The sky of the Underworld was gray, as if layers of black ash were covering the world above. No matter how one looked up, it was impossible to see the main world above. This was the bottom of the world, the place where death ended, and the home of all the dead souls.
One by one, the dead souls stood there and looked up at the sky. They couldn't see through the layers of fog, as if they were standing in hell and looking up at heaven.
The huge gate of the Underworld stood at the entrance of the Styx. Nowadays, more and more dead souls were lining up to enter the Kingdom of the Dead. Most of those who were qualified to line up here were Extraordinaires, wizard apprentices, magical beasts, dragons, elves, and other races. No matter what, they were descendants of Extraordinaires with extraordinary bloodlines or people with special powers. Ordinary people would directly return to the origin of the world the moment they died.
"Woo woo!"
"Swish!"
Terrifying Death Messengers in black robes dragged their illusory shadows and wandered in the Kingdom of the Dead, maintaining the order of the entire Kingdom of the Dead. When powerful dead souls resisted entering the Underworld with special powers, they would also appear to harvest their souls.
As the number of dead in the Underworld continued to increase, it gradually became more and more real. The entire land of the Underworld continued to expand. In addition to the Kingdom of the Dead, there was also a vast land. Because of the power of death, there would also be some strange phenomena, strange regions, and horrible monsters.
In the center of the Kingdom of the Dead, there was a huge city of the dead. The city was full of all kinds of dead souls who had lost their memories of their previous lives. The huge city was very similar to the capital of the human race. The dead souls who had passed the trial could enter the city to restart their lives, but those who did not pass the trial would be nailed to the wall outside the city.
The gate of the Underworld looked like an ordinary gate, but it was the entrance to the Underworld. Whether it was entering the Underworld or leaving the Underworld to enter the human world, one had to pass through this gate.
Cetisius was very calm when he passed through the gate of the Underworld and took the boat of the Underworld Ferryman to the Kingdom of the Dead. As the high priest of the Sky Temple, countless Death Messengers saluted him along the way. He knew that he was different from those dead people. He was summoned by the God of Death and went to see the God in the body of a human, not as a dead soul.
While riding the Underworld Boat through the Underworld River, a large number of Undead could be seen floating in the Underworld River. They brushed past the Underworld Boat and headed to the front of the Underworld River. Only special Undead were qualified to ride the Underworld Boat when they entered the Underworld. The Undead wanted to leave the Underworld River, but under the huge waves of the Underworld River, the Undead who wanted to escape the river were swept back. No matter how hard they struggled, they could only struggle in pain in the Underworld River.
Some of the Undead struggled to climb onto the Underworld Boat, but they were driven away by the dim lights above. Seeing the Underworld Boat passing by, a large number of Undead continuously roared in the Underworld River. They angrily wanted to climb onto the Underworld Boat. Layers upon layers of Undead continuously tangled together and attacked the Underworld Boat.
"All of you, be quiet!"
The ferryman's eyes under the bandages glanced at the Netherworld River. His eyes, which were burning with fire, revealed a fierce glint. His voice was slightly hoarse, but people could feel the strong killing intent that erupted from his words. Just his voice alone made people feel as if they could see the monstrous death and the mountainous corpses in an instant.
Cetisius couldn't help but be shocked. He looked at the ordinary-looking ferryman in front of him and asked, "Who is this?"
The black tattered robe fluttered, and the strong pressure made Cetisius tremble. Black waves swept out and swept across the Underworld River. All the undead were suddenly blasted away, layer by layer like garbage. The Underworld River, which was so wide that it was hard to see the shore, rolled violently. The entire Underworld River became quiet in an instant.
"The gate of the Underworld is the first screening!"
"The Underworld River is the second baptism!"
"What else is there in front?"
