The corrosive poison began to corrode Haka's strong body from the inside. It screamed and wanted to spit out the poisonous blood, but it was too late.

"Bang"

The blood prison was broken into pieces of blood-colored light feathers under Tyrion's heavy blows, and disappeared on the platform. The Dark Blade King walked up to the soul-stealer Hakkar who was paralyzed on the ground, and used his cold fighting force to

The boots stepped on Haka's neck, and then raised the heavy magic blade high.

"Bwonsamdi greets you...Soul Reaper, now it's time to return our blood...back!"

"Buzz"

The cold magic blade whizzed down, and in the direct gaze of the Soul Reaver's remaining right eye, it not only saw Tyrion, but also vaguely saw the cunning giant floating in the shadow behind Tyrion.

Demonic Death.

Bwonsamdi, who was suspended in the darkness, waved his hand towards Hakkar, who had a look of hatred on his face. Under his bone mask, the troll's god of death gave a mocking laugh:

"I have been searching for thousands of years to find this knight who has the ability to crush your evil soul... I used some trivial knowledge to make a perfect deal with him. Now, your followers belong to me, and your power comes to me.

..it belongs to me too.”

"Oh, by the way, before you die, do you want to know...who told Jindo the location of the ancient egg, who taught him the spell to summon souls, and who drove that

Hakkari madmen, take the ashes of your soul back to Zul'Gurub?"

Bwonsamdi let out a harsh laugh. He looked at the soul of Hakkar that was completely chopped into pieces in the hum of the Demon Blade Apocalypse. Under the mask, a sarcastic look flashed away:

"Shadra, Raizan and Akunda, they hate you as much as I do. Look, everything from your birth to your death has been clearly arranged. What a pity."
Chapter completed!