Their world doesn't need gods.

Chapter 184 Alfred's Anger (2)

Lucius' body slammed heavily into the wall of the main keep, creating a large hole in it.

Alfred walked towards the big hole created by Lucius and entered the interior of the space-time maze through the entrance to the rift world.

Lucius, who was thrown in first, was still arguing with the existence in his body, fighting for dominance of the body.

"It's really ugly...Holhua, and that weird thing who knows who it is, I'm still here."

Alfred snapped his fingers in displeasure.

Lucius was once again blown away by the invisible magical impact, and a deep hole was smashed on the opposite wall again.

Lucius was buried in the wall, like a strange sculpture. But no one would appreciate such a disgusting thing.

"Puff... cough cough cough, cough cough cough..."

Liquid flowed out of the corners of Lucius' mouth. It was not bright red blood, but some kind of black viscous liquid.

"Ahem, ahem, you bastard, you've seen it, you're no match for that monster! Hurry up and give me your body. I have a way to defeat him, and then I'll return your body to you."

Someone inside Lucius spoke again with his mouth.

From the perspective of the bystanders, the current situation seemed like Lucius was suffering from schizophrenia and was talking to himself inexplicably. In addition, his appearance, which was neither human nor ghost, was very strange.

"Ahem... W-what are you talking about?! Are you saying that I can't beat that useless bastard?! No one can stop me, no one!"

Lucius himself retorted emotionally.

"Tsk, I deliberately made you crazy in order to usurp your body. But now it's a failure... Damn it, who wants to die here with a brat like you?!"

Alfred listened to the conversation between Lucius and the person inside his body and slowly walked towards the two of them.

"Neither of you should try to escape."

He raised the blue one-handed sword that appeared in his hand and slashed towards Lucius.

The blue blade of light pierced directly through Lucius' body, completely shattering his armor.

“Aaaaaah…”

The being that tried to occupy Lucius' body let out a cry.

The shattered black armor turned into countless black particles and condensed into a monster again.

The upper body of the monster is a man wearing a hood, and the lower body has no legs or feet, just a black mist that is gradually thinning like a ghost. In his hand, he holds a weapon that looks like a sickle. His image is very similar to the god of death in mythology.

“You, you little brat, stop being so arrogant! Who do you think I am? How dare you treat me like this! Now that you’ve escaped from that crazy brat’s body, don’t think I’ll show you mercy!”

The Grim Reaper roared angrily and swung his scythe at Alfred.

"Hmm~ You are the lowest level god of death. Are you weaker than your kind? Which god clan do you belong to? Which bastard sent you here? What is your purpose in taking over the body of that scum Holhua?"

Alfred deflected the scythe with his sword and looked at the lowest level of death in front of him.

"W-what?! Boy, your tone is too arrogant! How dare you be so disrespectful to that adult!"

Death roared in frustration.

"That sir? He doesn't even know his name, and yet he's acting as his lackey. He's really a pathetic piece of trash."

Alfred felt somewhat disappointed and lost interest in the low-level Grim Reaper in front of him.

The so-called lowest-level god of death is not a god in the strict sense, but a sub-god serving as a servant of the real gods, similar to angels and demons.

However, they are often not treated as well as the first two.

These low-level Grim Reapers are mainly responsible for the dirty and tiring work, and are also used as pawns that can be discarded at any time when needed.

Just like the unlucky guy in front of Alfred.

Normally, the sub-gods would take the initiative to report the name of the master they serve, in order to demonstrate that their strength and status are extraordinary among their peers.

It seems like a fox taking advantage of the power of another.

However, this low-level Grim Reaper did not do so, and even addressed the other party as "adult".

Alfred speculated that the guy who assigned this low-level Grim Reaper was very vigilant and might have set some kind of restrictions on the low-level Grim Reaper, not allowing it to reveal any information related to its identity.

Higher-ranking gods have absolute authority to command lower-ranking gods who have sworn allegiance to them.

Even if they were severely tortured or suffered extremely cruel torture, these guys had no way to disobey their masters' orders and reveal their masters' secrets without permission.

Now even if Alfred took the trouble to capture this low-level Grim Reaper alive, it would be a waste of effort.

(Tsk, he is really a sneaky guy. Could he be the exiled god, or the unknown evil god?)

Alfred was filled with doubts and couldn't help clicking his tongue.

"That gentleman's name is not something that a little brat like you can know! Stop being so arrogant."

The low-level Grim Reaper roared and swung his scythe at Alfred again.

Alfred swung his sword and easily blocked the opponent's attack. Then he quickly turned around and gave a fierce roundhouse kick to the black body of the low-level death god.

"Stupid guy, this kind of physical attack has no effect on me...Pfft!"

"Physical attacks don't work on you, huh? You're such an idiot. Since I know what you are, it's only natural that I know those attacks work on you."

Alfred sneered contemptuously.

Old O once said that you have to use magic to defeat magic.

The low-level Grim Reapers are made up of spirits, so Alfred can easily attack the opponent by simply putting a pair of shoes on his feet.

"It seems that you may be a guy with a weak brain, just like your master."

"You, you bastard, how dare you humiliate..."

The low-level Grim Reaper, who was about to reveal the mastermind behind the scenes out of anger, suddenly groaned in pain.

Feeling a pain more desperate than death, he immediately closed his mouth.

"Ah, you are indeed under a ban. The master you mentioned is really a coward. Even when facing humble mortals, he has to do things stealthily like a mouse."

Alfred said with some regret.

"Anyway, I can't get any useful information from you, so please go to hell."

Because the speculation was verified, the low-level Grim Reaper in front of him was completely useless.

Alfred decided to let him pay for hurting Liliana here.