The huge Boat of the Soul was docked under the stairs of the Gates of Hell. On the boat that represented death, the lights were flickering as if they were about to be extinguished.
Clarence, the Level Seven Lord of the Dead, desperately grabbed the bone oar of the Hell Ferryman. The white bone claws of the undead creatures and the strong arms under the Hell Ferryman's robe intertwined.
Immediately, thick black smoke was emitted from the body of the Styx Ferryman, and it was instilled into the body of the Lord of the Dead, Clarence.
The black smoke filled the sky, forming a dark cloud. The smoke constantly gushed out from the eyes, mouth, and ears of the ferryman, and was then washed away by the Lord of the Dead, Clarence.
"Ah!"
The pain and suffering from the soul made even the controller of the undead creatures in the army of the dead roar in pain. His bony body trembled and swayed constantly.
The robe on his body seemed to have been corroded by time, turning into a broken black hole. Darkness was instilled into the robe, covering his face and soul, covering his past, and cutting off his future.
"Lalala! Lalala! "
"Ah ~ Ah ~ Ah ~"
"Lalala ~"
The Styx Ferryman put down the oar and walked down the Boat of the Soul in a daze. He hummed a song as he walked, looking like a crazy beggar that could be seen everywhere on the roadside.
As he stepped down from the Boat of Souls, the black robe on his body gradually disappeared, revealing his face underneath. It was a tall and strong man with the characteristics of a Beastman. He wore a decaying armor, and the crown and gorgeous gemstones on his head had also been eroded by the passage of time. The gemstones had shattered, and the Magic Gold had become dull and lifeless.
He slowly raised his head, and in the center of his golden pupils, a faint light flickered. The blood symbol and flame of the original king were burning in his eyes.
Lynn Ahenaten looked at his hands, which were full of calluses and scars.
He raised his hands high and looked at the sky through his fingers. A dark sun shone on the whole world, and a huge City of Bones floated on the Gates of Hell.
"Hehe!" Lynn Ahenaten cracked his mouth and laughed.
He laughed so hard that he kept twisting his head. His eyes were narrowed into slits and his nose was wrinkled together. His shoulders kept shaking as if he was watching a ridiculous farce or a funny mime. He was laughing so hard that he could not help it.
Lynn Ahenaten's tears flowed down from his eyes, "I'm finally … finally free!"
And at this time, the City of Bones in the sky also pressed down, and countless of the dead on the city let out a tragic howl. More than a dozen terrifying figures of the Lord of Death looked down from above the clouds, staring at Lynn Ahenaten.
The huge City of Bones had integrated the manufacturing method of the Floating-Space City and the power of more than a dozen Level Seven Mythical existences. The light of the divine artifact could be seen flashing on it. It could even be said that it was only one step away from reaching the level of a Level Eight Mythical Floating-Space City.
Flosa, the owner of the City of Bones, was only a step away from reaching the eighth level. Then, the City of Bones could become an existence that could compete with the True God.
Flosa looked at Lynn and said, "His Majesty Lynn, the king of the great ancient Ahenaten Kingdom, the blood descendant of the first king, the owner of the Sword of the King! The noblest bloodline in the world! "
"It's an honor to meet you!"
Flosa, who was extremely in favor of the noblest bloodline and the noble birth, seemed to have some kind of special worship for Lynn Ahenaten.
Lynn's eyes were indifferent, and he had lost the arrogance, greed, and strong competitiveness that he once had. He looked at the vast and endless Styx River in front of him with his weathered face. For ten thousand years, he had been receiving the dead souls of the world on this Styx River. No matter how powerful and brilliant he was, as long as he was on the Book of Death, he could only step on his Boat of Souls and go to the Kingdom of Death unwillingly.
Lin En recalled the ten thousand years of memories and the glory of the past, as well as the souls who told him their stories on the ferry.
And at this moment, when he heard Flosa's words, Lynn Ahenaten seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing. He looked at Flosa in astonishment, "The noblest bloodline? Hahahaha … "
"The noblest bloodline … noble … hahaha!"
After a long time, Lynn raised his head and looked at Flosa, and asked, "Have you seen the Son of God? The oldest … Son of the Creator! "
"Have you seen it?"
When Lynn said this, his whole body trembled, and his eyes were about to crack. His crazy roar revealed a strong sense of unwillingness and helplessness, "Have you seen the position of the True God in the eyes of some people is just a toy that can be thrown away at will, and you've tried everything and given up everything, but you still can't get it?"
"What first king! What golden bloodline! Ridiculous! "
"It's ridiculous! Everything is just a plaything in the hands of others! "
Lynn looked at the sky angrily, and his face was ferocious like a devil, "No matter how hard we try, no matter how unwilling we are, we can only wait for the choice of fate in the end! We are the chess pieces that are wantonly manipulated, and the chess pieces that do not accept the arrangement and choice can only be thrown away! "
The high and mighty Lord of Death looked at Lynn Ahenaten, and did not understand what he said. Instead, he felt that Lynn Ahenaten had completely gone mad after being imprisoned for hundreds of millions of years.
Lynn Ahenaten did not say anything more, he stretched out his right hand, and a slate condensed on his palm.
The front of the slate was engraved with the complete model of the World Tree, and the laws of the seventeen True Gods' Divine Spirit Cornerstone. On the back, it was the world's biggest taboo, the way to become a True God, and the way to condense the divinity of a True God.
The ordinary slate seemed to have gained the power of the whole world just because it was engraved with the lines and taboo knowledge.
The golden light slowly bloomed from the slate, and finally converged into a strong beam of light that dyed the sky golden, and it took a long time to converge.
At this time, everyone on the City of Bones was so excited that they couldn't control themselves and were trembling all over.
The legend for thousands of years, the existence that countless people had been searching for, the taboo knowledge that was tightly sealed by the gods, the only way to become a True God, was presented in front of them at this moment.
"The World Tree! That's the model of the World Tree! " A Lord of Death was shrouded in gray fog, he was so excited that he could not even suppress his power, and the violent mythical power storm swept out.
"The way to condense the divinity, as long as we have the way to condense the divinity, we can also become Level Eight, and have the qualification to compete for the position of True God!"
"Take it! Give it to me! "A Bone Dragon roared wildly.
"Give it to me! Give it to me! " Flosa, the owner of the City of Bones, also looked at the slate in the hands of Lynn Ahenaten in a daze, and his whole body transformed into a huge mythical body. Under the blessing of the City of Bones, he turned into a thousand-meter tall giant of black smoke and flame.
He leaned down directly from the sky, and his eyes looked at Lynn Ahenaten.
The palm of black smoke in the depths of his heart also flickered with excitement. He had been waiting for this day for seven or eight thousand years, and he finally saw the opportunity.
"Give it to me!"
Lynn Ahenaten's eyes showed a look of contempt, and the slate in his hand that was emitting a golden light was thrown out, as if he was throwing away a piece of garbage.
"It's yours!"
Lynn Ahenaten strode up to the Gates of Hell, and wanted to return to the main world through this door.
At this time, the huge soul-eating steel fork was inserted into the ground, and under the crisscrossing friction, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes and a monster with goat legs and goat horns stared at Lynn Ahenaten.
Heim looked angrily at Lynn, who had teased him in the past, "Do you want to leave so easily?"
Dark red hellfire spewed out of its bloody mouth. "Impossible!"
Lynn Ahenaten looked at the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, "When I was ferrying, I once stood beside the ancient God of Death, and I heard some secrets about you!"
Lynn opened his mouth, as if he thought of something very interesting and ridiculous, "Heim? Do you want to hear it? "
"Or? I should call you! "
"High priest Anke Pusuote!"
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