The underworld is always gloomy. In the sky, dark clouds cover the land. An unknown light source penetrates the thick dark clouds and projects a pale green light to every corner of the world. Wang Wei slowly returns to his temple
He came out of it. One of the so-called great gods of death in the underworld, he has now truly taken over this temple. After all, he is the ninth-level man who truly understands what the power of death is.
Wang Wei did not choose to appear as the God of Death, but just put a robe on his body. The ghost passed around his body, and then expressed his respect to Wang Wei in horror. Wang Wei did not care about this.
The underworld is a real world, and the rules here are very simple. The strong survive, and the weak die. Only by showing enough respect to those who are stronger than you can you avoid being eaten by the next one.
Not far from the temple, a wide black water river blocked Wang Wei's way. This is the biggest traffic obstacle in the underworld, the Styx River. It is said that the river here is formed by the tears flowing from the souls of the underworld accumulated over countless years.
Yes, its coldness can freeze the soul in an instant.
And here is the only way to go to the Temple of the Great Death God Ege.
In the underworld, patience is the most necessary. The Styx Ferryman will answer everyone's call, but he will never appear in front of you immediately. He needs to row his boat to come to you. If you are lucky, he will be nearby.
You don’t need to wait long. If he leaves, you will never see him before he comes back. And if he comes and you leave, you let him go, then you will not see him next time.
Get help from any Stygian Ferryman.
Wang Wei knows the rules very well because he has been in this business before.
He casually picked up a broken bone from the shore and threw it into the River Styx. The water of the River Styx didn't even stir up a splash, and the whole broken bone just disappeared into the river.
The water waves rippled to the shore, turning the complete face in the water into pieces.
"I didn't expect you would come back here."
A deep voice came from his ears. Wang Wei looked up and saw a huge canoe in front of him, and on the boat was a huge withered skeleton over a hundred meters tall. The withered skeleton was covered in a black robe, and one hand was carrying a bag as big as a house.
The soul lamp.
"If possible, I wouldn't want to, but I have a mission."
Wang Wei said.
"The Great God of Death, Egg, said that he will wait for you at the central temple, and I will send you there for free."
The ferryman hung the oil lamp on the bow of the boat, and Wang Wei jumped on board. The dim light could not even illuminate the sleep, but it could reflect the countless faces in the water.
"These poor souls drowned themselves in the River Styx, but left their images etched on the water forever."
For some reason, Wang Wei felt like he was filled with emotion.
"Don't worry, they don't bite."
Said the ferryman.
"This is my famous saying."
Wang Wei protested.
"Now all the ferrymen on the River Styx will say this."
The ferryman ignored someone's protest.
"So, can we charge a fee?"
This time the ferryman didn't answer, and Wang Wei didn't expect the other party to answer at all. He just lay quietly on the boat. It was very early to get to the central temple from here, and he didn't want to waste time on the ferryman.
Because these big guys are boring.
The color of the sky in the underworld is always the same, thick and depressing. When he was here before, Wang Wei was very depressed by the weather here, but now it seems that the air here is much better than other places. After all, the underworld is
It is an extremely independent plane. No disaster can spread to this plane. Unless the residents here leave the underworld, otherwise, this is the safest place.
As a great god of death, and a great god of death who once served as a ferryman on the River Styx, Wang Wei knows very well where this river originates, but he does not know where the river will eventually flow. Every moment, there are
Countless souls follow the river to places they don't even know. Just like the future in their own imagination, it seems certain, but it is so illusory.
The underworld is a place where time is blurred, especially on the River Styx. Every drop of water in the River Styx moves according to its own rules. Only the boat of the Styx ferryman can sail on it, and not even the Great Death can do anything about it.
Even touching some of this cold river water.
When he became a ferryman on the River Styx, Wang Wei thought about a problem. As a ferryman on the River Styx, he could not touch the water, but this boat could. From the beginning of the underworld, this boat appeared on the River Styx.
The Styx ferryman has been changed again and again. If there is really interference from gods, then these gods are too boring.
However, Egger didn't think so.
