Chapter 9: The Death Revolution (Part 1)
People in the world! Please listen to the voice of death... The glorious history of the past has now become dust. Only the wanderers of the country of death missed them, and only those who missed them, had precious tears.
In ancient times where human language and memory cannot describe, the unparalleled Jego, a terrifying and noble master, has lived through countless eras and has always existed.
Mortals, undeads, forests turn into yellow deserts, stones turn into broad roads, and when the old God leaves, we can only pray to the new God, but it is not my Lord.
The Temple of the Skeleton Fortress
There is no trace of power from Huo Gutanben, the current dominant ruler of the underworld. Here, it still belongs to this ancient king like the ancient one.
This temple has existed for at least tens of thousands of years. From the high hall, the hall is filled with various reliefs, but of course he knew that these reliefs are the most powerful beings, and most of them can be called kings of immortal life. Among them, the dark dragon and the bone dragon are just very ordinary existences. Once Ye Ge called the order, these powers collected from tens of thousands of years will immediately become entities, and they will still fight for the ancient death king until the end.
This is the power that even God is trembling and fearful. Indeed, God's power is the peak of all life, but many of these legendary monsters between God and mortal objects are even demigods. Once the overall scale reaches hundreds of thousands, even a great divine power must have the awareness of death when it is in the formation.
From the hall, thousands of black stone altars surrounded the hall layer by layer like hilly roads. The priests who transformed into immortality kept chanting hymns, and the sounds kept coming from the altar.
"People in the earthly world! Listen to the voice of death... We can only pray to the new God, but it is not my Lord."
"New God, your divinity is very sharp and pure, which is very good potential, but many gods just don't understand. Yes, this is the voice of the entire underworld, the call of the dark world. If you can hear it, it means that you have the potential to accept the power of death, even though you are now appearing as light." A voice said, which guided Anne to the core hall.
The throne of Jeremiah is located in the center of the hall. Jeremiah, the Lord of the End of All Things, holds the divine power of the Death, the Dead and the Immortal World. It is staring at Anion on the throne. At this moment, Anion suddenly even felt this way, that this God, looking down, foreshadowed himself, and seemed to be able to see his own ultimate.
Perhaps the new gods are just mortals who live longer in their eyes.
As soon as he saw its essence, his pure divinity warned Anne that it was pure power of death, which had been purified into an incredible characteristic, if water condensed into ice.
However, Jego did not have a withered mummy as the legend, nor did he cover most of his body with a dark cloak. He did not hold a thick roster and used an ink-filled quill to record death. It was just an old man with a gentle tone and no breath of death or fear on his body.
"Young new God, if you were born three thousand years earlier, you might no longer exist. In that era, the new God could not have room for growth, especially your characteristics, I was very interested." As soon as I met, Jego said directly.
"This is my luck. His noble Lord Jeco. Although the era I came is not the best, it is also quite beautiful. No matter whether it is a thousand years ahead or a thousand years behind, there will be no such opportunity for me." Annien said humbly and sincerely.
Indeed, the era of Jego was an era when divine power had reached its peak. Each god had very few numbers and had dense clerical responsibilities. Their divine power was even unimaginable to the gods now. Therefore, no mortal can be a god. The stable group of gods eliminated all the possibility of new gods.
Even if mortals reach their peak, the great arcanes change the world like gods, calling the wind and rain, but none of them becomes gods, and all existences who want to obtain immortality and divinity are wiped out without exception.
In the back room where the hall was opened, the strong men of that era were blocked in the altar of death. The power of these strong men was so huge that even the most outstanding priests of the various eras below were unwilling to go.
If Annien was born in that era, he might have been able to become a great arcane, but he could not have become a god. Only in this era when the gods collapsed and rebuilt and the order of the kingdom of God could there be a soil for the survival and development of the new gods.
But in a few thousand years, when the order of the Kingdom of God is steadily completed, it will be difficult for the new God to appear again.
In the Warring States Period, the troubled times of gods, this was the best time for the new gods.
Especially now, there is a turmoil in the Kingdom of Dark God again, and it seems that it is another era of heroic rise. Annien thought so. Although he did not say it, in this hall, even God's thoughts could not be concealed from Jergo. Jergo nodded with a faint praise. After tens of thousands of years of life, he had already seen all ambitions and admitted and even appreciated its existence.
"But you came too late. If you died more than ten years ago and came to the world of death, you can get the clergy of death, but now you can only gain some small benefits. Young Ann, are you willing to work for me to dismantle the divine nature of this stupid creature named Huo Gutanben?"
Jego's tone was so contempt and disdainful that he had obtained the three gods of darkness, and now he had obtained phantoms and conspiracy, and was almost the first powerful divine power. He said so slowly.
"It is my honor to serve you." Annien was not upset when he learned that he had not been able to obtain the priesthood of death. He just bowed deeply, calculated and considered it in lightning. He chose to surrender to Jego. He is now just an incarnation here. Even if he was buried here for Jego, he would not lose his fundamentals.
As for Huo Gutan, such a madman who is strong outside and does not seem to be able to win under the siege of the gods.
