The situation in hell changed. Nearly half of the owners of the ninth level of hell gathered in the first level, and the huge city of bones hovered in the sky.
Endless undead creatures in the distance are constantly rushing here, and evil spirits like the ocean come from the depths of hell to meet the undead master standing on the City of Bones.
For thousands of years, the existences that have been continuously exiled to the depths of hell and suppressed in hell have revived one after another and climbed up from the earth.
Dark ghosts hundreds of meters high screamed in establishment, groups of banshees howled through the gray clouds of hell, and huge bone dragons hovered in the sky carrying flying monsters.
The skeleton mage holding a bone staff climbed up from the ashes with thousands of undead. The death knights held their heads and summoned their nightmare mounts.
Riots of undead creatures can be seen everywhere on the earth, rushing here layer by layer, even rushing across the River Styx, kneeling in front of the gate of hell to meet the master of the undead.
The huge movement could no longer be concealed, and the bells in the Nine Hells rang from the Palace of Death, echoing throughout the hell.
Billions of Death's servants poured out from the cities of souls, holding the death scythe and going all out.
The remaining Lords of the Nine Levels of Hell who had not yet rebelled, led their dependents and the Death Legion, and prepared for the battle with all their strength.
In the kingdom of stars, the gods are holding a meeting on the Black Sea plane.
The huge divine bodies of the seventeen true gods fell on the floating island with the gods, just like seventeen mountains emitting violent light, symbols representing the power of their rules and the symbol of the foundation stone of the god's throne, rotating around them.
At this moment, Setisis, who was sitting on the throne and holding the Death Scythe, suddenly raised his head and looked under the earth in shock. His eyes penetrated the layers of space, the endless sky, the main world, and visited. Towards the kingdom of death.
Heard the bells from the kingdom of death.
In front of the gate of hell~
"The so-called great God of Death and Lord of Hell, Setisis, is just your former servant!" Linn Akhenaten stood dancing under the gate of hell. Everyone was listening to his story. Which ten thousand people did he belong to? Years ago, the origin story of the Sky Temple.
Legends and stories belonging to Ankhpsut, the high priest of the Sky Temple.
"You used to be the master of Setisis, but now~hahaha~now~"
"You are guarding the gate for Sethissis~Being a dog for Sethisis~"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Ankpusut~!"
"What a cruel fate! What a violent reversal! Everything is like a shoddy old drama, and you are just a clown who makes people laugh, being manipulated at will!"
Linn Akhenaton couldn't bear it anymore and burst out laughing, mocking the soul-eating sheep demon Heim.
As if this could make him forget his pain and everything about himself.
"An~ke~Psut~" The Hell Demon God Heim, who was holding a soul-eating steel fork, lowered his hands at this moment, muttering to himself this name that was almost completely forgotten for a long time.
Helm stands under the Gate of Hell. The combination of his huge body and the tall Gate of Hell represents the entrance to Hell.
For thousands of years, the gate of hell and the monster Soul-eating Sheep Demonheim guarding the gate of hell have been connected together and can never be separated.
Even Heim has forgotten the past, forgotten everything, forgotten his glory and identity.
"I am the demon Heim who guards the gates of hell!"
"No! I am... I am..."
At this moment, in Heim's scarlet eyes, greed, lust, and killing gradually faded away, becoming clear and sober.
"I am Ankpsut!"
"I am the high priest of the Sky Temple! I am God's favorite high priest and his chosen spokesperson!"
"I am the apostle of God and the first follower of Your Majesty!"
Ankpsut looked at his hands, only to see a pair of ugly monster's sharp claws appearing in front of his eyes. He was shocked and touched his face, which was an ugly and ferocious face with goat's horns.
"No! No! This is not me~" Ankpsut's hands shook violently.
"this is not me!"
He roared angrily, spitting out strong flames from his bloody mouth.
He looked to the left and right in shock and saw the gate to hell that had been guarded for thousands of years.
He saw the huge city of bones, saw endless monsters running on the earth, and finally raised his head and looked at the eternal sun.
He stretched out his hand and looked at the sun that represented hell and death at a loss: "Is this your choice?"
"No! It's not like that~ Why did I end up like this!" He roared angrily, unable to believe what he saw. He couldn't believe that he was like a dog, standing in front of the gate of hell, guarding the entrance. The door to the kingdom of death.
Finally, he looked at the surging River Styx, and the depths of hell that went down along the River Styx. He saw the palace of the God of Death, and seemed to vaguely see the huge god in black robes holding the scythe of death. shadow.
At this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore, anger, jealousy, and hatred rushed into his head.
The hatred for thousands of years was now reduced to one sentence.
He seemed to have used up all his strength to shout out that name, trembling from the soles of his feet to his ferocious face, and his whole body was burning with flames. The huge flames ignited the entire Gate of Hell and dyed the sky red.
"See~tee~see!"
The soul-eating sheep demon Heim desperately rushed down from the gate of hell. The connection between the gate of hell and the underworld that originally trapped it had been severed. It easily smashed the power that restrained itself and stepped into into the vast Styx.
Wielding the steel fork, spraying flames, he ran desperately towards the depths of hell.
I have gone completely crazy and don’t care about anything! He wanted to vent all the unwillingness, anger, and resentment he had felt for thousands of years.
"Sedicis!" The voice was frantic and trembling, and the strong flames evaporated the Styx, and thousands of undead burned the city in black smoke in the flames.
He turned into a gigantic body several kilometers tall and stepped on the River Styx, rushing into the next level of hell.
Linn Akhnaton looked at Ankpsut, and looked at his appearance. His ending and experience were even more miserable than his own. Linn Akhnaton, who kept laughing at him, smiled and suddenly lost everything. power.
Because he felt that this was not only mocking Ankpsut, but also mocking himself.
Because there is no difference between him and Ankpsut.
"Ten thousand years~~"
"Ten thousand years!"
Linn Akhenaten looked at himself blankly, took off the rotten crown on his head, brushed it gently, and saw the gems on it turning into sand and scattering.
Suddenly looking back, I found that everything has been covered by time, all memories have become history, and I have become a legend.
Everything here was no longer the world he was familiar with. All that was left to him was humiliation, pain and regret.
"I want to leave this world!"
Even if it is an era when the Creator is gone, he is not willing to stay here anymore!
Linn Akhenaton lost all interest and motivation, passed through the gate of hell, and disappeared into this land of death.
In the sky, Frosa, who was holding a model of the World Tree and the cornerstone of the gods, was grasping this stone slab that exuded golden light. Symbols flashed around it, and symbols representing the priesthood of death were moving around the city of bones.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Priesthood~This is the priesthood!"
"I feel it, this is... this is... what we have been looking for~the true meaning of death~"
"This is death!"
Billions of symbols rotated around the City of Bones like a galaxy. Finally, as Flosa let out a wild laugh, all the symbols converged into a black flame that shot into the sky, igniting the sky and clouds.
"I am the master of death!"
Frosa crushed the stone slab of the World Tree model, and it merged into the flames and the sky. Frosa opened his pale and bloody mouth, and the flames poured in crazily, pouring into his mythical body.
The entire city of bones merged with him. An unprecedented death creature, an extremely huge mythical life, appeared in hell.