The nine levels of hell are extremely vast, and each level of hell has its own individual master. They are the servants of the God of Death, ruling the entire world of death in place of the God of Death.
The endless river of death runs through the nine-layered world of death and reaches the palace of the God of Death.
In the turbulent black waves, countless undead souls, evil spirits, and undead creatures were wailing and moaning in the river. The riverbanks along the way were covered with fog and shadows, and were covered with all kinds of scary and strange black and gray plants. Under the river, mountains of corpses and soul sand were piled up.
At this moment, a dim light appeared in the depths of the river. The dim light was like stars, lighting up a little from a distance, slowly emerging and rising, slowly going up the river from the depths of hell.
In the gloomy fog of hell, the true face of the dim light finally appeared.
It was a magical soul lamp. Wherever the light shone, all evil spirits and undead creatures were expelled. Thousands of them floating on the vast Styx were driven away and eliminated under the light, or Suppressed at the bottom of the river.
The dim lights of this station are hanging on a black wooden ship. The black ship comes from the depths of hell to pick up the important souls coming and going.
There was a being wearing a black robe. The tattered black robe covered his appearance. Only a pair of golden eyes like the sun could be seen shining under the hood. He was holding a long bone pole. Pushing through the dark water, he steered the soul boat up the Styx.
"Thump thump! thump thump thump thump!"
"Thump thump! thump thump!"
There was a weird beat coming from the ship, like bones rubbing together, like bells swinging. In this world of the undead that was full of terrifying wails and hisses, the sound was long and crisp, making it particularly harsh.
"Uh-huh… "
"La la la la! La la~ la la~ah! la la!"
"Ah~ah! Ah~ah~ah!"
The people on the boat were singing songs without knowing what they were talking about. The songs were scattered and not in tune. They were full of a feeling of confusion and confusion, which made people feel that they were mute.
He is a person with no memory or self, no memory of the past, and no future.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw that the entire river of hell was dancing with his singing. The waves beat with the rhythm of the singing. With him, he became peaceful and calm. With him, he was high and despised the huge waves. Gloomy and undercurrent.
He followed the summons and arrived at the gate of hell. The huge boat of souls was moored under the steps of the gate of hell. People were coming and going on the steps. Thousands of dead souls walked down step by step in confusion and threw themselves into the underworld. In the river, as the waves swept across, they were swallowed up and swept away.
On the steps, there was a row of more than a dozen figures standing, and even the soul-eating sheep demon Heim, who guarded the gate of hell, stood behind them.
Each of the dozen figures was hidden under a cloak of darkness. In addition, they also used witchcraft to cover their mental power fluctuations and soul marks, as if they were afraid that others would recognize them.
However, several people present could vaguely see objects bearing the mark of the God of Hell and Death. If it were not for the mythical objects to cover them up, I am afraid that the unstoppable divine power fluctuations would have soared into the sky long ago. They turned out to be from several levels of the Nine Hells. Master, the most loyal servant of Death.
As for the other few people, it can be seen from the bone rings on their hands that are vaguely visible under their long sleeves. They are actually the undead wizard organization that was suppressed and annihilated by the gods nearly ten thousand years ago, the City of Bones. a member of.
"Look~ look at these dazzling golden eyes!" Frosa rushed down from the steps excitedly, looking at the boatman of the soul boat with excitement.
"The last bloodline of the great King of Gold, the oldest blood of the King, the owner of the Sword of Royal Power, unexpectedly ended up like this!" Frosa's tone of voice was full of excitement, as if he was performing a stage play. .
"boom!"
The soul-eating sheep demon Heim inserted the huge soul-eating steel fork under the stone slab, and said still dissatisfied: "Why did you choose this guy? He deceived me back then! This guy is my enemy!"
Frosa immediately said: "Lynn Akhenaton was the most advantageous contender for the God of Earth and War back then. Even the position of the true god should belong to him. As a mythical existence that has survived from eternity, we need s help!"
"certainly!"
Frosa's voice changed: "They are the only ones left who have mastered the method of ascending to the position of the True God, and the existence of taboo knowledge such as the complete World Tree and the cornerstone of the gods. No one except the seventeen True Gods can know it. What does the World Tree look like, and I don’t know what the so-called cornerstone of the gods is!”
"And Linn Akhenaten clearly knows that we can only know if we get help!"
"The so-called true god! What on earth is it!"
When Frosa talked about the syllables of the True God, a strong greedy light burst out of his eyes, and his hands even shook under his robes.
Frosa clenched his fists, suddenly turned around, looked at everyone, and said angrily: "Ten thousand years! Seventeen true gods have controlled this world for ten thousand years!"
"This world created by the Creator, this crystal wall system, belongs to everyone! It does not belong to some people!"
"The seventeen true gods are high above, enslaving all living beings, oppressing us, and suppressing us! Why? Why do they occupy the position of true gods? We can only become slaves to their servants!"
"But, from now on, it will be different. We have to tell them, tell everyone in the world!" Frosa stood on tiptoes excitedly and shouted crazily at everyone.
"Era~ From now on, enter a new era!"
"We want to pull the so-called eternal true God from the foundation of the gods, we want to destroy the so-called eternal kingdom of God, and shoot down the stars from the sky!"
A dozen powerful beings all had strong light emanating from their bodies. Although they did not say a word, everyone could feel a kind of unwillingness and anger burning. Even the soul-eating sheep demon Heim could see it in his scarlet eyes. See the flames swaying.
As everyone roared, a dozen of them stood in a circle, as if forming a huge energy loop.
The blackness swallowed up the ground beneath their feet, as if forming an extremely huge hollow.
Endless bones, souls, evil spirits, death knights, and skeletons poured out from under the earth.
All kinds of terrifying dead creatures poured out from it, with no end in sight. A huge city of bones formed in front of the gate of hell, and the soul-eating goat demon Heim guarding the gate of hell released the gate of hell. The power cuts off and blocks all light and exploration.
The messengers of death who originally guarded this place, and the servants of death who harvested souls, had long been killed. This place had become a vacuum zone in hell. No one thought that the soul-eating sheep demon Heim guarding the gate of hell would betray hell. , let alone imagine that the lords of several levels of hell would also betray the God of Death, including Mickey, the Black Flame Bone Dragon, the lord of hell who controlled the first level of hell.
Skeletons and billions of undead continue to merge into the city of bones, just like parts that make up the city. Corpses, bone dragons, lichs, and soul corpses are dark and terrifying existences that only exist in myths and legends. At this moment, they appear. figure.
In the end, a terrifying city of the undead that seemed to occupy the entire sky, composed of bones, flesh, and undead spirits, floated on the gate of hell. It emitted strong fluctuations, covering the underworld and the earth. connect.
"Cut off the relationship between Mingri and this river of Styx!"
"Clarence! It's your turn!" A dozen powerful beings standing on the City of Bones looked towards the earth with burning eyes.
A seventh-level undead king in black robes walked down the steps, exuding a towering pillar of soul fire, as if he had passed through two isolated worlds, crushing the space barrier forcefully, and boarded the Ship of the soul.
Then, he reached out and took the long bone pole from the boatman Linn Akhenaton.