Super Godfather Ex-wife Begging Me To Get Remarried novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417 Death Sickle

"Ms. Hernandez, I didn't expect that you still remembered me. I am flattered."

The middle-aged man smiled.

He walked to Bruce's side, and the huge black sickle in his hand was almost twice as tall as his body.

The energy fluctuations on the black sickle were strange. There were traces of black light flashing, which made people feel uncomfortable just by looking at it.

At this time, Osborne, who was not far away, was stunned.

This middle-aged man was powerful.

According to Serena's expression, Osborne could tell that this man named Chris was a disciple of the King of the Aberrants, and his strength was at the same level as Serena.

Otherwise, Serena wouldn't look so solemn.

Was Chris' code name Soul Reaper?

Serena sneered, "Your action this time is not to disrupt the auction, but just to kill me. Even you are here. It seems that you are determined to win."

Chris smiled, "Ms. Hernandez, you are one of the eight maids of Godfather. Compared with you, an auction is nothing. To deal with you, we should be well-prepared.

"After all, as long as I can kill you, Godfather's strength will be weakened. He will lose control of Skyefall and Dampston.

"Killing you is important to us, so I came here myself."

Bruce said, "Chris, don't waste time talking to her. Kill her now!"

Chris nodded.

"Ms. Hernandez, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he swung the huge black sickle in his hand.

A strange wave instantly spread toward Serena, and she suddenly put the sword in front of herself.

Her sword made a loud clanging sound and was shaking violently.

Serena's face turned pale. She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and her expression became much weaker as if her energy had been cut off by Chris' black sickle.

Seeing this scene, Bruce looked excited. "Serena, do you still want to struggle? You don't have any chance."

Chris smiled and said, "Ms. Hernandez, please surrender. My Death Sickle is a replica of the sickle of Death in mythology. Although it is not the real sickle of Death, it is a rare ancient magic weapon.

"With my power, every time I swing the Death Sickle, I can get a part of your spirit and soul. You will become weaker and weaker until all your souls are reaped by me and become supplements for the Death Sickle.

"You won't win."