The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

With a crisp sound, the skull shattered completely, its fragments scattering in all directions and creating an invisible ripple.

But the headless skeleton did not fall down immediately! It still held the iron sword in its hand and continued to approach him step by step, its headless body appearing particularly eerie and terrifying.

It seemed that ordinary attack methods were not effective enough against undead creatures... Morian instantly understood the problem.

If these undead creatures cannot be truly killed through restraint, they will be difficult to kill even with severe injuries, and may even continue to move.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, one of the Death Knights had already accelerated.

With a chilling aura, the lances were raised high, and the skeletal warhorse reared up, charging forward with unstoppable momentum, resembling a "chariot."

Unfortunately, it cannot create the same duel space.

Morian made a quick judgment and used "Passage" to avoid the deadly charge, his figure suddenly disappearing from the spot.

From the surrounding shadows, several black, viscous tentacles suddenly shot out, wrapping around the hooves of the skeletal warhorse and the waist of the death knight as he exerted his strength.

At the same time, Morian appeared to its side and behind, the short sword radiating a soft light already in his right hand.

The pure light flowing from the sword's blade seemed to shine even brighter in this environment.

He seized the opportunity and thrust "Radiance" into the gap at the joint of the Death Knight's plate armor, the only unprotected spot.

puff!

The moment it pierced through, the sacred aura it contained erupted with a roar.

The Death Knight's towering body stiffened abruptly, and the dense aura of death surrounding it vanished as if it had encountered its nemesis.

Even the skeletal warhorse beneath him lost all its support and collapsed to the ground, motionless.

"Radiance" is indeed the nemesis of these creatures... Morian smiled and gripped the shimmering short sword in his hand.

Having eliminated the biggest threat, his gaze swept over the remaining skeletons and ghosts, and he was about to finish up the job.

Just then, a bone-chilling cold suddenly surged up, like the icy chill of impending death, instantly enveloping the entire body.

It was filled with an atmosphere of deathly stillness! And it was also extremely magnificent!

Morian's heart tightened, and he instantly became extremely alert, paying close attention to his surroundings.

He remained focused and vigilant, ready to use "passage" to leave the spot at any moment if anything seemed amiss.

In an instant, a "slash" that seemed to cleave the world apart swept past the undead gathered on the open ground ahead at a speed far beyond sight.

It's not just a visual description; it truly almost divides the world in two.

The slash was a vague gray-black color; it passed silently and instantly brought death to all living beings.

The next moment, a chilling scene unfolded.

As the Void Slash swept across the path, all the undead creatures were cut in half, and the huge crack remained silently in space.

With a single strike, the entire arena was silenced.

Morian's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Judging from the power of this attack, the opponent's strength far exceeded any enemy he had encountered before. Perhaps only Levim in the dream could fight him.

Not far away, a large area of ​​darkness seemed to be parted by an invisible hand.

A petite figure slowly walked towards him, stepping over the wreckage.

It was a young girl wearing a wide gray robe, the style of which was simple and ancient. The hood covered most of her face, revealing only a few strands of gray-white hair.

She held a giant, jet-black scythe taller than herself. The blade seemed to absorb all the light around her, and she held the long handle high with apparent ease, while the blade pointed diagonally at the ground.

...A young girl? Upon seeing who it was, Morian was momentarily stunned, but his vigilance remained.

The slain and vanished spirits transformed into wisps of barely perceptible dark aura, which spontaneously drifted toward the girl and merged into her body.

But she seemed to take it all in stride and didn't care at all.

The girl stopped a short distance in front of Morian, then slightly raised her head, as if she had noticed him.

Beneath the hood's shadow, a pair of grey eyes peeked out, scrutinizing Morian with undisguised curiosity.

There was no hostility in his eyes; rather, it looked more like he was observing some novel little animal.

"Huh?!" she uttered, a slightly confused sound in her voice, whether she was talking to herself or asking a question.

"Why would there be other living people in a place like this?"

"...Shouldn't I be the one saying that?" Morian's lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but think to himself.

I never expected to run into other powerful beings in the Honkai world.

The opponent's strength is far greater than mine... If they had been malicious from the beginning, I might not have been able to dodge that slash just now... Morian's thoughts raced, and he suppressed the hostility that he had inadvertently revealed.

At least for now, it is still possible to communicate with this girl.

He quickly adjusted his breathing and spoke in as calm a tone as possible:

"...Hello, may I ask who you are?"

Upon hearing this, the girl tilted her head, and the hood immediately slipped off her head, revealing her delicate face hidden within, but her expression showed no emotional fluctuation.

"Elizabeth, and also Hela's agent." She pointed to herself with her finger.

……

Hela, the Grim Reaper? Her proxy?!

Hearing the girl's seemingly calm words, Morian maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil.

Although I don't understand it, it seems very powerful. Is this what they call "impressive but incomprehensible"?

Did I just meet some incredible person...?

Since the other party had revealed their name, he no longer needed to hide it and simply nodded in response:

"My name is Maurian Thias, a traveler who came here by chance."

"Oh, I see."

The girl named Elizabeth responded, seemingly finding the answer reasonable, or perhaps she simply didn't care whether it was reasonable or not...

She thought for a moment, then her gaze returned to Morian, and she asked with intense curiosity:

"Then how did you get in? A creature as weak as you shouldn't be able to get into a place that's 'dying' like this."

Morian remained silent for a moment, speechless at the overly direct and even somewhat absurd question.

But no matter what, he couldn't possibly reveal the secrets brought about by the transmigration, such as the containment space and the gray gate.

"...because of some minor accidents."

"Miss Elizabeth, are you familiar with this place?"

"Not very familiar, every dying world is different," Elizabeth answered honestly, her expression somewhat troubled.

As she said this, she suddenly came forward, holding the huge scythe, and sniffed Morian a few times, like a nimble cat.

"Morian, you have a familiar scent about you, somewhat similar to my abilities, but not exactly the same... It's really strange."

But it was these seemingly casual words that startled Morian quite a bit.