Chapter 608 Come on, lets drink this poisonous bar of eternal life together!
Deep in the dream world.
The dark kingdom of hell and the towering throne of God.
A skinny dwarf sitting on the throne looked back, his expression full of fear and horror; the huge mythical shadow looked down with unwilling persistence.
But if you look closely, you will see that the shadow is attached to the skinny dwarf's body, and everything seems illusory, even the unwillingness and hatred.
The skinny dwarf is real and full of emotions, but his power comes from that illusory shadow, and all his stature and power are like castles in the air.
Napleo looked at the other person, and his hands that were pressed on the armrest suddenly started to tremble.
His eye sockets opened further and his mouth kept widening.
"God in a bottle."
"Why are you still here? Haven't you already turned into me?"
"How come you still show up?"
The shadow of the ancient evil god seemed to be unheard, and he just lowered his head further and stared at him.
Then, he repeated his previous words again.
"You promised me, have you completed it?"
"Naproses!"
"Have you killed the traitor Xiao?"
resemble.
When Napleo heard the name, he was suddenly in a trance.
He seemed to remember something.
He vaguely saw a world with endless black rain, and saw a tall and capable man sitting in front of a long white table.
He sat alone on the long table with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, but if you look closely, you will find that his fingers are tapping on the table, and he seems to be observing everything around him all the time.
Napleo felt that the other person was very familiar, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember who he was.
Napleau stood up, stepped forward little by little, raised his head high and looked at the other person.
"Who is Xiao?"
"who are you?"
"Who am I?"
"Why am I here?"
"Where is the world I saw? Is it outside Luo Ya'an?"
He questioned the other party, wanting to know the truth about everything.
"What did I promise you?"
"I don't remember, I don't remember anything."
The shadow of the ancient evil god understood something.
The answer seems to be, no.
The shadow straightened up little by little, and once again transformed into the outline of a dark god standing against the sky and the earth.
Immediately afterwards, His figure began to disappear from the height little by little.
"It's all because of Xiao."
"I am the god of knowledge, and I am the master of the door of truth."
"I am the original myth."
"I should be the one who follows the Creator across the ages."
"Xiao, I gave you strength, I gave you everything..."
The shadow kept talking. He seemed to want to shout these words in the most malicious tone, but in the end they turned into cold whispers.
Until the end, it ends with two bytes.
"Traitor~"
Napleo watched the shadow disappear, and suddenly felt a sharp pain pouring into his body.
He lowered his head and saw that the power of myth from his body was constantly dissipating, and the curse seal in his body was also stripped away, turning into billowing smoke and disappearing away.
"What?"
"How is this going?"
He stretched out his hands frantically, trying to keep them, but he could only watch the power turn into thick smoke, passing by his fingertips and dissipating.
Finally, merge into this hellish kingdom.
Napleo felt that the strength and authority in his body were being continuously stripped away.
Napulo's divine name, its authority, its innate talent.
Everything was taken away in an instant.
In other words, it's taken back.
"my power."
"My authority, my divine power."
He felt as if a sharp blade was cutting through his body. He knelt on the ground in pain and let out a sharp cry.
Only then did Napleo realize that those things were not something he was born with, but something he had acquired in advance as a price.
If he wants to truly become a god, he has to do certain things.
Otherwise, everything he gained will be lost at this moment.
Napleo was in pain and knelt on the throne. He looked into the distance while holding the throne, and stretched out a hand.
"God in a bottle, tell me."
"What did I promise you?"
"Kill Xiao?"
"Who is Xiao?"
He roared loudly in pain and hissed at the other party.
"Tell me, tell me everything!"
"If you don't tell me, how can I know what's going on?"
But no matter how much he shouted, he could not restore the authority and power that had been taken back, as well as the shadow of the myth that had gone away.
He could only watch everything about him dissipate, slowly and completely turning into a transparent soul body, a death lord dressed in black.
He seems to be still strong, but he has lost everything.
He established the Kingdom of Hell, but he is not the real master of the Kingdom at this moment, and he has become a prisoner in this cage.
And the prisoner like him is different from the man in the bottle.
At least, the little man in the bottle can't get out, but he can at least take a look outside.
And it was impossible for him to even look outside.
He could only regain everything by killing Xiao, but it was impossible in this world because the being named Xiao was not in this world at all.
This seems to have become an endless cycle that can never be broken.