"Well, you will get a reward. I say so, come on, let me introduce you to the truth about the world of death, and you will understand that the seemingly huge power of Huo Gutanburn is so shallow and exaggerated. So, a fool is a fool. Even if he gets the strongest power in the world, he is still a fool who cannot be supported."
The two gods stared at the underworld outside. The underworld was still full of rocky plains. The huge deep pits and canyons cut the terrain and were still full of desperate power, but the balance and order between power and power were lost. Various forces of death burst out in chaos. Each time it erupted, it brought the pain moans of the entire underworld and the woe of the undead.
That is the sound of the destruction of the order of death.
Demons and devils plunder the souls of the underworld at will, wandering in this world, hiding in the fog, peeking into new souls and drooling.
"Death must be ordered. This is not only the needs of all believers, but also the needs of the gods, but also the needs of the entire dimensional universe. The order of death can be many kinds, but without exception, it must be a strict rule. However, the stupid man Huo Gutanben did not understand this. He ignored the needs of the entire dimensional universe, ignored the needs of the gods, ignored the needs of all believers, and unscrupulously exerted its chaotic nature, causing the entire underworld to slowly collapse. Now, most of the undead, the entire underworld itself, and even the death itself, are beginning to reject his power, but he still does not know."
Jego looked up at the dark sky that enveloped the underworld, where countless kinds of energy were spinning and exploding in accordance with the chaotic nature of the current master.
"Please allow me to witness your strength and the greatness of death." Annien said, "What can I do?"
"As long as I give the order, the entire underworld will officially reject and escape from Huo Gutanben's control, and even forcibly strip away its divine power of death. However, since this action is more of the collective wish of the underworld and all the undead. I am just a fuse, so the new god of death will surely be born from the undead, and even I cannot change this point, so you are destined to be unable to obtain the priesthood of death, but I can still make the decision and hand over a small part of the power of the underworld to you as rewards - of course, in this process of disintegration, Huo Gutanben will also send his incarnation to hinder it, and your mission is to deal with his incarnation."
"His Royal Highness Jeremiah, however, is powerful divine power, enough to create 20 incarnations, and the divine nature of his incarnation is only at least as strong as the divine power."
"Ho Gutanben's years of becoming a true god are too short. He has only created four incarnations, and there is only one of them with the death attribute. Once the underworld is separated, the underworld is actually no longer his kingdom of gods. Therefore, other incarnations of Huo Gutanben will be restricted by the underworld and will not play any role. The true body must not have the courage to come here at the risk of complete extinction." Jego sneered: "Although this death incarnation is also weak divine power, this place is my kingdom, under my control. Your incarnation combined with my holy talisman is equivalent to my incarnation, with home court advantage, and you can fight. As long as you resist for 12 hours, the underworld and death will change hands."
Another moan blew past the side of God.
"O mortals, the dead, the forest turns into yellow deserts, and the stones turn into broad roads. When the old God leaves, we can only pray to the new God, but it is not my Lord."
This is the voice of the underworld and all the undead, this is the power of even God fear. Suddenly, Annien made up his mind and responded: "Then let me leave it. As long as my incarnation is not completely destroyed, the death incarnation of Huo Gutanben will never come to your hall. However, please prepare for it for a while."
Yega nodded.
"The intelligent brain analyzes the power of death, understands the divine nature, and teleportation combination. The three form a combination. Even if this incarnation is abandoned, it doesn't matter. I need to temporarily form the strongest combat power. As long as it can last for 12 hours, it is enough." Annien said in the order.
"Abide by the order!" The intelligent brain immediately began to operate and evolve the energy.
Annien did not hesitate to extract the divine power of death from the holy talisman. This was the accumulation of Jeremiah before. Such pure and powerful power of death, his incarnation began to change truly, forming a god of death with a sickle and wearing a black robe - this is the messenger of death in Annien's mind.
With Annien's incarnation of divine nature, he could not hesitate to merge, but only condensed a death incarnation of divine nature 3. Since the divine power of death outside covers the glory inside, he can now be said to be no different from the true incarnation of Jeremiah.
Even gods cannot be recognized, but this incarnation is extremely unstable and depends entirely on the intelligent brain to regulate it. Of course, this unstable explosive power is also a weapon during combat.
Seeing this, Jego was a little surprised, knowing that Anne had completed the preparation, and then he issued a divine will.
"The great Jego teaches us that the moment a man is born is destined to have an eternal rest. Life is just a process of finding eternal rest. Existence must be decayed, death, power, success, joy and weakness, failure and pain are equally short, only death is so absolute, O Jego, the supreme monarch of the ancient times, please bring down the power of God again and give you the rest you promised!"
Among the thousands of altars below, priests selected for tens of thousands of years were singing in unison. When these priests were alive, each of them was the highest priest of their time. It can be said that they gathered all the heroes, and even Annien felt fear in their joint strength.
Their voices spread to the Skeleton Fortress, and suddenly, countless undead spirits in the entire Skeleton Fortress sing, one after another, wherever they go, all the undead, whether they make sound or not, sing to praise, praise, and seek.
The revolution has arrived, and the entire underworld is responding. These praises have spread rapidly to the entire land covered by death with incomparable power, and in the hall, the red light gradually illuminates.
Chapter completed!