Naproses, who was sitting on the throne, was dressed in black robes, with a terrifying long-handled scythe leaning on the side.
Under his feet was a city of the dead filled with darkness and ruin. The overwhelming ghosts turned into an army of the undead and turned into slaves of all levels.
In the corner of the ruins, there are a large number of wandering figures with no level left.
The King of Hell was taking a nap on the throne like this. Perhaps it couldn't be called sleep. For a strong man who had reached the boundary between gods and humans, sleeping was not necessary. It was more like a mental recuperation.
but.
Naproses' spiritual healing did not seem to be successful. As soon as he closed his eyes, he would dream of the long years spent in dark imprisonment.
He dreamed that he was wandering in the cage again and again. He saw himself screaming in misery and despair, cursing at the sky. "Why?"
"Why?"
"I'm not convinced!"
There is no time in that darkness, one hundred years, one thousand years, one hundred thousand years.
Even longer.
He was clearly just one step away from becoming a god, but he could no longer grasp it. He could only face despair day after day, year after year. Then, he dreamed of other scenes.
Under the sunset.
A samurai carrying a black sword held a book of poems in his hand and recited sentences from the book.
"Everyone is a little man in a bottle, always bound by something."
"Either it comes from others, or it comes from yourself." A guy who was obviously a child followed behind the other party in armor, wearing a funny helmet, heavy armor, and the skirt was dragging on the ground.
It looks like an iron can, making a clanging sound when walking.
At the end, there was a girl following step by step, and the three of them were walking leisurely.
The scene turned again, and he saw the black sword warrior again, but he had already died and turned into a ghost.
But he still sang the poems over and over again, as if he was mocking himself.
And finally.
He passed by the woman in armor again and again, looked at her again and again, and then turned away.
Occasionally, he would look at the mottled black helmet from a distance, lost in thought and not knowing what he was thinking.
"Fake!"
"It's all fake."
Naproses opened his eyes and muttered this. He was obviously very angry and should roar loudly.
However, when it comes to the mouth, all that is left is whispering calmly. Some words become emotionless after being spoken too much, because the emotions are already engraved in the body.
He denied all that.
but.
The image that kept appearing in his dreams, making it impossible for him to escape, had already proven something.
Some things may seem false to others, but to those who have experienced them personally, they are an indelible part of life.
Naproses picked up his sickle, stood up and left his kingdom of God.
He walked towards the other end of the dream world. He couldn't find his place in the disordered dream world. He first crossed back to reality and reappeared. At this time.
The abyss has already appeared before our eyes.
He came behind the Gate of Original Sin and saw the evil god. Far away, Naproses was quietly looking at the other person's face.
Unlike him, the other party never seemed to dream and was always awake.
This god never seems to have any fear and will never cry out in despair like him.
In fact, the pain of Naproses and the little time he has experienced are compared with everything the other person has experienced.
It seems such an understatement.
This made Napleo stop, lower his head and say something.
"A true strong man should look like this."
Naproses has extremely complicated feelings about the evil god of original sin.
Such emotions that even he himself didn't know how to describe.
He admires the other person and fears the other person.
He once admired the other party's powerful gesture from the heart, but now he somewhat hates the other party's existence.
at this time.
The evil god didn't raise his head, but just raised his fingers slightly.
It means, let him come over.
"Owner!"
Naproses immediately ran over with a bright smile.
At this moment, he seemed to have become the little ceramic man again.
As Naproses came closer, he noticed something more on the table: "What is this?"
Xiao: "The evil eye of jealousy."
Napleau couldn't help but take another look, Xiao seemed to have said something casually.
"Like it?"
Naproses raised his head: "Ah?"
Then, he heard the evil god in front of him say: "I gave it to you."
Of course, Naproses would not refuse to get such a pair of powerful eyes, which is equivalent to a pair of props that surpass the level of ordinary apostles.
As long as it is used well, it can create an extra level of super-powerful combat power and subordinates, even if it cannot bear the power of original sin in the end.
