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Chapter 448 Seeing Death For The First Time 【Subscription】

At this moment, Amber didn't know where she was.

The Cadmus couple were directly summoned by the Resurrection Stone.

And if Amber wants to maintain the stability of the soul cemetery, he has to go back the same way.

Go back to the initial space node, and then accept the guidance of the resurrection stone.

However, when Amber walked out of the bubble of Cadmus House, she felt a palpitating danger in the air.

Such intuition firmly kept Amber's footsteps in place, making him dare not make any moves.

He couldn't help opening the heart of the dragon and the pupil of the great wizard, and kept scanning the space next to him.

Finally under Amber's keen observation.

He discovered the transparent sharp blade that was so obscure that it was almost impossible to see in the space next to it.

"What is this?"

Alarm bells rang in Amber's heart.

When I came here before, I never had such a thing.

Seeing this sharp blade exuding endless danger, Amber dared not neglect it.

With a light stroke behind him, the discarded bubble suddenly appeared in his hand.

Then push gently with Amber's fingertips.

The bubbles floated in the direction of the sharp blade.

The moment it touched the sharp blade, the entire bubble was instantly annihilated, turning into transparent raindrops and falling in mid-air.

However, even these raindrops did not escape their bad luck.

At the moment when the raindrops fell, the transparent sharp blade finally revealed its main body.

It was a gray-black machete.

A raging black flame burned above the scimitar.

The black flame was like a vertebra attached to the bone, and instantly entangled with the raindrops all over the sky, and the sky suddenly burned, destroying everything in the bubble in this space.

Amber was terrified watching this scene.

He recognized the origin of this black machete almost immediately.

That unique breath, that familiar authority.

This is the hand of death!

Almost instantly, Amber was shocked.

Almost subconsciously, he took off the death cloak on his body, and hurriedly stuffed it deep into his soul.

Regardless of the burning pain and discomfort coming from the soul.

Then cast spells with both hands, all kinds of magic to bless the soul and cover up the origin, constantly used towards his own soul.

Almost a second later, Amber's soul was completely different from before.

And at the moment when Amber just finished her disguise.

A black crack appeared in midair.

In the crack, a dry hand that seemed to have only pale skin and bones stretched out, grasping the edge of the crack and slowly exerting force.

Suddenly that black figure reappeared.

Under the shabby black linen are red eyes.

In the eyes is the right to manipulate death.

But at this moment, these eyes were staring at the direction of Amber, without saying a word.

Seeing this figure, Amber didn't dare to move.

Although he had never met before, he knew his origin the first time he saw this black figure.

This is death.

His image is the same as in the myths and legends, it is the endless black mist shrouded in the black cloak.

It's just that it's different from the myths and legends. At this time, the god of death is not wearing the iconic cloak, but a tattered black linen cloth.

There is also no sickle in the hand that is said to be able to chop off the soul.

What he was holding was a curved sharp blade without a handle.

Seeing this strange sharp blade, Amber's pupils shrank suddenly, and then they lowered their eyes without a trace.

He needs to hide the greed in his eyes.

Amber recognized the knife.

The breath on the knife is of the same origin as the breath on the elder wand.

It is the sharp blade that is missing in the death scythe!

It's just that Amber doesn't dare to think about the sickle and scimitar now.

He is now just hoping that his previous actions will not only be able to hide from the eyes of the god of death.

Seeing the god of death slowly drifting towards his side.

Amber's fingertips quietly contained a sharp breath (bbab).

It's just that when the god of death came to Amber, there was a hint of doubt in its scarlet eyes.

Obviously before, he felt that those who sneaked into the graveyard of souls "are the descendants of Cadmus.

But the soul in front of him doesn't have any breath of Cadmus' bloodline.

This made Death couldn't help but feel puzzled.

So he stretched out his hand and gently grabbed Amber, like picking up a little chicken, and kept looking at it in front of his eyes.

Amber suddenly felt that an irresistible mighty force lifted him up, and then he moved closer to a pair of bright red eyes.

People are constantly looking at them wantonly like picking goods.

"Who are you?"

Finally, when he couldn't see anything anymore, the god of death finally asked suspiciously.

"Andre Dumbledore, sir."

Amber immediately made a smile, tried hard to recall the flattering smile on Merlin's face, and then made it out stiffly.

"Dumbledore?"

Hearing this strange surname, God of Death stretched out his hand and scratched his forehead.

It's just that no matter how much he looked at her, he couldn't tell that something was wrong with Amber.

So I can only continue to ask:

"How did you get in here?"

Hearing these words from the god of death, a big stone in Amber's heart fell to the ground.

Then the smile on his face became brighter, he nodded and bowed and said:

"Through a curtain of the Ministry of Magic, I entered here by accident.

Reaper nodded knowingly.

He knew that there were Departments of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and behind the curtain of the Department of Mysteries was the entrance to the graveyard of souls.

This is one of the backhands made by the God of Death long ago, and it is also a key means for him to spread the Kingdom of the God of Death to the entire world.

Thinking of this, the god of death no longer has any doubts in his heart.

The eyes he looked at Amber became cold again, and there was an incomparable silence towards life in the eyes.

Now that we have figured out the origin of Amber.

Then this guy is useless.

Thinking of this, the god of death slowly raised the blade in his hand.

Seeing the black cold light shining above the blade, Amber's pupils shrank suddenly.

This guy actually wants to kill himself!

Seeing the blade being raised slowly, Amber is not a character waiting to die.

When there was no time to rest, Amber's eyes fell on the withered and slender wrist of the god of death, which seemed to have only one bone.

Then. He raised his right hand high, and the sharp aura emanating from his fingertips suddenly increased.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed across.

Amidst the screams of death and the unbelievable eyes.

He has a sickle and a curved blade attached to his right hand.

Fall slowly. .