Outside the City of the Dead, there were a large number of Trees of Death with black flowers and special plants belonging to the Underworld. The Underworld River flowed around Qiromu. A huge bridge passed through a bottomless abyss and led to the city. Looking down, one could see countless strange snakes struggling in the abyss as if they wanted to rush up and devour the dead souls on the bridge.
At the end of the huge arch bridge, there would be a trial. Either they would be thrown into the bottomless abyss to feed the monsters, or they would be nailed to the walls of the City of the Dead to atone for their sins, or they would enter the City of the Dead.
When they arrived at the City of the Dead, Qiromu, they saw that the tall city walls were densely packed with the faces of the dead. These terrifying heads were ferocious from the depths of the city walls and roared towards the outside. Their bodies had completely merged with the city walls.
"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! "
"I'm so hungry! Come here, I'm going to eat you, I'm going to eat you! "
"I want everything! Money, women, power, glory, it's all mine, all mine! "
"Kill him, kill him, all of you deserve to die, all of you deserve to die!"
All kinds of terrifying roars came from the walls of the tall City of the Dead, Qiromu. From the corner of the wall to the top, there were such heads densely packed, and they were piling up higher and higher. This was a wall completely cast by the souls of the dead.
At a glance, there were countless ferocious heads piled up together. There were men and women, old and children, human and strange races, beautiful and ugly. At this moment, all of them were venting the strongest emotions in their hearts.
Resentment, extreme, greed, ugliness, all kinds of extreme emotions and voices gathered together, making people feel their heads buzzing and blank.
"Is such a trial fair?"
"What are the standards of the trial?"
"What is the order of the Underworld? Are the rules of the dead correct?"
As Cetisius passed through the Underworld to meet the God of Death, he was also observing the entire Underworld. He was thinking about the significance of the existence of the Underworld to the world, whether the rules of the Underworld were correct, and how to define the judgment of the dead.
Entering the interior of the City of the Dead, Qiromu, one could see that this was a city with buildings similar to human cities, but there was a very big difference, because this was a city that belonged to the dead.
The life of the dead in the city was very different from when they were alive. In a sense, they were similar to the believers of the God of Death, protected by the God of Death. Cetisius could see that the buildings in the city were tall, similar to the style of the Ancient Crete Empire, but much taller.
Each building was divided into many floors. There were no ordinary buildings, more like temples, churches, or palaces, supported by huge pillars, layer after layer stacked on top of each other. A large number of the dead could be seen praying and performing activities on top of each other. Huge stone arch bridges were built in the city, allowing people to walk back and forth between these high-rise buildings. Standing below and passing through these buildings made people feel small.
The ground was all paved with wide stone slabs, and after passing through circle after circle of circular buildings and huge doors, they finally reached the center of the city, a palace floating in the sky. A staircase was suspended in the air, leading to the palace at the top. Passing through it, a large number of Death Messengers could be seen coming and going.
Cetisius entered the huge Temple of Death and finally saw the legendary God of Death. Standing in the huge cold palace, he looked up and saw a god wearing a black cloak sitting on a throne high above the stairs. His body was completely covered by the cloak and hood, and his appearance could not be seen.
Cetisius looked up at the god, his eyes very calm, as if the god in front of him was not a god, but an ordinary person.
Delmedi was very interested, "Cetisius, are you not afraid of God?"
Cetisius said seriously, "I am the representative of God, an existence chosen by God. Why should I be afraid of God?"
"Your Holiness, why did you summon me?"
Delmedi stood up, "If I asked you to help me control the underworld, what would you do? How would you maintain the order of the underworld, and what kind of underworld would you choose to build? "
Delmedi's words were shocking, and in an instant, she passed through a large number of stairs, reached the bottom, and appeared in front of Cetisius.
"In other words, I want to choose you to be my follower god!"
"How much risk are you willing to take!"
"What are you willing to pay?"
Cetisius raised his head and looked at Delmedi. His eyes flashed with fire in an instant, as if he had rediscovered the meaning of his existence.
"My everything!"
"Your Holiness!"
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