In the midst of severe pain, Napulo suddenly remembered something.
"wrong!"
"I have to get out quickly and get out of here."
He looked up at the gate of hell that was spinning like a whirlpool.
He rushed to a higher place, but he bumped into the gate of hell and was unable to rush out at all.
Napleo screamed and hit again and again.
"No!"
"Let me out, let me out!"
It's obvious that he is being held here.
His power and everything have already been combined with this kingdom and become part of the Kingdom of Hell.
If you cannot become the master of hell in the end, you will be the gatekeeper guarding hell, or you can also say you are the slave of the Kingdom of God.
Napulo stopped. He stood high in the sky, his eyes dull.
Then, he roared in despair as countless ghosts looked up at him.
"Why?"
"Why it came out like this?"
"ah!"
"ah!"
He felt that there were countless mysteries in front of him, but he couldn't see them clearly.
He felt like a person locked in a bottle. No matter how hard he tried to get out, he just slipped from one bottle to another.
There is always something binding and tying oneself up.
He wanted to scream outside at the top of his lungs, but the words turned into a mute sound when he reached his mouth!
And this time.
A large number of ghosts also moved and attacked Napulo.
The overwhelming land covered Napleo like a river.
Napulo turned around, swung the sickle in his hand and slashed at these ghost bodies, tearing them into pieces.
Next.
He was like crazy, waving the sickle in his hand constantly.
"ah!"
"ah!"
"I am your master, I am the master of ghosts."
"I am God!"
"I am your god."
"How dare you, how dare you attack me."
Napulo personally killed the living ones and took away everything they had. Many of the ghosts among them hated Napulo.
When Napulo still had the authority of God, he was naturally the god of all ghosts.
He killed them and plundered them, and they could only crawl at his feet.
But now, he has nothing.
Although he is more powerful, he has essentially become like these ghosts, a being imprisoned in this cage called hell.
"Get out of here and die."
Napulo killed them and destroyed their forms.
But after they dissipated in this Kingdom of God, they were immediately reborn in this Kingdom of God.
They are illusory spirits that combine memory, obsession and power. They are part of the Kingdom of Hell and are part of what makes this place possible.
Only with the authority of the Kingdom of God can they be given death and liberation.
Napleau swung his scythe, one blow after another.
Finally, he gave up this unnecessary action until he was too tired to lift it up.
——
The dark and silent Kingdom of God.
Napleau was walking in hell in a daze, and he didn't understand why it was like this.
As he walked, he talked to himself.
"What's happening here?"
"I myself, imprisoned myself?"
"I built a big cage and locked myself in it!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Hahahahaha!"
He felt that this was really funny.
It's so funny that it seems like this is not a tragedy, but a comedy.
Smiling, the poem said by the Black Sword Warrior suddenly rang in his ears, and the ridiculous guy seemed to be reading aloud with the book of poems in his hands.
He was obviously a rough guy with a bald head and a big beard, and his hands were stained with blood, but he pretended to be a great scholar.
"Everyone is a little man in a bottle, always bound by something."
"It doesn't come from others, it comes from yourself."
He thought of the guy he had ridiculed time and time again, the guy who thought he could gain everything by dedicating his loyalty to the legion commander, but was eventually killed by the legion commander he dedicated his loyalty to.
But at this moment, he seemed to be the same.
He couldn't accept it, he was really fed up, and he roared around him, as if he wanted to drive away the sounds.
"shut up!"
"shut up!"
He waved the sickle and turned his body left and right.
"Clang."
Finally, he suddenly touched something.
He lowered his head and saw a black helmet that looked very old.
He looked at it for a long time and seemed to think it looked familiar.
Finally, he recognized what it was.
He recognized the narrow frame of vision, and again recalled the feeling of having his vision blocked.
"Is it my helmet?"
He bent down and wanted to pick up the helmet.
He remembered that he had thrown away this helmet a long time ago, and left it outside the Anchor Town, along with the humiliation of being imprisoned and controlled.
He can still think of that joyful night when he killed the domineering and seemingly invincible and powerful legion commander and embarked on his own path to rise.
He was a little confused as to why this thing appeared here.
At this time, the other hand also stretched out.
He touched the hand.
"who?"
He raised his head and saw the shadow of a girl.
As his hands touched, the power of the Death Lord poured into the opponent's spirit body.
