two to another space-time for three seconds, and everything that happened during that time had no effect on them.

For the first time, Kang Nan could clearly see the aura of death passing in front of his eyes.

What I thought was darkness was actually an infinitely overlapping pattern of the screaming faces of the dead.

�Three seconds.�I can�t stand it any longer.�

There was no need to listen to Zulu.

At the same time as Hel showed his true colors, Gaold was already charging towards the demon�s face.

maze!�maze!�maze!�maze!�maze!�maze!

Only one word was passing at the speed of electricity in my head, and that blind belief brought even greater pain.

�The god of the dead?�Something like a shell����!�

Raising his right hand high, Gaold swung his fist down and cast a spell.

Pain 500,000 times � air pressing.

As Hel�s form disintegrated, it was trampled downward like tens of thousands of water droplets falling. JrNovels.com