The huge ship of souls was docked under the steps of the gate of hell. The lights on the ship, which represented death, flickered dimly, as if they were about to go out.
Clarence, the seventh-level undead king, desperately grabbed the bone oar of the Hell Ferryman. The white bone claws of the undead creature intertwined with the strong arms under the Hell Ferryman's robe.
Immediately, thick black smoke was seen emanating from the body of the Styx Ferryman and pouring into the body of Clarence, the Lord of the Undead.
The sky-high black smoke filled the sky, creating a tendency of heavy clouds. The thick smoke kept pouring out from the ferryman's eyes, mouth, and ears, and was then washed in by the Undead Lord Clarence.
"ah!"
The painful torture and sinking from the soul, even the controller of the death creature in the undead army, roared in pain, and the bony body trembled and swayed constantly.
The robe on his body seemed to have been corroded by the years, turning into a dilapidated black hole. Darkness filled the robe, covering its face and soul, covering up his past and cutting off his future.
"La la la! La la!"
"Ah~ah~ah~"
"La La~"
The Styx ferryman put down his oars and stepped off the boat of souls at a loss. He was still humming songs as he walked, looking as desolate as a crazy beggar that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.
As he stepped off the soul boat step by step, the black robe on his body gradually disappeared, revealing the face underneath. It was a tall and strong man with half-orc features, wearing rotten armor, a crown and a crown on his head. The gorgeous gems have also been polished and corroded by the years. The gems have broken into pieces and the magic gold has become dull.
He slowly raised his head, and a faint light flickered in the center of his golden pupils. The blood symbol and flame of the First King burned brightly in his eyes.
Lyn Akhenaten looked at his hands, which were full of calluses and scars.
He raised his hands high and looked at the sky through his fingers. A dark sun shone on the entire world, and a huge city of bones floated on the gate of hell.
"Haha!" Linn Akhenaten burst into laughter.
He kept twisting his head while laughing, his eyes were narrowed until there was only a gap left, his nose was wrinkled together, and his shoulders kept shrugging, as if he had seen a ridiculous farce or a funny mime, and he was laughing so much.
Then tears flowed from Linn Akhenaten's eyes: "I am finally free!"
At this time, the City of Bones in the sky also suppressed. Countless undead souls in the city let out tragic howls. A dozen terrifying figures of the Lord of Death looked down on the earth from the clouds and stared at Lin En. Akhenaten.
The huge city of bones combines the manufacturing method of the floating city and the power of more than a dozen seventh-level mythical beings. The light of the artifact can be seen flashing on it. It can even be said that it is only one step away from reaching the eighth level. The level of mythical floating city.
All it takes is Frosa, the city lord of the City of Bones, to reach level eight, and this City of Bones can be transformed into an existence that can compete with the True God.
Frosa looked at Linn and said: "His Majesty Linn, the great king of the ancient Kingdom of Akhenaten, the blood descendant of the original king, the owner of the Sword of Royal Power! The one with the noblest bloodline in the world!"
"nice to meet you!"
Frosa, who strongly believed in the theory of noble blood and noble birth, seemed to have some kind of special admiration for Linn Akhenaten.
Lin En's eyes were indifferent, and he had lost all his arrogance, greed and strong competitiveness. His weathered face looked at the vast and endless River of Styx in front of him. He had been guiding people on this River of Styx for ten thousand years. No matter how powerful or glorious the dead souls in this world are, as long as they are on Death's list, they will finally be able to board his soul boat and head to the Kingdom of Death unwillingly.
Thousands of years of memories and past glory were recalled bit by bit by Lin En, as well as the dead souls who were telling stories to him on the ferry.
But when he heard Frosa's words, Linn Akhenaten seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing, and looked at Frosa in shock: "The one with the noblest blood? Hahahaha~"
"The one with the noblest bloodline~noble~hahaha!"
After a long time, Linn raised his head and looked at Frosa, and asked: "Have you ever seen the Son of God? The oldest ~ the descendant of the Creator!"
"Have you seen it?"
When Lin En said this, his whole body trembled, his eyes were about to burst, and his crazy roar revealed strong unwillingness and helplessness: "Have you seen that the position of the true god is just a toy that can be thrown away at will in the eyes of some people, and Do you feel like you’ve tried your best and given up everything but you can’t get it?”
"What the original king! What golden bloodline! Ridiculous!"
"It's so ridiculous! Everything is just a plaything in the hands of others!"
Lin En looked at the sky angrily, with a ferocious face like an evil ghost: "No matter how hard you try, no matter how unwilling you are, in the end you can only wait for the choice of fate! We are just chess pieces being played around, chess pieces that do not accept arrangements and choices. , the only fate is to be abandoned!"
The aloof Death Lord looked at Linn Akhenaton, not understanding what he was saying at all. Instead, he felt that Linn Akhenaton had gone completely crazy after being imprisoned for hundreds of millions of years.
Linn Akhenaton said nothing more, stretched out his right hand, and a stone slab was condensed on the palm of his hand.
On the front of the stone slab, there is a complete model of the World Tree engraved, as well as the cornerstone rules of the seventeen true gods. On the back, there is the biggest taboo in this world, the method of ascending to the true god, and how to condense the true god's priesthood.
It seems that ordinary stone slabs have been blessed by the power of the entire world just because they are engraved with this pattern and taboo knowledge.
The golden light slowly bloomed from the stone slab, and finally converged into a strong pillar of light, dyeing the sky golden, and then it closed up after a long time.
At this time, everyone in the City of Bones was so excited that they could not control themselves and were trembling all over.
The legends that have existed for thousands of years, the existence that countless people have been searching for, the taboo knowledge that has been tightly sealed by the gods, and the only way to become a true god, are now displayed in front of them.
"World Tree! That's the World Tree model!" A death master was shrouded in gray mist. He was so excited that he couldn't even suppress his strength. A violent storm of mythical power swept out.
"The way to condense the priesthood, as long as we have the method to condense the priesthood, we can also become level eight and have the qualifications to compete for the position of the true god!"
"Take it! Bring it over!" A bone dragon roared crazily.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Frosa, the city lord of the City of Bones, also stared blankly at the stone slab in Linn Akhenaten's hand. His whole body transformed into a huge mythical body. With the blessing of the City of Bones, Under it, it turned into a black smoke and flame giant that was a thousand meters high.
He leaned down directly from the sky and looked at Linn Akhenaton.
The black smoke palm in his depths also shimmered with excitement. He had been waiting for this day for seven or eight thousand years, and finally he saw the opportunity.
"Give it to me~"
A look of contempt appeared in Linn Akhenaton's eyes, and he threw the slate emitting golden light into the sky as if throwing away a piece of garbage.
"It's yours!"
Linn Akhenaten strode upwards and walked onto the Gate of Hell, wanting to return to the main world through this door.
At this time, the huge soul-eating steel fork was inserted into the ground, and strong flames were generated under the intersection. A pair of bloodthirsty eyes and a monster with mutton legs and horns stared at Lin Enach. Naton.
Heim looked angrily at Linn, who had teased him back then: "Do you want to leave so easily?"
The bloody mouth spurted out dark red hellfire: "Impossible!"
Linn Akhenaten looked at the Soul-Eating Goat Demon Heim: "When I was on the ferry, I once stood beside the ancient God of Death, and I heard some secrets about you!"
Linn opened his mouth, as if he remembered something very interesting and ridiculous: "Haim? Do you want to hear it?"
"Or? I should call you!"
"High Priest Ankpsut!"