During this process, he also saw a picture passing before his eyes.
He saw a girl chasing her past life.
Information flows around us like an ocean, forming a three-dimensional projection world.
He stands in the center of the projection.
This time, he finally knew who the other party was.
He saw the girl walking on the earth again and again, looking for traces of a mute everywhere.
Day after day, year after year.
He saw the girl coming to the ruins of Anchor Town again and again, waiting there every year until the world turned from dusk to silver.
He saw the girl looking for him again and again, running through the heavy rain, running between villages and cities.
He saw the girl fighting with those evil gangsters, and asked about the whereabouts of the legion commander. She still refused to believe that she was dead, and firmly believed that she still existed somewhere in the world.
He saw the girl wearing the helmet he threw away, saw the girl keeping the collection of poems that fell in the underground passage, and saw her under the light describing what she would look like when she grew up.
The scenes come together to form a figure trapped in the past.
Napleau looked at it, his mouth wide open.
He can't understand.
He felt so stupid.
Naproses pointed at the other party and laughed loudly, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand upright.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Fool."
"Hahahaha, you are really stupid."
"who do you think You Are?"
"What do you have that deserves the attention of the great Napleau?"
"I don't want to save you, I don't want to save you, it's all your own."
"It's been happening for so long, and you still take it seriously."
"Are all mortals as stupid as you to pursue such a thing for a lifetime?"
Napleau smiled, but slowly became silent.
It seems like I can't laugh anymore.
Even though he was stupid, he didn't know why, but he felt a little warm.
Especially at this moment when he became a prisoner again.
That seemed to be the only good thing he had done in his life, although that good thing did not come from his heart.
But there is one person in this world who thanks him and cares about him, and he is the only one.
This has never happened before.
Whether it is the past life or this life.
But at this moment, the only good thing and the only person have all disappeared.
Destroyed by his own hands.
At this time, the screen projection just turned to one of the scenes.
Everything seems to be back to that night again.
When the two of us were young.
He was just a little monster who was silent in a tin can, while the other party was just a girl who had not truly embarked on the road to becoming a powerful person.
In the dark night of Anchor Town, the girl reached out to Napleo.
"Come with me."
"I'll take you to the temple."
He looked at the other person and suddenly his expression changed.
"enough!"
He clapped the opponent's hand hard, and traced his fingers across the non-existent shadow, like a beast that was furious because of being humiliated.
He almost fell to the ground.
He was a little embarrassed, and his eyes also saw the helmet on the ground.
He didn't want to pick it up this time, as if he didn't want to pick it up and let the humiliation pass like a prisoner.
Then he rushed out of the memory illusion and ran outside.
He stumbled, hurriedly and impatiently wanting to leave here.
"I won't choose you."
"I will never choose. It is all your own fantasy. I have never been a good person. I am a born villain."
"There is no change at all. No one can change me."
Running.
Napleau laughed strangely, his voice full of persistence.
"You also want to restrain me. You want to make me more vulnerable and make me like those mortals."
"The strong don't need feelings, the strong don't follow the rules, the strong take everything, the strong do whatever they want."
"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
"I want to be a god!"
"I want to live forever."
"I won't just give up, no matter who it is, no matter what we do."
"I won't give in just like this."
Napleo remembered that name and the mission that the evil god in the bottle said must be completed. He seemed to wake up suddenly and shouted loudly.
"resemble!"
"Who is Xiao?"
"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him."
"who I am?"
"What am I going to do? How am I going to do it?"
Napleau was completely crazy. He stumbled forward and never looked back.
And on the same spot, where the black helmet was left.
The ghost of the girl leaned down, picked up the helmet on the ground, and held it in her arms.
The last of everything.
The picture is frozen in the picture of that day.
Anchor Town.
After dawn, the girl led the God's Punishment Team to the town.
She found the collection of poems left in the tunnel, then followed the passage and found the helmet Napleo had thrown away outside.
The wilderness at dawn.
The girl looked at Napleau's helmet, knelt on the ground and hugged it tightly.
She, who had been silent all this time, suddenly burst into tears and screamed loudly.
"ah!"
"ah!"
The girl seemed to have become mute, holding his helmet and crying as if she had lost the whole world.
She put on the helmet and looked outside through the narrow vision frame.
From that day on, she seemed to have become another person locked in a bottle.
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Royaan world.
