When he was young, when he was old, it was as if he had compressed his entire life's four-dimensional state into a three-dimensional world of himself. Shentu Gong walked forward, but with every step he took, there would be another 'him' behind him. Sometimes it would be his appearance when he was young, and sometimes he would emit a powerful and awe-inspiring aura. As a warrior who had cultivated the Book of the Chaos to the Earth Kunlun Realm, Shentu Gong even saw a certain 'him' using Purple Star River to tear apart space, and powerful auras collided in the temple.
An endless surge of true martial intent rushed towards him, and the angry roar of a 'him' sounded in his ears.
"Gong Yi does not care about the past. Even if you are my past, die for me!!!"
The mysterious existence formed from light and shadow suddenly spread out in all directions. All the light and shadow, including the 'him' that Shentu Gong left behind, were distorted into a chaotic state. The Purple Star River that was rushing towards him was also distorted into an indescribable state. There was no space, no time, no existence. Of course, there was no absolute killing intent and lethality to slash at 'himself'.
Even though Shentu Gong's will was incomparably strong, he could not help but feel his blood run cold.
As he walked forward, he left behind a human-shaped phantom that was the size of his six-year-old self. It was filled with indescribable distortions. The woman whose face could not be seen, for some unknown reason, suddenly extended her hand towards the shadow he left behind. Some sort of existence on her body seemed to dispel the distortions, revealing the six-year-old Shentu Gong, who was wearing children's clothing, standing there in a daze.
When Shentu Gong saw the woman extend her hand towards' him ', a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. A saber light flashed, chopping at the woman's outstretched hands.
At this moment, another veiled woman suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes seemed to lead to a bottomless abyss. At this moment, Shentu Gong felt that he had chopped at a distorted point in space. With that point as the center, everything around him suddenly disappeared. His saber was cut in the middle, and the blade that had reached into the spherical space had already disappeared without a trace.
The woman who could not look directly at her face placed her hand on little Shentu Gong's face.
Shentu Gong only felt a creepy feeling crawl up his heart. That suffocating feeling of danger made him completely unable to suppress his killing intent.
Imoden sternly shouted, "Enough! Saemaket, Kasaikemwe, come here! "
Only then did the woman, whose face was shrouded in a layer of fog, stop what she was doing. She slowly retracted her hand, and at the instant she left Little Shen Tu's hand, as if she was careless, she used her sharp nails to leave a tiny wound under Little Shen Tu's eye. Shentu Gong was completely enraged. All the Kunlun Qi in his body surged out from his hands.
Imoden shouted, "Stop! Shentu Palace … "
A powerful spiritual deterrence suppressed Shentu Gong's violent qi, and Imoden sincerely said, "I apologize for Sermaite's foolish behavior." As he spoke, Imoden glanced coldly at the invisible woman. His eyes were like an abyss of chaos, causing her body to tremble slightly.
"Kasa Kemway, retract your presence! All of you, come here! "Imoden said coldly to the four of them.
At this moment, the space-time disorder slowly disappeared. Shentu Gong and the others appeared directly in front of Imoden. Shentu Gang realized that the state of his body had changed. As a warrior, his keen sense of smell allowed him to realize that he did not seem to have teleported in front of Imoden, but had appeared in the future where he had appeared in front of Imoden.
His posture, strength exertion, physical state, and even the speed of his blood flow had all changed. It was as if a period of time had been skipped in between. Shentu Gong extended his right hand and touched his left eye. An old scar that had not been there before had appeared. It was exactly the same shape as the one that Sermaite had scratched.
The scar had already scabbed over. Through his high understanding of his body, Shentu Gong realized that it was an old scar. Even though it had not appeared before he entered the temple, after it appeared, it had already been caused a long time ago. Furthermore, based on the current state of the wound, it should have been left behind when he was six years old.
Shentu Gong's face was calm, but his heart was filled with killing intent.
Imoden looked at the five people who had come in front of him. He turned his head and said to Shentu Gong, "You have completed your mission well. I will compensate you for today's offense. You may leave first! I will personally give you the reward and compensation for the mission later. "
Shentu Gong bowed slightly and calmly retreated without looking at the four people.
After Shentu Gong walked out of the temple, Imoden looked at the four people who did not look like humans and sighed. "2,500 years have passed, but you are still willing to serve me. I am very happy." His eyes silently swept across the four people as he read out their names one by one. "Kasaikemwe, Sekheimib, Sermaite, Menes!"
"My adopted sons and daughters, I was once the high priest of Egypt, so I turned a blind eye to the hatred in your hearts. I know that your hearts are burning with the flames of revenge. You desire to drink the blood of your Father God and take revenge for everything they have done to you. Now, my heart is burning with the same flames as yours. The purpose of our survival is for revenge! "
"Now, I will release you. I will control you. I will help you take revenge. I will destroy and slaughter and take revenge on the Gods!"
"The Gods of Egypt will usher in destruction and dusk. We will step on their corpses and usher in a new world."
Sekheimib, who was one of the four people below, slowly said, "We are the children of God, but they see us as monsters. When we were born, when we were extremely weak, you extended a helping hand to us and took us in. My brothers and sisters died in the mouths of the Gods. They ate our bodies and divinity and banished our souls to the Underworld. "
"You have saved us!"
"We have been imprisoned for 2,500 years and have been deprived of all glory. Today, we are willing to take revenge on the Gods with you and let them have a taste of the suffering we have suffered."
Sekheimib stepped forward and lifted Imoden's hand. He placed it on his body and let the black fog envelop Imoden's hand. He opened up the anger, hatred, and fear that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time to Imoden.
"Take us, the unfilial children, and take revenge on the Gods! Father … "
Imoden looked at the Death Bracelet on his wrist and said indifferently, "They will never know how big of a mistake they have made. You have to hide your names, because your names hide your secrets and weaknesses. I will help you cover up your past. Remember, the Gods are not powerful. They are like towering trees. All their power is used to fight against their own 'existence.' They are big and useless. One small mistake is enough to erase them. "
"Rather than saying that they killed the Gods, it is better to say that they overpowered themselves. This world no longer needs the existence of the Gods!"
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