He told Wang Wei that a boat is a boat, the Styx is the Styx, and gods are gods. There is no relationship between these. It can only happen that the boat is in the Styx, and the Styx ferryman happens to be on the boat.
At first glance, this sounds like very philosophical language, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is just nonsense.
Time passed, the boat stopped, and the huge Styx ferryman stretched out his hand to Wang Wei.
"Isn't it free?"
Wang Wei curled his lips and looked at the huge skeleton without any intention of giving money.
"I don't want money, I want your sickle."
Skeleton said.
Wang Wei looked at the Styx ferryman and then at the temple in the distance.
"so smart."
Wang Wei took a step forward, and then threw the sickle pendant around his neck into the hands of the skeleton. The sickle pendant, which originally looked like dust to the skeleton, exploded into a cloud of death smoke and ferried across the Styx.
A terrifying sickle measuring hundreds of meters long grew out of the person's hand.
"In this way, I can become the next Great Death."
The Styx ferryman smiled, rowed the boat, carried his sickle, and disappeared into the mist of the Styx.
This is a temple in the underworld, but no gods are worshiped here, because in the underworld, death is the only belief. The history of the temple is earlier than these great gods of death. This is the first huge god established by the great god of death.
Temple, all the scythes of the Great Death were taken from here. However, there is a weapon here that no one can take away.
Mark of Hades.
Legend has it that this was the scythe used by the master of the underworld. The first great god of death challenged the lord of the underworld, and then obtained this sickle, and then established the current underworld. Later, the great god of death left this universe and went to other places.
After traveling through the universe, this sickle remained. For countless years, the original plains have turned into a sea of bones, and the original mountains have been turned into basins by bones. The underworld has been turned upside down. The only thing that remains unchanged is that this sickle still cannot
was taken away.
All the Great Death Gods have unwritten rules. As long as someone obtains the Mark of Hades, then he is the leader of all the Great Death Gods.
The reason why Egger helped Wang Wei in the first place was because of the promise from Starfire. The Dragon Queen of the Abyss promised that she would do her best to help Egger obtain this sickle, because Egger had already found a way to obtain the sickle, and there was a residual consciousness of Pluto in the Mark of Pluto.
, he will actively attack the person who picks him up. Egg needs a strong enough existence to help him suppress the self-awareness of the scythe until Egg controls the scythe.
However, it is obvious that Egger will no longer be able to use it.
"You should remember the agreement between us."
Iger saw Wang Wei face to face. He no longer looked like his usual amiable old man, but spoke to Wang Wei quite seriously.
"Don't worry, if I come back alive, it means I will never dump this thing again. If I die, there will be no one to snatch it from you."
Wang Wei didn't stop at all. Now that he and Iger are on the same level, he doesn't need to be modest with him.
"That's good."
Iger was reassured by Wang Wei's guarantee. He could see Wang Wei's mood. He didn't like it here. He didn't care about the honor that the sickle brought him. He just needed a strong enough weapon.
"If it hadn't been for Gao Sen's death and his devil horn sword being completely damaged, I wouldn't have had the idea of using this scythe. You know, I may not be able to use this thing."
Wang Wei said.
"Don't worry, this sickle will adapt to you by itself. You don't need to adapt to it. He will tell you how to use this power. This power of Pluto is not the power of death you think.
But the real rules of death.”
The structure of the temple is very simple. It is a huge space supported by nine stone pillars. In the center, there is a light group, and in the center of the light group is the sickle of Pluto.
"I will suppress the power in the sickle, you will get the sickle, and then use your power of death to drive the sickle until you gain his approval."
It's very simple to say, and it's very simple to do. As long as there are two big gods of death cooperating with each other, one of them will definitely get the sickle.
However, every great death god hopes that he can get this sickle instead of others, so this sickle has been kept here for so long that all the great death gods have begun to regard this sickle as a kind of weapon.
Just a normal logo, not a super weapon.
The light around the sickle was the will of the sickle. Egg stretched out his hand, and his skeletal palm reached into the light group. The light group immediately shrank by a few points. Wang Wei took the opportunity to hold the sickle in his hand, seemingly
The wails of the undead immediately came from the extremely simple sickle. Then, Wang Wei entered a wonderful illusion.