Outside the Iron Kingdom's capital, Polik looked at the large crater left behind in the ruins.
He looked through the pit and seemed to see the hell deep in the dream world.
The moment when Napulo was running like crazy in the royal city, shouting Xiao's name crazily, and insistently shouting that he must become a god.
He spoke at the same time as if he had witnessed it all with his own eyes.
"bring it on!"
"Drink this poisonous bar of eternal life together!"
The invisible wind lifted up Boric's trefoil priest's robe, revealing the mark of truth on his palm.
The mark of the Gate of Truth represents Anhoforth's Gate of Truth.
This story of grudges and grievances that has not ended for 250 million years seems to have started with this name and this door.
Anhofors opened the way to myth and immortality, completed the Samo family's pursuit and obsession for immortality, and also started this never-ending cycle of resentment and obsession.
Asai, the Little Man in the Bottle, Xiao, An Li, Vivien and so on, all of them are still faintly entangled by this chain.
Polik stepped over the edge of the pit and headed into the distance.
"The little porcelain man has inherited the authority of the villain in the bottle. If you want to inherit his power, you will definitely inherit his cause and effect."
"If you want to become a god, you are destined to be tested."
The wind raised dust and sand, gradually covering the deserted royal city.
In the wind and sand, Porick's voice came.
"Naproses!"
"Do you have the courage to become a god? Are you ready to pay the price of becoming a god?"
"Are you ready again to face the enemy of the little man in the bottle?"
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In the kingdom of God Nasha.
Several dwarves came to the edge of the Scarlet Sea, accompanied by the shadows of some mermaids and tree men who had not yet entered the human world.
The first king of the dwarves, the mother of mermaids and the first ancestor of the tree people have all entered the human world one after another, so the people who are left here now are all people who cannot really take charge of the overall situation.
Therefore, they came to the shore of the scarlet sea.
Came to look for Breman, who had not been seen or spoken to for a long time.
"What's going on? What's going on with Napleo?" One of the dwarves first asked the question.
"Where did such a powerful guy come from? Where did this guy come from? It's completely wrong." They saw the scenes coming from the human world through the barrier of the Kingdom of God, and they were all dumbfounded. The names of gods, myths
The altar and the opening of the dream world are already the unique authority of the gods.
"Isn't it the fault of your two clans?" a dwarf accused.
"If we find a god, why would we fight with you?" said the other two tribes.
"He is not only sacrificing ordinary people, but also taking away the divine craftsman. What kind of power is this? Forcibly taking away the divine blood and then transforming the form." Napulo was unable to snatch the power of the divine craftsman before. At this moment
With the help of the Kingdom of Hell, he actually snatched power from Nasha's Kingdom.
"There is also that kind of transparent spirit race, which should be the ghosts in the legend. I heard that the shape of the shaman spirit clan is based on the ghosts, but I have never seen the original ghosts." Someone has already seen it.
Found some information.
"Where did this guy come from? We must destroy it, otherwise Luo Ya'an will be doomed." At this time, everyone became the same enemy.
"Mobilize the giant stone demon to deal with him?" Someone made a suggestion.
"He has already gone to the dream world. It's too late now." Someone immediately shook his head.
"Hell, what does this mean? Have you heard of the name Napleau?" Others paid attention to the name Hell and Napleau.
Everyone was confused and very panicked.
Suddenly another guy who was suspected of being a god appeared, and all three tribes felt great pressure and felt a strong threat.
But they have no idea where this guy comes from and how to deal with him.
Everyone looked into the depths of the scarlet sea, hoping to get the answer there.
At this time, under the altar deep in the scarlet sea.
A certain three-leaf symbiont who was fully embedded into the altar and lying on the corpse raised his head.
"ghost?"
"Is the man in the bottle named after the four syllables of the Word of Wisdom, the god of knowledge from ancient times, Anhofors?"
"Isn't this guy completely dead yet?"
But after thinking about it for a while, Briman felt something was wrong.
"No, Napleau?"
"It's Naproses, the little porcelain figure."
"Xiao, you sent this guy in too!"
Briman already knew who the person was who came in, and also knew which party he was from. He looked at the sky and finally understood where the abnormality he felt before came from.
"It turns out that the world in the vat has opened for the second time."
"God of Nothingness, or the Supreme Mother of Life, do you want to accelerate the evolution of species?"