Naproses accepted it happily, and then asked cautiously: "Master, the door to the star realm has been opened by the God of Demon Spirits." Xiao nodded, seemingly not showing any emotion: "That's really congratulations.
It’s Ms. Lena.”
But after a while, he asked again.
"So, what about you?"
Naproses lay on the ground and said seriously: "I have decided to use that method."
Xiao nodded: "Then do it, I will help you prepare it."
Naproses said excitedly: "If everything goes well, I will soon become a legend."
"Master, don't worry."
"I will open the door to the sky for you, making the abyss and original sin everyone's deepest nightmare."
Xiao's expression moved slightly, but he said something completely unrelated to what Naproses said.
"yes!"
"The days of being trapped in a narrow cave and fighting each other are finally over."
"Look up, it's the age of the stars."
Naproses couldn't help but feel excited when he saw the star door open.
After meeting Xiao and returning, he finally made up his mind. While walking in the darkness, the King of Hell kept chattering.
"It's about to begin!"
"It's about to begin!"
"It begins again, Naproses, are you ready?"
"This time, there will be no mistakes, there will be no mistakes." "..."
Naproses is no longer the porcelain villain he was before, the monster who laughed, cursed and ignored everything.
He has experienced ups and downs, and he also understands what terror and despair are.
It is precisely because of this that the strong desire arises from within.
People who have everything, people who have never experienced pain, don’t know what it’s like to be desperate for something.
It's like a vine has grown in your heart, with roots crawling all over it. You feel itchy all over your body, and you feel like you want to scratch your chest and dig your heart out.
Until the root penetrated his chest, penetrated his blood and took root in his fingertips, and finally pierced out from his fingertips and skin, turning into buds greedily sucking the sunlight.
Back to hell.
He took out two things that he had already prepared. The same thing was a ceramic doll the size of a finger, with a strange appearance.
All the same, they were broken glass shards, shining with a fallen light. Naproses first looked at the ceramic figurine, and finally put it down and turned his gaze to the glass shards.
Naproses stretched out his hand, and the huge power in his body gathered towards the glass fragments.
.
The ritual array spread throughout the kingdom of God and spread to distant places.
"In the name of the God of Knowledge from the ancient times!"
"The original bottle of all original sin, please return to my hands across time."
"I need your strength."
Spells, words, and hearts are powerful in this world, especially in this era.
They can really communicate with the power of ancient existence in the dark.
The power of Naproses continued to impregnate the glass fragments, and the corrupted and filthy light on them continued to rotate, and then the crystals were seen to continue to spread.
The small glass fragments continued to grow and recover bit by bit. They drew an arc and turned into a sphere.
Above the spherical shape, a bottleneck gradually grows.
Finally, the Lord of Death in black robes took out a mysterious cork filled with incantations and pressed it on it.
after the end.
Naproses was very excited.
He looked at the flask close to it, turning it over and over in his hands.
"The prototype is out."
"The bottle of original sin, an artifact from the ancient times."
Even though it is far from a mythical prop, it does not have the terrifying power of the bottle of original sin from ancient times.
But as long as you hold something like this in your hand, it seems to give people an inexplicable sense of confidence.
A kind of confidence that can call the wind and rain, and be omnipotent.
The bottle of original sin has a long history. If it can be traced back to the earliest times, it can be traced back to Haru, the ancestor of monsters.
After going through Haru, Anhofors, and the Evil God in the Bottle, it was now re-refined and appeared in the hands of Naproses.
Naproses wanted to completely inherit the power of the evil god in the bottle, so the bottle of original sin of the evil god in the bottle became his first choice to quickly gain power.
but.
The power of original sin had already been taken away by Xiao, so Naproses recreated the bottle of original sin, which had a different meaning. Next, Naproses looked at the ceramic doll. He held
He pressed it on his head, and then saw a trace of light of emotion and desire being pulled out.
He extracted the weak things in his own experiences and memories and turned them into a seed.
It can be seen that the images that appear repeatedly in his memory have lost their luster one by one, as if they have turned from memories into an old photo or someone else's movie.
