Chapter 278: Fight Me If You Dare, If Not Get Lost!

A cold voice suddenly appeared, and this caused everyone to subconsciously tremble in their spots.

Even though the voice was so unfamiliar, most people immediately connected the dots and assumed that the voice was an image they were all currently afraid of.

The Death God — Arthas!

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. A purple magic ring had appeared on the ground. The black fog that surrounded the air slowly made its way out of the magic ring.

A figure that wore a black robe slowly appeared from the magic ring.

A black robe, a huge black scythe, a black book… And a skeleton face with no flesh and blood...

Obviously, this was the legendary God of Death — Arthas. Even with Timus around, the god of Death's aura still made the surrounding soldiers subconsciously tremble. After all, this was an appearance of a God. It was not something that mortals could easily deal with!

At this moment, in a corner that no one noticed, Mike lowered his body and walked backward step by step. He had seen Arthas more than once, and he could remember this body even if it turned to ashes.

Were there to be anything in this world that Mike did not want to meet, it would definitely be the God of Death. 

Similarly, if the Gods had to choose anything in this world that they did want to meet, it would also definitely be the God of Death.

He planned to run far away and come back after Timus had settled everything. However, at that moment, Mike suddenly felt his legs go weak and he fell to the ground.

At the same time, one of the soldiers got so frightened by the Death God's presence that he dropped his weapon. The metal weapon fell to the ground with a loud clunk sound.

It was as if a switch had been turned on. Many soldiers immediately did the same thing — they let go of the weapons in their hands to let them drop to the ground.

The clanking sounds were like raindrops that fell on a silver plate.

When Gilroy heard the metallic sounds around him, his face revealed a look of anxiety.

Although his shoulders and legs were trembling, he held it in! 

He knew he felt so nervous that he wanted to let go of his hands a few times too. However, he also knew that once he let go of the weapon in his hand, the effects of the Sword of the King would likely disappear.

Once that happens, the soldiers around him would become weaker and more afraid. This would snowball into something worse and this whole event would be over!

Therefore, Gilroy gritted his teeth and persevered. He persevered by focusing on the basic movements of his body that he usually did not pay attention to usually.

This included standing, holding the weapon in his hand, and even breathing. He wanted to say something, but in his current state, that was all he could do.

Arthas carried the giant black scythe in his hand and slowly walked forward. With every step forward, the soldiers closest to him would kneel down on the spot because they could not withstand the huge psychological pressure.

This made Arthas very satisfied. This was the common feeling of authority from the Gods. This was the power of the Gods. This was the true attitude of the Gods.

These bugs from the lower realm were only fit to kneel at the feet of the Gods.

How dare a human to say that he wanted to kill a God!?

That was simply the biggest joke any upper being could hear!

"Yes, I said it.

"So, you're here to die?"

!!!

The God of Death, Arthas, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned his skeletal figure and looked to the side.

Not too far from the God of Death, there was an extremely special figure that stood tall. The youth's expression looked very cold, but his clear eyes were filled with a strong desire to fight.

His posture stood tall as if he was not affected by the power that reeked from the Death God at all. The giant sword in his hand looked extremely sharp as if it could split the sky with a single slash.

At this moment, the youth seemed to have chosen to become the only center of the world.

Looking at this, Arthas smiled darkly. It seemed that he was not irritated by this demeanor.

He slowly and completely turned his body around to fully gaze at Timus.

"You're the one who said you'd kill me?

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"Do you really know who I am?"

It sounded as if someone was scratching a blackboard with their fingernails.

However, Timus stuck out his little finger and dug it into his ear. Then, he nonchalantly replied to the hooded figure.

"A guy who is about to be killed by me. Do I need to know who you are?"

Hearing this, Arthas's smile disappeared. His skeletal body began to emit large amounts of black fog. The fog emitted was extremely cold, as if it dropped the temperature in the surrounding air.

The soldiers had only trembled slightly before, but now even their teeth chattered from the cold.

Gilroy was no exception!

He could no longer withstand the huge pressure and fell to the ground. His entire body trembled non-stop. However, he managed to grip the Sword of the King in his hand.

When he could no longer hold his right hand, he used his left hand to hold this important weapon. When he could no longer hold his left hand, he pressed the Sword of the King under his body and held it in his arms.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind.

He must not let go… He must not let go even if he died!

He must do it for everyone present. 

Some of them managed to hold on to their consciousness, but their attention was not on Gilroy.

No one noticed that the pale-faced youth was clenching his teeth and persisted in gripping the weapon.

Everyone had their attention on Arthas and Timus.

This would be a battle between a human and a God!

It would also be the battle that would determine the final outcome of this war!

On this plain, almost all the soldiers had fallen to the ground, leaving only Timus and Arthas standing where they were.

The remnants of the fire left on the ground by the fireball spell had all been extinguished. The bleak wind and the strange black fog covered the land. The land that initially felt as hot as a furnace instantly became extremely cold.

Arthas looked at the youth in front of him, and his tone finally stopped being playful and casual.

"You know, I haven't heard such arrogant words for a very, very long time.

"A puny human actually wished to go against the gods.

"The last time I heard of such a thing was 3,000 years ago."

Timus narrowed his eyes slightly.

After hearing the words '3,000 years ago', he thought of Ragnaros, who was once a nuisance to him.

The God of Fire had also said the same time.

Although he did not remember anything, according to Ragnaros, he seemed to have offended Ragnaros 3,000 years ago.

Moreover, this skeleton-looking guy in front of him seemed to be talking about Timus as well?

Timus did not say anything. He just silently memorized this sentence as it was the second time it had happened.

Now was not the time to discuss this matter. There were more important things to do.

"Do all of you Gods like to talk so much nonsense?

"If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, then get lost!"

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