For those coolies who refused to jump into the pit and be buried alive, they were directly chopped to death with a knife, and then kicked into the pit with their bodies still gushing blood.
Amidst the shrill screams, the final massacre has begun.
The woman holding the crown is so out of place in this scene, it must be an illusion.
Soon, Sibron was sure of this: this was definitely an illusion.
Because he found that everything in front of him had stopped. The long knife that had slashed the coolie's body was still stained with blood, but the long knife had stopped moving. Even the blood beads dripping from the long knife stopped in mid-air.
The ferocious expression of the wolf soldier was condensed on his face, the flying head of the coolie was also suspended in the air, and everything was still.
This is like an oil painting with the theme of massacre, although it is lifelike, it does not move.
Everything is still, even the sound is gone, and everything in the world is in a state of absolute stillness.
Because time has stopped.
Because time has been stopped, everything including light and sound has come to an absolute standstill.
Shibron had never experienced such a change, and he was not surprised at all when he saw all this, because he firmly believed that this was a vision he saw when he was on the verge of death.
In the absolute stillness, only the woman was still walking over with unchanging steps.
This woman is not beautiful, but she is definitely not ugly. She is wearing a floor-length skirt made of linen. It seems that she cannot see the carnage around her at all. The woman is not afraid of those ferocious-looking wolf soldiers at all.
And the long knives with blood in their hands.
Yegana walked straight over, walking on the bumpy ground as if walking on smooth water.
Under Shibron's gaze, the woman walked up to him. Although she did not speak, Shibron heard her words in his heart: "Are you willing to give everything to death?"
Shibron also did not speak, because he had already intuitively answered this question from the heart with his heart: "Am I dead?"
"Is there any difference between life and death?"
"Oh, yes, life is death, and death is life. Life and death are not opposites, but two sides of the same coin."
"Everything will eventually return to death. No matter time or space, it is just the carrier of death. And life is just the specific manifestation of death. I think you already understand this truth."
"Yes, I understand. Are you the angel who leads me to death?"
"I am death's most loyal servant. It seems you are ready to embrace death."
"Preparation is nothingness, and death is nothingness."
This answer made the woman very satisfied. She slowly knelt down and placed the crown of thorns on Shibron's head. With a pious expression on her face, she raised her head to the sky and sang loudly: "Great King of the Dead
, your body is already flawless and can bear your great will and authority. Your humble servant asks you to come to this world and complete the coronation ceremony——"
There was no light, no sound, nothing happened.
Only a hum came from the depths of Shibron's soul, and immediately an indescribable force filled his heart.
As this power entered, Shibron's consciousness and memory faded.
The smug noble leader in the Forest of Far Journey, yearning for the immortal son of the god, gradually disappeared from his mind like a distant memory. In the process of escaping from the Forest of Far Journey, the suffering and humiliation he suffered, and
The understanding of life and death, all the resentments, unwillingness and struggles have gone away.
Shibron's soul, Shibron's heart, as well as his will and spirit were all driven out by this boundless breath.
Before Shibron even had time to feel this power, he had completely lost himself.
Yegana knelt down beside Shibron and sang the most ancient song since the beginning of the world:
"O great beyond the dead, my master, your will will rule this world."
"My King, your power is unmatched. All the seals have been broken. Let your empty power fill this dirty world..."
Amid Yegana's devout praise, Shibron, who was lying on his back, slowly stood up.
Shibron's body was still covered with wounds, and he looked so weak. His face was extremely pale, and his eyes were extremely empty. His eyes seemed to be opened not to see anything at all, but just to open them.
Around Shibron's body, a black aura was rising, gradually covering his body layer by layer, making his body look a little blurry.
The surrounding space seemed to be distorted, and the static time began to run again!
The blood droplets suspended in the air fell to the ground normally, and the long knife that stayed on cut through the coolie's body without any suspense. The sound of the breeze and the screams sounded again.
The world has returned to its original dynamics. Everything seems to have never happened and nothing has changed.
The only difference from before was that Shibron, who was lying in the pit waiting for death, had stood up expressionlessly, and a faint black aura was rising around his body.
Behind him, an ordinary, more ordinary woman was kneeling down and worshiping devoutly.
No one knows where this woman came from, and no one knows her identity. In fact, these are not important at all, because this is a cemetery and the place of final slaughter.
As long as they are not wolf soldiers or guards, any living life must die. This is the order of His Highness Cram. No matter who it is, shoot to death!
A wolf soldier ran over and slashed at Shibron, who had empty eyes with his sword.
Shibron just stood there quietly, motionless, not even blinking.
The kneeling woman did not move, and continued to praise loudly: "My king is supreme, and all life will surely end in final death..."
In Yegana's mind, the King of the Undead is the master of the entire universe, the strongest of all forces, and the final explanation of all rules. These murderous wolf soldiers are not even comparable to a speck of dust, and they are simply not worth mentioning.
It's worth the King of the Undead making a move.
Of course, the combined power of all these wolf soldiers, and then expanded ten thousand times, is not worthy of the King of the Dead blinking an eye. As a loyal servant of the King, Yegana has to sweep away these insignificant dust.
Following this hymn-like singing, a muffled sound of "pop" suddenly sounded.
The sound was not loud, just like the sound of the kettle on the stove boiling and the lid of the kettle being pushed open. The wolf soldier who slashed at him with a knife suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.