"Fear, obedience, softness of heart."
"None of this belongs to me."
At this moment, Naproses thought of Xiao's appearance. He said: "The strong are not affected by these unnecessary things." Naproses integrated the things he extracted into the ceramic doll.
.
Then, he opened the stopper of the flask and put the ceramic doll in. He did it very carefully.
It's like putting your past self, the weakest part of yourself, into a bottle.
The only thing left outside is a powerful and god-like King of Hell.
Finally, he opened the exit from hell to the human world.
Throw down the bottle you just refined and throw it into the world. "I will reproduce your power!"
Naproses pointed his scythe at the world and said in a cold voice.
"The oldest myth that swallows all living beings and enslaves all living beings."
"The evil god Anhoforth in a bottle!"
The kingdom of winged people.
The volcanic area was originally an inaccessible place in the West. After all, the volcanoes here are densely populated, the location is remote, and there are only a few dukes and counties with a relatively small population.
However, in the past few years, the volcano area has suddenly become lively, and a large number of pioneering nobles have come here to establish their own territories. Last year.
The pioneering nobles of these wingmen and the original duchies held alliance meetings, and finally elected a king and established a united country.
The name is the Kingdom of Tughzman.
The meaning is very straightforward, it means to board the gate to the kingdom of the sky.
After the establishment of the kingdom, a large number of immigrants who arrived for various reasons gathered here, and even many foreign races gathered here. Those powerful people built various strange buildings between Japan and Japan, easily
Cities were built one after another. A large number of demon airships came from far away, bringing residents who settled here.
The brand new railway steam train stopped next to the station, transporting one load after another of goods.
but.
None of these scenes can compare to that spectacular giant tower. "Wow!"
"What a huge tower!"
Outside the airboat docking station.
The little wingman Nite, who was only three or four years old, followed his mother Mikina in the demon spirit's airship. He had not even learned how to fly, so he could only follow his mother on the roadside.
And his mother was wearing a large cloak and a turban on her head to cover her face tightly, like a devout monk. At this moment, Nite's pupils flickered and pointed at the building at the end of the sky. That building was built on the mountain.
, as if the clouds are floating halfway up the building.
The Wingman children saw a large number of airships and powerful people departing from the port towards the sky, rushing into the cloud vortex, and also saw a train rotating around the giant tower like a long dragon, and finally galloping in the sky. Nite: "Mom
,what is that?"
His mother had seen it a long time ago and told him with a smile: "Sky Harbor."
This is the real reason why the Tughzman Kingdom was established.
Everyone can see that this place will become the most prosperous place in the Yiren Kingdom, and will also become a center where the world's power gathers.
The nobles and pioneers also wanted to join forces to protect their interests here.
Nite asked: "What is the sky port and who built it?" Mother: "It was built by the powerful people of the alien race to connect the sky ladder to the giant island of Ruhe and to get closer to the stars in the sky.
The gate to the world."
"They arrived on a sky train, and they used strange devices to create a city and port directly out of thin air. To ordinary people, they seemed to be omnipotent."
The Giant Island of Ruhe, the Ladder of the Sky, the Gate of the Stars, etc., are named one after another.
Nite didn't understand it, he just thought it was very powerful.
Walking to the edge of the airship docking station, mother looked at the giant tower holding Nite's hand tightly, and the joints were slightly white.
Nite felt a little pain, but didn't dare to break away.
"Have you seen!"
"From here the gods ascend to the star realm, chasing true eternity."
"The strong carve up the world, the strong occupy the sky, and the strong rush into the sea of stars."
"And the weak can only watch from below as they have everything." Nite asked, "Mom, what is a strong person?"
Mother said, "The Mighty One."
Nite looked at the giant tower and the sky train that was almost disappearing. He suddenly had an idea about the term "powerful person". At this time, his mother suddenly asked him: "Are you going to be a strong person or a weak person?"
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Nite said loudly: "Of course you must become a strong person, and you must become the strongest among powerful people."
Nite's mother hugged him and said happily, "I knew my Nite was the best."