The Nine Levels of Hell were vast, and each level had its own master. They were the servants of the God of Death, and they ruled the entire World of Death on behalf of the God of Death.
The endless River of Death ran through the Nine Levels of Death and reached the palace of the God of Death.
In the middle of the surging black waves, countless dead souls, evil spirits, and dead spirit creatures were wailing and groaning in the river. Along the way, the river bank was covered with layers of fog, and all kinds of strange black and gray plants were growing on it. Under the black river, there were piles of bones and soul sand that were piled up like a mountain.
At this moment, a dim light appeared in the depths of the river. The dim light was like a star. It lit up from afar and slowly rose, going against the river from the depths of Hell.
In the gloomy fog of Hell, the dim light finally showed its true appearance.
It was a mystical Soul Lamp. Wherever its light shone, all evil spirits and undead creatures would be driven away. Thousands of them were floating on the vast Netherworld River. Under the illumination of the light, they would be driven away, destroyed, or suppressed to the bottom of the river.
And this dim lamp was hanging on a large black wooden ship. This black ship came from the depths of hell, and it was used to receive the important souls that came and went.
There was an existence wearing a black robe. His tattered black robe covered his appearance, and only a pair of golden eyes that were like the sun could be seen flashing under his hood. He held onto a long bone pole, parted the murky black river water, and drove the Boat of Souls up the Nether River.
"Thump thump! Thump thump thump thump thump! "
"Thump thump! Thump thump! "
A strange rhythm came from the ship. It sounded like bones were rubbing together, and it sounded like a bell was ringing. In this world of the undead that was full of horrible wails and screams, this sound was long and crisp, and it was especially ear-piercing.
"Hmm …"
"Lalalala! Lalalala! Ah! Lalala! "
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! "
The person on the ship sang incomprehensibly. His voice was messy and without a tune. It was filled with a feeling of being at a loss, and it even made people feel that he was mute.
He was a person without memory and self. He didn't remember the past, and he didn't have a future.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, the entire River of Hell danced with his song. The waves beat with the rhythm of his song, calmed down with his serenity, loftiness with his loftiness, and surging undercurrents with his gloominess.
He followed the summoning and arrived at the Gates of Hell. The huge Boat of Souls was anchored below the steps of the Gates of Hell. People came and went on the steps. Tens of thousands of dead souls walked down step by step in a daze. They dove into the Netherworld River and were swept away by the waves.
On the steps, there was a row of more than a dozen figures. Even the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who guarded the gates of hell, stood behind them.
The dozen or so figures were all hidden under dark cloaks. Apart from that, they also used witchcraft to conceal their mental power waves and soul imprints, as if they were afraid that others would recognize them.
However, several people present could vaguely see the imprint of the God of Death on their bodies. If there were no mythical items to conceal, perhaps the unstoppable divine power waves would have already soared into the sky. They turned out to be the masters of several layers of the Nine Levels of Hell, the most loyal servants of the God of Death.
As for the others, from the bone rings that were vaguely visible under their long sleeves, it could be seen that they were actually members of the City of Bones, an organization of Necromancers that had been suppressed and exterminated by the gods nearly ten thousand years ago.
"Look! Look at this dazzling golden eye!" Flosa rushed down from the top of the stairs excitedly and looked at the rower of the Boat of Souls with excitement.
"The last bloodline of the great Golden King, the oldest king's blood, the owner of the Sword of the King, unexpectedly ended up like this!" Flosa's tone was excited, and it looked like he was performing a stage play.
"Bang!"
The soul-eating goat devil, Heim, inserted the huge soul-eating steel fork under the slate, and still said with dissatisfaction, "Why did you choose this guy? He deceived me in the past! This guy is my enemy! "
Flosa immediately said, "Lynn Ahenaten was the most advantageous competitor in the fight for the God of Earth and War. There was even a time when the position of the True God should belong to him. As a mythical existence that has survived since ancient times, we need his help!"
"Of course!"
Flosa's tone changed, "He is the only one who has the way to ascend to the position of the True God, and he has the complete existence of the taboo knowledge of the World Tree and the Divine Cornerstone. Except for the seventeen True Gods, no one can know what the World Tree is, and no one knows what the so-called Divine Cornerstone is!"
"And Lynn Ahenaten, he clearly knows that only with his help, we can know!"
"The so-called True God! What the hell is it! "
When Flosa talked about the syllables of the True God, there was a strong light of greed in his eyes, and his hands were even shaking under his robe.
Flosa clenched his fists, suddenly turned his head, looked at everyone, and said angrily, "It's been ten thousand years! The seventeen True Gods have controlled this world for ten thousand years! "
"This world created by the Creator, this crystal wall system, belongs to everyone! It doesn't belong to some people! "
"The seventeen True Gods are high above, enslaving all living beings, oppressing us, and suppressing us! Why? Why do they occupy the position of the True God, and we can only be reduced to slaves of their servants! "
"But, from now on, it's different, we want to tell them, tell everyone in the world!" Flosa was so excited that he stood on his tiptoes and shouted at everyone madly.
"Era ~ from now on, enter a new era!"
"We want to pull the so-called eternal True God down from the Divine Cornerstone, we want to destroy the so-called indelible Holy Kingdom, and shoot the stars down from the sky!"
More than a dozen powerful beings, there was a strong light gushing out of their bodies, although they did not say a word, but everyone could feel a kind of unwillingness and anger burning, even the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, could see the flame constantly swaying in his scarlet eyes.
With everyone's roar, more than a dozen of them stood in a circle, as if forming a huge energy loop.
The darkness swallowed the earth under their feet, as if forming a huge hole.
Endless skeletons came out from under the earth, endless skeletons, dead souls, evil spirits, death knights, and skeletons came out from under the earth.
All kinds of horrible death creatures came out of it, and there was no end. A huge city of skeletons formed in front of the gates of hell, and the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who guarded the gates of hell, released the power of the gates of hell, cutting off and blocking all light and exploration.
The death messengers who were originally guarding here, the servants of the God of Death who harvested souls, had long been strangled, and this place became a vacuum of hell. No one thought that the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who guarded the gates of hell, would betray hell, and they would not think that the Lords of several layers of hell had also betrayed the God of Death, including the Lord of Hell, the Black Flame Bone Dragon Mickey, who controlled the first layer of hell.
Skeletons and hundreds of millions of dead souls were constantly integrated into the City of Skeletons, like parts that made up a city. Corpse demons, bone dragons, liches, and soul corpses, which only existed in myths and legends, appeared at this moment.
Finally, a terrifying city of the dead, which seemed to occupy the entire sky and was composed of skeletons, flesh, and dead souls, floated above the gates of hell. It emitted a strong wave, covering the connection between the sun of the underworld and the earth.
"Cut off the relationship between the sun of the underworld and this Styx!"
"Clarence! It's your turn! "Standing above the City of Skeletons, more than a dozen powerful beings, their eyes were burning, looking at the earth.
A level seven Undead Monarch dressed in a black robe walked down the stairs. His body was emitting a towering pillar of soul fire. It was as if he had passed through two separate worlds, forcibly crushed the spatial barrier, and boarded the Boat of Souls.
Then, he reached out and took the long bone pole of the boatman, Lynn Ahenaten.
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